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killerboner · 7 months
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being in a small fandom is like being given a bone, chewing on it until you're done with it, burying it in your backyard, and then digging that same chewed up bone months later to continue chewing on it, and then the cycle just repeats.
this is especially true for small fandoms that you know won't be getting any new content, so you just have to consume the content you've already consumed thousands of times before.
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joanna13 · 3 months
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being in a small fandom is like being given a bone, chewing on it until you're done with it, burying it in your backyard, and then digging that same chewed up bone months later to continue chewing on it, and then the cycle just repeats.this is especially true for small fandoms that you know won't be getting any new content, so you just have to consume the content you've already consumed thousands of times before.
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imagineredwood · 1 month
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Group HC - The Boys reactions to getting caught stealing your panties 👙
I know. I know. It’s terrible and gross and icky I KNOW 😭😭 but I saw HCs for another shows characters around this idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head and it triggered the memory that this is actually canon for Juice and…yeah. Here we are 🧍🏻‍♀️
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He’s not sorry. Or embarrassed. He loves you, loves everything about you. He thinks you’re the best thing since sliced bread. He worships you and the ground beneath your feet. So why wouldn’t he steal your panties? They’re yours, and they rest against his most favorite part of you all day 🤷🏻‍♀️ He won’t apologize, not even when your face heats up and you cover it with both hands. On the contrary, he probably makes a show of taking one out of the secret pile and sniffing it. He’s nasty, and he knows regardless of how you feel about it, you know he does it out of love and devotion. So he’s ok with it. And he’s not gonna stop.
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He’s ashamed. He knew he shouldn’t have done it. Felt weird and invasive, but he couldn’t help it. He just loves you so much, and he gets lonely when you’re apart, and it smells like you. What else was he supposed to do? He would never cheat, would never even dream of it. But the stress of the club gets to him, especially the more complicated things get, he just needs comfort and relief, and when he saw them laying there in the hamper, he snagged it without thinking. Then he couldn’t stop, even when he knew he should. Even goes as far as offering to take apart the washer saying that maybe the machine is eating them 👀 He apologizes, cheeks tinted red, eyes downcast and hopes you don’t hold it against him. He’ll ask before he takes them next time, scouts honor.
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Like Angel, he’s not embarrassed. He just shrugs, telling you that you’re his girl and your pussy is his, so why can’t he just take them? 🙄 He buys you new pairs every now and then anyway. So he wants to smell you randomly throughout the day, whats the harm in that? He just misses you. And likes to look at the pair and reminisce about times he’s taken them off of you. Is that a crime? He even reaches into his kutte and pulls out the pair that he’s kept on him today to show that it’s no big deal, and they’re the ones from yesterday, you recognize.
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He’s bashful, arguably, but not necessarily embarrassed. It’s more about getting caught than it is the actual act. Like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. He’s not sorry for taking them, he’s just sorry that it’s kinda awkward for you to find the stash. He laughs awkwardly, shrugging it off or trying to anyway. Explains that he just rarely gets time to himself, so he is uses them when he’s alone in Templo to get his mind right. That your scent calms him and helps his focus. He didn’t think you’d mind too much, he just also never expected you to find out.
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He's not sorry in the slightest and he makes sure you know it too. He bought every pair anyway, what's the issue? He could buy you 30 pairs by lunch 🙄 He wasn't up from about it, no, but he also didn't necessarily hide it. It just wasn't entirely in the open. You're respectful and don't go through his stuff in his office so how would you have known he had an entire drawer of his desk with them all collected in there? You'll get over it, a few new lingerie sets will make sure of that.
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The OG of panty stealing and sniffing himself. It’s canon after all. He just can’t help himself. You’re his moon and stars and he just can’t get enough of you. Even when you’re perched in his lap, cockwarming him, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, it’s not enough. He needs to be in your skin. But he can’t. So stealing your panties is the next best thing. It’s a compulsion he can’t fight. God knows he’s tried. And he tells you as much. Lists all of the things he did first to try and not have to submit to that desire. But in the end it didn’t matter. He just needs to have your most intimate article with him at all times. Keeps He doesn’t want you to think he’s a freak but he also just need you to know how much he absolutely loves, adores, and worships you. He’ll even hand over the pair in his pocket if you ask him to.
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He's nonchalant about it. It's just panties. You have a bunch more. Not like you were gonna miss them or something. He just loves you and likes to have something of yours that he can keep nearby when he misses you. One in his pocket, one in the sale bag of his bike tucked away hidden. His stash is dispersed, not because he was necessarily hiding them, but because there's one each place that will serve a purpose.
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Also not embarrassed. Hits you with that famous smirk, his shoulders shrugging as you stare at him waiting for an answer. "Just miss you sometimes, Darlin'. Just somethin' to get me by." Like it's perfectly normal. He left you your favorite pairs after all. He only takes the ones you're not the biggest fan of, so you wouldn't notice as quickly. It's not a big deal, he can give them back. Sometimes he just needs to sit in the chapel with them over his face while he strokes himself before Church so he can make sure he has a level head before this important vote.
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dallianceangel · 3 months
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𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 💀
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summary: in which happy pays you a late-night visit to your dorm room.
pairing: happy lowman x fem!reader
word count: 331.
warnings: swearing.
author's note: i found this prompt on google and decided to run with it, attempting to write without taking too many breaks. here's the result, i hope you enjoy x
💨 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 💨
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After attending yet another rowdy club party, you call it a night at around 11PM.
Settling yourself underneath the covers in your dorm room, you close your eyes and immediately relax. It's not until you hear the door open and close and footsteps coming closer towards you that you open your eyes, finding your secret boyfriend standing next to the bed.
“Have you got a death wish?” you ask Happy, knowing full well what would happen if your Dad, Clay, was to find out that a fellow Son is in a relationship with his long-lost daughter.
He whispers back. “Maybe.”
You know he's not a man of many words, but you have come to understand him in ways that others don't, seeing a side to him that he's never shown to anybody else. Happy doesn't need to say a thing for you to know what he wants, you can just sense it.
“Five minutes, that's all you're getting.”
He smiles. “Thank you.”
Settling himself in his favourite place—your arms—you can't help but smile. You never thought Happy would prefer to be the little spoon, but he surprisingly does. Pressing a loving kiss to the top of his head, Happy breathes a sigh of contentment in response. If life had a pause button that could make this moment last for as long as possible, Happy would press it.
“I fucking love you, Happy Lowman.”
“I fuckin' love you, baby girl.”
Losing track of time is what the pair of you do best. Five minutes pass, and you're still spooning. Every single second that he's here is a risk, but neither of you have the courage to part ways for the night. It seems that nothing can tear you both away from each other, until something does.
“Did you just fart, Hap?”
He whispers back. “Yes.”
“It's okay, release your demons.”
You soon come to regret what you've just said, as he lets rip and ultimately leaves your room stinking to high heaven.
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kindnessisweakness2 · 9 months
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Masterlist!!
Delusional (Jax Teller X OC!)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28
*** (Jax Teller X OC!) - Havent worked out a name for this yet!!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9
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Perfect Chaos (Angel Reyes X OC!) 
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
You Were A Bet (Angel Reyes X OC)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 
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dannypinot · 9 months
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↪MAYANS MC 5.09 — 'I Must Go Now for the Fog is Rising'
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drabbles-mc · 4 months
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📸 credit: Michael Irby's Instagram
I just love and miss them sm 🥺
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darqchilddaydreamz · 8 months
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18+ ONLY BLOG *🚩MINORS GO AWAY!🚩
Manny x plus sized! reader
3+ k words
The Mayans belong to FX. My heart belongs to these fools & these stories belong to me.
Reblog! Comment like it sends me a thrill...cuz it does ;)
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Manny
The bang on your security door jolted you out of your sleep. Confused and with your heart racing it took you a minute to realize somebody was knocking. 11:56 pm. Creeping to the window you peered outside and could see a familiar motorcycle in your carport.
"Goddamnit!" You whispered as you stalked toward the front door. Two and a half weeks. It wasn't a record for you two but it was long enough for you to want more than him just showing up. Flipping on the porch light you snatch open the door to a man casually leaning his arm on your security screen as if he hadn't just woken you up out of a dead sleep.
"Boy! You scared the shit out of me!"
He knew you might be annoyed that's why he didn't bother with calling first. His smile bloomed slowly as he took in your oversized sleep shirt and your lack of a bra. Your sigh encompassed the entirety of everything you loved and hated about your relationship with the Mayan. You had no intentions of letting him in but he was standing there giving you those damn eyes, looking all slim and dangerous in his long sleeve, olive plaid shirt and cut. Olive was your favorite color on him and he knew it. Coincidence? I think not.
As if on cue he licked his lips and blinked twice with those unfair advantages he called eyelashes. The gravel in his voice was an assault. "Hello to you too, mami."
Looking away was essential to keep your hand from unlocking the door. "Nope. Go home, Manuelo."
"That's what I'm trying to do, bella."
This motherf-! The tingles that traveled up your spine were clearly siding with him and you had to think fast. Shaking your head no, you straighten your spine, "Mm-mm. You gotta go."
