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cloveroctobers · 11 months ago

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FEBRUARY FLUFF — MANNY X READER X HAPPY LOWMAN.

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.

𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢

February fluff anthology prompts continues here.

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bullet-prooflove · 18 days ago

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Breaking the Rules: Manny x Reader

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @withakindheartx @darqchilddaydreamz @theesirenteller @wnbweasley @sisinever @bonni-98 @skyesthebomb @delightfulbelieverwerewolf @redpool @trublu2u @fleureeee @thiashazzywriting @lauraaan182 @hatersaremymotivators @fanfic-n-tabulous @ravennaortiz @just-a-throw-away @yousigned-upforthis @kabloswrld @keyweegirlie @@katymae12344 @rampsen @pansexualhailstorm @wabi-sabi1090

LongDistance!Series:

Part One: Melina - Manny x Reader - Manny’s daughter wants to meet you.

Part Two: Club Business (feat: Hank Loza) - Manny finally sits down with Hank Loza to discuss his relationship with you.

Part Three: Home - Manny realises what home means to you.

Everyone in Yuma knows that Manny has a woman. They have ever since he stopped sleeping with club girls as a way to vent his stress. He doesn’t get high, he doesn’t drink to excess, fucking was his only vice and even that had come with a set of rules.

Never take them home.

Never fuck them on a school night.

And none of them got introduced to his daughter.

He wants Melina as far away from that world as possible. He wants her to have positive role models, aspirations that go far beyond Yuma. He’s thinking NASA, curing cancer, building robots, the kind of shit she’s going to learn at Science Camp this summer.

What he doesn’t want are people like the club girls filling her head with ideas of how she needs a man to establish herself, to give her status.

The ideology is the product of a bygone era, one that Yuma is still struggling to find it’s way out of. He figures it’ll fade out the same way it did in Santo Padre with all the changes he’s been making but it’s slow going.

When it comes to you Manny breaks all of the rules. The moment you roll into town you’re staying at his place, the girls overhear Downer talking about the three of you having breakfast together, the crepes you make, apparently, they are out of this world. It becomes a regular thing on a Sunday because Downer and his wife, want to try everything you make because you’re ‘cultured’.

They see you around town with his daughter, the ice cream shop, the roller rink, the library. Most times with Manny but sometimes without and that’s the part that stings. Some of the club girls they’ve known him for years, you’re an outsider, an interloper and you fit into his life as if you’ve always been there.

Manny can tell your appearance in Yuma has ruffled some feathers. A few of the girls get extra attentive, lingering touches and salacious words, he’s dismissive of it. Most of them get the message, however there’s one, Tiana, the de facto leader that just doesn’t seem to get the hint. The two of them had fucked once before you’d come on the scene, he’d regretted it almost immediately. She’d been Canche’s favourite girl; looking to take up the mantle with him after he’d taken over the presidency.

He's having a smoke outside when she approaches him. He takes a drag of the cigarette, and she reaches out, tucking a hot pink, lace thong into the inner pocket of his kutte.

“I’ve got a girl.” He reminds her, plucking the underwear from his pocket and handing it back to her.

She pouts as she snatches them from his hand with a flourish.

“You used to like taking these off.” She reminds him, balling them up in her fist.

“Now I’d prefer it if you put them back on.” He says firmly, blowing out a stream of smoke. “And if you’d spread the word, I’m off the market.”

“You know things are getting real boring around here, no coke in the clubhouse, no weed, all the good dick is taken. Me and some of the girls have been talking about moving on from this shit hole.”

It’s meant to be provocative, a jab at his presidency but what Tiana doesn’t get is that he wants that. He wants every single one of those girls to either get their heads on straight or fuck off because he’s issuing in a new era, one where every single one of his brothers can earn safely without reprisal.

“You should do that.” He tells her taking another drag of her cigarette. “This place is only gonna become more boring moving forward.”

“Canche was a lot more fun.” She tells him and it riles something inside of him.

Canche had damn near run this club into the ground. He’d been unpredictable, unstable. He’d almost beat one of their prospects to death for not changing the oil in his bike fast enough. The drugs, the gambling, the violence, all of it had been dragging the club down, bleeding it out.

Manny shoots Tiana a dark look.

