#coco cruz x y/n

[cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic]

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Characters:  Coco Cruz

Pairing: Coco Cruz  x Reader

Fandom: Coco Cruz, Mayans MC

Warnings: I’m not the best when it comes to following writing rules. I pretty much write how I want to, so if you’re a stickler for grammar and what not just ignore it or don’t read loll (I’m nice I promise.) Slapping, Biting, Hair pulling, Unprotected sex (Not Proofread)

Word Count: 1911

A/N: You guys this is my first time writing for Coco. I love him so much. I wrote this and I’m still in shock at how filthy this is. I’m giving you guys quite the treat. Enjoy!

As I layed on my bed posing my body in provocative ways. I had one thing on my mind. My ex Coco Cruz. We had broken up a few months ago due to him never having time for me. All he ever did was ride around for that club all day, never telling me what he was doing and hiding things from me. I got fed up and ended things with him and as much as it hurt it was the best decision to make but now after all these months I craved him. I tried dating other men, they never gave me the same feeling he did. They didn’t satisfy me the way I needed to be satisfied, not the way he did. The way my ring light illuminated the room with dim lighting I knew all the curves of my body were going to drive him crazy. Once I felt I had enough photos I chose my top three and clicked his contact on my phone. As I waited for him to answer I began to think he was really done with me. Just as I was about to hang up I heard his voice on the other end.

“Hello?” He said in a confused tone.

Hearing his voice again made all my old memories of him come rushing back and I realized I missed him more than I thought.

“Hi Coco it’s (Y/N).”

He was silent for a moment clearing his throat before he spoke again.

“You need something?”

“No. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“About?” He asked in a cold tone that I wasn't used to hearing from him.

“I know we haven’t spoken to each other since we broke up -”

“You mean when you broke up with me?”

I let out a long sigh knowing he was right.

“Yes. Since I broke up with you but…um..” I suddenly lost some of  the nerve I had built up to this point.

“Look (Y/N) do you actually have something to say to me or did you call me just to waste my time? Cuz I got things I could be doing right now.”

I took a deep breath and sent him the photos quickly before I could change my mind. I knew they would express what I couldn’t. I wore a lacy black teddy that left very little to the imagination with sheer black thigh highs and matching pumps that made my legs look incredible. I wore my hair down the way he liked it and I knew the third picture would be his favorite the way he had a clear view of my ass.

“Check your text messages.”

I could hear him take the phone away from his ear to see what I had sent him.

“I know we're not together anymore and I don’t expect anything from you but I’m so turned on right now thinking about the things we used to do. The way you used to make me feel and I need you right now.”

“You need me?”

“Yes I need you, I want you and I know you want me too. Tell me you don’t want to be inside me again?” I asked already knowing the answer.

“Are you home right now?”

“Yes.” I answered breathlessly. My hands already wandering over my body.

“I’m on my way.”

I heard the engine of his bike pulling into my driveway not long after that. I almost forgot he knew where my spare key was as he came in and made his way up the stairs. I had planned to meet him at the door but I got carried away making myself feel good as I waited for him. When he opened the door to my bedroom he paused for a second seeing me on the bed with my legs spread, eyes closed, my teddy pulled to the side and my fingers deep inside my pussy. I opened my eyes watching him walk over to the bed slowly. I almost came when he touched my ankle, sliding his hand gently up my leg to my thigh gripping it firmly.

“Damn you really do need me don’t you baby?”

All I could do was nod. He held my wrist pulling my fingers out of me and putting them in his mouth. Before I could think my body surged up from the bed my hands tangled in his hair as I pulled him into a passionate kiss. I felt like I was on fire. No one made me feel as good as he did and I knew he was going to give me everything I needed. He pushed me back down onto the bed grabbing my ankles and dragging me to the edge before kneeling in between my legs and pushing my knees to my chest. I gasped feeling his tongue lick along my slit. My eyes rolled back and I arched off the bed. He latched onto my sensitive clit sucking gently then licked me from top to bottom. I was a mess as he continued that same rhythm never stopping even when my thighs started closing. He put his hands under my knees holding me in place. I moaned his name, feeling my orgasm approaching. The vibrations I felt on my clit as he growled took me over the edge and I started to cum hard all over his face. He didn’t stop until I was quivering uncontrollably.

I yelped when he bit my inner thigh before standing up, undoing his pants pushing them and his boxers down until his dick sprang free. My eyes widened at the sight of him. He was hard and I had forgotten how big he was. He held his length stroking it a few times. I bit my lip seeing the precum leak from the tip.

“Look at you. Is this what you need, baby?” He asked, looking down at me.

“Yes please.” I begged

He rubbed his tip against my clit drawing a mewl out of me. I rolled my hips urging him to put it where we both wanted it. He lined himself up with my entrance and slid inside me slowly, letting me feel every inch of him. Once he was all the way in he stayed that way for a moment as if he were committing the feeling to his memory. When he was ready he began pumping in and out at a teasingly slow pace until I whined in frustration. He smirked mischievously.

“What’s the matter baby? This not enough for you? You want more?”

“I do.”

“Say it.”

“I want more.”

“You can do better than that. Beg for it.”

I moaned. He knew I loved when he made me beg.

“Please give me more Daddy. I need it.”

With that he hammered into me making me gasp as he placed my ankles on his shoulders. He held onto my legs while he fucked me and I didn’t know what to do with myself. He felt so good inside me,hitting all my spots over and over again.

“You like that querida? Tell me how it feels.” He said in between strokes.

I reached up and caressed his stomach. I needed to touch him. His hair started sticking to him as sweat started forming on his body. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“It feels soo good baby. Don’t stop, please!”

He groaned, feeling me clench around him. Everything he did was sexy to me. I felt the coil in my stomach getting tighter with every stroke.

“I know you wanna cum baby. I can feel it. Go ahead and cum on this dick you needed so badly.”

I came instantly. He knew exactly what to say to make my body obey him. I moaned his name as I came, making him growl. I layed there trying to compose myself when he picked me up and placed me in the center of the bed. I looked at him with a confused expression on my face.

“Oh you thought I was done with you? No baby. Roll over and put that ass in the air for me.”

I did as I was told.

“You know I had to have you like this when I saw that picture you sent. Look at this sexy ass.”

He growled and gave my ass a slap. I moaned, arching my back for him.

“Yes, please spank me Daddy.”

“I know you like that baby. You're gonna be a good girl for me and take this dick again right?”

“Yes Daddy.”

He gave my ass a few more slaps before he pushed back inside me all at once causing me to cry out in pleasure and pain. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, accompanied by our moans and groans. The grip he had on my hips was so tight I knew it would leave a mark but I didn’t care. I wanted him to mark me to make me his again. I bit the sheets needing something to quiet my screams of pleasure. It was almost too much for me.

“Fuck baby you’re trying to make me cum the way you’re moaning for me? Let me hear it.”

He put a hand on my back pushing further into the mattress as he pounded into me.

“This the best dick you ever had, baby?” He asked taking the sheet out of my mouth.

“Yes!”

“You ever gonna leave me again?”

“No!”

His hand left my back to grab a fistfull of my hair pulling my head back towards him. His other hand slapped my ass.

“Say it.” He growled.

I was barely able to form coherent words at this point. It was all too good. He was even deeper inside me in this position. It took all I had to give him an answer.

“No, I'll never leave you again Coco!” I moaned

“You wanna come again don’t you baby?”  He asked looking down at me

A nod was all I could muster and he knew it.

“You feel so good baby. You’re so fucking tight and wet for me. I’m gonna cum inside you. Cum with me baby.”

My eyes rolled back as my orgasm slammed into me. My pussy clenched around his dick, milking him until he came. I felt him throb and pulse inside me as his cum filled me up. He growled as he came. He never stopped pumping into me until we were both spent collapsing onto the bed. He pulled me in close, spooning me for a long while before he spoke again.

“I know you said you had no expectations but that was amazing and I can’t… no I don’t wanna think about you with another man. So if it's okay with you we can try this thing again. I promise I’ll do better this time.”

I smiled, feeling my heart warm. I was thinking the same thing. It's like he read my mind.

“I did say I would never leave you again didn’t I?

 He chuckled and gave my shoulder a kiss.

“You better not.” 

[super-marvel-dc]

Y/N: I love you.

Coco: Are you talking to me or your pizza?

Y/N: *Stops talking to the pizza* If I say you will it make you feel better?

Coco: Yes.

Y/N: Ok, I love you, Coco.

Coco: Yeah, I feel better now.

Y/N: Good. Now give me another slice of the love of my life.

Coco: ...

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Two Can Play

Summary: Coco edges his girl in the clubhouse, only when she starts to play the same game as him and edge him too, he struggles to resist temptation.

Warnings: Edging for both parties, implied oral (male receiving), thigh riding, choking, sex, public and semi public sexual acts.

Word count: Approx 870

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A/N: Hi my loves!! Here is day three! Admittedly I did get a little bit carried away with this one, but it was so much fun to write, so I hope you enjoy! 💖

“Fu-ck.” Coco’s voice wobbled, disappointment in his voice as you withdrew, your eyes meeting his as he stared down at you with a look of desperation, watching as you teasingly licked your lips. It had all started when Coco teased you under the table in the clubhouse during his card game, but refused to allow you to chase your relief. So you did the same thing to him, worked him up at the desk in the scrapyard office until he was right on the edge before denying him his release just as he had done to you.