"I wake you up? I could make it up to you." He didn't say anything else, he just let his unbothered gaze into your eyes do the talking for him.
Folding your arms across your chest, you stood your ground, "Bye, Manuelo."
Manny chuckled, enjoying the way your arms pulled your sleep shirt tighter across your chest. He trailed his finger over the screen door as if he could touch you through it and your nipples responded as if he had. Realizing what you had done you dropped your arms, glaring at him. Locking his eyes in on yours again, he stood back with his hands in his cut pockets. "I know you don't wanna leave me out here, ma. It's cold."
He didn't even bother hiding his smile and you fought letting yours come out. You rolled your eyes so hard they should have never come back down to their normal position. "I do and I will. Good night, Manny."
He frowned slightly at your switch in names for him, "Did you know you're the only one that calls me Manuelo besides my grandma? I like that shit." He tipped his head to the side and let his lips curl up on one side. "I like the way you say it."
Oh no. The rush of heat on your neck made you grateful for the metal door between you. "Okay…Manny."
"Ouch." He put his hand over his heart, "You play too much, girl."
You didn't budge, so he leaned forward on the security door and let his voice drop to a new growling low. "Alright then, mami. I ain't gonna beg you."
Part of you was disappointed that he was giving up so easily. He turned to go, starting down the steps and then turned back to you, "Aye, at least gimmie back that hoodie you stole. It's supposed to rain an' shit. You don't want me getting' sick, do you?"
He wasn't lying, you could smell the rain in the air, too. Still, you shook your head at his last-ditch effort to get invited in. Letting him talk at all was your mistake. Manny should have been a politician, a leader of a movement - instead, he was on your porch using his verbal skills to get into your bed. Back at the metal door, he gave you a half-lidded look from under his eyelashes, his lips turned up just enough on the sides to make you want to trace them with your fingertips.
You cut your eyes at him but your voice softened, "Boy, ain't nobody trying to see you sick."
Manny smiled slowly with triumph in his eyes. He knew he had you. He put his hand on the doorknob fully expecting you to finally unlock the door.
"I'll go get it." You turned away and quickly headed for the hall, wishing you could have seen the look of disappointment on his face.
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Yanking the black plain hoodie from the hanger in your closet, you eye it not wanting to give it back. You thought about wearing it out there to remind him of when he let you wear it at the lake. You had refused it at first, embarrassed at how it might fit your frame but he wrapped it around your shoulders anyway and kissed away your concerns. Holding it up to your nose, you sighed - the scent of him was still in it. Slipping your arms inside the sleeves you bit your lip, God knows your ample curves would be spilling out of the top and the bottom of the slim fit if you tried to zip it closed so you came up with another plan.
Manny pressed up against the screen door when he saw what you were wearing. With the hoodie open flashes of your bare, full globes teased him with every hip-swaying step you took. Your jeweled navel that he was so pleased to discover beneath your dress the first night he got you into his bed, blinked and winked at him. Traveling lower, his eyes focused on the nothing you wore instead of panties. His hand on the door was unconsciously pressing, his fingers flexing. Let me in.
Pleased at his reaction, you paused, letting his eyes rake over you some more. His voice came through the screen, heavy with want. "Damn." His long eyelashes dipped then his eyes came back to your face. "So you just gonna stop right there?"
It took all the boldness you could muster just to hold his gaze. Dropping his forehead on the cold screen he, spoke low, "Mami, you know you really shouldn't be teasin' me like that."
With a rush of power, you stayed where you were. "And you really should call before you come over here. So, I guess we all making bad choices tonight."
Manny raised his eyebrows, and lifted his head, "That's how you gonna play it?"
The tremor that runs through you weakens your legs and your want to be in control but you swallow against the wave of desire that sweeps through you and lie through your teeth, "Why not? I'm not scared-a you."
"No?" Manny's chin lifted as he laid down the challenge, tapping on finger on the screen door lightly. "Then come over here and let me in."
"Is that an order?"
"Nope." The way he let his lips pop on the 'p' sparked between your legs so hard you wondered if he was some kind of warlock. "A request."
"So then I can say no."
Manny laugh was genuine, lighting up his face. He dropped his head and put his hand on his chest like you denying him was too amusing for him to handle. Stroking his chin, he leveled you with the same dark shiny, penetrating eyes that caught you up in the first place. Licking his lips, tipped his head to the side, "Can you?"
Shit.
He watched you take your first steps closer like a predator would. He wet his bottom lip and nodded his head slowly as if he was causing your movements by his pure will…maybe he was. Unlocking the door you stepped back well out of reach. Coming inside, Manny reached his hand out for you, so you took several steps more away from him.
"Oh, okay," he chuckled closing and locking your doors, "You tryin' me, right now? You runnin' from me?" He might as well have wrapped his hand around your throat because your breathing was getting more shallow with each word he slid your way wrapped in that deep, sinful voice he knew you found irresistible.
"That's cool…but if I catch you, bella-." He let his eyes turn hard and left the incomplete threat to dangle in the air for your imagination to do with it what it wanted.
You swallow before you trust your voice to come out sounding normal. "Maybe you should just take your stupid jacket and go."
"That what you want?"
You took off down the hall before he could blink, slamming your bedroom door in his face just in time but not fast enough to lock it. The potency of the lust in his eyes when he pushed the door open, stripped your playful smile away and flushed your body in heat. Manny's intensity was made more menacing in the dim light of your room, leaving you unable to look away while he walked you backward taking off his cut and tossing it on your dresser. Ripping out of his shirt and flinging it to the floor, he snatched you into a kiss with one hand and with the other he worked his belt buckle open.
He flicked his head toward the bed behind you and breathed against your lips. "Lay down."
The bed dipped as he crawled up and knelt between your legs. You had raised your knees, planting your feet on the bed to get in but now you wanted to close them. You were too exposed and vulnerable, unable to hide the slick sheen you knew he can see. Sensing your want to shield yourself, Manny moved in closer to block you. "Mm-mm. Don't move."
He locked eyes with you and held up one finger. He lowered it to your knee, drawing ever-widening circles until his whole palm rested on your knee. Lifting his hand slowly, he drug his fingertips up sending a crackling down your leg that made you shift your position against the throb he started and made him lick his lips. Enjoying himself, he takes the same fingertip and traces loopy circles down the inside of your thigh, intentionally light - the closer he got to your center, your ability to disguise your twitching became impossible.
This is not what you were expecting. You thought that he'd be inside you as soon as he got through the door, but he was going for payback tenfold for making him wait. Bastard. He showed you his finger again, raising his eyebrows when you whimpered and started to bring it down. Watching the descent, you stop breathing. God yes! This is what you wanted from the minute you opened the door and saw him standing there but you still refuse to ask for it. You can't see his devious digit anymore so you were not prepared for him to turn it so his second knuckle grazed your puffy lips. The tingle spread out like a spray and you jerked your legs up enough to slam your knees together.
Manny chuckled deep in his chest at the way you folded over one touch. "Nah, princesa," he scolded you softly. Dropping his eyes to the place he wanted to see again, he murmured, "Open up."
He wasn't going to say it again and he wasn't going to do it for you. You had to give in. You had to actually give him what he wanted or else neither of you would be satisfied. His eyes stayed trained on yours as you brought your feet down, naturally opening up to him again. He leaned over you, his hand by your head, his dick heavy against the side of your core, his hip leaning into your leg spreading you open more. Your breath came in tiny gasps. Your hips moved on their own wanting him inside of you, twisting to make him slide into the split that seemed to be created for him to destroy.
You sucked in a gasp as he grazed you with his knuckle. Tracing up and down your slick lips, then without warning drug all four fingertips over you. Up and down, spreading your wetness but bypassing your clit on every stroke. Writhing under his touch, you let out the words he had been wanting to hear long before he ever got on his bike and headed your way.
"Baby, please!"
Leaning down, he let you wrap your arms around his waist, tugging him into your rising hips in a desperate silent request. Urging him with your snaking body under him but more so your words. Your beauty got his attention. Your body made him possessive. Your softness latched onto his heart. But your voice? God, he loved your voice. He craved it but hearing it telling him what you wanted? Telling him how he made you feel? That drove him insane. It was his drug of choice and you were a never-ending supplier.
"What's my name?" he rasped into your ear, fixing his teeth on your neck, loving every whimper he drags out of you.
"Manuelo. Manuelo." You chanted it while he demanded to hear it again and again, situating himself within your folds, nudging himself in place but not pressing in.
"You ready?"
He wasn't being polite, he was putting you on notice that he was finished teasing. It was a warning of what was coming. Those two words were a devil's welcome to lose your mind and he plunged in with bad intentions. His attempt to hit your back wall on the first stroke had him grinding into you, his back and legs tensed. Shock and pleasure took your voice. His thickness obliterated every second of the two and a half weeks that it had been since he saw you last.
