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bullet-prooflove · 1 year
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25. But fuck I'm glad she's mine
With that Johnny Coco Cruz!
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It’s the coffee cup that makes Coco realise he’s fallen in love with you. You pressing the reusable bamboo fibre thing into his hand before he takes off in his car to the scrap yard. It’s not the first time you’ve done it and he knows as long as he stays over at your place it won’t be the last.
It means so much to him even if you don’t realise it. He’s not used to being taken care of, to having someone think of his needs. He’s always been the one doing the looking after but with you it’s different. You’re attuned to him in a way no one else has been before and it touches a place deep down in his heart because before you Coco has never been loved.
His relationships have always been transactional but you, you give so freely. It’s a breath of fresh air.
“Thank you.” he murmurs when he meets your gaze.
He hopes you know he’s not just talking about the coffee, that he’s talking about all the little things you do. Everything that makes this thing between the two of you seem real. He isn’t sure he’s conveying it right so instead he says it, because he knows to you words and actions mean everything.
“Thank you for loving me.”
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ravennaortiz · 3 months
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Requested by @librarian1002. Coco with Prompt #10 Shit.There's only one bed.
It was late when Coco pulled in to the parking lot of a run down motel outside of Fresno. He glanced over at you asleep in the passenger seat a slight smile creeping onto his face, as he realized he finally had his best friend back, before he got out and made his way to the door of the motel to check for availability.
"I need a room that sleeps two for just the night" stated Coco to the woman working the counter. "Hmph" she responded as she looked him up and down before clicking away at her computer. "That will be two hundred dollars" she stated looking back at him. "Just need a room not the attitude" replied Coco as he opened his wallet and placed a bundle of cash on the counter. "Room four" stated the woman before tossing the keys onto the counter and going back to her book. Coco ground his teeth as he snatched the keys up but decided she wasn't worth it before heading out.
A few moments later Coco and you were walking through the door of the room ready to shower and sleep after hours on the road. "Shit" muttered Coco as he stopped in the middle of the door way. "What?" you inquired sleepily from behind him. "There's only one bed in here" explained Coco as he sighed starting to turn around to fix the problem. "So? Not like we've never slept in the same bed before besides this one is big enough for both us" you replied as you cocked your head looking at him. Coco didn't respond for a moment. He knew you were right but the last time you two had shared a bed you had been kids and he hadn't felt the level of attraction he now felt for you. "Don't hog the blankets" he joked as he shot you a grin. "Whatever Oinky" you replied before tossing calling dibs on the first shower. "I don't snore. I just breathe louder than most people" called Coco as you closed the door.
About an hour later you were both under the covers and Coco was working on concentrating on the darkened ceiling after he had turned the lights off. Coco felt you turn over and his skin tingled as you placed your palm on his chest. "You know what would make you feel better about sharing this bed?" you inquired as you moved to look down at his face. "I make you sleep on the floor?" Coco tried to joke as he got lost in the intoxicating scent of your shampoo and feel of your hand moving slightly across his chest. "Finally giving in and kissing me." you replied before giving him a quick peck to test the waters. Coco was stunned for a moment before he grabbed your face and pulling you back down to him. The softness of your lips on his had him groaning as he moved over you. Who would have thought one bed would change his whole life he thought to himself.
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ughdontbeboring · 2 years
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Coco ghost def tryna get at Angel 🫣🥹
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hennyjwrites · 5 months
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No but CoCo with his baby girl😍 She’s a major daddy’s girl and doesn’t like that he puts her down.
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Coco walked out of the bathroom and immediately towards the screaming 10 month old who had just learned to sit up on her own. She was sitting in her mothers lap who tried to soothe her but i wasn't working.
“Whatchu doing all that screaming for mija?” Coco asked, pulling the child into his arms after she started to reach for him. She was going through a little phase of always wanting to be held, but in this case she only wanted to be held by her father. Coco was willing to hold her all day and night to keep her happy. Coco whispered gentle and loving words into her ear as he rocked her around the room.
Y/n sat on the bed, following Coco around the room with her eyes. All his tattoos were on display because their baby still valued skin to skin. She fell in love all over again as she watched her baby y/d/n lay her head down on her daddy's chest, and as Coco went to smooth down her curls.
As the baby was drifting to sleep, Coco handed her to his wife. Y/d/n immediately started to whine, as Coco got comfortable in the bed. He immediately took y/d/n back and laid her on his chest, as he laid back on the many pillows.
“You're so good with her.” Y/n whispered, smiling lovingly. Coco smiled at her.
“Thank you querida.” He whispered. He's got what he wanted. He went from a lowlife jailbird to a family man. He wouldn't have it any other way.
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darqchilddaydreamz · 9 months
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18+ ONLY BLOG *🚩MINORS GO AWAY!🚩
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The Mayans belong to FX. My heart belongs to these fools & these stories belong to me.
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P.S. pls be gentle... ya girl's nerves are SHOT! P.S.S. Every word of this is @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna 's fault. Look what you did, babygirl.
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Coco Cruz
Normally when you hit the clubhouse you and Coco part ways for a while. You would go hang out with a few of the girls you knew while he joined his brothers, talking shit and laughing. Eventually coming back together to check in and chill together, but tonight you were glued to his side. He didn't mind you snuggling up or sitting in his lap. Coco loved that you were openly affectionate, he blossomed under it and it left no doubt in anyone around that you were his. He needed your sweetness but he also liked how you were a sneaky tease - quietly whispering nasty little nothings whenever the activity in the room had the other's attention, then walking away a picture of innocence. Finding ways to get inside his clothes, startling him with the sudden presence of your teasing nails or warm fingertips on his skin.
As the night went on, you asked to wear his hoodie and he didn't think anything of it. He handed it over, assuming you were going outside for a while. But after a few minutes you returned with a beer for him and he thanked you with a kiss on your forehead, talking over your head while you wrapped your arms around him.
"Coco?"
"Yeah?" he said, still listening to the conversation going on.
"Coco."
"What? Hold on a fuck-,". Frowning, he looked down at you, and his sentence trapped in his throat.
You had unzipped the front of his hoodie just enough to show him that you were no longer wearing your shirt and his favorite teal lace bra, cupping his other two favorite things perfectly, were staring back at him.
Zipping it back up quickly, he gave you a dark look and you stared back letting him decide what to do with your silent message. You grinned when he grabbed your hand. "We gotta fuckin' go, bro. Later!" He tossed out the goodbye without waiting for an answer and drug you out of the clubhouse and down the stairs behind him.
He didn't say a word to you on the quick tense drive home. Sensing the sharp edges of his energy, you bit your lip every time he gunned harder to shift gears. Entering the house, he closed the door and pressed you against it. Pulling away from your attempt to wrap your arms around him for a kiss, his dark eyes shimmered and his hand closed around your throat. He didn't have to tell you how much he enjoyed how wide your eyes were. The way your chest heaved trying to get a full breath in had his hardness jutting into your thigh, doing all the talking for him. He yanked once on the sleeve of his jacket you were wearing, "Take my shit off."
Slipping out of his hoodie, you let it fall to the floor and stood frozen while his eyes traveled your newly exposed skin. Taking three steps back, his eyes never left your teal-covered treasures while he lit a cigarette. Tipping up his chin, he exhaled harshly. His voice gravelly and tight uttered a command that weakened your knees.
"You know what? Take all that shit off."
Coco didn't so much as remove his cut while you abandoned your clothes in a messy pile beside your feet. Stepping into you, he traced down your arm. "You wanted to stir up shit tonight, huh?" The lightness of his touch was a sharp contrast to the menace in his voice, "Fuckin' wit' me all fuckin' night."
You didn't even notice his fingers had wrapped up in yours until he tightened his grip and pulled you forward, his mouth so close to yours you shared a breath. "I got you, tho. Believe that shit. Bring yo ass."
Pushing you to sit down on the center cushion of the couch, he pulled over an armchair and sat down across from you. Pointing at you with his cigarette, he looked you over. "A'ight then…since you such a badass flashin' yo tits in the middle of the fuckin' clubhouse…lemme see my shit."
Leaning back on the couch, you bit down on a smile and brought up your feet to rest your heels on the edge of the cushion, spreading wide. Coco's face lost its hardness for a millisecond. The look that passed over his features, the way he licked his lips had you clenching your fists for wanting relief from the deep throbbing that had begun at the clubhouse and had only intensified with every passing minute since leaving it.
Wanting more, he taunted you, "What you gonna do with that, huh?"
You touched lightly across your stomach and lower, while he adjusted in his chair. When you trailed your fingers over your clean-shaven parted place, Coco smashed out his cigarette and unfastened his pants, releasing his hard length. Holding himself with his thumb tracing under the rim, he watched your fingers slow dance between your legs, dipping down for more silken moisture and spreading it.