“Canche also used to beat on you.”

He’d seen the bruises, hell, he’d patched her up once or twice after Canche was done with her. She remembers that, he can tell.

“If you and the other girls want to move on, there’ll be no repercussions. You know I’m not about hurting women.” Manny tells her, stubbing out his cigarette on the banister of the porch before tilting his head towards the clubhouse. “Most of these guys are family men, they’re not looking for a side piece…”

“And Yuma’s most eligible bachelor has just gone off the market.” She says with a tight smile.

“Yea.” He says shrugging his shoulders. “You ain’t gonna be making old lady anytime soon, not in my club.”

Because that’s what Tiana wants, the status that comes with being someone’s old lady. She wants to be provided for, taken care of and if she has to endure men like Canche to get it, she will. She can see that her options are limited in Yuma.

“I want out.” She tells him as she leans back against the railing. “I’ll spread word to the other girls, tell them it’s an option.”

“You do that.” Manny says as he looks out into the darkness. “I don’t want anyone here who doesn’t want to be.”

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topknot32 · 7 months ago

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Girl Dad (2/2)

Rio/OFC

summary- Rio sees his pregnant ex-girlfriend out one night not long after their breakup. He seizes the opportunity, and tries to persuade her to let him be in his kid's life, and hers, too.

warnings- 18+. Smut below the cut

word count- 3.4K

CAMILA

The smell of cigarette smoke had always been a turn off for Camila, always. Until she met Rio. Now, the smell of menthol and cedar wood cologne were comforts. The combination was entirely Christopher, and she breathed it in as he held her in the middle of the restaurant without a care who saw them.

She could blame it on hormones all she wanted, but in truth, she missed him. The few weeks they spent being consumed by one another were some of the best she ever had. There were several moments in their affair when she believed it could be something real, that he might not be the stereotype she'd originally labeled him as.

But every time she opened her mouth to tell her friends and family, something held her back. It was the lifestyle. The unpredictable and dangerous way he lived his life when they weren't together. Christopher had never involved her in his business, but she wasn't stupid or naive.

Camila understood the money he earned to buy luxury vehicles and expensive jewelry wasn't brought in by honest means. That part didn't bother her, no. The part that did was the danger it posed to him. He'd been shot, he told her so, and she'd seen the scars. She was a nurse, she knew what the three healed wounds on his chest were before he even said the words. Getting attached to someone who could end up getting themselves killed was terrifying no matter how much she enjoyed his company and getting pregnant by him was equally so.

When she looked up as he held her, she forgot all of that. He stared down at her with the kind of intensity that made butterflies take flight in her stomach, and she chanced a glance down at his lips. When Christopher put all his attention on her, no one else existed.

"Sorry for the waterworks. I always thought pregnancy hormones were an over dramatization, but nope. They are, in fact, very real."

"You good?" he asked after brushing away the remaining tears from her cheeks. She nodded just as the waitress came over with her salad.

Camila straightened up, and Chris released her, but he didn't retreat. He stayed on her side of the booth while she ate, an arm thrown up behind her on the back of the seat.

The winds seemed to have shifted between them since his apology. She didn't feel as angry, and he didn't seem as arrogant or confrontational. It didn't feel awkward between the two, and a comfortable kind of silence settled over them.

When Camila was finished, Chris brushed a few fallen strands of hair behind her ear. "Come home with me," he said softly, sending a chill down her spine.

She avoided looking at him because the second she did, she'd cave. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

He looks irresistible, she thought. "It's just not."

"Please."

The way that one word left his lips pulled her gaze. She could get lost in his brown eyes, and she nearly did. He gave her one of those up and down glances that made her breathe quicken, the kind he snuck so quickly she wasn't even sure if she really saw it.

"I don't—"

"Don't fight me. We don't have to do anything. That's not what this is." He motioned between them with a silver ringed hand. "Let me take care of you. It's the least I can do."

"I have to work early," she tried, but he brushed that off before she'd barely gotten the words out.

"I'll have you tucked in before midnight. Come on."

Chris pulled out his wallet and threw down a few bills, then pulled out his beanie and slid it on. He was always a good tipper, having sympathy for people in the service industry. She admired him for it. Wealth hadn't made him selfish, at least not in that aspect.