"Goddamit," he hissed into your shoulder. Your grip was so hot, so strong, he wanted nothing more than to pound you into oblivion…so he did. Your full breasts bounced and swayed to the steady slap-slap-slap of his hips meeting yours, tempting him. Dipping his head down he took one into his mouth, sucking to draw your nipple up and fasten his teeth on it committing the sweetest assault. Flip-flapping his tongue, essentially slapping your nipple with his second most dangerous muscle, pushing you higher. Your nails tore across his shoulder, "For fuck's sake!"
His chuckle was hot against your breast, "That's for making me stand outside like this shit ain't mine."
Dragging his tongue up to the sweetest spot on your neck to the tune of your strangled cry, he suckled your skin there, making you a tingling ball of nerves from head to toe.
"Shhhhhh! Shh-shh-shh. Listen, ma, listen." He closed his eyes leaning into the next three thrusts. "Listen at how wet you are." His eyes locked on yours, waiting for you to hear it, for the salaciousness of it to hit you. Holding your breath, you can hear the slurp of your sex gripping him and the wet slap of him slamming back into you. Jesus, this man.
He raised up on his arms, his hips slowing down to almost still. "You missed me?"
The question required an actual answer even as he massaged your walls with a skill that should be banned and your brain was no longer functioning at full capacity, "Yes."
Smothering you in a kiss, he breathed down your throat, "Tell me."
This is the only level ground you had with Manny in bed. His need for you to give yourself over, and brand yourself as his gave you dominance. Holding back that one thing he wanted shifted the balance of power between you and the feeling was pure intoxication. You watched as his eyes began to soften. They fixed pointedly on your mouth, waiting, needing it. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you rolled your hips and the plea he tried to restrain escaped his lips, rough and tight, "Reina. Tell me."
Yanking him down, you moaned your answer in his ear, stretching it out for his pleasure, "Baby, I missed you." You could feel his shoulders tense under the palms of your hands. "I missed your voice…the way you touch me."
Manny had looped his arms under you to grip your shoulders and you could hardly get your words out as he rewarded you for your admissions, digging into each thrust with a low grunt. "Tell me!"
"Ooooooo, nobody makes me feel like you, Manuelo!" You gasped out as he resumed speed.
"This shit mine?!" he rasped out.
"Yes! Oh! It's yours!" Clinging to him as his body demanded that yours submit to the pleasure that he wanted to be the only one providing, you cried out in warning of your coming orgasm between fueling his devotion to making you lose your mind. "You! Oh god! I need you!"
Manny pulled back from your hold roughly, startling you and the most dangerous expression you've ever seen ghosted across his face. He snatched up your leg, lifting it up to his chest and holding it there, tightening the drag on his dick. The stream of curses he let out was barely heard by you as you danced on the edge of orgasm just long enough to feel like he was somehow holding it hostage. You let out a sob when it hit you, your back arched and your eyes rolled back, stealing away your voice with its force. Your body stiffened as the first spasm hit, not quite releasing you, keeping you wound tight. Pushing against his chest, you suck in more air. A tiny squeak, streamed out while your body gathered, tensing even more for the next spasm.
Barely holding on himself, Manny took twisted pleasure in rendering you mute. Snatching your hands away, he pinned them to the bed. The shuddering cry that ripped from your throat turned up the speed in his lunges. "There's! My! Girl! Fuck!"
Your reply was four throat-scraping screams that he rode over the edge. In your twitchy delirium, you welcomed him dropping down onto you, his breath blasting the side of your face in stuttering, helpless moans. With his mind swept clear of the normal eloquence he possessed, he cursed out your name as his body convulsed. Eventually, muffling his last desperate groans of pleasure into your neck, vibrating your already tingling, sweaty skin.
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As the skies opened up and the rain poured down nosily on your roof, Manny rolled on his side to rub your back. His hand slid across your shoulder blades, working lower and lower, dropping warm lingering kisses on you as he cupped and stroked across your ample behind. You hummed out a surrendering sound and Manny kept going, he knew you loved it. The rain made you happy and starved for touch. It made you crave endless lazy kisses and rolling around on the couch. He had found that out in the best way shortly after you met. He smiled against the soft skin on your back, feeling you start a slow writhe under his touch as thunder boomed. He'd think of you when it rained for a very long time.
He brushed your hair back from hiding your face, waiting for you to open your eyes. He saw the heat already there in them and leaned in to run his lips over your ear, nuzzling against your rising cheek.
"You ready for some more?"
-fin-
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cloveroctobers · 2 months
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FEBRUARY FLUFF — MANNY X READER X HAPPY LOWMAN.
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A/N: Thank you to everyone that took the time out to vote for this thing! I’ve always wanted to write for happy but felt like I wouldn’t be able to do him any justice…this is just me brushing on him being in a relationship so I hope he wasn’t too OOC! Anyways hope you guys enjoy this!
WARNINGS: language, some angst—duh!, slight graphic violence right at the beginning, infidelity, age-gap, and me dipping into some smut?—Don’t get too excited 😆
*FIRST GIF BELONGS TO: @riosnecktattoo + the other doesn’t belong to me either!
PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using: 48. "home doesn't feel like home anymore. you feel like home now."
𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢
with the new year just arriving you’ve been standing on business and keeping busy. You always believed in starting off big and ending with a bang but you didn’t actually want to start off February covered in: blood splatter on your face and brain matter falling onto your tall Chanel boots.
There goes that Christmas gift…
it was late and you were just finishing up at the new construction zone, touring the completed model home and agreeing to take it on as a property to sale. You were a real estate agent, one of the very best—if you did say so yourself—in the growing area of Charming and stood on that. Sure it’s name and it’s pretty views was part of what made Charming, charming but every city has its thorns.
Which led to a knife being pressed underneath your chin by a meth head who thought it would be fun to squat here. You weren’t sure how long he’s been hiding out in the home but it didn’t take him very long to attack after business was completed. Listen, you hardly went anywhere without your guard up but your bag was left in the kitchen, phone lost somewhere on the floor after the ambush, and your heart was going haywire while you held your breath, calculating how to handle this.
Before you could tune back into the addicts demands, you ripped your body away, cut on your chin as the knife slipped downwards just before the man fell forward. Your ears only heard ringing, taking up the once quiet of the night in the hills, and you slowly turned your attention to the person who quickly got you out of this messy situation.
Lowering their gun with gloved hands, there stood Manuel, “Manny,” Moreno. Once his long lash framed eyes fully sat on you, he’s shoving it back into his waistband and calls over his shoulder at the two men beside him, who spring into action to clean up their crime scene. He’s moving towards you now but you’re using the sleeve of the mesh new shirt you liked! to wipe away the blood from your face.
“Nu—
He starts to rest his hands on your upper arms but you shove him off, “I’m fine.”
There’s concern on his handsome features as he rasps, “Are you though?”
“It’s not my first time being around a dead body and I’m sure it won’t be my last.” You snap, “just wish it wasn’t fucking with my business but here we are.”
Manny dips his head at you, briefly glancing at his men who are shoving the body into a black bag, “yeah…sorry about that.”
You scoff at this and walk off to the half bath.
Manny hesitates to follow you but says to his men, “take him to the van and make sure y’all get everything spotless in here before we roll out.”
He stalks off in search of you, finding the half bathroom that has the door left open just a crack. Manny raps his knuckle against the door and he can hear you sigh over the water before you shut it off. He takes that as you being decent and pushes the door back with the tip of his shoe. You’ve rinsed and scrubbed your face but he knows when you get home, you’ll just go over that pretty skin even more.
“What’re you even doing here?” You ask, voice steady but there’s a slight shake in your shoulders before you stretch them back and straighten up your posture.
Manny lifts his own as if it’s obvious, “same as you, business.”
“No shit, smart ass! I’m talking about in this area…didn’t you take your spaceship back to AZ where you belong?” You bite but Manny finds that second half amusing.
Manny leans against the doorway, watching your reflection in the mirror, “nah…things changed and put me into a new perspective…so we decided a move to Stockton permanently was the best option.”
That was about fifteen minutes away from Charming.
You felt your eye twitch at this new information as it was your turn to fire off, “How long have you been here?”
Manny seemed to instantly grasp what you were getting at but knew there was no sense in lying as he exhaled through his pierced nose before holding your stare, “Only a couple of weeks.”
Pressing a tongue into your cheek you huff, “a phone call would have been nice.”
Manny lightly sucked his teeth, “Would you have picked up?”
“Probably not but a voicemail or even a damn text would do…unless you also were not expecting to see me here?” You questioned, although part of you had a feeling what that answer would be.
Manny is quiet for a moment and you scoff again. Whipping around with your backside pressing into the sink, arms spread out along the counter you burn your eyes into the man you shared history with. Once upon a time you used to look at him with such light in your eyes but the universe can show you just how wicked people can be. You’ve been on your healing journey and perhaps it can’t all be resolved by your expiration date but it was worth trying…yet the most high knows just how troubling it was for you.
it was difficult when the man you used to be in love with was back to his old tricks like: showing up when you were trying your best to forget his existence. You truly didn’t think you could even if you prayed hard enough while considering so many factors.
“The sons are a conflict and I’m just glad i got here in time.” Was all he said as confirmation.
You’re rolling your eyes, “oh my knight and shining armor! You think I wouldn’t be able to handle myself?”