“Two can fuckin’ play this game, princesa.” Coco groaned, pulling you up to your feet so he could capture you in a kiss, gently tugging you onto his lap. “That’s it querida, get yourself off on my leg.” He whispered against your lips, his hands guiding you along his thigh, the rough creases and texture of his jeans felt amazing against your pussy and you grind yourself desperately against him in hopes of getting your orgasm this time.

“Look at me, querida.” Coco whispered, his free hand coming up to gently grip the sides of your neck, squeezing a little as your eyes met his. Coco swore he could cum just by watching you get your release, just by the way you looked at him like he had hung the moon and stars just for you.

But as your breathing quickened and you began to whine softly, quickening your movements, Coco pushed you off his lap and stood you up against the desk, your hands clinging to his shirt as you tried desperately to grind yourself against him while you both were standing.

“Look at’chu, don’t get bratty ‘cause I ain’t giving you that release.” He chuckled, amused by how needy you were getting and how much he loved that you thought you could get away with it by riling him up like he had done with you.

“Coco, please.” You whined softly, pouting at him as you trailed your touch over his jeans, your fingers tracing over the outline of his bulge. The Mayan eyed you, a mischievous smirk slowly forming on his lips as he allowed you to slide your fingers into his jeans.

He couldn’t resist you and he knew it, Coco was weak for you and you both knew he was putty in your hands as soon as you whined his name like that, as soon as you begged for him. The look in your eyes softened him and the way you spoke his name in that little begging tone drove him crazy. “Alright, corazon, okay, I got you.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss you as he pulled you into his embrace, carefully lifting you and walking you over to the nearby bathroom before helping you up onto the counter.

“How do you always make me give in?” He muttered, lifting your legs and sliding your underwear off before he pushed his jeans and boxers down. Of course, you both knew the answer to his question, Coco was wrapped around your finger and he knew it. Everyone did.

“Fuck, oh fuck, you’re tight, baby.” He groaned, your gasps filling the bathroom, though neither of you could have cared less if anyone could hear you as he slowly inched himself into you until he was fully seated.

“Please move, Coco.” You spoke in a breathy whisper, the Mayan immediately pulling out and thrusting heavily back into you, pulling a drawn out moan from you that echoed against the tile. “Fuck that’s good, so fucking good.” He muttered, throwing his head back as he thrust into you, your walls fluttering around him as you squeezed, Coco’s hands clinging to you as he fucked you closer to your orgasm, his fingers finding your throat and tightening as he helped you both climb closer to your release.

“Fuck, Coco I’m gonna cum, please let me.” You moaned, convinced for a moment that he might stop, that he might pull out and not let either of you finish, but Coco kept going, thrusting relentlessly into your core, his cock hitting the spot that made you roll your eyes back with pleasure and the sight only brought more encouragement to Coco.

“Cum for me, princesa.” He whispered, watching as you reached your peak and suddenly, your orgasm hit and you clenched him tightly as he thrust into you, Coco groaning loudly as he reached his own release as you pulsed around him. Coco slowed, allowing you both to ride out your highs, the biker leaning over you and capturing you in a passionate, loving kiss before he carefully pulled out.

“No cleanin’ up until we get home.” Coco smirked. “That’s your punishment.” He winked at you, not even giving you a second to react before he brought your panties back up your legs and slid them onto you. “That pretty pussy better still be full of my cum later so I can take my time cleanin’ you up later.” Coco smirked at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he turned away to pull his jeans up.

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Saturday May 14, 2022

Apologies for the radio silence last Saturday. It was a big week for me. I quit my job of 13 years. I was poached by a competitor and offered an amazing new opportunity, so I was busy not reading. however, I made up for my lack of reading last week for ALL the reading this week.

If you read any of the stories on this lists, please make sure to show love to the authors by liking and reblogging their content!

A reminder to everyone that my blog houses 21+ content. This post isn’t any different. I’m not adding in the specific tags or warnings for each rec here but know that they can house adult content as well.

✨ If you are under 21, please DNI.✨

1.  In The Dark by @frannyzooey​​

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect) x Fem!Reader

I adored the tension and pining in this fic. It was lovely. I can still feel my heart beating out of my chest at these two sneaking a few minutes together in the crowded bookshop. Phew, babes. I’m still sweating from the preciously perfect anxiety! I also love the way you’ve captured Ezra’s easy going personality, the way he’s absloutely comfortable no matter what, even when he’s feeling high strung. Ugh, beautiful, perfection!

2.  Partners In Crime by @mandosmistress​​

Pairing: Pedro Across the Street x Fem!Reader

HOLY SHIT WOW OH MY GAWD! Everyone needs to read this. E V E R Y O N E. You don’t even need to care about the fandom or Pedro Pascal. JUST FUCKING READ THIS. The dynamic, the story, the plot, the S E X! Oh gawd, everything about this is amazing. I blew through this the second I found and I’m going back again this weekend. It’s too good. I would pay the good monies for this. Go read it. Seriously, READ IT.

3.  Everything and More by @dincrypt​​

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

THIS SERIES HAS BROKEN ME. ITS CHANGED ME. ITS MADE ME YEARN IN WAYS I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED. I’ve always been pro sugar daddy, but jheeeeezzeeeeeeeeee babes. Din is a Daddy with a capital D. I’m literally hanging on by the thinest thread for the next update. I might die of a coronary just waiting. The slow burn, the work up, the everything. You’ve weaved absolute magic with this story. A DADDY ON THIS LEVEL! It’s what we all need and deserve! I can’t wait to find out the twists you definitely have coming our way. Learning about Din at the same pace as our reader is anxiety inducing BUT SO MUCH FUN AT THE SAME TIME!

4.  Another Way by @theewokingdead​

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

I haven’t finished this series yet, but it is absolutely lovely. I love the give and take between our reader and Din. Watching their relationship grow, form and develop has been wonderful. I love this take on the whole situation Din has been dealt and the way that they’re so into each other but hesitant at the same time. I can’t wait to finish this series and see where you take them. I love these two with my whole heart, I really do!!!

5.  This Oneshot by @menofchaos​

Pairing: Coco Cruz x Fem!Reader

MAYANS F A M I L Y!!!!!! Ahhhhh, it’s been so long since I’ve read anything Mayans related and I’m so glad that this was the oneshot that I got to dip my toes back into the water with. I have 0 idea of what’s happening in the show currently, but to me, this captured everything I needed to know. The stress, the search, the violence, THE LOVE! Coco is my soft, sad boy and I love that in this he’s worried about the reader. He just wants her to be safe, regardless of anything going on between them. I adored this. 

[super-marvel-dc]

Y/N: I could really use some advice.

Coco: I'm not great at the advice.

Coco: Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?

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Don’t Walk Away

Coco Cruz x Reader

Summary: After admitting your feelings to Coco, he makes a terrible mistake and breaks your heart, but he knows he can’t live without you.

Warnings: Heartbreak with a happy ending (I promise!), Coco being a big silly, lots of sadness, fluff.

Word count: Approx 1050

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A/N: Hi loves! This is a little fic entirely based on the last two gifs of this gif set by @thesewickedhands​​! Enjoy 💖 @fvckthisbxtchup​​ @ly--canthrope​​ enjoy baby! 

“It’s really special out here with you, Coco.” You had told him, your eyes full of warmth. And god, every time you looked at Coco, all you had in your eyes was pure love. You loved him with everything you had and yet you’d kept it to yourself for the years that you had been best friends, afraid to lose what you had with him. And what always warmed your heart and gave you butterflies for hours afterwards when you would think about that moment, was the way he always looked at you, his eyes softening, his harsh intensity becoming gentle around you, a man that did a very brutal job became so soft and gentle with you and he treated you as if you were precious. Because to him, you were.

“Can I tell you something?” You asked, glancing over at Coco as you both sat on a bench in the park, enjoying the view and quiet atmosphere together. “Always, preciosa.” He nodded, casting a gentle smile at you as he turned to give you his full attention. “I’m in love with you.”

And his heart broke. Because as much as he loved you back and wanted to give you everything he had, Coco led a complicated life and his job with the Mayans was not something he wanted you close to. So he took that freedom of choice away from you. And he left.

But as he walked away towards his bike, leaving you completely heart broken and stunned in the middle of the park, he looked at you watching as you cried. He’d made a terrible mistake.

His heart broke every time you lingered in his thoughts, the last time he saw you, tears rolled down your cheeks and it was his fault. He hurt you, but he thought by doing so it would protect you. But Coco wasn’t sure he could live with that image of your heartbreak in his mind, he knew he couldn’t live with what he had said. Coco knew he couldn’t live without you.

And as he reached his bike, he paused, a heavy weight in his chest, throat sore as tears came to his eyes, the reality of what he had done hitting him as he stood there, wondering how you must feel. Wondering how he’d had the heart to do that to you.

He didn’t even give himself a moment to mull it over, he made his choice and Coco ran. He sprinted through the park, tears in his eyes, streaming down his cheeks as he struggled to keep his breaths under control and he ran in a frenzied panic, afraid that you might disappear, that the last memory he’d have of you was of your heart break.

Reaching the bench you had been sat at together, he found it empty and Coco’s panic increased, but as he looked around the park, he caught sight of you down the pathway and he sprinted for you.