He helped her out of the booth, holding her hand like a gentleman. His black SUV was parked on the street just a block away, and once they were inside, he turned up the heat for her sake, knowing how much she hated to be cold. It was a warm cocoon that smelled like him, enveloping her in a sense of calm and safety she hadn't felt since she ended their relationship.

Rap music played quietly, not too loud to interrupt a conversation if she wanted to start one, and it seemed like he was waiting for just that. His fingers tapped a soft beat on the steering wheel as he drove, and he glanced her way every so often.

"I don't want you to pay for things," she said after a while. Chris looked over, a frown forming. "You said you wanted to help, to pay for stuff for the baby."

“And that’s a problem?”

Camila took in a deep, shaky breath. "I don't want to be a single mom, to do all of this alone." She shifted a little in her seat to see him better. She could tell by the tension in his jawline he didn't like the words coming out of her mouth. "Did you mean what you said, about Beth?"

He laughed, a sarcastic kind of laugh. She hated it. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. I figured you knew that by now."

"If she's nothing to you, then do this with me. I don't want your money, I can do that myself. I want you in it, too. All the way. Like, up all night, no sleep, covered in puke all the way."

The sarcastic humor vanished as he processed. He looked over at her, then back at the road. "You're serious?"

"I'm not saying I want to get back together, but I need you, Christopher."

"You have me," he said softly, reaching over to take her hand. "I promise."

Inside his apartment, Christopher pulled his jacket off, heading for the bedroom. Camila always loved his place. The open concept, the warm touches of wood and leather, the photographs.

"Strip," he said, dragging his sweatshirt off next. With his back to her, she admired the newly exposed tan skin, the muscles rippling as he moved. She loved the way his jeans hung on his hips.

She had to drag her eyes away from the lines of his hip bones. "I'm not sleeping with you."

He looked back over his shoulder, hands reaching for his belt buckle. "I'm a grown man, Camila. I can see you naked and not have to fuck. Do what I said."

He disappeared around the corner into the bathroom where she heard the sound of the shower turning on. Her stomach did a nervous flip, but she was happy to be here. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her own sweatshirt off, leaving her in jeans and a lace bralette in her favorite shade of lavender.

He was already in the shower by the time she came in. It was a massive glass box of smooth, black tile with two shower heads, one on each side. His back was to her as she unfastened her jeans and pushed them down along with her panties, then stripped off the bralette, leaving her naked. Next, Camila pulled the hair tie from her hair and let it fall. The steamy air in the bathroom felt like heaven on her skin, the tense muscles in her neck and shoulders already loosening.

When she stepped into the shower, Christopher glanced at her with heavy eyes, drinking her in slowly, like it was the first time, but he kept his distance. She liked the way he looked at her, like she was something rare and special to behold. He turned so he could see her better, but they stayed beneath their separate sprays.

While Camila washed her hair, she snuck a few glances at his perfectly tan, tattooed body. If he saw, he didn't make it known, or at least he didn't chastise her for it. She could admire him for hours and not get tired of the view. With an internal scolding, she turned so he was out of her line of sight.

She found her thoughts drifting to a very similar scene, but a different time. A series of many different times in this very room when there was no space between them, just skin on skin, his long fingers tangled in her hair, lips exploring every single inch of her body. When desire was the ruler of her emotions.

Fingertips brushing the wet hair off the back of her neck and over her shoulder yanked Camila back to now, and her heart nearly stopped. Christopher was standing beneath the spray just behind her. She'd been so wrapped up in her thoughts she hadn't even noticed him come over.

"Where you at?" he hummed, pressing his lips to the spot where her neck and shoulder connected.

Camila shivered, hyper aware of how close he was behind her, the heat of his body giving her goosebumps. His fingers ran down her arm where he laced them through hers, pulling her hand up to press a kiss to the center of her palm. The other hand slid around her waist, resting right over her abdomen.

"I was just thinking," she said softly, eyes fluttering closed.

"About what?"

The sound of his voice was enough to make her melt into him, and she found all rational thought disappearing.

"Us."

She felt him chuckle—a slow, sleepy sound as he kissed his way across her shoulder blade. "Quit makin' me ask and say what's on your mind."