Manny shakes his head, “Never that, I know exactly what you’re capable of but you hesistated and a thank you would be cool in my book.”
“And you not being a piece of shit would be even better,” you point into his forehead, leaving Manny to lean away from your jabbing nail until you’re shoving your way by, wanting nothing more than to get home and away from him.
Your stomach was churning just being in the same space as him again and you were trying to keep your anger calm but it was increasingly difficult the longer you spoke with Manny.
Moving around the living room, you’re down on your knees searching for the fallen phone and find it just underneath the couch. Bringing it back to your attention, you’re reminded of what last texts you were sending to your agency, (now ready to tell them another story but ultimately knew you probably couldn’t) before being shoved over the couch and then yanked back into the hands of the deceased.
“Look…you can say whatever you want about me but I don’t appreciate your abuelo being around my kid.” Manny tells you and you feel your blood pulsating as you whip your head around.
“What?!” You hiss, head pushed forward in hopes to help you make sense of where this conversation was going.
Manny chews on his bottom lip, “I said—
“I heard what you said,” you got to your feet, “but what makes you think I wanna hear it?”
“You don’t have to want to but I’m gonna tell you anyway.” Manny clasps his hands in front of him, already on defense.
Throwing your head back in laughter you say, “let me tell you something, Manuel. You don’t get to step in whenever it’s convenient for you, which is barely, thinking shit is going to be sweet just because you’re in your feelings about an actual man stepping in taking your place. That same place you didn’t even want, mind you.”
Manny quirked up a brow, “that bag of bones ain’t doin’ shit but getting his gravesite ready. You think that’s cool having that old head raise my kid?”
“What kid?” You quiz, “oh you mean the most adorable three year old girl that you first tried to deny because of something we both did? That same kid you thought was a mistake? The one you tried to hide from your wife? yet she’s the one who had the balls to reach out and want Aya to have a relationship with her big sister, Marbella?”
Manny tightens his jaw as the men are trying their best not to send him any looks as they’re using solution to clean up the hardwood floors. He’s rubbing at his jaw in irritation that his private business was being aired out like this but he’s the one who knew this conversation was going to be had at some point.
Manny’s wife, Lígia was the one to encourage this move. To push Manny to be the man he says he is and shown that he is. She always believed in him when he knew he didn’t deserve it. His wife had unmatched strength with all the deceit he brought into their home and he was just thankful she didn’t take Bella or her love away from him. He knew how shitty it sounded considering that he actually had a friendship with you some time ago—way before he even took those vows. The old him wasn’t as trustworthy and he wanted to try to be now, at least he was according to his brothers but he had his share of dirt. Nobody’s ever perfect inside or outside the club. He’s been married for eight years, had a six year old named Marbella with Lígia and a three year old named Aya out of infidelity with you.
It was always a tough pill for Manny to swallow even until this day. He felt like maybe he took advantage of your heart, promising at the beginning that it would all just be for fun with two friends messing around but you fell fast and even harder when he found Lígia. That was supposed to be you but it never happened. it was something you commonly did, the whole handing your heart over on a silver platter in hopes that your partner would do just the same. Manny ignorantly thought it had to do with the age difference. Now here the both of you stood with you at your early thirties and him approaching forty but this wasn’t the first time he’s ever mentioned this to you.
Manny knew how deeply you cared about him but he still went forth with his marriage and he still wanted you there. As down bad for Manny as you once were, you didn’t want to burst into flames watching Manny seal his love with someone that wasn’t you. Sure you weren’t proud to talk about how foolish you were but it wasn’t a secret like Manny tried to make it out to be. He really wasn’t as smart as he thought, honestly. It wasn’t all about pointing fingers, you had to find your worth, knowing that if Manny really cared about you he wouldn’t have strung you along with false promises. Eventually you knew when to step away for good but of course a pregnancy dragged you right on back until manny showed just how much he didn’t care enough to be there as much as he could for Aya.
Yes it was hard being in two different states now and you for damn sure wouldn’t be uprooting back to Arizona. To make it easier for Manny. He was going to have to put in the effort but instead he’s been here for weeks and his focus is on who Aya is being nurtured by?
He nudges his head, “let’s talk in the kitchen.”
You don’t argue because your bag is in there and you’re itching to get out. Briefly glancing through your bag to make sure your contents were still in there, you lift your head and exhale.
“I know it’s been rough,” Manny rasps as he leans over the large counter, “and I’ve got a lot of things in this world to be apologetic for but I’m here now and I would appreciate it if you would allow me to be there for Aya.”
You hold his stare, “I’d never deprive you of having a relationship with her because of how you treated me. It’s the way you went about everything else and now want to switch up because your wife gave you the okay? is what doesn’t sit right with me.”
Manny sighs aware that this is partly true, yes Lígia gave him the push but he had to learn how to face his truth on his own, “I know I fucked up and I’m sorry—i—just didnt want to be a failure of a husband and father to them but in return I treated y’all like you two didn’t matter. Which is the farthest thing from true. I’ll always be sorry for that time lost…which is why I’m here now.”
‘For how long?’ You thought to yourself.
It wasn’t time to be selfish because Aya deserved to get to know Manny regardless of how young she is at this time. You would have done anything to have more time with your dad if you could and honestly you wanted Aya to determine her own stance with Manny in due time.
For however long that’ll be.
Taking a deep inhale you shrug, “okay…when do you want to see her?”
“As soon as possible,” Manny perks up, “I actually can head your way now—
You grab your jacket, hooking it over your arm before grabbing your bag, “Aya’s not home. She’s spending the night with my mom and Rudy.”
Manny nods as he’s muttering, “right…I guess you and Mr. ‘I’ve fallen and can’t get up,’ probably have big plans tonight.”
Now why did he have to go and say that? Did he see you worrying about his wife or attacking her?
“Excuse me?”
Manny blinks not in the slightest bit worried about your tone, “you know tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day right? You used to love it.”
That holiday came around much faster than you remembered and you showed no emotion at Manny recalling one of your favorite holidays.
“I didn’t forget.” Was all that you said but it was clear Manny didn’t believe that, laughing to himself.
Manny sniffs as he talks once more, “right so…I’ll have the day off tomorrow, so maybe I’ll slide through and grab Aya from your moms and step dad’s and we can have some bonding time—just us three I swear.”
See how he just assumed that you would bring Lígia up? Of course you didn’t think you would one hundred percent be comfortable with that although she did reach out to you but you can never underestimate anyone. The both of you shared words before over the phone prior to the talk about Aya (mostly about you reaching out too much to a married man, although you tried to brush it off with just being besties but Lígia put the boundaries up for Manny since he wouldn’t) but it was never on sight. Lígia made sure of that which in your mind, you labeled that as her being scary of having a convo face to face but she just wanted you out of Manny’s life as it would create more problems for them.
She took it up more with Manny you heard…but she still should have been worried about you fucking her man even after they said, ‘I do.’
“Good luck with that,” you snort already aware how your mother felt about him, “she wont let Aya out of her sight.”
Manny shrugs, “I’ll figure it out.”
You saw something different in his eyes this year. There was a swirl of dedication in them the longer you stared and you didn’t want to get your hopes up. However you would give your mother a heads up since Manny probably already knew where she resided with your step-father. Manny was good at playing at not caring ever since he got into the club and chose to get married but you knew he couldn’t be that heartless. Sure he sent birthday cards here and there once he came to terms with Aya being his and even responded when you thought about child support.
The thing was he just didn’t show up whenever he was near by doing club business. It was the bare minimum and he chose not to. Manny claimed that moving here had partly to do with doing right by Aya and that’s all you could ask for. It still left a nasty taste in your mouth that Lígia got him to step up but that was your own personal problem not Aya’s.
“Alright then,” you start to make your exit until he says…
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Nubia.” His voice is gentle and you expect the tenderness in his tone to make you feel something but surprisingly it doesn’t as he continues, “take care of that cut and don’t forget to pick up something nice for abuelo on your way home.”
You halted but kept your gaze straight, “don’t worry, he’ll give me more than you ever could.”
Which left Manny nodding at your words, rubbing the tension from his jaw as he watched you walk away from him but certainly not for good in his eyes.
Making a stop was not on your to do list tonight but you stopped at your best friend’s lab to shower, take care of the scratch on your chin that would heal in a few days, get tested thanks to being exposed to blood—sadly while being asked a bunch of questions from the worry wart of a best friend that you had but you simply gave her a synopsis before making your way back home after a few texts to your mom and your man.
The drive was a bit longer since you had to go in the opposite direction to get a decent shower but it was what you needed. Eventually you made it through the suburbs and pulled your car right into the open garage beside the familiar bike. Reaching for the sun visor and pressing on the remote, you’re closing the garage door behind you and take a few more seconds to yourself before climbing out.
Each step you took towards the door you hoped the tension erased. The first door was left unlocked while you carried up the stairs, tiredly before unlocking the top door yourself. You don’t even peek to the right where your bedroom is, dumping your items right into the living chair before being greeted by Ope knocking into your legs for attention.