Holding his throbbing erection in his hand, he began to stroke slowly, his eyes blazing. "I wanna cum just lookin' at you, you know that shit, right?"
"Me?" Slipping your fingers between your folds making faster circles, you sigh. Coco groaned unable to look away.
"Goddamn it." He stroked himself a little faster. "You ain't right wit' this shit, baby. You ain' playin' fair right now. Fuck!"
"But you told me to, baby." You whine, more because of the helpless look on his face than your own fingers expertly bringing you completion.
"I know," he groaned, slowing his movements, gaining control of himself again. "There's so many fuckin' things I wanna do to you."
It sounded more like a threat than a promise and your entire core clenched as if he called it by name. Unable to wait any longer while he thought up another pseudo-punishment for you, you sit up. Licking your lips, you dip your eyes down to his length, "Gimmie that."
Coco chuckled, seeing the need in your eyes, "Why'on you come over here take it."
On your knees, you want his pants off but he slaps your hands away so you lick up his shaft, watching as his eyes widen the closer you get to his already leaking tip. Always so messy - you loved that about him. He couldn't hide his arousal if he wanted to. You draw up extra saliva on your tongue wetting your lips to be able to take him in. He watched as you enclosed his tip between your lips and more of him and more. Halfway down you worked your tongue up and down and around, caressing every vein-covered inch, while he dug one hand in your hair and the other gripped the armrest for an anchor to help him maintain control.
"Oh, fuck yeah. I love that tongue, baby. Like that." Losing himself, he gripped your head in both hands, and he let his head flop back. "Fuuuuck, that shit's bomb."
You lowered your head slowly, loving the barking gasps that came from him as you let him tap the back of your velvet throat, making swallowing motions that massaged him delectably and tightened the suction. He let go of your hair to grip the armrests, breathing deep to calm himself down and slow the escalation, pumping up into your mouth a few times before he told you to stop mid-groan. You refused, speeding up, wanting his salty release not only to please him but also to take the edge of his aggression and his focus on you. Only Coco wasn't that far gone, he knew what you were doing and he wasn't having it. His tugging hard on your hair forced you to release him. Your whine was a drug for him. Staring at your lips he got lost for a moment, then caught himself. He gripped your neck to pull you up face-to-face with him, calling you out. "You think you slick, don't you? You was talkin' all that shit in my ear before…talkin' 'bout how you wanted it all night. You think I'm stupid?"
He watched your face for the change, for the moment you recognize that all the power had been shifted back to him. Seeing the realization begin to reflect in your eyes, his mouth turned up in a half smile. "You tryin' ta blow me off so I can't kill that fuckin' pussy, huh?"
"No! I wasn't, Johnny!" Using his real name was your last ploy but he saw it for what it was.
"Yeah, you were." His darkened tone was shooting delicious pulses directly to the junction of your thighs, foreshadowing what was coming. Standing up, he held on to your neck, making scramble to your feet as he pulled you up with him. "Naw, you ain' punkin' out tonight, mamas. You gonna take this dick till I say it's enough." Turning you around he held you tight to his chest. You could feel the buttons on his cut in your back and his hand palming your hip. Switching his hold to your hair, he kissed down the side of your neck. "Who's fuckin' cat is this?"
"Yours!" Your response was immediate, blasting out on a gasp as he bit down.
"Fuck, yeah it is." He tightened his grip on your hair as his hand crept up your torso, capturing your breast and ghosting his palm over the tight peak. You shivered under the precise assault and his voice that was now a heated warning on your skin. "An' I don' wanna hear no 'stop baby'. No 'please'. No fuckin' 'wait'…none a that shit."
At this point you were squeezing your thighs together, rubbing back against him because Coco was talking himself up and you knew the staying power that came with that. You hadn't meant to push him this far and now you were in for you forward to the couch, he pushed until you climbed up, kneeling on it. Expecting to feel him nudging at your entrance you arched back, seeking his thickness, so when Coco sat on the floor, you had no time to mentally switch gears and prepare yourself. He tugged you down, his mouth already open, his breath hot on your vee. The zing that shot through you from his first slurping lick would have shot you through the ceiling, but his slim stature belied the strength in the arms he had wrapped around your thighs - you weren't going anywhere.
"You got the sweetest pussy, baby." His voice rumbled against your thigh, followed by a bite. Disarmed, you melted under the sweet sentiment but the stinging slap he gave your butt cheek smarted and had you squirming. Coco responded by giving you long flat licks from asshole to the very beginning of your split until you let out a whimpering cry clutching handfuls of his hair. Whining and rocking, you clamped your lips down on the sounds wanting to pour out of you for as long as you could. He worked you till your blood was lava rushing through your veins. Your breath came in tiny gasps as pleasure built up. You wanted more but Coco was keeping his licks and suckling spaced out, starting and stopping the caressing massage on your clit to build you up and then let you plateau, making you frantic for the next wicked motions of his mouth. This deviant was keeping you sensitive on purpose, he didn't want you too numb to keep going. Waves of heat washed over you again and again, you were so close but he was holding back.
"Johnny, please!" The cry fell from your mouth before you could think of the consequences.
He was out from under you and flipping you on your back before you could blink. He sat on your legs, his knees pressed into the couch outside them and leaning forward holding your arms down.
Wiping his mouth, his smile held a touch of sinister. "You trying to tell me what to fuckin' do wit' my shit?"
"I'm sorry!"
"Fuck that. Too late, baby."
Settled down between your legs, he watched you over the top of your abdomen until only his eyes and a flop of hair were visible to you. Resting his arm on your thigh, he squeezed your puffy lips together. Holding them tight between his long slim fingers, left only a peek of your clit exposed. Licking his lips, he opened his mouth wide and drug his tongue flat and wet up the center in a slow, long torturous lick. Your eyes flew open wide, your hands took in full handfuls of his hair while your back arched up tight, every muscle in your body tensed. The surface of his tongue scraping the trapped tip of your clit caused you to vibrate, mewling out a shaky, stuttering moan. "Oooooooooh! My God!"
Coco was an evil genius, holding your clit captive between your own lips, his head slowly swiveling up and down for the longest, continuous stroke his tongue could provide. Occasionally peeking up to see your agony, daring you to ask him to stop.
When he let go, you practically wailed from the blood rushing back to your tortured folds and the ache from your lack of fulfillment. Sitting up, he looked pleased with himself, stripping off his clothes as fast as he could. Wiping the tear gathered in the corner of your eye, he hovered over you so close that your field of vision was only his face. "See? See what that shit gets you?"
Watching you mouth the words I love you, Coco's eyes turned soft for a moment. His voice, full of adoration for you, softened his next words. "I told you, mamas. You don' get to tell me shit, right now. Matta fact, if you ain't screamin' my fuckin' name I don' want to hear shit."
You wanted to cry when he sat back up, fighting the need to pull him back down on you, missing his weight and warmth. Your eyes pleaded with him while he traced over your body, proud ownership of your pleasure shining from his. With his iron-hard thickness in his hand, he pushed you further. "You want it?"
Your nod brought a dangerous glint to his eyes and smile that told you he was about to remind you who ran things in the best way. Shifting to kneel higher up between your legs with his hands pressing your thighs down, he raised his eyebrows amused at your trembling, "Put it in."
Scrambling to get up on your elbows, you reach down to line him up with your opening, desperate for connection. Coco rocked slightly, barely helping, while you nearly bit through your lip to keep from screaming your only thought at him…Gimmie the dick, damnit!
Sliding in part of the way, he closed his eyes for a second, listening to you whine. He could feel you squirming and bucking trying to draw him all the way in. "Shit, baby," he rasped out, raking his hair back. "You wet as fuck."
His eyes were now glued to the spot where he was splitting you open. Watching himself disappear inside of you with his lips parted and his hair dangling in his face. "Squeeze it," he ordered without ever looking away from your connection. You clenched around him, letting your slick grip tempt him, loving the way his eyelids dipped. His face softened by the intensity of the sensations crawling up his body. Eyes wide and panting you waited for him, your fingertips brushing and squeezing his side, fighting the urge to drag him down onto you.
"Do it again."
Your tunnel's fluttering response to his words was involuntary, gripping him hard in three quick spasms. Your hips rolling up were also out of your control and the minute drag on his pulsing length snapped him into action. Leaning forward, he slammed into you with enough force to scoot you up into the armrest of the sofa and push a cry out of you. Overwhelmed by the wait, your first reaction was to try to push him back to lessen the deep dive but he immediately slapped your hands away from his waist.