“Preciosa, wait.” Coco’s voice, heavy, full of desperation and fear caught you off guard and you stilled, slowly turning around to face him, though you were too ashamed to look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry, I fucked up I- fuck, I was just trying to protect you and-.” He rushed it all out, a little bit jumbled as he attempted to collect himself and get out what he was trying to say, but you stayed and you waited, eyes trained on the ground as you cried, trying your best to keep your sobs quiet.

“I just wanted to protect you from my life, but I was wrong. I shouldn’t have said that shit.” Coco said, watching as you sighed, shoulders shaking a little as you cried. “But you said it, Coco.” It came out as a whimper and his heart dropped. “I wish I’d never said anything.” You shook your head, starting to turn away.

Coco stilled. If he didn’t do anything right now, he might never be able to fix things between you. And yet he stayed silent, watching as you turned away, time almost feeling as if it slowed as you did and as the seconds passed, Coco felt his chest clench, his heart hurt and without thinking, he reached out for you.

“I love you, I love you with all my heart, with everything I’ve got.” Coco breathed out, his fingers catching your wrist, gripping you with a gentle firmness and you stopped in your tracks, looking over your shoulder at him. “I love you so much that I’ve dreamed of asking you out, I dreamed of a life with you because I don’t see myself with anyone else.” His eyes softened and while you were still upset at him, as you slowly turned back towards him, you could feel the sincerity in his voice, you could feel how deep and how real his love for you was.

“There’s no one else for me, preciosa.” Coco whispered to you, pulling you back towards him, his heart racing as he felt your touch on his chest and he leaned in, holding you so gently and carefully, giving you time to pull away if you needed, though his heart fluttered when he felt you lean into him, your lips meeting his in a tender, sweet kiss that slowly deepened as he tugged you closer to him, holding you as if he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.

“Don’t let go.” Your words brushed against his lips, his thumb gently resting on your cheek and his heart ached when he felt fresh tears pooling around his fingers. He kissed you gently, parting only for a second. “I won’t, I promise, preciosa.” Coco whispered, his lips capturing yours in a sweet kiss, deepening as you leaned into him, your arms around him, hugging him against you tightly and you parted a little, breathless as your tears slowed, foreheads touching gently as you leaned into one another.

“I love you, mi corazón.” Coco spoke softly to you, his tone gentle and sweet and he felt his heart flutter as you said those sweet words back to him. Coco had your heart and you had his.

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Coco and Bre, you say? I am HERE! So what were Coco's first impressions of me? How'd we start hooking up?

Bitch. Cocos first impression of you. This beautiful melanin skinned goddess? Walking into the scrap yard, needing some random shit for your friend. She had sent you because she figured you could flirt your way into a deal.

So coco sees you looking around confused, like where’s the office? How do scrap yard?

And he walks over, his hat on backward, his shirt tied around his waist cause he’s been hammering away at some scrap to bend it back into shape. His white tank top sticking to his skin from how hot it is out and god he swaggers over, his hand going to his pockets

“Hola Chica? What you looking for? Don’t seem like the type to be building cars or bikes in your spare time?”

You turned to the deepish East LA Chicano accent,

And oh my god, you freeze, this man. Is fucking fine. He’s tatted, he’s got arms that could crush you in the best fucking way.

And on his end, when you turned toward him, he almost went slack jawed at how banging you were. Nice body, beautiful eyes, nice red painted lips.

You had an old flannel on over a black tight tank top and some almost booty shorts but ya know long enough so you didn’t show your whole vagina when you bent over. Simple skater type shoes, *you know the ones* comfort was all you wanted today. He couldn’t think with his brain, his dick was taking all the blood flow.

“Uh my friend needs some parts for her bike, she’s on her way but knowing her she got lost. Umm” the connection is instant, his eyes move up and down your body, yours do the same, and it’s just pure sexual tension.

Your friend shows up being guided by a tall ass man with BDE for days. And even they feel this zap of electricity from you two.

So how you guys hook up the first time?

A MC party is a wild all night thing. Poor EZ is running around getting beers and things for the members of the club.

And Coco has his hands on your hips and he teaches you how the real Hispanics of San Padre dance.

Your hand is in his hair, his beard is tickling your neck as he bends down his breath on your neck.

“Damn mamas you’ getting good at the hip thing....bout to make me bust in my jeans like a fucking teenager again”

You simply turned and with one hand reached down and palmed his dick through his jeans

“Well maybe you should take me somewhere and bust in me rather then your jeans” you maybe had been drinking and doing shots to gain the confidence to dance on coco at all.

And well he drags your ass to the office, slams the door, shoves you against the desk and his mouth on yours as you rip his Kutte and button down off his shoulders. He grabs your ass and it’s signed and sealed.

He fucks you hard against the desk, whispering the dirtiest shit into your neck in Spanish. Your hand yanking his hair.

From that moment in you guys are just a thing. No one asks questions and everyone just assumed it would happen.

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Second Chances - Part 2

Coco Cruz X Reader

Coco had tried to step back into the father roll once before but was turned away, feelings are revealed when he gets invited to a Little League baseball game.

Um I haven’t posted since… July?? I escaped my writers block long enough to bring this short part to your screens.

@naenae479 once asked for a second part of this so here it is!

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x x x

“But mom-“ Johnny whined as he watched his friends and teammates gather on the baseball field.

“Nope, no buts, you know the rule - eat your apple slices and put on sunscreen then you can join your friends." The six year old begrudgingly munched on the sliced fruit as the cold lotion was slathered onto his cheeks and down his nose, his nostrils wrinkling with the smell. Your hands lifted from his face as he finished the last piece of his snack, he was quick to snatch his glove off the bench and ran down to the field before you could protest. You sat on the bench with a sigh, tucking everything into Johnny's game bag to fill the silence. Your father used to accompany you to every one of Johnny's games until recently when his new line of employment meant less time available away from work which was part of the reason you had called Coco the week before with an invite to Johnny's game. The breakfast reunion with Coco had been on your mind for the past few months, your brain getting hung up over the possibilities for your son that you had been so quick to dismiss. Growing up without a father in your own life had been hard, only meeting yours when you had reached adulthood - Johnny didn't deserve to go through life with the same pain and disappointment you had.

“Hey,"

You were so in your own little world as you watched the coach herd together the teams that the sudden appearance of Coco standing at the bottom of the bleachers had caused you to jump. You patted the empty spot to your left, inviting the biker to sit with you for the game.

"Thanks for coming, Coco, Johnny is going to lose his mind when he realizes you’re here.”

“Thanks for letting me come."

“I'm sorry that it took so long for me to call you-“

"I understand.” Coco’s sharp eyes were easy to find his son among the other kids on the field, he was so much bigger now than he had been when he last saw him but it was still like looking into a mirror at a younger version of himself. "I didn't just leave Johnny behind when I left,” his eyes were full of regret as they locked with yours for the shortest moment, you had to quickly focus your gaze back on the field as your throat grew thick with emotion, “Shit, Y/N, I'm fucking sorry."

“You know at first I thought you were dead, you'd kissed me goodbye in the morning with the promise to make it home in time for Johnny's birthday party but then you weren't and it just kept getting later and later…” You brought your knees up to your chest and rested your head on them in an attempt to make yourself look smaller, you couldn't believe you were having this discussion right now but both of you knew it was the only way to more forward and move on. “I called my dad to see if he knew anything about what might have went down in Santo Padre but he told me the last time he spoke to Bishop everything was fine so I waited but you never came home and you ignored all of my calls. Then one day I was at the grocery store and there you were across the street- very much alive and that's when I finally accepted that you weren't just on a run out of town and had no cell reception, you had left us.”

It wasn't very often that Coco was speechless, he usually had his own words of wisdom to offer those in need but the pain that weighed down your words was making his chest hurt. He rested his arm across your shoulder as he moved closer to you, the light brush of his fingers on your arm as he pulled your body to lean into his own caused you to let out a calm, composing breath. No more words were exchanged as the players got into their rightful positions on the field.

"Mom, did you see me hit that ball? It went so far! I won us the game!” Johnny was bouncing with energy as he greeted you at the gate where you always waited for him at the end of a game.

“Johnny, you know that you aren't supposed to be keeping score,” you gently ran your fingers through his hair as you sent him a pointed look, “there are no winners.”

“Come on, mom, just this once! I wish Abuelo was here, he’d let me call it a win.”

Coco smirked as he listened to his son plead with his mother, he had no doubt that Marcus would whisper words of encouragement behind your back after every win.

“Your Abuelo told me that each win is celebrated with pizza,” Coco tentatively stepped forward from where he was lurking in the background, his nerves and fears of the boy shunning him plaguing his mind as the game drew to a close, “you still like pepperoni?”

“Dad!” You were surprised that Johnny immediately recognized his father when the last time he had seen him he had been so young, but the smile that stretched his cheeks and the light in his eyes as Coco knelt down to accept his enthusiastic embrace warmed your heart.

“Even with his new occupation El Padrino will always be a Mayan, huh?”

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Attitude Adjustment

Pairing: Coco Cruz x Plus Size Black!Reader

Summary: Y/n continues to give Coco attitude even though he’s given her multiple warnings

Warning: spanking as punishment (not the fun kind), a few swears

Word Count: 1,000 ish 

A/N: @nxxstybrat​ requested this a few weeks ago and like... i’ve had it written, i just didn’t feel like it was ready to be posted until now lol Hope you like it!