“Hey,” you greet the pit as you scratch behind his ears with a small smile, “you have a good day today? I’m sure you did since you don’t have any bills to pay.”
He barks at you, wagging his tail before running to head up the stairs. Letting out a yawn you raise your arms above your head, cracking the space in between your shoulder blades and blow out a breath as you drag your eyes from the window and to your left.
There Happy stands in what most would find a creepy demeanor. He’s watching you, almost analyzing but you greet him first before he can suspect anything, “hey.”
“Hey,” he blinks almost as if he has to remind himself, “what’s with the change of clothes?”
You frown, peering down although you’re aware what you left the house in but was unsure how Happy knew what you were wearing since his day started earlier than yours today.
“You left the damn shoe box out in the middle of the floor,” he responses in his usual gruff voice, “almost broke my fucken neck.”
Stepping to the bald man with the dark eyes, you wrap your arms around his waist burying your head into his chest to listen to the beat beneath it. “Sorry about that hun, I was rushing this morning.��
“Yeah, I figured.” Happy rests one hand on the middle of your back, squeezing you firmly to his frame.
The both of you hold onto each other for just a little awhile. This was all that you needed, to be in the arms of the man you could trust to be upfront with you and loving despite what the streets labeled him as. It’s not that it didn’t matter but at least you felt sure about this relationship—which didn’t sit right to some but you were grown enough to know what you wanted.
“I need to show you something.” Happy says now rubbing your back in circles, almost as if sensing you had a long day.
You squeeze him with your eyes shut, “is it a sweet chili wing dinner?”
“Better,” happy comments with a smirk as you peer up at him.
Turning your eyes into slits you don’t say much as Happy removes his hand from your back to slip his arm across your shoulders. Leading the way to your bedroom, you’re hit with the satisfying scent of brown sugar and fig, a thick patchwork towel spread out along the bed, and propped up pillows right along the center of the headboard.
“What’s this?”
“Strip,” happy demands from beside you while you frown.
“For…”
Happy rolls his eyes, “stop askin’ questions woman and get naked.”
Giving him a look you turn towards him, fist pressed into your hip while Happy can’t help but to let a smile slip past his lips, faint dimples appearing right with it.
“…am I getting naked by myself or…?”
“if you’re lucky,” happy grips the side of your neck and squeezes, “but first I’m taking care of you with a full body massage.”
A smile breaks out onto your lips now, “aw, happy—
“Don’t get all fucken mushy on me,” happy jeers as you go to scratch the white scruff on his face, “now strip and get your ass over there.”
“You could say please,” you tease kicking off your trainers first followed by Happy doing the honors of yanking up your crewneck.
Laughing to yourself at Happy’s impatience, you guess he’s been waiting a good amount of time for you get home so he could do this. He nods to the bed where you plop down and he lets own a low whistle along with a motion of his finger, “on your belly baby, you know the drill.”
“Oh?” You wink, while Happy grins at you.
Twisting your body, you crawl closer to the pillows, prepared to rest on your stomach but not without catching sight of some oil and flower petals resting in a wooden bowl. Call yourself impressed as you reach into the nightstand to grab your bonnet to slip over your hair.
“I need to be prepared too, hap.” You announce while the said man snickers to himself.
Resting your cheek against the soft pillows you close your eyes, feeling the bed dip and your man hovering over you. His lips are by your ear as he says, “I’ll always take care of you.”
And you believe him.
Happy’s touch is always rough but careful when it comes to you. You keep your eyes closed, body sinking into the comfort of the blanket and the roominess of your shared bed. His fingertips slip between your bra and skin, lifting the garment upwards before messing with the clasp. Being free from that trap makes you feel better already but there’s goosebumps as Happy trails a fingertip down your spine, against the dark art in Arabic that decorates your skin just right.
His hands are on the waistband of your leggings now and he doesn’t say much, he never does, making sure his movements are precise and swift; slipping a hand underneath you, lifting your hips with one arm while he uses the other to remove your leggings for you. The house is always toasty, just warm enough for the both of you during this comfortable but breezy winter but the goosebumps always arise once your skin is bare and underneath the gaze of the man you had no problem calling yours.
You’re left in your underwear and bonnet just the way Happy likes it—occasionally in your Mumu’s (don’t knock it until you try it ladies!) too but for tonight’s purposes? This would be his first choice to keep locked in his memory. He’s reaching over you again, rough fingertips grasping the bowl to tip it right over your skin. You don’t predict it to be warm and it almost makes you flinch but it’s soon smoothened out once happy’s touch is applied.
He starts at your shoulders first, where there seems to be the most tension. Just the right amount of pressure had you squirming but he knows you can take it, knowing just when to ease off, trailing his touch down your arms and interlocking his fingers with yours that are buried beneath the pillows. Then he’s back at it, tackling the knots and backing away towards your spine and going right back to make sure he’s doing his job.
Happy’s always loved your legs, especially when they’re slamming back against his, but this time he has to make sure they’re ready for what’s to come. You’re always on your feet showcasing homes or hunched over a desk so he knows your shoulders and legs would be the most problematic but it’s not like he’s worried.
“Hold on for me, lady.” He warns you just as he jams his thumbs over your upper thighs, making you groan and lift your foot up in protest.
He smacks it back down against the bed, noting that he would get to that later. However he knows your body pretty well so he attempts to keep your mind off the soreness that releases, “…want to tell me about your day?”
Happy’s not the biggest talker but based on research and with his own experience with his mother, he knows directing the conversation elsewhere helps people get through it. Which is a huge contrast when it comes to his job of getting some answers if you get what I’m saying…
“Only if you tell me about yours,” you huff twisting your body to the right in pain but Happy has no problem sitting right on your ass.
Happy snorts, “know i can’t tell you all those details, lady.”
You laugh a bit, “not sure id want to hear the graphics anyways,” relaxing a bit as he switches to his right and your left, which seems to be less painful, “Manny’s back and wants to attempt a relationship with Aya but I don’t want to be the bitch that keeps her away when he’s the one who pushed us away at the start. Yet he has all these standards and preachings with the damn club but couldn’t acknowledge his kid because he screwed around on his wife with me multiple times. I’m scared and don’t want Aya to grow up getting her heart stomped on by a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”
Happy is listening but he doesn’t respond right away. He couldn’t care less about manny the shitty Mayan to be honest and Happy honestly never saw himself being a father—if that’s what you and Aya considered him as! he was more of a pet dad, and even fell in love with your pet snake, Bingo first before having the chance to meet the curious light hearted toddler with the wide doll-like eyes and pretty long eyelashes who had wind chimes for a laughter box. Granted Happy’s only been around for almost a year but as much as he cared about you, caring about Aya was just a bonus.
This manny punk missed out and you were better than happy. If happy had a woman that didn’t step up for their kid, she’d probably be six feet under—in pieces. However he was the killer out of the couple whereas you said your peace and expected that to be done while still hurting over situations. If situations kept being pressed? That’s when things had the potential to go left on your terms.
“We’ll make sure it won’t,” happy says running his hands down to your ankles now and you’re almost sinking into the bed at his words.
“You genuinely mean that, hap?” Your voice wavering and that makes happy do a sharp turn to glance at you.
He’s moving now, gripping your shoulder and flipping you over to meet your gaze which slowly opens, body aware that you need to have eye contact as he speaks with you. Happy’s hovering over you, palms down by the side of your head as his dark eyes pierce into yours, “have I ever shown you any different? I’m nowhere near that motherfucker and I don’t plan on leaving you…either of you…at least not on purpose.”
There’s that honesty you couldn’t hate.
Your mother and step-father didn’t know exactly what Happy was into but they knew it was anything but good. Of course they opposed the entire thing and also didn’t want him around Aya, which you took precaution of since you were unaware if this would last but it has so far. There was only one way this relationship would end and that’s something the both of you vowed. Something the both of you swore to take seriously. There was also an age-gap just like you and manny but the difference was: love was actually in the room.
“What if you just up and decide you wanna go back to Tacoma, cutting all ties with us? People change their minds all the time you know?” You hated being vulnerable like this but having your heart on your sleeve shouldn’t be a crime.
Happy shrugged, “then I’ll take you guys with me. home doesn't feel like home anymore. you feel like home now."
Your eyes flick back up and a watery smile is present as Happy brushes his lips against yours. Before he reaches up to yank the bonnet over your eyes, “even this raggedy bonnet feels like home.”
He’s grinning while you laugh a bit then lift it up and peek up at him, “not too much now—but I love you anyways.”
Happy dips his head in agreement.
Which makes you reach up to caress his head as if it were your own personal crystal ball and Happy knows just what you’re thinking, wiggling his head from your grasp. “Since you want to be grabby…why don’t you let me massage something else?”
He pats just below with a delivish smirk, “ain’t love day tomorrow?”
“Is it now?” You curl your hand behind your head, “Was this your whole plan?”
Happy shrugs, “I’d get you under me one way or another regardless.”
“Look at you being so damn sure of yourself!”
“Yeah I am. No toddler in the house, a nice massage, me tending to our pussy, and a second meal afterwards? Sounds good to me.” Happy ticks off with his fingers.