Camila turned her head to see him better, and he looked down with half lidded eyes. He was irresistible, water dripping down his face, his focus entirely on her. Surprising even herself, she leaned up and connected their lips, answering his question without words.

Christopher didn't deny her. He kissed her back, deep and slow, eliciting feelings only he knew how to. It was a sensation she'd desperately missed. She tried to turn in his arms, but he held firm, keeping her right where she was. Keeping her under his control. When he pulled back, he released her hand and cupped her cheek.

"Stop it," he whispered, and she blushed, but kept eye contact.

It was a battle of wills. She waited to see if he would kiss her again, and he waited to see what she wanted, what she was thinking. She could feel his cock hardening, pressing into the small of her back, but he made no move to push her further.

"Tell me what you want, Camila," he said, ghosting his lips across hers, but pulling back when she tried to kiss him.

"Christopher—"

"No."

She bit her bottom lip, drawing his eyes down to the movement. Wanting him and asking for it were two different things. In her mind, she wanted him to let go of his restraints, for him to devour her like only he could, but she didn't know how to say that out loud.

Christopher waited patiently, holding her body tight to him, but there was that look in his eye that told her he wanted an answer.

"I want you," she finally whispered, feeling the heat of embarrassment spreading up from her chest.

He grinned. "You have me. All wrapped around your pretty finger."

“You know what I mean."

"You should be really clear because what I think you might mean, you told me wasn't gonna happen."

The hand on her abdomen slipped lower, and her heart jumped into her throat. His fingertips drew shapes just above where she wanted them. She shifted back, connecting their lower bodies firmly, making a sharp breath leave his chest. He was hard as a rock now. Heat pooled in her lower body that had nothing to do with the temperature of the shower.

"Please fuck me," she managed to get out, leaning up to kiss him again, the words vibrating against his mouth. He let her have it this time, slipping his tongue between her lips to tangle with her own.

He nudged her forward toward the shower wall just out of the spray. She nearly cried with relief. Christopher took her hand again, raising it to rest against the tile, his covering hers as his other finally dipped between her legs, brushing over her clit, making her shudder.

She pulled away from his lips, dropping her forehead and resting it against the tile. His fingers worked over her dripping pussy, mouth dropping to her shoulder, teeth grazing the skin there. It was everything she'd been daydreaming about, but everything she said she wouldn't do if she came here. And yet she needed it, needed him.

He moved his hand lower, slipping a finger inside her, and the groan that came from his lips could've made her come right on the spot. He added a second finger and pumped them slow and torturous. It felt like heaven, but it wasn't enough.

"Please," she begged, resting her other hand on the tile, lips parting when his fingers curled in a way that made her cry out.

"Fuck, Camila." He removed his fingers and used his knee to knock her thighs wider apart. The thought that he was as eager as she was made her body flush even more. He used his free hand to guide his cock to her entrance, and pushed inside.

She tried to pull her hand under his free from the wall, but he held her there, forcing the other one up, caging her in, sinking himself deeper inside her. He stayed like that for what felt like forever, letting her body adjust to him by just barely pulsing in and out of her as he kissed every inch of skin he could reach. After tormenting her for several agonizing moments, his hips moved quicker, body pressing flat against hers.

"Your pussy feels so goddamn good, baby," he whispered in her ear, making her legs turn to jelly as he fucked her. "I missed this, I missed you."

He finally let her hands go, running one up her body to squeeze one of her breasts, brushing over her nipple with his thumb. It sent shocks of electricity straight between her legs, and she gasped, chin dropping to her chest.

Christopher leaned forward and kissed her jaw, teeth nipping at the skin. "Did you miss me, too?"

"Yes." She could barely form words. His cock stroked magic along her walls, his thrusts forceful and fast enough to make her lose her breath.

His hand moved back down between her legs, circling her clit with expert precision. "Tell me."

"Yes, I missed you," she gasped, latching onto his forearm and digging her nails in hard enough to leave indents. A ball of pleasure had begun to form in her lower body.

"I want you to come for me, baby,"

She moaned his name, unable to hold it in at his encouragement, the sound of his hips snapping against hers making her tremble. He took her chin in his other hand and forced her to look up at him, to meet his gaze. She could feel herself falling apart, and by the way he stared down at her, he liked the mess he'd made. Her eyes fluttered closed as she reached the precipice, so close to tipping over the edge into sheer bliss.