Prompt/Request: Coco getting our asses together (doesn’t necessarily mean smut) more like we’ve had an attitude all day and he’s finally had enough lol with the care to match. 🥺

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Your first mistake was not giving Coco a kiss when you first woke up.

You rolled out of bed and stomped into the bathroom. The slam of the door caused Coco to jolt out of his sleep. He reached out to pull you close and frowned when his hand met the warm sheets.

He heard you slamming things around in the bathroom and he rubbed his face before he got out of bed. 

Coco made his way to the bathroom as well and frowned when he found the door locked.

You grumbled on the other side of the door when he knocked, but you refused to open it for him. 

Coco rolled his eyes and knocked again and you finally opened the door for him.

He asked what was wrong

headed to the kitchen to fix something to eat.

When you finally emerged from the bathroom, Coco had just finished cooking and Letty had already started eating.

Coco moved closer to you to place a kiss on your forehead before handing you a plate.

You sat down to eat without saying ‘thank you’ and Coco quirked an eyebrow but said nothing.

Letty filled you both in on her plans for the day, but you remained quiet.

Coco asked 

When breakfast was over, Coco pulled you back into the bedroom.

“Lose the attitude, y/n,”he stated, but you only rolled your eyes and kissed your teeth.

“Or what, Coco?” you asked and you put your hand on your hip. “You ain’t gon do shit.” you said before you stormed out of the room and back into the bathroom.

Coco watched your retreating form with a confused look on his face before he snatched his keys up and made his way to the scrapyard.

When lunchtime rolled around, Coco realized that he’d forgotten to grab something to eat, so he pulled out his phone and called you.

“What?” you answered when you saw his name.

“Didn’t I tell you to lose the attitude?” the attitude in his voice matched yours and you rolled your eyes.

“What do you want, Coco?” you said in a sickly sweet voice.

He ignored your sarcastic attitude and asked you to bring him something to eat.

You grumbled about always having to stop what you're doing for him and that he should have remembered to bring his lunch.

Coco listened quietly while you ranted. He inhaled his cigarette and exhaled loudly into the phone.

You continued ranting, not picking up on his cues. You ended the call by saying that you’d bring him his ‘fucking lunch’ before you hung up the phone.

When you drove up to the scrapyard Coco was smoking a cigarette waiting for you.

You hopped out of the car and marched over to him. When you reached him, you shoved his food towards him and frowned when he didn’t take it.

“Get back in the car,” he said.

You frowned, “What?”

“Get back in the fucking car,” his voice was low and it sent shivers down your spine.

You took a step back before turning and making your way to the passengers seat. After you had buckled yourself in you began to bounce your knee as you waited for Coco.

You thought about your attitude and how you’d been snippy towards him. You wished that you could take it back, but it was too late.

After a while, Coco made his way into your car. You opened your mouth to apologize, but one look from him had you snapping your lips together.

The ride back home was silent and you knew he was cooking something up to help you fix your attitude.

Once inside the house, you headed straight to the bedroom without any direction from Coco. You knew you were in for it, but you brought this on yourself. You wondered if you could joke your way out of it like you’d previously been able to do.

Coco walked in with his work shirt half buttoned. He walked up to you and caressed your cheek before placing his forehead on yours. He was calm, and that shot a thrill through you. You knew what was coming and you knew you deserved it.

“You need an attitude adjustment, hermosa,” he mumbled before he kissed your cheek.

“Or not,” you said with a smile. Coco could never resist your smiles. It had gotten you out of many situations before, but from the look on his face it wasn’t going to work this time. 

You pouted, “Coco, I’m sorry-”

He cut you off with a sharp look before he took a seat on the edge of the bed and waited for you to approach him.

You stood in front of Coco and watched as he unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down before pulling you across his lap. 

“I warned you, yn,” he said as he caressed your bottom. “Told you to drop the attitude, but you chose to push my buttons; said I wasn’t gonna do shit.”

You sniffled at what was to come, but you’d brought this on yourself.

You winced when Coco’s palm connected with your bare bottom. Each strike brought fresh tears to your eyes, but Coco’s words hurt more.

He reminded you about how you didn’t kiss him good morning, how you didn’t say ‘thank you’ when he made you breakfast, and how you ranted about bringing him food for lunch.

When he called out your behavior you realized just how much your attitude had affected him.

You cried and cried even after he stopped and pulled you into his arms. Once your cries had calmed, you threaded your fingers in his hair.

“I’m sorry, Coco,” you apologized. “I didn’t realize how awful I was being towards you.”

“Thank you, mi amor,” Coco mumbled against your temple. 

He rubbed your back for a few more minutes before he walked you to the bathroom to run you a warm bath

When Coco climbed in behind you, you quickly snuggled in close to him as he held you

As you rested against him,you thought about ways you could make it up to him 

You smiled as his hands roamed your body while a plan began to form

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Passing Through

Bishop Losa x F!Reader

Request by @masterlistforimagines​: Okay so reader is passing through Santo Padre for some reason. Her car breaks down, and Bish is her mechanic. I’m thinking like super cute and flirty Bish

Warnings: language, alcohol, Bish being a flirt with a capital F

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: I feel like I always let myself get carried away with requests from you. Like they almost always take on a life of their own once I start writing them. Thank you for loving me and continuing to send them to me regardless lmao. We get a few of our other MC boys in this fic too. Hope y’all enjoy! xo

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You’d been driving for practically 2 days straight. It was your own doing—you wanted to go all up and down the coast while you had the opportunity. You didn’t know the next time you would get a few weeks off. However, the first leg of your journey you took your sweet time and didn’t really plan things out, which left you in the tiniest bit of a time-crunch as things were coming to a close. It was impressive that your car had made it this far to begin with. It wasn’t exactly new, but it had always gotten the job done. You knew that this was a big ask, though, and the universe was finally coming to collect.

You sat on the hood, soaking up the sun while you waited for the tow truck to get there. Music was playing from the speaker of your phone as you recounted all of the adventures that you had had so far. If it hadn’t been such a good trip already, this mishap would’ve been far more upsetting. You were in too good of a headspace to be upset, though. Whatever the deal was with your car, you’d figure it out one way or another.

When you saw the tow truck approaching, you shut the music off and hopped down off the hood of your car. You stretched out, trying to gear yourself up for whatever the next leg of your journey was going to be. The truck parked in front of your car and one man hopped out of each side of the vehicle. You bit back a laugh at how different the two of them seemed.

“Are you Y/N?” one man approached you with a clipboard.

You took note of his hands but expressly tried not to stare. Besides, the smile he greeted you with was contagious it was difficult to focus on much else as you nodded, “Sure hope so. Otherwise someone else out there is having just as bad of luck as me.”

He nodded as he handed you the clipboard, “Just need you to fill out this form here for me, Miss.”

You smiled as you took the clipboard and pen from him, “I think I can handle that,” you continued to speak to him as you filled out the paperwork, “What’s your name?”

“Chucky.”

Your eyes flicked up from the paper as you smiled at him, “Nice to meet you, Chucky,” you nodded towards the man who was in the middle of hooking your car up to the tow truck, “Who’s your friend over there?”

“The one and only Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz.”

You laughed, “One and only, huh?” you handed the clipboard back to him, “Seems like you might know a lot of people who are one-of-a-kind.”

The drive back to the mechanic shop was much more comfortable than you thought it was going to be. Chucky never seemed to run out of things to talk about, which was refreshing. Coco was quiet for most of the ride, chiming in here and there but staying silent for the most part as Chucky drove. The two of them made you wonder what the rest of the people were like at the shop they were taking you to.

When you rolled into the lot, Chucky hopped out and motioned for you to do the same while Coco set about getting your car off the tow truck and into the shop. Part of you wanted to watch it all happen, but Chucky needed you to fill out the rest of the paperwork and answer a few more questions. When he asked you about a rental, you asked if you could see what the damage was on your car before answering that.

You walked over to where your car was being worked on. From the angle you were standing at, you couldn’t see exactly who it was that was working on your car. It was just a pair of legs sticking out from underneath your vehicle. You found a stool to sit on while you waited for whoever it was to resurface so you could ask what exactly was going on and if you were going to need to find a new car to get back home in.

After a few minutes, they rolled back out. He sat up, eyes immediately locking onto yours. You smiled, eyebrows raising slightly as you took in the sight of him. He wiped his hands off on the rag tucked in the pocket of his jeans.

“She yours?” he nodded towards the car.

You sighed, “Depends on what you’re about to tell me.”

He chuckled as he shook his head, “Nothing that we can’t fix.”

“Is it gonna cost me an arm and a leg?”

“It shouldn’t, no,” he stood up, leaning back against your car, “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

The simple pet name shouldn’t have made your face feel hot, but it did, “It’s Y/N. But you can keep calling me sweetheart if you like,” you paused, “You?”

He laughed at your response before holding out his hand, “Bishop.”

“Nice to meet you, Bishop,” it was hard to take your eyes off of his lips and beard. You shook your head to dispel the thoughts, “So, what exactly is wrong with my car? And can you fix it in the cheapest way possible? I just gotta make it back home.”

He smiled at you, “Back home?”

You nodded, “Yea. Had a couple weeks off between jobs and decided to take advantage of it. Probably should’ve used that time to go car shopping though, huh?”

He chuckled, “Maybe.”