You snort, “well when you put it that way? Oh how romantic!”
“I did good though?” Happy questions, a flick of doubt appearing over his face before it’s gone.
You reassure running your thumb over his cheek, “Yeah you did, you’re great with your hands.”
“And I still want to use ‘em.”
“Only if you get my Valentine’s Day gift for you?”
Happy frowns, “That bouncy heart headband?”
“How did you?” You started but shake your head knowing not to question it, “that wasn’t for you that was for Aya.”
“Then where is mine?”
“See, that’s what happens when you go snooping.” You laugh.
Happy slaps your thigh, “well?”
“It’s nothing big but it’s under Aya’s bed because I knew you wouldn’t look there.”
Happy sharply exhaled through his nose and backs away with you. “Don’t move,” he warns stomping out of the room and up the few steps to Aya’s room.
Snuggling back into the bed, you await for Happy’s return with the glitter red box. It’s already open as he tosses tissue paper onto the floor, and holds up one rubber item.
“Pound town ticket,” happy is smirking at you and tosses it right on your body watching as it lands on your torso, “don’t mind if I do and I get two? We’ll use the second one tomorrow.”
You laugh as you pick up the item and give it a kiss before placing it on the night stand. Sitting up on your elbows and you smile as Happy keeps digging through the box to find the personalized boxers.
“Oh shit, look at these!” Happy holds them up, showing the black underwear with hearts printed all over front and back with the middle having your face and a drawn body hugging around where his junk would be.
Asking the man, “You like the cheesy little gift?”
“Hell yeah, it’s stupid but I’m gonna wear these—
“Now?” You pry.
Happy sucks his teeth, “no not now! I’m trying to get out these jeans and into my home.”
Laying back, you lift your feet and spread your legs, peering at Happy, “come on in then.”
The darkening of Happy’s eyes means you don’t have to tell him twice as he chucks the box to the side, licking his lips as his eyes remain locked on you. You enjoy the view as well as Happy hooks his hands through the belt hoops of his jeans, his v-cut being prominent that you have to bite down on your bottom lip, watching him get out of them just as fast as he’s charging over to the bed.
Squealing you welcome him into your arms after he yanks on your ankles, toppling right on top of your body. You always love when he puts if not all but most of his weight on you, burying you into the sheets while he nips at your shoulder and places an open mouthed kiss against your neck. He loves the way you smell naturally or even fresh from a shower. Always like the fresh start of spring, like a harsh rain, cucumbers, and floral—like your favorite flowers that you’re allergic to, lilies.
You always smell soft despite the resting bitch face you have. And he always cares for you just right. That same feeling is evident when he spends time on your breasts, caressing the roundness of your face while sucking and biting. He even runs his tongue over the fresh scratch on your chin and that almost makes you pry your eyes open but your focus is always directed elsewhere once Happy has his hands on you. You’re at his mercy before he’s even inside you but Happy times everything right.
Knows when to tease and get you ready for him. Majority of the time its difficult to have these times together with a young child in the house, Ope trying to cock block, or both of your jobs getting in the way but when you do, it’s best to savor these moments.
With your legs in the air like the letter V to match his hips, body shuddering with Happy holding you right against him at the edge of the bed, he isn’t quick to move like normally. He wants you to feel every inch and he wants to feel just how you were made for him.
Only him.
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plot: Best friends shouldn't have steamy dreams of each other. they shouldn't be the subject of each other's daydreams. they shouldn't be jealous when you flirt with other ... or should they? Angel's your best friend, but lately you've been pulling away in order to understand your growing feeling for your oldest friend. Feeling the distance angel stops by making all your feelings a little more real.
pairing: angel reyes x Reader
warnings: sweet 🥰 & steamy 🌶️
word count: 2.1K
authors note: hi, so I promised a draft purge months ago this is a little mayans imagine i've had for awhile for Angel, are we team Angel or EZ? Or both? Also, follow @afewfantasies for more like this.
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You guess the saying is true, men and women can’t be friends without one of them catching feelings. Unfortunately, this time it’s you who’s been bitten by the bug. You and Angel have been friends for so long it feels like he’s always been a part of your life. So much so that your family knows and welcomes him. You weren't always as close as you are now but in the past six months you’ve found yourself thinking about him more than usual. Stealing looks while he laughs, getting a little jealous when he flirts with the girls around the club and missing him more than you should when he goes on runs. Instead of leaning into it you've been trying to pull away and get a grip on ballooning emotions. In true Angel fashion he’s shown up anyways to complete a project you asked him to do since last month. You hand him a glass of fresh lemonade and he takes it wiping the sweat from his brow.
“I'm starting to think this friendship is unequal,” he huffs, taking another sip. You smile looking at the fruits of his manual labour. He’s built you two bookcases in the past hour. Aside from your need for a place to house your hobby, there's a benefit to having Angel performing the task in his wife-pleaser, slightly sweaty, muscles bulging as he lifts the heady wood, searching through piles of brackets, bolts and screws assembling them. His arms, his hands, his attention. Swallowing you look away from him trying to get a grip…
“You do the physical labour and I do the intellectual” you smile tapping the wood.
“Hmm, that’s how this works?” he asks looking up as he slides another shelf into place.
“Yup” you smile “Looks good”
“Where do You want them?” He asks standing. He’s substantially taller than you.
“Over there” you point. He moves them into place without struggle, looking down you find they're on wheels.
“You change your mind too much. I’m not gonna put my back out” he huffs in his angel way and you flip him off playfully.
“While my indecision marinates, my mom wants to know if you want to stay for dinner?” you ask.
“I thought we were going out to eat later?” he asks, raising a brow.
“You know how they are about home cooked meals versus spending money and eating out” you roll your eyes and he smiles.
“Why don’t we eat here then and hangout after?” He offers.
“Ok” you smile and repeats it mockingly in your exact tone. He’s missed you. You hadn't been around lately and it was grating on his nerves. He’d stay up late sometimes staring at the ceiling wondering if there was someone else you were spending your time with. He’d even woken up in cold sweats from nightmares of seeing you out with someone else.
You end up at Angels where you spend almost as much time as you do at your own home. It’s in desperate need of decoration and a feminine touch. He wouldn’t even have cookware and dishware if it weren't for you.
“Come on, the sick shit is about to start” he calls like a big kid from the couch. You smile relishing in the moments where he’s unguarded and animated. Where the smile overtakes the intimidating appearance of a large man with a muscular build and tattoos a part of a motorcycle club.
“Almost done” you shout, loading the last of the dishes into the dishwasher.
“Y/N!” He shouts impatiently and you wash your hands quickly heading to see the action beginning. You sit beside him and he kisses the top of your head wrapping an arm around you. It’s a level of intimacy you don’t share with anyone else. You hold him back and he puts your legs over his. Your mom has said a thousand times that you’re too close to not be together. She thinks it’s a recipe for disaster and right about now you believe her. You don't know when you fell asleep but you wake up to Angel carrying you.
“It’s alright, I got you” he whispers, carrying you into his bed. You doze off again and feel him put a shirt over your tank before peeling off your leggings. You stir again when he comes back smelling like he just had a smoke. He heads to the bathroom. He gets into the bed gingerly considerate of your sleep. Sleepily you scoot over to his warm body and his arms find themselves around yours. You fall asleep in no time.
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It’s been awhile since you've  been woken up to morning wood. Angel's dream must be a good one. You smile sliding away from the active appendage and head into the bathroom. Evidence of your proximity is all over. You have a section in his bathroom. When you lift the face wash you smile because it’s lighter than usual. He’s been using it too. You find the dishwasher emptied  and start on breakfast. Angel comes in half an hour later looking like a daydream, with bedroom hair and sleepy eyes.
“Smells good” He mutters.
“I tried” you admit putting a plate in front of him. 
“What are you up to today?” He asks.
“Putting my books away”
“Those things are filthy” He jokes, eating the bacon with his hands like a caveman.
“Whatever” you roll your eyes and he smiles all the way to his eyes very amused.
“Aww she’s blushing” he teases.
“Shut up” you laugh sitting with your own plate.
“What’s up, you’ve been a little distant. Work or mama stressing you out?” He asks attentively. There’s no hiding from him.
“Maybe both”
“You don’t need the job. I told you you can manage the bar” he offers in a bid to keep you close.
“I didn’t go to school to manage the bar.”
“So what, you're gonna be like this for longer?” He asks.
“Explain how I’m being?” you ask suspiciously.
“Not in the moment.” He says “In your head and not letting me in” he says.
“We’ll I'm working through some things”
“What?” he panics internally.
“Personal things” you shrug casually looking into your plate.
“Come on!” He laughs. “We’re practically one person” he snaps, tossing his fork into the plate and sitting back.
“I’m getting my period, who knows it may just pass” you lie.
He deadpans, “You don’t think I know you get your period at the beginning or end of the month. You just lied” he says and you laugh shocked at his attentiveness.
“Angel!” you laugh shocked but he’s not amused.
“You’re seeing someone aren’t you? One of those sissy pretty boys you know I won’t approve of” he says making you smile.