"Naw, fuck that!" Torn between reminding you that he was the boss and his deep feelings for you, he leaned into every stroke, his voice guttural and frantic, "Take that shit, querida! I fucking love you! Aaaah shit! "
When he bent to kiss you, possessive and wild, you tasted your tangy juice on his lips and tongue. You gulped in air between the hip thrusts he issued that punched it all back out. Within minutes you were there, covering your mouth with your own hand to make sure no words crossed your lips that would make him stop again. Giving no mercy, Coco kept at his pace and his dizzying depth - his unrelenting hips slamming into you, even while you screamed into the free fall of your release.
"Unnnnnnnhh, goddamnit!" Feeling himself losing control, he raised up and quickly grabbed your throat, squeezing - not wanting your cries to push him over. Through clenched teeth, he gave voice to his desperate struggle to not come, "Fucking! Shut! Up! Fuck!"
You gasped and choked your way through your orgasm with him letting go in intervals to let you desperately suck in air. Changing tactics, Coco pulled out roughly, leaving you spasming around nothing, giving himself a brief respite from the demand of your milking walls. He dropped to the floor on his knees, turning you on the couch and yanking you toward him so your ass was on the edge of the cushion. Reentering you with renewed ambition for your undoing, he put both of your legs up on his shoulders leaving you to hold on to the back of the couch above your head while he drilled new life into you.
Your heightened delirium had your mouth hanging open. High cries and panicky gasps flowed out from you unfettered, mixed with long moans filling his ears with encouragement. Your need to hold on to him made your hands fly frantically to grip the back of his neck, his shoulders, his hair - anything and everything while your body wound tight around the next orgasm he was pounding out of you. His grip on your thighs that kept slipping from the sweat covering your bodies added to the feeling of being mauled, dominated. With both hands, he alternated between holding your thighs snug to him for the deepest dive and snatching you open by your ankles so he could see everything.
All you could do was chant his name as you crested again, this time taking him with you. Feeling the coil in his groin winding to the snapping point, Coco stood up to lean over you, lifting your hips up in the air. His final thrusts were fast, hard snaps, doled out with animalistic grunts as if he was fighting his approaching release the whole way. A litany of curses flew from his mouth, launched with the same force as the spurts of his cum spraying your walls, blending in with your cries, all of it washing over you as you convulsed. Despite his orgasm forcing him to drop one knee onto the couch in order to not collapse, his hips still involuntarily kept up just enough movement to keep rolling spasms running through both of your bodies. The room was filled with your whimpers and his loud, barking exhales as you pressed your hands into his shoulders and chest quietly begging for it to end. "Okayokayokay, baby! Please!"
With a long groan, Coco slid back to the floor as you slowly slumped sideways to be able to lay down on the couch, still trembling. Flopping his head back, he gathered his breath with his hair brushing your legs. Eventually, he grabbed his pants to dig out his cigarettes and lighter.
Humming out each exhale and still trying to collect yourself, you felt the sweaty knots in the back of your head, you smiled lazily and nudged him. "Baby…you ruined my hair.
Blowing his smoke up to the ceiling, he shrugged, "You the one made me dick you down, mamas." Turning to look at you over his shoulder, his mouth did its signature downturn on the ends before he smiled, "It ain't my fault."
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imagineredwood · 1 month
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6. Strawberries 🍓
Summary: Just because you and Coco broke up, doesn’t mean you won’t have a Valentine. You son will make sure of that.
Pairing: Coco Cruz x female ex reader
Warnings: angst if you squint but also comfort, co parenting, breakup
Word count: 937
A/n: Dont know what it is about this trope but it just gets my feet kicking every time 😭 Took inspo from that fic I wrote a while ago about Coco and the readers son telling coco that mommy has a new ‘friend’ but made this one less toxic lol
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Coco smiled as he watched his son messily spray the cool whip on top of his pancake, turning to face his dad with a proud smile.
“Look! Can you see it?”
Coco glanced down at the pancake, the cool whip placed in squiggles across the top.
“I can.”
“What is it??”
His son grinned wide, waiting for his dad to compliment his art, but Coco awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing what the hell it was supposed to be.
“It’s a…smile face?”
The boy’s smile faded some as he looked down at his pancake before looking back at Coco with confusion.
“No, it’s a sailboat.”
Coco nodded enthusiastically, his smile bright.
“Ah. I see it now. It’s beautiful, Mijo.”
The child’s grin returned again, too young to dwell on the face that Coco didn’t see a sailboat anywhere on that pancake. His focus was on something else now as he bounced on his feet, eyes pleading up at his father.
“Can I have strawberries too?”
Coco winced, knowing he didn’t have any in the fridge. He barely ever bought produce if he was being honest. He was getting into the habit of buying more veggies now that you had been leaving your son over for the weekends more recently. He had a bag of frozen mixed vegetables and a half empty carton of blueberries that would be shriveling up any day now, but no strawberries.
“Sorry, kid. I don’t have any. I have blueberries though.”
He shrugged, smile still on his face.
“That’s ok. Blueberries are good too.”
Coco released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and went into the fridge to grab the berries.
“We can go shopping and get some once we finish eating. That sound ok?”
His son smiled and agreed, throwing in his own request.
“Yeah, and then we can get mommy a little teddy for Valentine’s Day! It’s tomorrow I think.”
Coco laughed and nodded, digging into his own pancake as he looked at his boy.
“It is, you’re right. You want to get mommy a teddy? What color?”
The carbon copy of Coco tilted his head back and forth as he chewed and thought.
“A white one. With a pink heart that says I love you.”
Coco smiled, knowing that your son loved you more than he loved anything else on the planet.
“I think that sounds great.”
“Me too. She doesn’t have a Valentine this year so I think that would make her happy.”
The light and fun energy dipped as a pang hit Coco’s chest. He didn’t let his son notice though, forcing his smile to stay right where it was. It was true. You hadn’t been with anyone since the split. Your focus had been on your son and work, no time for dating, at least that was what you had said. Valentine’s Day had always been one of your favorites and while it hadn’t really been Coco’s thing, he had indulged you every single one of the 6 years the two of you had been together. Your split had happened around 10 months ago now and while things were cordial and friendly, your interactions not regarding your son had been kept to a minimum. This would be the first time in years that you wouldn’t have a valentine and Coco was sure you wouldn’t be celebrating it seeing as you would be alone, this week Coco’s week. He decided then that he wouldn’t allow it and patted his hand gently on the counter.
“Hurry and finish up, then we’ll go to the store and buy a bunch of stuff for mommy, ok? We’ll surprise her tomorrow.”
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Your brows furrowed as you heard the knock on your door. It was around noon, and you weren’t expecting anyone. You picked up your phone and touched the screen, no missed calls or texts. A soft knock sounded again, and you stood, wearily going to the door and pulling it open. Your apprehension evaporated as you saw the boys there hand in hand, a bouquet of red roses in Coco’s empty hand, a fluffy white teddy bear in your son’s. Your smile was ear to ear as you bent down, your son letting go of Coco’s hand to hug you tightly.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Mommy!”
You laughed tearfully and hugged him to your chest tight.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby boy.”
You stood back up and took the bear as he held it up to you excitedly.
“Here! This is from me!”
You clutched the bear to your chest and pet it’s soft fur.
“I love it very much. Thank you.”
Eyes locking with Coco’s, he cleared his throat and held out the roses to you.
“And these are from me.”
You could feel yourself swoon, heart aching in your chest, Coco’s doing the same. You took the roses from his hand and held them to your nose, taking a deep breath.  
“Thank you. They’re beautiful.”
For a moment, it was as if it was only the two of you there, eyes locked, longing and sorrowful. The breakup had been mutual, for the sake of safety, but that didn’t mean it was any easier to live with. Pushing the door open, you invited them both in, Coco carrying a grocery bag as well that your son quickly grabbed and shoved towards you excitedly.
“We also got strawberries! Daddy said we could make pancakes again but with strawberries this time.”
You grinned and happily took the carton of strawberries, not bothering to mention that you already had one in the fridge. These were a thousand times better already.”
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menofchaos · 13 days
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Coco
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Note: Third time I'm trying to send this out! I missed sleep to write this, which usually means it'll end up being one of my favorites like the Vegas story. I do have more of this written, so please let me know if anyone would be interested! This is the first installment of Coco x museum! reader. Picture credit goes to @richardcabralofficial on ig & divider credit goes to @spideyspeaches. Enjoy!
Coco lit a cigarette as he walked down the sunny streets of downtown San Diego, Angel and Gilly planning their evening of bar hopping. They decided to head down to the beach for a long weekend, a getaway from the pressures of Santo Padre.
“Damn, that’s a big ass building.”