You listened as he outlined what was wrong with your car and how he planned to fix it. You were focusing on what he was saying for the most part, but it was easy to get distracted as you watched the way the muscles in his shoulders and arms flexed as he moved and shifted. You were practically salivating by the time that he finished talking.

“You got all that, sweetheart?” he asked with a laugh, knowing that you had definitely tuned out at a few different points as he spoke.

“I got the important parts,” you said, not trying to deny that you let your mind wander.

“How long are you in town for?” he asked, a curious glint in his eyes.

“At least until you fix my car,” you laughed.

“Maybe I should take my time then.”

You smiled, crossing your arms over your chest, “I don’t know how professional that would be of you, Bishop.”

“First you want me to call you sweetheart, and now you want me to be professional?” he laughed, eyes crinkling at the edges, “You’ve gotta pick one or the other.”

You smiled, nodding, “Fair enough,” you paused, “How about this?” you saw the curiosity written all over his face as you continued, “I’ll budget an extra night or two in Santo Padre into my plans, that way you don’t gotta drag out fixing my car. Besides,” you smiled, “I can’t afford to pay for three days’ worth of labor.”

He smiled and nodded, “Alright. That sounds fair. In that case I could have you up and running by tonight.”

“Just in time for you to take me out for a drink?”

He smiled, “Yea. But I wouldn’t make you take your car for that.”

“Oh? You wouldn’t?”

He shook his head as he gestured towards the row of motorcycles, “I’ll take you out on the town in style.”

You laughed, “Can’t wait,” you stood up off the stool, “I guess I’ll let you get to work then. I know I can be a bit distracting.”

“You’re a welcome distraction,” he nodded towards the building behind you, “If you wanna get outta the heat you can go wait in the clubhouse. My guys will take care of you.”

“Wow,” you tucked your hands into your pockets, “feel like I’m getting the royal treatment.”

He smiled, “Because you are,” he walked over to his toolbox and started taking a few things out, “I’ll come and get you when I’m done.”

You made your way over to the clubhouse. You glanced back over your shoulder and saw Bishop standing there, watching you walk away. You couldn’t help but to flash him a smile as you continued to make your way away from him.

When you pushed open the door to the clubhouse, suddenly everything began to make a lot more sense. You saw multiple men walking around with kuttes on, which explained why you got the feeling the place was a bit like the island of misfit toys. It took all kinds. However, despite the fact that it was home base for the local MC, it didn’t feel like an intimidating place to be. You felt perfectly comfortable as you approached the bar and took a seat.

“What can I get you?” the young man behind the bar offered you a sweet smile as he asked the question.

You clocked the prospect patch on his kutte as you looked him over, “Just water, please. Just trying to get outta the heat.”

“What brings you here? Don’t think I’ve seen you before,” he noted as he handed you a bottle of water.

You sighed slightly, “Car broke down,” you took a sip of your water, “One of your guys is working on it now, though. Bishop?”

The man behind the bar looked surprised, and the man who was sitting a couple stools down from you couldn’t refrain from making a comment. He turned towards you, “Damn, Bish is working on your car?” he chuckled, shaking his head, “Been a minute since I seen Pres get his hands dirty out there. You know him?”

You shook your head, “Don’t know any of you guys, actually.”

He moved to the stool next to yours, holding out his hand, “I’m Angel,” he nodded towards the man behind the bar, “That knucklehead is EZ.”

You laughed as you shook his hand, giving a courteous nod to EZ, “Nice to meet you both. I’m Y/N.”

The three of you sat and chatted while you waited for Bishop to finish up your car. You laughed as you listened to the two of them banter back and forth. For as much as you wished that your car hadn’t broken down, there were a lot worse people to be spending your afternoon with, so you really couldn’t complain.

“So I met Chucky and Coco,” you said as you sipped on your water.

“The dynamic duo,” EZ said with a laugh as he cleaned the glasses behind the bar.

“Is that right?” you asked with a smile.

“Nah, we all love Chucky,” Angel said, “But him and Coco are on the same wavelength sometimes. Shit’s weird.”

You were listening to the two of them dive into another story when a different voice cut through the conversation, “These guys bothering you?”

You laughed as you turned around to face Bishop, “Not at all. They’ve been perfect gentlemen.”

He raised one eyebrow as he looked back and forth between EZ and Angel, “I find that hard to believe.”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “What’s the verdict on my car, presidente?”

Angel and EZ biting back their laughter was audible. Bishop shot them a look but the serious expression only lasted for a moment as a smile broke out across his face, “So I see the three of you have been talking.”

“We have,” you leaned back against the smile, “I’ve also been informed that I have to be pretty high up on the totem pole in order for you to be the one to work on my car.”

He shook his head with a quiet laugh, “Something like that.”

“You decide to work on my car just because you thought I was cute, Bishop?”

“If I say yes are you gonna be mad?”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Not at all.”

“Then…yes.”

You couldn’t contain your laughter at his response. And you also couldn’t help but to notice the surprised looks on the faces of EZ and Angel as they watched you and Bishop go back and forth. Something told you that the Bishop that you were talking to, wasn’t the Bishop that they were used to seeing. That in and of itself was very interesting to you.

“But in answer to your original question,” Bishop got the conversation back on track, “Your car should be good to go.”

“Perfect, thank you so much,” you hopped off the stool, “I’ll go square everything up with Chucky, then.”

Bishop shook his head, his hand catching you by the waist when you went to walk by him, “You’re all set.”

“Bishop,” you folded your arms across your chest, “I can’t just let you not charge me.”

He nodded slowly, “Alright. First round is on you tonight then. Deal?”

You nodded, knowing that that was as much as you were going to be able to get him to budge, “Deal.”

“Let me go clean up and change. I’m sure these two can keep you amused in the meantime.”

You laughed, nodding, “I think so.”

He let his fingers trail lightly across the small of your back as he walked away. This time it was your turn to watch him, biting down lightly on your bottom lip as you did. You stepped back and found your seat once more at the bar, not able to return your attention to the men in front of you until Bishop was completely out of sight.

“Seriously,” Angel said with a laugh, “who are you?” he shook his head, “Never seen Bish flex so hard around someone.”

You laughed, “It’s because he knows he’s on a time crunch. Can’t play the long-game.”

“Time crunch?” EZ spoke up.

You nodded, “Yea, I’m just passing through. Honestly, Santo Padre wasn’t even really a stop I was planning to make before my car shit the bed,” you chuckled with a shrug, “But now that I’m here I might as well make the most of it. Told Bishop I’d budget in some extra time here if he could make it worth my while.”

“Damn,” Angel shook his head with a smile, “you really put him on the spot like that, huh?”

“He certainly didn’t seem to mind,” you laughed.

“Yea, I’ll bet he didn’t,” there was a knowing smirk on Angel’s face as he lifted his beer bottle to his lips.

Before you could try to pry further into what he meant by that, Bishop reappeared in a fresh set of clothes and his kutte. You couldn’t hide the fact that you were gawking at him as he approached you. He smiled as he approached you, holding out a hand to help you hop down off the stool.

“Ready if you are.”

You nodded, “I was born ready,” you laughed as he draped an arm around your waist and guided you back towards the door to the clubhouse.

“Anywhere in particular you’re looking to go?”

You shook your head, “You’re calling the shots tonight, Pres.” You heard Angel let out a whistle from the bar at your statement and you couldn’t help but to laugh. You turned to look at Bishop as the two of you exited the clubhouse, “Your guys seem pretty happy for you.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Yea, something like that.”

You let him guide you over to the bikes. You weren’t sure if you should mention to him that you had never ridden one before. But he must’ve seen the look of slight apprehension on your face because he gave you a reassuring smile as he handed you a spare helmet.

“It’s not that bad. Just hang onto me and you’ll be fine.”

You smiled at him as you clipped the helmet on, “That sounds like an easy direction to follow.”

He got onto his bike and helped you to do the same, giving you a moment to get situated. You draped your arms lightly around his waist, but the second the bike roared to life your hold on him instantly tightened, causing him to laugh. He checked one last time that you were good to go and once you said yes, he shot out of the compound. You were holding onto him so tight that you were afraid you were going to crack one of his ribs, but he didn’t say anything.

A few miles into the ride, you finally loosened your hold on Bishop a little, allowing him to breathe with ease. You could feel his body vibrating with laughter as you slowly found your comfort.

“You good, sweetheart?”

You laughed as you leaned against him, “All good.”

Of all the towns that you could’ve gotten stranded in for an afternoon, you were glad that it was Santo Padre. And if there was anyone worth switching up your travel plans for, you had a feeling that it was Bishop.

[sincerelyasomebody]

Two Became Three || Johnny "Coco" Cruz & Leticia "Letty" Cruz

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A/N: With the awesome response for Mama, I decided to write up a "pre-Mama" setting. I hope you all enjoy it! If I'm being honest this Cruz family dynamic is likely to become a series of sorts👀. Because these two deserve so much more😭😫. Coco and Johnny are used interchangeably. If the Spanish translations are incorrect, please let me know. 

Characters/Pairings: Coco x Reader (romantic partnership) ▪︎ Letty x Gabby (friendship) ▪︎ Gabby x EZ (mentioned) ☆ Bishop (mentioned) ▪︎ Chucky (mentioned) ▪︎ Mayans MC (mentioned)

Summary: The start to a wonderful, dysfunctional yet endearing family. 