"Look at me," he whispered, his own pleasure thick in his voice. She opened her eyes, her lips parting as the hunger in his voice made the ball of pleasure explode.

The orgasm took her breath away, snatching it right from her chest, but Christopher held her tight and fucked her through it, not giving her an inch of space to pull back. It went on for what felt like forever, sapping every ounce of energy from her, and she was grateful for his grip or she would've dropped like a stone.

Just as hers was dissipating, his hit him full force, and she gazed up at him with heavy, satiated eyes. She loved the way his own eyes closed, his mouth dropping open, breath hitching in his chest. When Christopher opened his eyes again, he stole a kiss, his cock softening inside her. He pulled out and rested his forehead against her shoulder to catch his breath.

The water was still running hot, and Camila had to thank whoever installed the water heater in his building. When her legs felt steady enough, she pulled out of his hold and moved back under the spray, washing away the sweat and come from her skin. Christopher watched her with a half smirk, looking satisfied.

He joined her under the spray, pressing a hand to the tiny bump of her abdomen, the other running up from her ass to the cradle back of her neck. "Boy or girl," he asked.

It was a question she'd pondered for hours and hours over the last few weeks. Who would this little life be?

"Girl," she finally said, leaning up to kiss him. "You've got 'girl dad' in your DNA."

Christopher laughed, the smile covering his entire face, and Camila couldn't help but be smitten. "Why would you wish that on me? A lifetime of ass beatings and threats."

"Come on, I'm getting wrinkly."

Camila stepped out of the shower on shaky legs, Christopher right behind. She slipped into a robe on the hook on the wall and brushed her fingers through her hair, looking herself over in the mirror. He came to stand behind her, a towel tied around his waist.

He watched her as she pulled bottles from the cabinets—facial serum and moisturizers she'd stocked here when they were together. It warmed her heart to find them right where she left them, completely untouched like he knew she would be back.

"So, a girl, huh?" he asked, and she met his gaze in the mirror.

"I hope so."

He smiled, but shook his head. "I guess I should start prayin' now. I got a lot of bad karma just waitin' to rain down on my head."

"Hey, it's going to be okay either way."

He took a step forward and hugged her from behind, squeezing her tight and pressing a kiss to her temple. "Yeah, we will."

Finally, while she was putting lotion on her legs, he walked out of the bathroom, leaving her to finish getting ready for bed in a peaceful silence. By the time she was finished, Christopher had changed into sweats and pulled down the covers on the bed. He was putting on deodorant when she came back in.

"Get in bed, mama," he said, turning out the lights, leaving them in near darkness except for the city lights shining in through the enormous windows.

Camila thought the way he demanded nearly everything in life would get under her skin and drive them apart, but after the last few weeks of work without him around, she relished the way she could turn her mind off. It made her feel cozy and warm inside.

She slid between the sheets on her side of the bed, and he followed after adjusting the thermostat and closing the door. They laid beside each other for a while without speaking until he broke the silence.

"See, tucked in before midnight," he said, and she could hear the smirk without even seeing his face.

"I do believe I said coming home with you was a bad idea, though, and I was right."

He laughed. "My intentions were pure, I promise. You were the poor influence."

She reached out and swatted at his chest. Christopher snatched her up by the wrist and dragged her into his chest. She wound her arms around his waist and pressed a kiss to one of the scars on his chest—the bullet wound that'd pierced through to his lung. The one that nearly killed him.

"I want you to fire her," Camila said softly.

"What?"

She sat up a little so she could see his face. "Beth. She almost killed you once. She should never get the chance to try again."

The wheels turned inside his head, she could see it as he held her gaze. "You gonna stick around this time?"

"I'm here aren't I?"

"You gonna keep me a secret?" One of his eyebrows cocked curiously. "I give a little, you give a little, sweetheart." He brushed a finger over her bottom lip.

"No, you won't be a secret."

Christopher kissed her softly. "Good."