“No, I’m not” you affirm and he relaxes a touch.
“Not a pretty boy?” He raises a brow.
“I'm not seeing anyone” you tell him honestly but it doesn't settle him.
“Y/N, you can tell me so I can look into him. You’ve only been here once this week” he says and you sit on his lap. It's what made Angel different from the rest of the guys you'd been friendly with. He wasn’t trying to control you, he'd be right by your side when the shit got sticky. He’d let you live and he’d clean up all the mess without judgement.
“I’m not seeing anyone, there’s no one you need to kill. I’ve just been trying to get my shit together” you explain and he holds you close.
“You can get your shit together here. There’s enough space for the both of us.”
“What happens when you decide to go steady with one of the barfly’s?” you ask leaning into him, resting your head in the crook of his neck.
“Not gonna happen” He laughs holding you close.
“Remind me to take you back to the gym. Gotta get you better at boxing in case one of these creeps you don't want to tell me about gets out of hand.” he says. He runs his thumb over your knuckles. You feel compelled to tell him the full truth. You get up and pour yourself some water.
“You’re doing it again, wait did one of the guys say or do something?” He stands.
“No, the guys are well, they're great in their own special way…” you shrug, turning your back to him.
“Y/N, you’re killing me here” Angel snaps.
“Angel, don’t feel weird about this okay?”
“No promises” he huffs, leaning forward attentively.
“I’ve been having, I don’t know…” you trail, having never been here before.
“Y/N spit it out” Angel says worriedly.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about what us together would be like” You admit. He stills for a while before he finally blinks and his posture relaxes. When he finally takes a breath he places a hand on his heart. His eyes close and he shakes his head in amusement.
“Don’t ever fucking scare me like that again” he warns with a smile. It throws you for a loop. 
“I’m here thinking you’re hurt or sick or in danger” Angel snaps.
“I’m not sure I’m not” you joke and he smiles coming over.
“Way better than those books” he says standing in front of you closing the space between the both of you and running his hands down your shoulders to hold both of your hands.
“Huh?” you ask looking up at him.
“Us together, it would be way better than those books” he smiles. Your cheeks burn before you smile back. “It’s about time hermosa” he smiles leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips. It’s the first and hopefully the first of many.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask.
“It means I’ve been waiting for you to come around for awhile now” he says candidly.
“Since when?” you laugh shocked.
“Since the pool party” he says and that was nearly a year ago.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask.
“Showing you was better” he says and you think of all the ways our connection has evolved this year. You stand against the counter and he closes the space between you again. He kisses you harder this time. You make out like teenagers and it sends my heart racing. You’re breathless when it ends and you rest your head on his chest. He rubs circles onto your back.
“I just knew you were a good kisser,” he mumbles.
“I need to sort my room out, we can pick this back up later” you tell him wanting more but needing some time to process your excitement and all the new info.
“Why? You don’t need those books anymore” he says, appealing to every one of your senses.
“They aren’t all about sex Angel, just the few you happened to pick up” you reason and he shakes his head knowing it's another half truth.
“You into that shit? The guy getting a little rough and being dominant?” He asks playfully, grabbing you by the neck. He’s never been rough before and your smile answers the question. 
His eyes close in appreciation and excitement. “Shit” he smiles, coming in for another kiss. This one is soft in spite of your acceptance or his rougher side. It’s perfect though.
“You can tell me what you’re into when I’m done” you smile pushing him away determined not to walk into your home freshly fucked after a night out. After all the waiting you and Angel need more than a few hours, all day and all night.
“I’m a simple man,” he says in surrender. “Pretty sure I’ll like anything you do to me” he says, making you laugh.
“Walk me out” you tell him like you would any other time. He gets the door of your car for you as usual but when he hugs you he takes a handful of ass.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he says, validating your feelings.
“Make it a habit” you whisper, kissing his cheek. Angel steps back, closing the door with a full heart and a stiffy.
“Plan to” he smiles knowing there's absolutely no way he's gonna be able to keep his hands off of you. Not even after he's touched every inch of your skin and given you every inch of him. Not after you become a Reyes or after you have a little one making your stomach swell. Not after your home is filled with children and he has to sneak into the bathroom for some alone time in the shower. Not when his hair is more salt than pepper, not when his hands are too weathered to ride his bike anymore. 
Not ever.
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Problem Child: Angel Reyes x Reader
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Sequel to Valeria
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Ten minutes…
Ten minutes is what you allow yourself to grieve, to cry, to feel all of the emotions that are coursing through your system in the aftermath of the revelation that Angel has a daughter.
It’s agony, this feeling in your chest. You’ve felt it before after your Nana died and you feel it again as you sit in your car outside of Angel’s house. Your chest’s tight, and you think about that baby, left all alone on the porch, the same way you were all those years ago.
Anything could have happened. Someone else could have taken her, the two of you may have decided to go out instead, Angel may have come over to yours. Lord knows how long she could have been out there. These are the thoughts that ramble through your head as you sit there with both hands on the steering wheel staring straight ahead.
There is no doubt that the baby is Angel’s. You’ve seen pictures of him as a child and Valeria is the spitting image of him. You wonder where this leaves the two of you, if Skylar genuinely couldn’t cope or if she did this to teach him a lesson.
She’s your problem now… The letter had read.
Barely a couple of weeks old and already labelled a problem.
You think your mother must have said something similar to your Nana when she’d dropped you off.
You wipe the tears away from your cheeks with the back of your hand, before tilting the rearview mirror to face you. You stare back at your reflection and take a deep breath.
You know what you have to do, someone needs to take control because you know right now that Angel isn’t in a condition to do it. You can’t imagine what this must feel like for him, you know he’s not going to cope, not on his own. He needs some stability, someone who can remain firm, who can guide him when he falters.
You pick up your phone and thumb through the contacts until you find the name that you’re searching for.
“Felipe. It’s me.” You say when he picks up the phone. “Angel needs you.”
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You’re not coming back. Angel knows that and it devastates him. It feels like his whole life is crashing down around his head, like he can’t catch a second to breath. He cradles the baby to his chest, his lips brushing over her soft skin. He has to push all of that aside, he has to think about Valeria because she has to be his priority right now.
His gaze comes to rest on his father. Felipe is seated at the kitchen table, the letter from Skylar clasped in his hands as he studies it.
“Lila’s not coming back.” Angel says quietly.
“Give her time.” Felipe says as he sets the letter down. “It’s a lot to take in.”
Angel shakes his head because he knows this is too much. He can’t ask you to take on a baby. The two of you have never talked about kids. He didn’t know if you wanted them or not. He figured there would be plenty of time to figure that out later.
He’s surprised when he hears the key in the lock. You mutter a curse as your hip bumps against the door handle, crossing over the threshold with a bassinet tucked under your arm and several bags filled with God knows what.
“Give Valeria here.” Felipe says, raising to his feet and reaching out for the baby. “Go help her.”
He’s already in motion, his heart thudding against his rib cage as he catches one of the bags just as it slips from your grasp. He takes note of the diapers and formula, before he takes the bassinet from you.
“I managed to get this stuff from Carmen, she keeps a bunch of it aside for new parents who are struggling to make ends meet.” You explain as you haul the other bags with you into the kitchen. “Bishop was there, he had a lot of questions, but I told him you’d call him tomorrow. He seemed to be ok with that.”
Angel doesn’t even know where to begin. The words catch in his throat and there’s an ache in his chest as he looks at you because even now, you’re still taking care of him, not just him but Valeria too.
“I think we have everything we need for tonight.” You say as you set the bags down on the table. “I can get the rest of the stuff on my list when the stores open up in the morning.”
“I thought…”
“I needed a minute.” You tell him quietly. “You know what happened to me, Valeria being dropped off like that…” You don’t have to say anything else. Angel gets it and so does Felipe. “I want to be there for her and for you. I want to be part of this little family.”
“Are you sure?” he asks you quietly, his thumb tracing over the blush of your cheek.
You nod your head before your arms wrap around his waist and you draw him close. It feels good to have you back in his arms, he finds the gesture reassuring. You’ve always been a port in a storm for him and the fact you’re here right now soothes him more than he would ever admit to anybody else.
“Yea.” You tell Angel, your fingertips toying with the buttons on his shirt. “I want this, I want this with you.”
“Ok Mi Reina.” Angel murmurs as a smile ghosts across his lips. “Let’s do it. Let’s be a family.”
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Get Some Sleep
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Summary: Your neighbor Angel is very protective. Very.
Pairing: Angel Reyes x reader
Warnings: Dark/yandere Angel, mentions of a mean ex, breaking and entering technically, blood
A/N:I...I don't know where this came from. It just happened as I conjured up ideas about being chased in the woods 👀
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You blink once.
Twice.
A third time.
Then a fourth.
Your eyes seeing the scene in front of you clearly, yet your brain entirely unable to process what being fed into it. There’s a man sitting across the room in your chair but it’s dark, and you can’t see who it is. It’s just a shadow, shoulders broad, one leg brought up bent to rest crossed against the other knee. You can hear your heart’s every beat in your ears, pounding in your fear. You sit still, unsure what else to do, hoping that it’s just a pile of clothes that looks super scarily like a figure.