“Ain’t this the museum you wanted to go to?” Angel asked.
EZ nodded, “Yeah at some point. You guys don’t have to come in.”
The four of them turned down the street toward the entrance and Gilly laughed, “Oh I’m definitely going.”
Angel frowned, “You wanna go to a museum? You good, homie?”
“If all the chicks in the museum look like that? Fuck yeah, I do,” he scoffed and nodded over at the museum steps.
They all looked up to see two men in suits talking to a woman, her long curly hair flowing gently in the wind as she laughed. Coco’s eyes widened when he saw ink covering her throat, bright acrylics on her tattooed hands. His eyes followed her curves, covered up by her professional attire. He licked his lips when he heard Angel mumble, “Damn.”
EZ shook his head, “I didn’t mean we had to go now.”
“What better time than the present, boy scout?” Gilly smirked, “You guys in?”
Angel looked over at Coco, who shrugged, “Why not?”
“Alright,” Gilly clapped, “Think she dresses like that all the time?”
“She’s way out of your league,” Angel snorted, shaking his head as they crossed the street.
“You think you have a better chance?” Gilly arched an eyebrow.
Coco laughed, “You two gonna bet again? Since it went so well last time.”
Both men glared at him before going back to arguing over who would ask her out. The men in suits walked away and the woman turned to see the four of them heading up the stairs.
“Welcome,” she smiled and opened the door, “Ticket counter is to your left, let me know if you have any questions about the exhibits.”
Gilly looked her over slowly, “Thanks mami. I do have a question. Are you the exhibit?”
She laughed politely, “No, I’m not.”
“Too bad, I can’t stop staring,” he winked, heading inside. 
“All these artifacts and I can’t take my eyes off you,” Angel smirked and followed him in.
EZ shook his head, “I’m sorry about them, it’s their first day in public.”
Coco took off his sunglasses as she laughed, “It’s all good, I’ve heard worse,” she closed the door behind them, “Enjoy the museum,” she winked at Coco before a younger employee called her over.
Coco watched her walk off, hips swaying. Gilly and Angel were still quietly bickering over her. While they were distracted, he took a few steps toward where she stood with another woman wearing a regular museum uniform. The woman went into the exhibit and she turned to Coco.
“Can I help you?” she asked him.
“Just wanted to apologize again for my brothers,” he told her, “They’re harmless.”
She smiled, “That’s sweet, thank you. Like I said, I’ve had way worse pick up lines than that. I was a little bummed I didn’t hear one from you, though,” she admitted.
Coco’s eyes widened and he smiled, “Oh yeah?”
She nodded, “See if it was more original than your brothers,” she teased.
He laughed softly, “They didn’t exactly get creative, did they?”
“No but at least they didn’t say they’d nail me to the wall,” she shivered slightly in disgust, “That one grosses me out.”
He shook his head, “I wouldn’t have let them get away with that one.”
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Coco,” he held a hand out to her, “Yours?”
She introduced herself and shook his hand, “I guess you wouldn’t let them get away with that, would you, boogeyman?”
His eyes lit up, “You know that story?”
She smiled, “Of course,” she scanned the patches on his leather. Coco held his breath for a moment, waiting for her to dismiss him, “Santo Padre? What brings you to San Diego?”
“We wanted to get out of the desert for a few days,” he murmured, “Hang out at the beach.”
“That’s why I live here, so I can be on the beach whenever,” she smiled, “How long are you in town for?”
“Till Tuesday,” he bit his lip, willing his heart to slow down.
She nodded, holding his gaze for a moment, “So, you got a line?”
He shook his head, “No lines,” he licked his lips, “But I’d love to take you out later.”
She smiled, “I can’t tonight but I’ll take your number and call you tomorrow?” she pulled her phone out of her pocket.
Coco recited his number to her, smirking when he glanced over to see Gilly and Angel glaring at him. She nodded, “I’ll see you soon?” she took a few steps back, smiling.
“See you soon,” he smiled slowly, his eyes on hers.
She giggled and turned down a hallway, out of his sight. He rejoined the other guys.
“What just happened?” Angel asked, “You get her number?”
He shook his head, “Gave her mine. Thanks for making me look good,” he smirked as EZ handed him a ticket, “Thanks, bro.”
“Motherfucker,” Gilly swore, “You’re such a dick.”
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After the museum, the four of them headed to dinner, then a bar on the beach. They stood around a pool table, EZ and Angel against Coco and Gilly.
“I still can’t believe you snaked her from me,” Gilly shook his head.
“You don’t have a claim on her, homie,” he smirked, taking a sip of beer.
“You come on too aggressive, bro,” Angel said.
EZ snorted, “You weren’t much better.”
Angel scoffed, “I wasn’t as bad as him!”
“All I did was give her my number,” Coco watched Gilly take his turn, “It’s not like I stole your girlfriend or some shit.”
Coco was in the middle of his turn when a loud cheer erupted behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see a high top all holding their drinks up, laughing.
“Wait, isn’t that her?”
Coco grinned when he saw her sitting at the high top, a pink margarita in her hand and a relaxed smile on her face. She caught his gaze and she smiled wider, waving at him. He held up a finger, turning back to finish his turn, “It is.”
He sunk two balls and missed the third, setting his cue down when he heard, “Lord have mercy. Look at that.”
All thought left his mind when he saw her heading toward him. She had forgone her professional attire, a longer asymmetrical skirt with a button up and blazer, for a tight black and white dress that hit mid thigh. Her long curled were tied up in a ponytail, two braids nestled among the strands. Her darker lipstick made him want to smear it.
“Hi,” she smiled.
“Hey,” he murmured, “You look beautiful.”
She giggled shyly, “Thank you. This is a coincidence.”
“Your plans for the night?” he asked, glancing at the table that was not so subtly spying on her.
She nodded, “College friends in town for the night. We’re going to the beach tomorrow before their flight leaves.”
Coco smirked, “We’re going to the beach too. The one down the road.”
“So are we,” she laughed, “Another coincidence.”
“Or fate,” he suggested, failing to keep himself from checking her out.
She felt butterflies under his gaze, “Could be. I gotta get back but how about this? If you find me at the beach tomorrow, you can take me out to dinner.”
His eyes lit up at the challenge. Between his military training and club antics, he knew he could meet it, “I’m down. See you tomorrow, ma.”
“See you tomorrow,” she kissed his cheek softly, walking back to her group. He couldn’t stop smirking the rest of the night.
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Coco sat down on a lounge chair between Angel and Gilly, “Why the fuck do we stay in the desert when we could be here?” he asked as Angel passed him the blunt.
Angel laughed, “We should convince Alvarez to start a San Diego charter.”
“Coco just wants to be near his new girl,” Gilly opened a beer.
“You still bitching about that?” Coco arched an eyebrow, “How many chicks are out here, go pick up one up if you got that much game.”
“Oh now you got game?” Gilly asked, “With that crooked ass nose.”
Coco passed the blunt to EZ, retort on his tongue when his phone lit up with an unknown number. He opened it to find a picture of her smiling, sunglasses covering her eyes and her long hair tied up in a messy bun. He could only see from her shoulders up, a table with beer pong set up in the background. It was accompanied by a text.
I’m here! Ready for your mission?
He smirked, typing out, ‘Mission accepted’ before standing up, “Well you fuckers can keep playing with each other, I’m going to get a date.”
EZ grinned, “Good luck, bro.”
Coco fist bumped him, “Good luck with these two,” he joked and grabbed his phone and cigarettes, sliding his sunglasses on as he walked up to the top of the sand. He remembered the size of her group the night before and knew they wouldn’t be that hard to spot. He checked the picture again, his heart skipping a beat at her smile. Another text came in as he tried to study the background for clues.
No clues but I do have a drink waiting for you
He noticed rocks behind her and scanned the beach, grinning when he saw a cliff to his left. He walked down to the water, taking his time to smoke a cigarette as he made his way over. A large blue canopy with a long table under it was set up next to the cliff, coolers and bags scattered around towels and blankets set up on the ground. He swore under his breath when he spotted her in nothing but a black and green two piece, a drink in each hand. Tattoos covered both arms and curled around her long legs, a few on her back and sides. She was talking to two other women, one in a pink one piece and the other covered by an oversized white t shirt and men’s swimming trunks. Four guys stood at either end of the beer pong table in different colored bathing suits. He walked up, ignoring the looks the guys gave him as he tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and grinned.
“Coco!” she leaned in to kiss his cheek, “That didn’t take nearly as long as I expected.”
He laughed, “I was a Marine, baby.”
“That’s not fair,” she pouted, “Here’s a beer if you want it. Let me introduce you to everyone,” she offered him the bottle.