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 7 months ago

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Masterlist

Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical💉 Triggering material🚩

Brute💦❤

With Simon Riley: Size kink and manhandling. Requested by @spookyscaryspoon

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In the Sniper's Nest💦❤

With Billy Russo: Competency kink and overstimulation. Requested by @tortilla-chips-and-allioli

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Roll Your Own 💦❤

With Raymond Smith: Competency kink and size kink. Requested by @lanarussell

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Climbing on the Cabinets💦

With Billy Russo: Naked woman clothed man and size kink. Requested by @thegirlwhowritesfics

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A Soft Touch💦❤

With Billy Russo. Size kink and prasie kink. Requsted by @danzer8705

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drabbles-mc · 7 months ago

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Okay....Another one for the dirty headcanon game

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?)

Parental, I'm gonna need the skinny on Manny, Angel, Gilly, Coco & RIZ!!!! 😩

🌺🌺🌺🌺<- Your flowers in advance😘

the way i have been marinating on this for all of these boys. have i delved into yet another mayans rewatch????? PERHAPS!!! no one can prove anything 😂

thoughts below the cut! 👀

manny???? manny with no damn surname??? i know deep down in the corners of my soul that this man is fully aware that he was put here on this earth with a neck like that because it was made to be kissed and bit on. he is too smart to not know that. i know he knows it and i know he enjoys it. he can ink that shit up all he wants but it's not gonna stop me!!! that's for damn sure! 😈

and i also think that he is the type to reciprocate in kind, too. he knows better than anyone that kissing on his girl's neck is gonna turn her into a puddle 'cause it does the same damn thing to him. and i know he's the type to hold your jaw while he does it too to give himself better access. he's not a man that's gonna be stopped once he's set his mind to it. i also think he's the type to kiss your hands and knuckles too. just so he can look at you while he does it. as far as marking goes, i think he'll do it if he knows that his girl is into it but i feel like he doesn't do it in the possessive way that other guys do sometimes. he knows he's got you he doesn't have to worry about things like that. and he's right! 😌

you and i both know that Angel is gonna kiss you wherever he can reach at any given moment. he doesn't care. he will find a way he will make it work. any exposed skin is fair game. lounging on the couch in shorts? congratulations: thighs and calves covered in kisses. cooking in the kitchen wearing a tank top? winner winner- you are no longer cooking because he is kissing all over your shoulders and arms and you're not about to burn yourself trying to stop him. thought you had about five seconds of privacy going from towel to pajamas after your shower?? sike!!! you already know what happens next 😈

i also think that Angel, with a leg/torso ratio like that, is definitely the type of guy to go weak in the knees when his girl does that thing where she starts off kissing him on the lips but then kisses down his whole chest and stomach when she's dropping to her knees to go down on him. like he's already stoked because he know what's about to happen, but then she does that???? he's done. game over. everybody wins. he's also got an unspoken but perfectly well-known rule that for every mark he gets he gives one in return. it's only fair that way, after all. and he's not wrong! he's gonna pretend to pitch a fit about it though.

Gilly "i'll kiss you wherever i can reach while i'm holding you someway somehow" Lopez. cupping your face with both hands while he kisses you on the lips. hands on your chest while he's kissing your neck. slipping them into your back pockets or in the waistband of your jeans while pulling you closer and kissing your jaw and shoulders. hands on your thighs and ass when he's got you on your back kissing down your stomach and between your lips. Gilly said kissing is a full-body activity and he ain't ever been wrong!

all things being equal i think that Gilly is the type to lose it just a little bit when he's got someone who is just very gentle and soft with him when they kiss him. there is a time for being rough of course of course but Gilly who has seen and done and been through so much definitely still double-takes when his girl just peppers soft little kisses in passing. a peck on the cheek or the shoulder when she walks by or doesn't want to distract him from whatever he's doing but still wants to give some affection. i dooooo think that this man will get weak if you kiss his hands. pressing a kiss to his palm when he's holding your face, kissing his knuckles when you're holding hands. he's all about it. new level also instantly gets unlocked the second you suck on his fingers i don't make the rules but i do know that that's one of them 😏

I think that Coco is another one who is very touchy when he's kissing but it's 110% about making sure that you are just as in the moment of it as he is. if he's kissing you AND you can feel his hands and body against you everywhere there is no way you're thinking about anything else besides him and that is exactly what he's looking for. he doesn't really care about PDA all that much, not when he knows that behind closed doors he can have you pinned back against the wall with your hands gripping onto his shirt or running through his hair. there's no contest there for him. he knows what he's about.