Warnings: angst, fluff, language 

Word Count: 1829

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The living room was becoming (Y/N)'s personal race track as she continuously walked around the coffee table in the centre. Her eyes would dart between the landline and her phone. She tried to calm herself down, but the 'what ifs' going off in her mind wouldn't allow her to do so. The familiar rumble of Cocos truck stopped her pacing as she jumped onto the couch. Pulling the edge of the curtain up, she was momentarily blinded by the headlights flashing at her. 

Once she spotted the teenager in the passenger side, she let out a sigh of relief. (Y/N) readjusted her body on the couch and waited for the pair to walk inside. She braced herself for the argument. 

The front door and screen door opened up with Coco leaning against them, "what the fuck were you thinking, Leticia?" 

"You're overreacting," she replied and headed straight for the kitchen. 

"You were at a college party!" Coco yelled as he slammed both doors, "how the fuck did you even get there?" 

She opened up a cabinet and grabbed a muesli bar, "I… just got there," shrugging her shoulders she tore the bar open, "nothing was gonna happen." 

Coco walked over and stood at the entrance of the kitchen, "carajo! The only reason nothing fucking happened was because I showed up!"

Letty turned her attention to (Y/N), "anything you'd like to add?" When she wasn't given a response, she scoffed, "as if I give a fuck what you think."

She brushed past Coco and walked down the hallway. The slamming of a door let the adults know she was in her bedroom. (Y/N) took a deep breath as she got to her feet and stood in front of her man.

"Don't do it." 

He arched his eyebrow, "you think I'm gonna let her disrespect you like that?" he shook his head and pecked her forehead, "ain't fucking happening." 

Letty had moved in with the pair about two months ago and during that time she took full advantage of being away from the clutches of her grandmother. With her newfound freedom she had been disappearing (or "exploring" as she called it) different parts of Santo Padre whenever she felt like it. Sometimes she'd go off on her own and other times she'd take Gabby. 

Unfortunately, this particular night was different. Gabby was out on a date with her boyfriend Ez (the newest patch member of the Mayans) which meant she didn't join Letty on her excursion. Thankfully she was able to provide the details of where to find her when (Y/N) called her in a panic about the teenager not being home. Once she received the details, she thanked her and immediately rang up Coco to inform him of his daughter's whereabouts. 

Before he could make his way to the hallway Coco's burner buzzed. (Y/N) didn't need to read the message to know that he was most likely being told about some club business. Despite it nearing the early hours of the morning, she knew that sometimes Bishop would call an impromptu meeting. 

"At least you're already awake?" (Y/N) offered as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her hands played with his hair.

"I guess," his eyes darted towards the hallway and back at her, "if she ends up running off while I'm at the clubhouse–"

"I'll call you." 

He kissed her and savoured the moment before pulling away from her. Walking over to the front door, he glanced back at her and blew a kiss. (Y/N) chuckled, grabbing it and holding it to her chest, completing their goodbye routine. 

She turned around as he shut both doors and locked them. The moment she heard his bike start up she decided it was time to get to bed. She was due to go back to work in a few hours and wanted to sleep before having to do so. 

-- ♡ -- ◇ --

After Letty's eventful Friday night, Johnny decided he was done giving her chances. Her phone was taken away and the only times she could leave the house was for school and if Chucky needed an extra set of hands. At first the teenager continued to rebel until she realised another day would be added to her punishment. (Y/N) was proud of the way her man was stepping into the role of a parent. Letty was working into her third week of punishment (she had another week left) and (Y/N) could see the change in her. 

Whenever (Y/N) entered the house, she was greeted with a 'hello'. It may seem little, but Letty acknowledging her presence (in a positive manner) definitely kept a smile on her face. Letty was helping around the house more and started joining Coco and (Y/N) for dinner instead of eating in her room. Coco was also seeing changes in his daughter and hoped she would continue to make positive changes. He had left for a run a couple of days ago and would hopefully return soon.

The sound of drawers opening and closing was the reason (Y/N) woke up. Her eyebrows furrowed at realising she wasn't in her bed and then remembered she had fallen asleep while watching (television show). Looking to her left, she noticed the outline of the teen moving about. She smiled when she felt the softness of a blanket, realising Letty must've thrown it over her. Slowly getting to her feet, she stretched and reached for her phone. The numbers 04:22 blared on her screen.

(Y/N) got up and switched on the light, causing the teenager to jump, "are you looking for the chocolate chip cookies I baked?" Just like her dad, Letty had a sweet tooth. (Y/N) chuckled and pointed towards the top cabinet on her right, "it's in the tin at the back." 

Letty waited for (Y/N) to walk out of the kitchen, but instead the woman opened up the fridge and pulled out the carton of milk. She watched as she grabbed two glasses and poured the milk inside. The teenager grabbed the chair and climbed on top of it to reach the cabinet. She opened it up and pushed some items out of the way to grab the tin. Closing the cabinet, she stepped off the chair and dragged it back to the table.

(Y/N) was already sitting at the table and pushed a glass of milk across it for her. Letty took a seat and opened up the container and pushed it between them. She waited for (Y/N) to help herself to a cookie, before grabbing one of her own. 

"I'm sorry for waking you up," the teenager gave a sheepish grin, "I was trying my hardest not to be loud." 

(Y/N) smiled, "it's alright," she bit into her slightly soaked cookie, "now you know where to go… but, you've gotta make sure to put it back in the same cabinet you brought the container out of." 

"Why?" 

"Because then your dad'll know where all the extra cookies are." 

Letty laughed, "you hide the extra cookies because of my dad?" 

"Yes and that cabinet," (Y/N) pointed to it, "is the only one where I can cover the container without anything looking out of place." She dunked her cookie into her glass, "remember that for next time, okay?" 

"Okay." 

The pair continued to munch on their cookies (with the occasional dunking) and sip their milk. (Y/N) enjoyed the comfortable silence that fell among them. Her eyes drifted towards the living room and remembered the blanket. 

"Thank you." 

"For what?" Letty asked.

"Covering me with the blanket." 

"Oh… I… uh, didn't want you to get cold." 

(Y/N) smiled and was about to talk about something else when she heard the rumbling of Coco's motorcycle. Her eyes widened and she scrambled to drink what was left of her milk, closed the container and passed it to Letty. 

"Quick before he comes." 

Letty picked up the tin and dragged the chair to where it was moments ago. She jumped up onto it and pushed the container towards the back of the cabinet. Making sure it stayed hidden behind the assortment of items inside of it. She jumped off the chair and pushed it underneath the table just as Coco entered the living. His eyebrows rose when he took in his Old Lady and daughter standing in the kitchen. 

"What's going on here?" He asked as he walked towards the duo.

(Y/N) chuckled and brought him into a hug, she kissed him on the lips and cheek before stepping back, "just chatting, everyone okay?" 

He nodded, "we all made it back. Don't worry," his attention switched to Letty, "mija, everything okay?" 

Letty nodded, "yeah…" 

Coco slowly approached her and kissed the top of her head, "that's good to hear." 

Before he could move back, the teenager wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. (Y/N) smiled as she watched Coco gently rub her back and kiss her forehead. She loved seeing the father-daughter pair show affection to each other. Letty released her hold and took a step back.

With a blink of an eye, Letty pulled (Y/N) into a hug. (Y/N)'s eyes grew wide at the contact (so did Cocos) and before she could return the gesture, the teenager had let go. Letty smiled at the pair and then turned on her heel to leave the room. (Y/N) watched the teenager disappear around the corner, before she glanced at Coco with a bright smile. She did a little shimmy moving towards him and held onto his arms as she jumped up and down. 

"Coco… she – did you see that? She hugged me! And she smiled! Oh, she's got a beautiful smile," (Y/N) stopped jumping, "wow… I-I can't believe it. I got a hug and a smile, Coco!" 

He laughed as she danced around him, reaching out he pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her. (Y/N) squealed when his fingers trailed up and down her hip. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head up. Her eyes sparkled with joy. 

Unbeknownst to the pair, Letty had done a U-turn at the end of the hallway. She decided at the last second to ask (Y/N) about something. However, at the sound of excitement she paused and peered around the doorframe. A smile stretched across her face, when she spotted Coco and (Y/N) embracing. She looked away when Coco reached down to grab (Y/N) by the ass and slip his tongue into her mouth.  

"Gross," she shook her head and made her way back down the hallway, "I didn't need to fucking see that." 

Despite the recent image in her mind that she was trying her best to get rid of, the teenager couldn't help but feel as though she finally belonged. 

This was home.

-♤ - ♡ - ◇ - ♧ -

Spanish Translations: 

Carajo - fuck

Mija - girl

[crowfootwrites]

Study Buddy [Coco Cruz x Female!Reader]

A little study session with Coco the Softie.

Warnings: language | Words: 533

“Okay, ma, what’s the word for…” Coco rubbed his hand over the scruffy goatee thoughtfully, “woman?”

You rolled your eyes to the ceiling, as though the answer might be written there, trying to flip through the rolodex of your brain. “Mmm, mujer?”

“That’s right!” Coco said with a smile.

The two of you were seated on each end of his couch, surrounded by a sea of your notes and flashcards, as you studied for your first ever Spanish test. You would have thought, growing up in Southern California, that you would have picked more up along the way; but there you were, in your first semester of community college, trying to learn to speak another language. The thought made your palms sweat, but Coco had immediately stepped up and offered to help.