“Sure, thank you,” he took it and followed her around the tent, shaking hands with everyone. They all went to college together, getting picked up and invited in by others in the friend group. They used to be a bigger group, she explained, but fights, moves and break ups splintered the group until it was the remaining seven of them. She hung back with him as the guys kept playing, one white boy, Dan or Dave or something, glancing at him often with a glare.
“Your friend in the green doesn’t like me that much,” he teased a few minutes later.
She looked over at the canopy and sighed, “He claims he’s protective, but he’s not like that about anyone else. He’s just one of those white knight guys.”
“White knight guys?” he frowned.
“Yeah, if I do something he thinks could hurt me, he acts concerned for my well being but he just has feelings for me and gets jealous,,” she explained, “He did the same thing in college when he found out I was dancing.”
He arched an eyebrow, “Dancing?”
She nodded, looking up at him, “I didn’t come from a good family or anything, so I had to pay my own way through college. I got some scholarships but it didn’t cover everything so I started stripping to help pay my bills and shit,” he watched her as she spoke, knowing this was a test of his reaction.
“That’s smart, you probably made bank,” he winked.
A  smile lit up her face, satisfied in his response, “You know I did. No student loans for me.”
White Knight Dan/Dave called her over for her turn but she declined, telling him she’d play later. His disappointment was visible, tossing another glare Coco’s way as he went back to the game.
Coco smirked, “Damn, I’m making all kinds of enemies talking to you.”
She took a sip of her beer, “Who else?”
“My homie’s still mad,” he laughed.
“Tell him if he can find it in his heart to forgive you, I have a bunch of hot, single friends I can introduce him to,” she offered.
He laughed softly, “That might do it, thanks mami.”
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texaschainsawmascara · 4 months
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Hi and for the love of God hello 👋🏼 after going back and forth i’ve decided to try my hand at writing for the mayans boys and the sons we all know and love! Please feel free to hit up my ask box <3
Requests: Open
who i write for:
- Mayans MC
• Angel Reyes
• Ez Reyes
• Coco Cruz
• Nestor Oceteva
• Neron “Creeper” Vargas
• Bishop Losa
• Hank Loza
• Gilly Lopez
• Michael “Riz” Ariza
- Sons Of Anarchy
• Jax Teller
• Juice Ortiz
• Opie Winston
• Happy Lowman
• Herman Kozik
• Filip “Chibs” Telford
• Alexander “Tig” Trager
What i take requests for:
• Headcanons
• Preferences
• Would includes
• Most likely to’s
What i don’t take requests for:
• Smut
• Self harm of any kind - talking about the reader having a mental illness is fine but i’m not comfortable writing about them harming themselves
• Reader being related to any of the characters
• Toxic relationships - We’re all about healthy, loving relationships in this house!
any gifs used are not mine!
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kindnessisweakness2 · 5 months
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Coco Request from @your-space-brain!! I hope you liked where I went with it and again sorry the wait, I'm so critical of my own work it takes me ages to build up the courage to post🤦‍♀️
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Growing up being Bishops daughter wasn't easy. Most girls loved the thought of it, being so close to the MC. But Bailey Losa hated it. Don't get her wrong she loved the club, it was like one big extended family. But things that were simple to other girls, were never easy for Bailey. While all her friends snuck out to house parties and to meet boys, Bailey Losa stayed well within the protection and watchful eye of her father and his henchmen. If her father had his way she would be walking around covered from her neck to her ankles, never in sight of a horny teenage boy. Almost 20 years old and she still has to keep her door open if she had friends over. But you know what they say about strict parents? They create sneaky rebellious kids.
Coco watched as Bailey made her way around the club house collecting the empty bottles. The Friday night party was starting to get busy as it hit 10pm with More and more people starting to arrive. He couldn't deny she was beautiful. Her long hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, her blue denim shorts hugging her hips and her smile. Her smile was the best thing about her. It'd been a week since he kissed her. 1 fucking week and she had consumed his mind. No one knew about their secret make out session in the small stock room behind the bar. She had been putting away a delivery, slamming the bottles in to place a little too hard after another argument with her father, when Coco walked in. He'd always had a thing for her and up until that day was able to pay careful attention to the OFF LIMITS sign above her pretty head, placed there by her hot head of a father. Coco would be lying if he said he regretted giving into the intrusive thought of pushing her against the shelves, hands twisting in her hair as he captured the soft lips of the Mayans Princess in his own. The mischevious glint in her brown eyes telling him she enjoyed it as much as he did. But that didn't mean he was oblivious to the looming shit storm he would be in the centre of if Bishop found out.
"Coco can you take Bailey home?" Bishops voice broke his thoughts and instantly he felt sick. Bailey groaned loudly from behind the bar. "Dad are you serious right now? It's barely 10.30." The look Bishop threw his daughter instantly told her not to argue. Anger was clear to see on her face as she threw the empty beer bottles on the bar top, not giving a shit if they smashed. Grabbing her bag she stormed past her father without a word. Coco sighed grabbing his keys ready to follow her outside, but Bishop called out to him. "Make sure she's safe brother, shes my world." Not being able to muster words Coco swallowed the lump in his dry throat and nodded. He made his way out towards his bike, a fuming but silent Bailey already having her helmet on.
The ride to the Losa Residence was completely silent. Pulling into the driveway, Coco cut the engine and hopped off his much loved Harley. Bailey raised her eyes at the tall Outlaw as he held his hand out for her. "Law breaking Gentleman, Huh?" She smirked as she let him help her off the Bike. She had liked Coco for a long time, but never in her wildest dreams would she ever have believed he would look at her twice. She knew how much shit he would get in if they got caught, but she would be lying if she didnt admit it made her excited. "Look i know you and your dad disagree on alot, but he cares y'know. Just cut him abit of slack yeah? Your his pride and joy." Coco tried to reason with her, but Bailey rolled her eyes. Standing on her tip toes, her lips brushed his as she looked into his eyes. "I dont want to talk about that. Lets go inside..." She kissed him softly, fingers linking with his. Coco let her lead him to the front door. Pushing her gently against the dark wood, his hands found her waist, lips leaving a trail down her neck. God she was like a drug. She pulled him in, made him feel euphoric. Every gasp that left her mouth was like music to his ears.
Realisation hit him hard when she broke away from him to unlock the door. Fuck what was he doing? He wanted her, there was no doubt in his mind about that. Not for the short term either. She could never be just a fling to him. Fuck no he could get easy pussy at Vicki's any time he wanted. But Bailey? She was all woman. The kind he could imagine siting up late at night talking shit with. Debating the stars, history and what they wanted from life. The kind that would make him want to be a better man. She was too good for him ofcourse, but damn he wanted her. "Wait." Bailey's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Coco resisted her trying to pull him inside. "Bailey, we...we cant." Hurt flashed instantly in her eyes, and it made him want to throw up. "Do you know how many rules I'm breaking by being here?" Coco pleaded with her. Tried to make her see how much shit this would cause for the both of them. But Bailey just smirked as she wrapped her arms around the worried Mayan.
"Rules? Im a grade A rule breaker baby.They are made to be broken. And havent you heard? Im the Princess, i get what i want. When i want. And right now i want you to take me inside and together we are going to break every rule in the goddamn book."
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Coming Home
A Coco Cruz x Reader(You) Imagine
Warnings:18+Only! Smut below the keep reading line!
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You stepped into the tub, sinking into the warm, sudsy water, the stress of the day leaving your tense body as you let the water soothe you. The relaxing smell of lavender-vanilla filled the room, your aromatherapy candle flickering away on the bathroom counter. Your phone went off, and the chorus to every time I close my eyes by Babyface blared into the quiet bathroom, which made you practically fall over the edge of the tub as your wet hands grabbed for the phone.
Listening impatiently while the automated voice spoke, you were bubbling over with excitement and nerves. “This is a prepaid call from—“Johnny Cruz,”—an inmate at Stockton DOC. To accept the charges, press the pound key.”
You always got giddy when you heard him say his name in between the recording’s voice whenever you received a call from him. So, quickly you did as it said and pressed the pound key.
“You there, niña?” You heard Coco ask over the phone.
“I’m here, baby. How’d it go?” You were almost too scared to ask, especially since the parole board denied him release the last time because he fought another inmate for grabbing your ass at a visitation a year ago.
“Not good.” His voice sounded so defeated and sad.
Slowly, you sat up, your heart dropping into your stomach. Not good? Those fuckers! You internally curse them. Coco hadn’t gotten caught doing anything over the past year, so what the fuck was their problem? You were about to ask him what happened when he cut you off. “For your pussy–‘cause we ain’t gettin’ out of bed for a week when I get home.”