But you emptied all of the clothes out of that chair today when you were cleaning.
“Hello?”
Your voice sounds foreign, raspy and stupid.
If this were a horror movie, you’d be laughing at the girl on screen. But you don’t know what else to do. And just when you’re sure that you’re simply hallucinating, a voice answers you back.
“Hi, baby.”
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and despite your brain recognizing the voice, you can’t put a face to it. The term of endearment has a shiver running through you and you reach over to turn on the lamp in a panic. You spin your head back, a whimper dying in your throat as you can see him fully now.
“Angel.”
He smiles tightly, then it’s gone again, eyes dark as they keep staring at you.
Your panic settles, thankful that it isn’t a knife wielding stranger in your home, watching you while you sleep. Eyes settling down to his hand, you catch the glint of metal.
No, it’s just a knife wielding neighbor that’s watching you while you sleep. The question leaves your lips before you can stop it.
“What are you doing?”
You tried to keep your voice even but it’s shaky on the last word. You can see small splatters of red something dried on his knuckles, a few on his cheek. He shrugs, eyes still on you.
“Your ex showed up. Tried to get in.”
You swallow, the mere mention of the cruel man making your heart quicken again. Angel doesn’t allow you time to fret.
“He’s gone. I took care of it.”
He lets his crossed leg slide back down until both booted feet are flat on the floor, his body straightening out a bit.
“He won’t come here again. He won’t ever hurt you again. I promise. You don’t have to worry about him.”
It’s a whirlwind of emotions as you try to convince yourself that maybe he doesn’t mean what you think he means. Feeling relief, yet worry at the same time.
“What did you do, Angel?”
His eyes are soft as they look at you, if not a little unhinged.
“Don’t worry, mi amor. Nothing for you to worry about.”
You swallow and the noise is audible in the silence of the room. He sucks his teeth and then stands, putting the knife back in it’s sheath, stalking towards you. He won’t hurt you. You’re almost certain. But his walk is still reminiscent of whatever happened while you were asleep, and you swallow again as he comes up to the side of the bed, towering over you. His clean hand is gentle as it presses against your chest right below your throat and pushes you to lie back down.
Your head is swimming, foggy from the rush of adrenaline and remnants of sleep, still wondering how your beautifully rugged neighbor has managed to get into your home and what transpired in your home when he caught your ex trying to slither his way inside. You stare up at him from your pillow as his hands come to tug at the cord of your lamp, switching it back off and leaving you in the dark, only the moonlight illuminating his face.
“Get some sleep. You’ll be safe.”
When you wake up again, it’s nearly 8AM and the night’s events come flooding back in, your body sitting up straight, eyes immediately going over to the chair in the corner. You breathe out a huff when you find it empty, and you wonder if maybe it had only been a dream. A weird, hyper-realistic dream. There’s no sign of the biker neighbor who always seems to be there whenever you need help and you’re convinced that maybe, your brain has made the entire thing up. You stand, making your way to the bathroom, washing your face, and brushing your teeth. You go about your morning routine like normal, eyes searching for evidence every now and then, but you don’t find anything to suggest that you were anything over than alone last night. You chuckle, almost embarrassed, thinking of how ridiculous the entire thing is. It isn’t until you’re at the sink getting breakfast ready that you notice a bulky silver ring sitting in the dish, left to dry and looking extremely clean.
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Your Biker in Worn Leather
Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader
Category: Angst/Comfort
Word count: 353
Summary: You call EZ to pick you up and his temper goes through the roof at the state you’re in.
Warnings: Mentions of cuts, scratches, and bruises
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“Can you please come and get me?” Those words played on loop in EZ’s head, he couldn’t get the sound of your scared voice out of his head. You didn’t tell him what happened or if you were hurt, only where to pick you up from.
Ezekiel was quick to jump on his bike and speed to your location. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, mind racing a mile a second thinking about all the possible scenarios you could be in. By the time EZ finally found you on the side of the street, it was pouring rain and you had no rain coat or umbrella to shield you. As EZ took off his helmet and goggles, he noticed you were shaking and that’s when you immediately raced towards him, throwing your arms around his neck and clinging to him for dear life, not giving him the chance to get off his bike. EZ’s arms instinctively enveloped you in a tight embrace, his hand gently rubbing your back. Neither one of you cared that you were getting drenched and could possibly end up with a cold tomorrow. You needed him, his safety, his protection, and you needed him as close as possible. EZ allowed the hug to last a few more moments. “Let’s get you dry, okay?” He spoke softly, placing a kiss to the top of your head.
You nodded against his shoulder before pulling yourself out of his arms. As you did so, EZ caught sight of the state you were in, a busted lip, bruises decorating your arms, and a red cheek. EZ’s blood boiled more and more as he saw each bruise, scratch, and cut littering your body. “Who did this to you?” He blurted out, causing you to jump at his stern tone and clenched jaw. The movement didn’t go unnoticed. “I’m sorry, mi amor. I didn’t mean to scare you. Do you know who did this to you?” He apologized before asking again, this time in a calmer tone.
You knew exactly who did this, and you knew EZ would revel in setting the score.
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HennyJ’s Baes: “You can’t handle this.”
Angel:
Angel was a pussy eating god. He had never met a pussy he couldn't eat for hours without drowning. Until he met you. Your hands were pulling at his hair as he raised panting. His beard was covered in your wetness, making it shine in certain spots. He looked from your smirk back to your pussy as he panted. His beard was covered in your wetness. “Fuck.” he whispered loud enough for you to hear. You giggled at his reaction to the ocean you had between your legs. “Told you, you couldn't handle it.” You laughed. Angel brought his finger downs to rub at your clit, making you wetter. Angel groaned as he got back down on his stomach to be face to face with your pussy letting you get your laughs in before he licked up your slit again and closed his mouth around your clit. He sucked harshly making you cry and grab onto his hair. He was trying to prove a point to you as he slid two of his fingers into you. He was trying to prove that he could handle it. You came with a loud moan as the gush of wetness flowed into his mouth. Angel brought his head up panting, with his beard soaked. He looked at your shaking form and smiled. “Since I can't handle this pussy, maybe I need to practice more.” With that, he dove back in still destined to prove you even more wrong.
Rio:
“What happened to all that mouth ma?” Rio asked. His voice was deep and slow as he thrust his fingers deep inside you. He was laid next to you with your legs spread over his. You couldn't speak as he hit that special spot inside you making your legs shake. You were so close and he could tell by the way you clenched around his long fingers. “Talk to me mama, lemme know who can handle this pussy?” He whispered in your ear. He was making you regret your words before you ended like this. Telling him that he couldn't handle your pussy was like challenging his manhood and he was working hard to prove his point. Your pussy fluttered around his fingers as you came around him, throwing your head back and arching your back upwards. “You can handle it, baby.” You moaned out quietly as your orgasm felt never-ending because he kept the steady pace going inside you. “I can handle it?” he clarified, slamming his finger directly into your spot. His voice was still the same as he looked down at the cream coating his fingers. “Yessss.” You drew out, legs shaking as he was bringing you to the edge again. You came again, legs shaking in overstimulation as you closed your legs. “Rio I can't.” You told him looking at his face. He smirked at you. “Nah I need to make sure I can handle this, open your legs darling”
Miguel:
Miguel knew from the moment he met you, you were gonna be trouble. He just didn’t know your pussy would cause him so much distress. “Cmere, my love I just want to talk to her.” Miguel begged, pulling you closer to the bed and of course you let him. He didn’t waste any time as he pulled your panties off, watching the wetness from your pussy leave a trail. “Oh you missed papi didn’t you?” He spoke directly to your pussy before attacking her with his mouth. Your back arched as you slightly giggled from the shock of his mouth. He sucked and licked like his life depended on it. He pulled away, smirking already. “She tried to keep you away, but she knows she can’t resist me either.” He spoke to her again. “Miguel, it's only been 12 hours.” You whined at the contact of his tongue swiveling your clit. He pulled away looking at you. “Longest 12 hours of my life.”
Erik:
“Fuck!” Erik hissed, pulling out of you again. He watched his nut mix in with your wetness and leak out of you. You smiled to yourself. You made him nut under 5 minutes. “Erik it’s ok baby.” You consoled him. “You just can’t handle all this.” You smirked in a condescending voice, already knowing how this was gonna end. Eriks eyes snapped to yours. You had him fucked up. He wasn’t finna go out as a minute man. “Shut the fuck up.” He spoke, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Erik was already hard as he guided himself back into your pussy. You were already making it hard for him. Pussy was so fucking wet and it gripped him like some tongs. Erik didn’t waste any time and thrusted into you hard, making you lose your breath. “Think I can’t handle all this thick shit. Girl Imma show you.” He whispered as he put one leg up in the beg, and grabbed the back of your hair, wrapping it around his hand. One leg up, one hand on the frontal and boom! A few more thrust, hard and good thrust, had you nutting all over his dick. You tried to pull away but Erik pulled you back. “Nah, bring that ass back.”
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