“Ok, how do you say: my name is (Y/N)?”

“Me llamo es (Y/N)?” you supplied after a pause.

“That’s right, mamita, you’re doing good.” Coco beamed at you and your heart fluttered in your chest. Even though you had been dating for 6 months, you still got a little giddy when he smiled at you. It was always such an open, genuinely joyful expression – Coco didn’t smile unless he meant it.

You glanced over at the kitchen, where Coco had come home one day to find you sticking post-it notes on all of his belongings with their Spanish translations. Refrigerator: nevera. Sink: fregadero. And inside the fridge, on the carton of milk: leche. He had just laughed, shaking his head and kissing your temple.

Your gaze returned to Coco, waiting for him to give you another word or phrase to translate, but you found him just studying you, wearing a lopsided grin.

“What?” you asked sheepishly. “Something on my face?”

Coco shook his head softly. “Nah, I just – I’m proud of you, (Y/N). You’re working hard. With this shit, for sure,” he said, gesturing at the mess of study materials, “but with all your school stuff. You’re making shit happen, ma.” He reached across the couch to place a gentle hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze. “Thank you for letting me be part of it.”

He picked up his cigarette from the ashtray on the coffee table and took a drag, a little flustered from the outpouring of emotion. Warmth expanded across your chest as you watched him through the faint smoke cloud.

“You wanna know the first thing I made sure to learn to say?”

He put the cigarette down and looked at you questioningly, the corners of his mouth twitching, perhaps expecting some profanity. “What’s that?”

“Te amo, Johnny,” you said with finality, your eyes focused on his, “I love you.”

He was quiet for a moment, his expression unreadable. But then he was climbing over the couch, crushing your notes and textbook in his rush to pull you into his arms. You tossed your head back with a laugh as he planted playful kisses all over your face and neck. By the time he stopped, you were gathered in his arms and his lips were pressed to your shoulder, where you felt him whispering “Te amo, (Y/N)” into your skin.

[mycupoffanfiction]

The One

Coco Cruz x Reader

Summary: Coco turns you in a clumsy, shy mess every time he’s around and you just can’t quite find the courage to tell him how you feel, that is until your Mayan brothers drag you both to a funfair.

Warnings: Fluff, lots of shyness, Angel and Gilly trying to be wingmen, a brief mention of public sex acts.

Word count: Approx 2600

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A/N: Hi loves, I’ve been working on this fic for months, but it was never quite right, but I loved it too much to scrap it, so I’m super happy to finally be able to share it with you! I did struggle with this a bit, so I apologise if it’s not super smooth, but hey 🤷🏻‍♀️ This is just the first part, the second part will be with you soon. Enjoy! 💖

“How the fuck are you winning again?” Gilly groaned, slouching in his chair opposite you as you placed down a card on the table, effectively winning the round of the card game you were playing. Giggling, you shrugged and crossed one leg over the other, looking rather smug with yourself. “You challenged me, remember?” You giggled, all too happy that you’d won another round. Gilly sighed and tilted his head back before gathering up the cards. “One more round?” He asked, handing you the cards to shuffle and you nodded, taking them from him.

Shuffling the cards, you were mid conversation with Gilly about how you wanted to go to the fair that had been set up just outside of town, when Angel and Coco entered the clubhouse. “It’ll be great, also, I don’t believe him, but Coco said he’d never had cotton candy before and-.” “He’s never what?” Gilly replied, incredulous, if not a little over dramatic and you giggled, shaking your head. “There’s your chance for a date, hermana, take ‘im to get cotton candy.” Gilly chuckled, nudging your hand with his, to which you protested with a drawn out, hushed ‘noooo Gilly’.

You were a dear friend to the club and all of its members, so much so that you were often titled ‘hermana’ since you had become a sister to most members, though some of them, notably Bishop had taken to calling you mija. But really, you kept everyone in the club grounded and you were greatly appreciated for your loving, sweet nature, despite the fact that you were horrendously clumsy and on more than one occasion had managed to run into people, drop everything and break things, not that anyone minded. But it always seemed to happen more prominently around Coco and the boys were beginning to notice it happen more frequently when you were around him.

“What are you two up to?” Angel asked, interrupting your thoughts as you shuffled the cards. “Just having a game.” Gilly replied, going on to tell Angel about how he’d totally won the last three rounds, to which Angel snorted in disbelief. It was another moment before you even realised that Coco was there, he’d not said a word, but you looked up to deal the cards between you, only to see him eyeing you over Gilly’s shoulder and you fumbled with the cards, some of the deck falling from your hands and spilling over the table and scattering everywhere while you attempted to keep them together.

“Oh jesus- fucking- hi Coco.” You managed to squeak out, Gilly trying so hard to contain his laughter as Angel gathered up the cards that had dropped to the floor and you felt the heat of embarrassment surge through you as you shuffled the cards back into a stack. “Hey corazón.” Coco responded with a light chuckle at your sudden bout of clumsiness and you felt yourself melt at the name he used for you, hoping it wasn’t too obvious how shy and embarrassed you were.

“I’ll get some beer.” Coco announced, throwing you a smile as he walked away. “How long is this gonna go on for? I can’t deal with you goin’ all butter fingers whenever you just fucking look at him.” Angel hissed, though he was far too amused by it all to actually be annoyed and you desperately wanted the ground to swallow you whole. “Everyone knows you love him.” Angel told you and your eyes went wide. “I’m pretty sure even Coco knows.” He chuckled and you felt even more nervous about saying anything. “Shut the fuck up, man. Don’t listen to Angel, hermana.” Gilly said, lightly whacking him on the arm. “You gotta tell Coco-.” “Tell me what?” Coco cut in as he came back with some bottles and you slid down a little in your seat. “Oh, our little hermana here-.” “Thinks it’s ridiculous that you’ve never had cotton candy before.” Gilly interrupted Angel, kicking him under the table and you gave him a thankful smile before shooting daggers at Angel who looked far too pleased with himself. “What?” Angel asked, giving you a mischievous grin.

Coco just looked at you with a raised brow, evidently not believing it one bit and you quickly reached for your drink, hoping at the very least that occupying yourself with the bottle would distract you a bit. Coco lit himself a cigarette and toked it a couple of times before taking a full draw of his smoke, reaching for his beer.

“So what about that fair outside of town this weekend?” Gilly asked. “I’m down, I need a change of fucking scenery.” Angel nodded. “Coco?” Gilly asked as you took a sip from your bottle. He shrugged, looking at the two men with indifference. “Hey, c’mon man, remember last time with the photobooth?” Angel nudged him, winking. “Shut up, carnal.” Coco rolled his eyes, taking a puff from his cigarette as Gilly snorted. “The fabled tale of Coco gettin’ loco with not one, but two girls in a fuckin’ photobooth.” Angel said, speaking as if it was some kind of epic tale, when really, it was more of a half drunk escapade that Coco barely remembered a wink of, apart from maybe the tale end of a two girl blowjob.

“You comin’ hermana?” Gilly asked, completely changing the subject and you looked between the three men, giving them a look of uncertainty. “I don’t know guys, you’re just gonna abandon me in the teacups again.” You pouted, Gilly and Angel immediately erupting into laughter at the memory from last year.

Coco huffed as he listened to the conversation. He didn’t care about finding girls to have a little fun with at the fair, if anything, he was more interested in something else, not that he was going to make that known, especially not with Angel and Gilly around.

Coco leaned over, draping his arm around the back of your chair. “I’ll go if you go, corazón.” He whispered in your ear and you instantly felt yourself burn up from his close proximity and the way he said those words, deep, enticing, but somehow still sweet and soft. Angel and Gilly too were far too wrapped up in retelling stories of their last trip to a fair to pay any attention to Coco’s actions and you swallowed heavily, glancing shyly across at him, the Mayan much closer than you had anticipated and as you faced him, eyes almost too timid to meet his, your breaths mingled for a moment with how closely he had leaned in.

“I’ll go.” You responded quietly, voice barely audible, but Coco heard you just fine and your response prompted a big, lopsided smile on his lips and you wondered how you’d even mustered the courage to respond.

“See you there, corazón.” He smirked, leaning back to take the last sip of his beer before he stood up from the table abruptly enough to get the attention of Angel and Gilly.

“Gotta go, got shit to do with Letty.” He said, putting his bottle down on the table. “See you later ‘mano.” Angel waved him off, Gilly eyeing your flustered state and giving you a questioning look as you attempted to pull yourself together.

“You alright hermana?” He asked. “Probably.” You nodded, clearing your throat a little and shifting in your seat, uncomfortable under the questioning looks you were getting from both men before you finally decided to awkwardly say goodbye to your brothers and excuse yourself from the table.

“Tell me I wasn’t the only one who saw that?” Gilly hissed at Angel. “Nah man, I saw the way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her.”

The next day was far too quick to come around and by the time you’d rocked up to the fun fair on the back of Gilly’s bike, you felt like the last day had slipped away from you far faster than you would have liked. It wasn’t that you weren’t looking forward to spending the day with your boys, you were so excited to spend some time with them away from the MC. But your apprehension came more from being afraid that you might fuck things up with Coco. What if you told him how you felt and he rejected you? What if he avoided you? That would crush you, but while you had been nervous about admitting feelings to Coco, all of your brothers knew that the two of you would be perfect together, which was why they were adamant on pushing you both together despite your often silent panic when they did so.