He heard the bathtub water splash around as you got out in a hurry, smiling to himself, keeping his happy face pulled away from the other prisoners behind him in line. He couldn’t wait to come home to you and get settled back into club life. Fuck this place, he thought.
“They're letting you out, Coco?" You asked him in disbelief, almost worried you might have fallen asleep in the tub and had been dreaming this whole thing up. "You’re coming home?"
“Yeah, niña. I’m coming home.” You couldn’t help but squeal with excitement into the phone at his confirmation.
“Babyyy, I have so much to do! I have to get all your favorite foods. Oooh, and I can’t forget to have some joints rolled for you—oh shit, Letty’s going to freak when she finds out!” You were talking a million miles a minute at this point.
He laughed into the phone, turning to lean his other shoulder against the wall. “Querida, fuck food. I’m gonna eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Shiiit, you better be ready.” You could hear the smile in his tone, which made your body warm, and your pussy flutter in excitement at being filled by the man you loved once again.
“I’m so happy for you, Johnny!” You beamed, and you were. You’d been missing having him home, cuddled against you as you slept, his hand creeping around you in the mornings, playing with your pussy, until his fingers xxx movements stirred you awake. But mostly because you knew how lonely he got in there, constantly on edge, having to watch his back at all times. You knew how easy it was for Coco to get stuck in his head if he didn’t have a way to keep his head clear. Four cement walls, a grip of enemies waiting to catch him slipping, and not being able to have you there, next to him, to talk him out of his darkness, none of it helped calm his thoughts.
“I’m happy for us, babygirl,” he said, just as the automated recording decided to tell the two of you that his funds were running low and the call would have to end.
“Damn, I gotta go. I’ll call tomorrow morning, okay? Oh, and tell the prospect he better not be late with my bike. I don’t wanna be here a second longer than I fuckin’ have to.”
“I’ll let him know, but I probably won’t sound so mean when I tell him,” you teased. “I love you, Coco.”
“I love you too, niña. Gimme besos.” He smiled when he heard you kiss him through the phone. The call then ends, Coco going back to the table with his homies, and you back into the bath to tease yourself beneath the soapy water.
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Coco stepped out from the prison gate. His kutte and a pack of his preferred smokes were handed to him by EZ, who then turned to tell Nestor to head back with the trailer that had brought Coco's bike to the prison.
“What’s up, boy scout?" Coco greeted him as they clasped hands and pulled each other into a one-armed hug.
“They finally let your demon ass out, I see.” EZ smiled as he spoke.
“Yeah, fuckin’ crazy, right? Let’s get the fuck to the clubhouse before they change their minds. I’m tryin’ to get home to my lady already.” Coco threw his leg over his bike, placing his helmet on his head before starting it up, finally feeling like himself for the first time since being locked up.
“Good idea, before they find the mistake they made in your paperwork,” EZ teased his newly released brother.
They each pulled away from the prison, both men flipping the massive building off as they left. With each mile, Coco felt less and less smothered, but he’d still have to meet his parole officer in the morning, who made it clear that he’d be popping up randomly on the mayan to make sure he was keeping to his parole terms.
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“Look at all the ass and tits that showed up for this ugly ass cabrón.” Gilly shook his head, the rest of them laughing with him.
“I don’t give a fuck, what those hyna’s out there got goin’ on.” Coco smirked, taking a drag from his cigarette. “My dick is good where it’s at—attached to my body without one of Angel’s VD outbreaks that are probably going around.”
“Or is it the fact that your baby-luv is waiting at home for you?” Bishop mocked, making fun of the contact name he had set for you on his new phone, which was currently flashing across his screen as it vibrated on the table.
“Yeah, and if you saw my girl naked, y'all would be calling her whatever she wanted, too.” Coco’s head shot over to Angel as he was about to say something. "But you won’t, so don’t even think about it," he told the sultry mayan that had tried to get in your pants long before Coco saw you but failed miserably when your attention was immediately pulled to the scrawny and a little crazy mayan they called Coco.
“You sure you don’t wanna hand her over? Look at all that potential out there, bro.” Angel tipped his head to the room full of women as they headed out of the templo room to join the party.
“Not a fuckin’ chance! Look, all I fucking know is, my girl is gonna have to sit on a bag of frozen peas for at least a week after I’m done with her ass. Yeah, fuck all this. I’m out!” They all laughed with him, knowing he was due a good fuck, saying their goodbyes to him quickly, Coco dodging women with respectful side hugs.
The ride home was torture, his heart pounding faster the closer he got to his house. His mind flashes through memories of you both in each other's arms, rolling around in the bed, or the times you both munched on cereal in the kitchen at two am after one of your many rounds of sex. God, he missed you, and he was gonna show you just how much as soon as he got his ass home to you.
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Coco pulled his keys from his pocket, but as he went to shove the key in the hole, the door swung open. Letty stood in front of him with a blanket wrapped around her, her tired face lit up by her now huge smile. “So tell me, did you drop the soap? You did, didn’t you?” She laughed when he rolled his eyes, dropping the blanket so she could wrap him in a hug. “We missed you so much!” She sighed, happy Coco was back home safe, so the three of you could go back to being the dysfunctional family you were.
“You’re a fuckin’ punk, you know that, querida?” He walked into the house, searching for you, and a bit weirded out that you hadn’t jumped him already.
“Where is she, Leticia?” He couldn’t help the smile already forming on his face at the excitement of seeing you.
“She crashed out. She was nervous about you coming home, so we might have had a few shots,” she said with a guilty smile, laying back down on the couch. “Said she was going to bed.”
“A few, huh?” He knew it had to be more than a few. Your tolerance wasn’t that low. “Take your lil’ hooligan ass to bed. The couch is uncomfortable. Oh, and I missed your annoying ass, too.” He winked sweetly at her, heading to his room while shedding his kutte and the flannel beneath it. When he pushed the door open, his eyes landed right on you as you stood in front of the bed. Your lacy lingerie barely covered all his favorite parts of you, your smile sweet, even though your body looked devilish.
Time stands still for him at that moment. He was finally home, praying silently that this wasn't another dream he'd have to wake up from. Undoing his belt, he let his jeans drop to the floor, white boxers the only thing left on his body as he stepped towards you, his hands pulling you into him by your hips. It wasn’t until he felt the warmth of your body against his that he realized it wasn’t a dream at all. He was here with you, next to you, somewhere he had craved to be for the last five years.
Your smiles were matching in happiness. Coco, finally breaking the silence. “Tell me you missed me as much as I missed you, niña.” He pulled you into his body, the sweet smell of you intoxicating him and driving him crazy.
Your hands came to his tattooed chest. “Let me show you how much.” You slowly ran them down his body, your fingers hooking on the waistband of his boxers. Slowly you slid them down his legs, your eyes never breaking from his lust-filled stare.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you!” He cupped the back of your neck, kissing you desperately as his other hand undid your bra with ease.
“Am I still your pretty girl?” You smirked, your cheeks heating as he stared back at you, his head tilting, Coco eyeing your breasts as they softly bounced when they are released from your bra, lips turning up into his famous crooked smile.
“Yeah, you’re still my pretty lady. See, look at what you do to me,” he groaned when you let him guide your hand to his hard cock. You moaned into his mouth when his lips crashed against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth, Coco desperate to taste all of you. Have all of you again.
You dipped your fingers into the front of your panties, gathering your desire for him before you wrapped your slick hand around the thickness of his cock and began to stroke.
His body stiffened while you stroked him up and down. Stopping, you used his precum to tease your thumb over the swollen bell of his dick. Tingles traveled from the hand wrapped around him to your now dripping core. His grip on the back of your neck tightens, mouths still locked on one another in a heated kiss.
“I need you, Coco!” You blurted after breaking from the kiss, panting hard. He could see how much you meant it in your teary eyes and how you pressed yourself so close to him, your fingers coming to play with the short hair at the back of his neck.
“Lay down, querida. Let me get you right.” He smiled, tapping your ass, kissing you with passion as he backed your body up the bed. He moved to trail soft kisses down your neck, slowly moving lower, his tongue flicking over your already pebbled nipple, sucking on it, then nipping teasingly at it. The sweet sensation had your back arching, desperate for his mouth to move lower.
You looked down at him as he lowered himself so that his lips were almost touching your pussy. Dark, hooded eyes looked up at you. “Is this what you want, niña?” He kissed the slit of your drenched pussy, your cum already shining on his lips. Your little whimper makes him smirk against you before slipping his tongue along your seam. The teaser in him couldn’t help but barely graze your eager clit with the point of his tongue.
“Please, Coco, don’t do me like that!” Your desperate plea had him feral, so he dove in, mouth attacking your pussy desperately.
“Fuck, I’ve missed being able to taste you!” The vibrations from his groan over your swollen bud had your thighs quivering as he held them open. His nose flicked teasingly over your pulsing clit, knowing how much you loved it when he used his whole face to get you off.
Sitting up, he stroked his long dick. “Come here, babygirl.” You obliged him, scooting your ass down the bed and raising your hips. Leaning down, his mouth connected with yours as he ran the tip of his dick through your soaked petals, teasing it inside you just enough to open you up for him, your gasp making him throb, your eyes blowing wide as he slowly filled you to the brim.
“Oh my god, Coco!” You cried out, nails digging into the flesh of his back, his cock slowly dragging against your walls before he thrust himself deeper inside you, desperate moans stifled by his hot mouth against yours.
“That’s it, mama, take this dick.” He began to lose control of his pace, fucking into you like it was his last time. Carnal passion, and five years of not being able to be inside you, made him lose control. “Shit, that pussy’s even tighter than before!” His balls were slapping against you, the sound of your sex filling the room.
“Oh, fuck, oh, oh my god! Coco—you feel too goood,” you whined out, your pussy squeezing him when his curved dick hit that special spot deep inside you, a sharp pain shooting through you as you tried to run from it.
“Nuh-uh, niña, don’t you fucking run from me–bring that pussy back here.” His hands grabbed at your thighs, pulling you back down the bed, before he shoved your knees to your chest, his throbbing dick hitting you even deeper now. His hands helped hold your legs against you while his eyes stayed glued to his now slick cock stroking the depths of your tight cunt. Watching as he disappeared inside the wetness of you, over and over.
His eyes fell back to yours, brow furrowing, completely stopping his thrusts when he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks. Releasing your legs, he came down to your level, his cock still buried deep inside you. His long, lean frame hovering over you, your legs hooked around his waist, keeping him close to you.
Kissing away each tear that rolled down your face, he feathered your cheek with his thumb as he consoled you.
“Don’t cry, mi amor, I’m here,” he promised, resting his forehead against yours, his hips starting to rock into you slowly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss that had him intoxicated. His cold heart reawakened at the love so clearly visible in your hazy eyes.
That is how the two of you spent the next few hours, slowly working each other over, making up for the lost time, limbs wrapped tightly around one another in fear the other would disappear.
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2 Am
You were nestled against the side of him as he puffed on his cigarette, his other arm wrapped around you, fingers on your back massaging you softly. “I know what you’re thinking.” He tipped his head down, kissing the top of your head, his lips tugging into a smile against you.
“Say it on three.” You started counting down, kissing his tattooed chest between each number you spoke.
Right on time, you both said the same thing.
“Coco puffs!”
Sitting up, you jumped on top of him, your naked body bouncing excitedly on him as you kissed him sweetly, your smile huge against his lips.
“It’s like I never left.” His arms wrapped around you from behind, kissing your neck as he held the blanket around the both of you. The two of you wobble to the kitchen, trying desperately to keep your laughter quiet. That’s exactly how it felt, just like old times.
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"Ugh! Get a room.” You heard Letty groan in disgust behind Coco. Giggling, you peeked over his shoulder to see her grab a bowl from the cabinet and come over to stand next to you both.
“You should be asleep,” he said over the spoonful of chocolate puffs you had just given him.
“I know, but—I missed the three of us hanging out.” She poured the cereal into her bowl, shrugging nonchalantly.
Coco looked at Letty, then at you, smiling with you. “She missed us hanging out?” He exaggerated his shock, putting his hand on her forehead, looking at you with worry. “Has she finally gone loco in cabeza?” He laughed when his daughter threw her middle finger up at him, smiling herself.
“Yeah, it’s ‘cause I had to listen to Y/n’s horrible music on the way to school every day.” She smirked, pouring some milk into her bowl.
“Oh, damn. Yeah, I’d go a little crazy, too.” He smiled, both snickering when you looked offended, placing your palm against your chest and gasping.
“My music taste isn’t that bad.” You pouted, Coco kissing your lips and winking at you.
“Sorry, niña, but I’m gonna have to go with Letty on this one.” They both laughed a little harder at you.
“Okayyy—I can already see we’re going back to two-on-one again.” You rolled your eyes but began to laugh along with them, playfully smacking Coco’s shoulder.
You couldn’t help but smile at the two of them while they joked around in the kitchen, laughing and reminiscing with each other. Your heart was content, and your mind at peace because Coco was here now, home where he belonged, happiness finally returning to the Cruz home, where it had been missing for so long.
The End!
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bullet-prooflove · 1 year
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Making Memories - Johnny 'Coco' Cruz x Reader
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Written for my badass writing biatch @the-hinky-panda
Tagging:   @annetje   @danzer8705  @im-just-a-mississippi-girl
It had been a long time since you had been the beach. The two of you sat side by side on the sand, watching the water creep up the shore. Coco’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders, drawing you into the heat of his body. His lips brushed over the side of your head as the sky began to darken. There was just the two of you in this moment, this wonderful perfect moment.
"You know this is going to cause all sorts of rumours back at the clubhouse." You teased, your palm coming to rest upon his knee. "Overnight stay in a one-man tent away from them all. They’ll think you’re a romantic."
“Fuck em,” he smiled into your hair. “I don’t care what they think.”
You laughed and Coco thought, somehow in the glow of the sunset you looked even more beautiful. He loved seeing her happy, loved the way you made the world feel just a little bit lighter. You picked up a seashell toying with it between your fingers.
"Did you ever used to do that thing where you pick up a seashell and listen to the sound of the ocean?" You questioned as you cupped it to your ear.
Coco shook his head, holding out his own hand for the shell. He had heard of it a thousand times before, but he had never stopped to find out. You placed it in his palm before Coco brought it to his ear, frowning at the roaring sound emitting from the depths of the seashell.
"I always thought that was one of those rumours you hear as a kid.” Coco said handing the shell back to her.
"You know EZ probably could probably tell us there’s some amazing scientific reason behind it but I like keeping the magic of it." You told Coco cupping the seashell between your hands.
"I’ve got something for you." Coco said abruptly, raising to his feet.
He returned from his bike quickly with a box clasped in his hands when he sat back down again. You studied him quizzically as he held it out to you. You took it, setting the gift down on your lap before studying it with curious fingertips.
The gun metal grey lockbox was heavy. There were a few faded stickers stuck to the lid. The corners were rounded and there was a heavy-duty lock on the front. Coco jangled the keys before taking your hand in his and placing them upon your palm.
The lockbox was something he'd had in his possession since his teenage years. Something he used to store his special items in before Celia either sold them or trashed them. It’d had it with him for years, keeping pictures in there of his kids, of Letty. These days he didn’t have to worry about someone rooting through his stuff, looking for things to sell for their next fix, or destroy just to hurt him. It was his most treasured possession in the world and now he was giving it to the most precious person in the world.
"I thought it was time you started to make some new memories." Coco said quietly, nudging your shoulder with his. “You can put the stuff in there, that’s special to you.”
He watched as you unlocked the box with your new set of keys. You opened the lid before she took the seashell and deposited it in the lockbox. He could see how much it meant to you to receive a gift like this. That cute little side smile was making an appearance once more as it curved across your beautiful features. Your fingertip smoothed over the sticker of a skull before you closed it once more and locked it.
"Now it has our first memory." You told him, beaming as you tilted your head to look up at him.
Jesus, you had no idea what you did to him. When you looked at him like that, when you reached out and allowed your thumb to brush along the darkening stubble on his cheeks. Coco's lips grazed the palm of your hand as you met his eyes.
"Thank you for this.” You whispered. "Thank you for all of this."
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ravennaortiz · 3 months
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Hello Lovelies! I have made some updates in regards to request. Below you will find the characters I write for and the current prompt list. I am more than happy for you to include things such as fluff, smut, Angst or minor details.
I am also open to headcanons or ask about any of the guys below! Want to know what I think? Send me your question as an ask and I'll let ya know!
Simple Rules: Must be 18+. Choose a character and prompt. Send me an ask.
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Characters
SOA
Chibs
Half-Sack
Happy
Jax
Juice
Kozik
Opie
Tig
RatBoy
Mayans
Angel
Bishop
Bottles
Coco
Creeper
Ez
Gilly
Guero
Manny
Prompt List
You hate me.
I'm not the right man for you.
Why did you save me?
Are you hurt?
I can take care of myself.
Are you afraid of me?
Stay away from my sister.
Your drunk. No I'm not.
Will you let me take you out?
Shit. Theres only one bed.
I'm not enough for you.
Do you wanna come in?
I promise.
Please, be okay.
Are you gonna kiss me or not?
Your scars are beautiful.
I love you.