It was early evening as you walked with Gilly over to where Angel was standing in the parking lot, leaning against his bike, waiting impatiently for you both.

“You’re gonna tell Coco today, right?” Angel asked before he even greeted you, pushing away from his bike before approaching you and Gilly. “Oh yeah, it’s real nice to see you too Angel.” Gilly replied in a sarcastic tone, making the taller of the two snort in response. “But you’re gonna, right?” Gilly joined in, turning to look at you as you glanced at the two bikers who stared at you expectantly. “I mean… Maybe?” You answered, hoping it was enough to get them off your back about Coco, but it only seemed to make it worse because Angel was adamant a plan he’d come up with for how you should tell Coco was ‘fool proof’, whatever that implied.

“We’re meeting Coco in the fair, he’s late.” Angel informed you both as Gilly began to lead the group of you across the parking lot towards the entrance booth. “Club shit?” Gilly asked. “Nah, somethin’ to do with Letty.” He shrugged.

You stood with a grin on your lips as you watched Gilly and Angel playfully banter between them as they waited to have a go at winning something at a booth with water pistols and targets.

As you watched, you almost jumped out of your skin when you felt two hands gently grip your shoulders and you barely had time to react before you heard his deep, low voice, quickly relaxing you. “Whoa, relax corizon, s’just me.” Coco spoke softly in your ear. “Coco,” You looked over your shoulder at him with an uncontrollable smile, the biker coming round to your side, his arm staying around your shoulders.

“Sorry I’m late, was making cake with Letty.” Coco told you with a smile. “Don’t tell Angel that.” He added, making you giggle and shake your head. “I won’t, your secret is safe with me.” You replied, voice quiet and soft. Coco looked over at you, his grip on your arm tightening slightly as he caught your gaze, noting how relaxed you looked, how relaxed you felt against him and it brought a warmth to his heart to see you that way.

Angel glanced over his shoulder at Coco and the pair nodded at each other in a silent greeting, Angel smirking as soon as he saw you tucked against Coco’s side with his arm around you before he turned his attention back to the game when it was his and Gilly’s turn.

“Wanna go do shit without those two?” Coco asked. “Gonna have another headache if I gotta babysit them.” He rolled his eyes playfully. “Yeah, I’d like that.” You nodded, letting Coco tug you along with him.

Coco walked you through the fairground, stopping by stalls and booths along the way to play a few games, his smile always doubling in size whenever he heard you giggle, noticing you enjoying yourself in his company. Coco had wanted to spend time with you and talk to you for a while, but no matter how hard he tried, one of the Mayans always seemed to drop themselves into the conversation before he even had a chance to try and ease you out of your shell and give you his full, undivided attention.

And now, as you both found yourself on the furthest side of the fairground, overlooking a beautiful sunset in the distance with a bag of candy floss in Coco’s hand that he shared with you.

It was such a sweet moment, calm and dreamy, the ambience of funfair was soft in the background, the soft, golden glow of the sunset gently casting over the desert horizon.

Coco looked over at you, bathed in golden light, gorgeous with a soft smile on your lips. He felt himself smile uncontrollably as you leaned against his side, his hand finding yours, fingers slowly and gently intertwining.

It felt right, it felt like it was meant to be in the sweet, serene moment you shared together and Coco knew right then and there that he’d found the one for him. You were the one.

“Coco,” It came out as a whisper, warmth filling you when you realised how naturally your hand had fit in his, how wonderful his touch felt against yours. “Yeah, corazón?” He asked, barely above a whisper, his voice low and warm against your ear as he leaned against you.

“I… I’m-.” You cut yourself off with a sigh, eyes cast down at your feet, trying to hide yourself, the feeling of shyness overcame you.

“Hey, take your time, mi estrellita.” Coco hummed softly to you, his voice soothing as you drew in a deep, slow breath. But when you became too shy to respond, he smiled, bringing your hand up to his chest, prompting you to look at him, a bit too timid to hold his gaze fully. “Look at me, mi corazón.” Coco whispered, reaching over to lift your chin with his fingers.

You shared a comfortable moment of silence together, your hand resting against his chest, the background chatter and laughter of the fair adding to the ambience, the sun slowly lowering just enough to leave you bathed in a soft, hazy twilight.

“I know, I know that every time you look at me, you get shy.” Coco said, watching as you tore your gaze away from him quickly. “Hey hey, wait, hold on corazón.” He urged, tugging you back to him gently. “But I get butterflies every time I look at you, I get this fuckin’ uncontrollable smile whenever I see you lookin’ at me ‘cause fuck, ma, you drive me crazy.” He smiled to himself, his eyes lighting up as he spoke openly about how he felt.

“It drives me fuckin’ crazy whenever I think about you, I think ‘bout all this shit I wanna do with you, shit I’ve never wanted to do with anyone before.” He confessed, both of his hands holding yours to his chest as he spoke and you couldn’t help but look at him and wonder if you weren’t just dreaming. “Really?” You managed to get out. “Yeah, I can’t get’chu outta my mind.” Coco grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of your hands.

“I wanna take you on a date, wanna make you happy in every way I can, in every way possible ‘cause you deserve nothin’ less.” He paused, drawing in a deep breath before his eyes met yours. “Will you let me do that? Will you let me make you my girl?” He asked softly, watching as you smiled, shyly nodding, a little taken aback by his sweet words.

“I’d love that, Coco.” You said, almost in a whisper, but Coco met you with a bright grin before he leaned in and gently pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Mi estrellita.” He whispered, pulling you against his chest and holding you close, embracing you gently, his heart fluttering, feeling on top of the world, because Coco got his girl.

He found the one.

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[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

Someone call for daddy!coco fake insta edits.

*richard with his babies is 🥺🥺*

@thickemadame @cherieann-2001 @breanime @woahitslucyylu

[minimel-fics]

Second Chances

Coco Cruz X Reader

He had always dismissed his family because of the poison that ran through their veins until Letty showed him that it didn’t have to be that way, now he just wants to make things right.

This is my first reader insert (it made my brain feel glitchy writing this??) and my first Coco fic. Loads of angst in this one. Anyone else notice the lack of Coco love on here since his season 3 storyline? I feel the need to remedy that.

Part 2

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It was Friday night, you were just stepping out of work when you heard your phone ringing from your purse. You answered it without looking at the caller I.D, figuring it was just your father with his regular Friday night update but were surprised to hear the almost nervous voice that belonged to your ex-boyfriend.

“Y/N?”

“Coco?” You couldn’t hide your surprise at first, it had been two years since you had heard from him. “What do you want, Coco?”

“I just want to talk, maybe we could meet up?” 

You felt anger flare through you as you listened to Coco’s request, he had the audacity to make such a request after so long but you didn’t have just yourself to think about here, “Breakfast tomorrow, 9:00 am, the same place we always used to go.”

You had woken up earlier than intended, the call from Coco the evening before not allowing you much sleep. You paced back and forth in front of the mirror, a large part of you was telling you that it did not matter what you wore because you had no desire to impress him but there was another tiny part of your brain screaming at you to look at least a little bit put together. 

You had arrived early, choosing a booth in the corner for a little extra privacy and ordering a cup of coffee, the knot in your stomach twisted too tightly to even think about ordering breakfast. You spot Coco’s car as it pulls into the parking lot, taking a second to admire the beautiful automobile that you had always liked before your eyes snapped to the familiar tattooed man as he exited the driver’s seat. The last time you had seen Coco his hair had been short, now it hung down his cheeks to the edge of his chin, you had to admit to yourself that it was a good look for him. There was a young woman with him which brought you some confusion as you watched them enter the diner. Your fingers clutched the ceramic coffee mug tighter as Coco spotted you, leading the girl over to the table.

“I was sorta expecting the kid to be here,” Coco admitted as he sat on the opposite side of the table. 

“My dad picks Johnny up from school on Friday and brings him home Saturday afternoon, it allows me a little time for myself.” You kept your eyes locked onto Coco’s as you explained the whereabouts of your shared son, “You really thought that I would bring him to see you when you call up out of the blue after zero contact for two years? Coco, the last time Johnny saw you was when you promised to come to his fourth birthday party but then you never showed, he cried for weeks after you left.”

“I’m sorry.” Coco sighed, leaning forward in his seat as he rested his elbows on the table, “This is Leticia, she’s my daughter. She’s the reason why I’m here.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off her face, easily spotting the resemblance to Coco in the young girl’s mannerisms, “I didn’t know you had more kids.”

“I thought he was my brother until recently.” She explained, her doe eyes following the plate of strawberry pancakes the waitress was delivering to the neighboring table. 

“I’ve been a shit dad. Letty made me realize that just because my parents were shit, it doesn’t mean I have to be. I’ve got to make things right.”

You paused as you held the coffee cup close to your lips before taking a slow sip as your eyes scanned Coco’s pleading eyes. “And what do I do when he’s crying because his father didn’t show up to his baseball game? Or when you can’t manage to spend a weekend with him? What am I supposed to do when all he wants is his dad? Huh, Coco?” You hissed, a small amount of coffee splashing out of the mug as you set it back down on the table much too quickly for the laws of physics. “Letty can decide that she wants you in her life because she is a grown woman but I have to make this choice for Johnny because he’s still just a kid. I have to protect my son, Coco- our son.”

“Please.”

“I’m sorry.”