Go slow
Lets get married
Why?
Like what you see?
Make me
You are more than a one night stand.
No panties?
Don't act shy now.
Tell me
What if someone sees?
You look better in my clothes.
Give me attention
I need you.
Jealous?
You're mine.
Are you blushing?
Say it
Dont touch me.
Want a hug?
Who was that?
Beg
Blank is your dad/brother? Why didn't you tell me! ( let me know if you have a specific guy in mind)
That hurt/hurts
How did you get that bruise/those bruises?
Lets have a baby
I would kill for you
I'm scared
Please dont hurt me
I thought you were dead
I did something terrible
we cant be friends
kill me
will you pretend were on a date?
you could have died
I miss you
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Lucky Charm
Coco Cruz x F!Reader
Warnings: 18+, fluff
With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!
Prompt: four-leaf clover
Word Count: 500
A/N: It's been so long since I've written for Coco but this was such a fun little tidbit to make for him 🥰
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There were a lot of things that Coco believed in, but he wasn’t sure if luck was one of them. He was a big believer in fate, that all things both good and bad had to happen to get you where you needed to go. Luck always felt synonymous with chance and that didn’t sit right with him, especially when he thought about you, about the daughter you shared.
It wasn’t until he was elbow-deep in the hood of his car and she came bursting in the garage with a four-leaf clover pinched tightly between her fingers that he really started to buy into it. She was just so little, so excited as she skidded to a stop a few inches away from him.
“Dad!” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
He looked over at her, stray curls falling into his face as he did. He raised his eyebrows as he looked between you standing in the doorway of the garage and the little girl standing in front of him.
Setting down the wrench in his hand, he wiped his hands off on his jeans before crouching to get to her level. “What’s this?”
“A four-leaf clover!” she said, volume increasing along with her excitement levels. “Mama said they’re good luck!”
A smirk curled his lips as he spared you a glance. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah!” She moved it closer to his face, almost close enough so that he would have to cross his eyes to try and see it properly. “Here! For you.”
“Me?” he asked with a laugh, hand pressing against his chest in a gesture to himself.
“You!” She pressed the clover against the back of his hand, prompting him to turn it so that he could take it from her. “A good luck charm.”
He chuckled as he looked at it in his palm. “Ah, I got you and your Mama over there—I already got more luck than I need.”
“That’s luck you can take with you,” she stated it so matter of factly that he didn’t have any room to argue the point.
“Guess I will then, huh?”
She nodded, pleased with the outcome. She stepped in and threw her arms around him in a hug before taking off back towards the door. “I’m gonna go look for more! Bye! Love you!”
He laughed, calling after her as he stood up and made his way over to you, “Love you back!” He shook his head as he looked at the plant in his hand then back up at you. “Good luck charm, huh?”
You laughed, resting your hands on his shoulders. “I just told her what it was. The rest was all her.”
He smiled and shook his head. “I don’t know if I buy that.”
“You’re a lucky man, Johnny Coco Cruz.” You nodded towards the clover in his hand. “You got the proof of it now.”
He laughed as he pulled you tighter against his side. “Can’t argue with that.”
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hennyjwrites · 5 months
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Omg! I just read your CoCo fic and I loved it! We need more dad!Coco. What about if baby girl is getting her first tooth in? How would Coco help her.
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The house was miserable. Y/n had a headache. Leticia wanted to spazz, and the toddler was irritable. All of this was because the youngest baby y/d/n first tooth was coming in and in return had the baby screaming in irritation. She missed her nap and barely slept the night before so she was cranky on top of that.
Coco walked into the house already knowing the situation. He walked up to his wife, and gently took the baby from her. “Go lay down mi amor.” He whispered to her. She nodded before grabbing the toddler who needed a nap as well and walked towards the stairs. He rocked the baby, who calmed down hearing and smelling her daddy but was still crying gently. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his debit card before handing it to Letty. “200$ limit.” He told her. She squealed and walked iut the house happily.
He walked into the kitchen. While singing in the baby's ear he grabbed her teething ring and placed it on her teeth. The coldness soothed the baby. “See that's all you needed huh mija? Causing all the trouble for everyone today.” He held her close as she sniffled. “Shh papis here.” He rocked the baby until she went to sleep and well after she was asleep. He stayed downstairs with her just so his wife could sleep. Even with all the crying he loved being a daddy.
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darqchilddaydreamz · 4 months
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Aunty DD!! Not a request but if you feel like writing a whole fic on that Rio shit I will love you for the rest of my life! 😉 Can you do same scenario but for a Mayan man??
You have brought me joy tonight Anony. *kiss cheek* I'm supposed to be cleaning but I'd much rather do this. I'm already over here cheesin up a storm. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!!! Mayans fighting is going to be on my mind well into the night. Bless you for that. *kiss cheek two times*
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Manny - Okay, Manny was never really drinking right? And we never saw him tipsy so this man is sober and confident AF!! He's not arguing. He's not fighting. He's walking right up to you (and lord did you felt him coming cuz Manny is THAT kind of man) and taking possession. He's trailing those long fingers down your arm and hooking just one on your index finger. Leaning in your ear he'll pause just long enough to smack you with that deep ass gravelly voice, "C'mon, Bella."
What other guy? Who? Where?
Ma'am?? You are gonna be scurrying away with Manny like your panties are on fire...cuz they are. Cuz. It's. Manny.
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This slow blinking, beautiful ass man. I HATE HIM!! Give me babies.
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Gilly - Seeing another cut moving in on you gets one response from him and one response only. The poor guy is getting physically removed from the situation or you are. Either way you waggle your fingers in goodbye with a big ol grin cuz tbh it's the sexiest thing in the world.
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Yes. Yes we do.
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Angel - Can we talk about DrunkAngel cuz I kinda love him?? Drunk Angel is comin in hot and very, very loud. Zero chill and no volume control. But since the alcohol also has him where he can't complete a sentence for the life of him, his brothers are coming to see what's up and it's gonna be a hot mess for the poor guy who didn't take the hint to leave you alone. Punches will fly. He'll apologize tomorrow...if he remembers.
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EZ - he's gonna play the back as long as you look like you're handling it. But the second a guy puts so much as an unwanted fingertip on you there is no talking...EZ is droppin him. Then he'll gently take your hand with that damn smile and walk away with you. God i love that about him.
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Riz - There will be a little finesse from this one. He's the type to walk over and throw his arm around the guy, all dimples and hair falling in his face. " Who do we have here?" And when the idiot gives him your name and tries to shoo him away, Riz throws out, " You know that's my woman right?" And that same arm that was around the guy's shoulders would loop higher around his neck, Chokehold City. Riz is so damn slick hardly anyone even sees it happening. He'd whisper a threat or two in his ear and then let go -laughing and patting the coughing guy like they were old friends, before he moves you elsewhere. Messed up? Yes. But pretty boy knows how to take advantage in a fight before it even starts.
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Bishop- El Presidente is too old for bullshit but also cant pass up a chance to flex on these young ones coming up. He focuses on you instead of his adversary. Putting his hand high up on the inside of your thigh without so much as a hello he keeps his back to him (cuz who gives a fuck about him right? Bish is the Prez). His dark angry eyes lock on yours and you cant look away no matter what the other guy says or asks. Bishop plays with your hair, caresses your neck, talks in your ear, places his hand just below your breast giving your ribcage little squeezes, letting the other guy watch, confused then insulted, until he just gives up and leaves on his own. Bishop is delighted, chest puffed up like the biggest cock on the walk. However after that, its your butt in his lap for the rest of the night cuz it's only funny the first time, Querida.
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Coco- Let's be honest here. Coco. Will. Choose. Violence. He's not asking questions and nobody will see it coming. He's climbing on the guy's head with his wiry self and breaking him down good with punches and elbows. Nobody but Gilly will intervene. Its very fast and every Mayan in the place will act like nothing happened when it's over...cuz its Coco's crazy ass.
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Note: you WILL be getting tossed up on some high quality, adrenaline fueled D almost immediately...cuz Coco's about that, too.
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Guero - Chiiiie! That boy is fighting. It'll be alot of "WTF is this?" "W!T!F!!!" Luckily some of his brothers will hold him back cuz they KNOW he's a hothead. Outside he'll just need some kisses from you to help him calm down but he will be eyeballing the hell out of that guy for the rest of the night.
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Bottles - Is not going to raise a stink unless the guy touches you or wont let you leave. If that happens, our SweetBottles is gone and BulliedBottles will take over. All that mess comes rushing back. He can't help it and frankly nobody blames him. The only one that can talk him down quickly is Guero, however his best bud is also known to hype him up, too. So for the sake of Mister Handsy, we hope a calmer head or two is around.
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