Coco's also the type to try and roll his eyes and call you childish when you leave hickeys on his neck where the guys will be able to see them and give him shit about them. but you also can't help but to notice that he never actually tries to stop you. you also notice that you'll catch him looking at them in the mirror in the bedroom or the bathroom and smiling after the fact when he thinks you aren't paying attention. he's not one who is much for thinking about the past unless it's something like that. how could he not?

Michael Ariza, mi amor. the man who deserved to be showered in 1000 kisses on that show and got none 😭 whenever I think about him I always think about that scene where he's playing guitar and sprawled in the girl's lap at the clubhouse. I just. i KNOW my man wants to be laid up like that with his girl all the time. got easy access to kiss her legs and grab her hand to kiss that too. gets to pull her down and have her kiss him on the lips. all that soft mushy stuff?? sign that man the fuck up he's all but begging for it. he just wants someone to hold his face while they kiss him and I personally don't think that's too much to ask for 🥹

I doooo however think that he is not the type to really be into being marked up or do a whole lot of marking. I've got no evidence to back that claim except a feeling in my gut. he's not gonna pitch a whole fit if it happens (or maybe he will 😂) but if he sees it's gonna he is gonna distract and divert somehow.

godddd these boys. they'll be the end of me. 🥵

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westcoastcreative · 2 years ago

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Saturday Morning Sex With Manny

He wakes you up with soft kisses on the back of your neck that turn more open when he knows you’re awake, allowing in the wet warmth of his tongue.

The tip of his nose nudges against your ear from behind, a few whisps of your hair tickling it as you brace for the tingle of his breath against your lobe you know is about to come.

“Good morning gorgeous,” he rasps.

He waits a second or two to hear your happy exhale before grinding his hard cock against your tailbone, nuzzling his nose at your shoulder, then biting it.

His hand grabs the side of your asscheek, fingers gripping with just enough firmness to make your heartbeat skip and the familiar, yearning sparks deep inside you catch heat.

“You want it, baby?” Manny reaches around you to run the well-padded tip of his long, handsome pointer finger up the length of your slit.

You arch your back, stretching and preening in his hold.

“You know I do, papi,” your voice makes him dopey with its sweetness as it surrounds him for the first time that day.

You bring a hand down to encourage his further into your folds and a growl rises from Manny’s chest.

“I know you do,” he bites down on your earlobe before turning you around and onto your back.

“And you know Imma need to see your beautiful face while I give it to you.”

You soften at that, adjusting yourself comfortably against the pillows and bending a leg up and open to welcome his promised fucking—which was, as always, sure to be otherworldly in its experience.

Manny smiles in that wild-meets-giddy way he often does in the bedroom and presses against the knee of your bent leg, stretching it farther back, opening you up.

“Your beautiful face and that pretty little pussy.”

Manny fills you deliciously, the angle just right from the first thrust. And he keeps on until you come with a quiver and stifled scream three times before rest of the day begins.

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ravennaortiz · 8 months ago

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manny

Summary: You find Manny sulking over his daughters first boyfriend.

As always my stories are 18+!

You frowned as you caught sight of your husband on the porch looking sullen as he sipped his beer. "Everything okay?'" you inquired as he stood and kissed your cheek, taking your work bags from you. Manny nodded before opening the door for you.

"Just a long day" he sighed as he caught sight of your raised brow and frown. You knew him to well, no point in pretending he was fine. You nodded as you made your way to the kitchen to get yourself something to eat. "Its hard having a job and being a parent while holding the house down to huh?" you replied a hint of sarcasm to your voice.

Manny's lips twitched slightly into a smile as he hit you with his signature look that made you weak in the knees. "You know damn well that I didn't mean it like that ma" replied Manny as he smacked you with the dish towel on the door. "Sit your pretty, hard working ass down and I'll get you something to eat."

"Anyone ever tell you that you are super bossy and a bit controlling?" you sassed as you did what he told you.

"Anyone ever told you that you are mouthy and argumentative" replied Manny as he looked through the fridge pulling out the foil covered plate he had set aside for you from earlier.

"Careful" you warned. "I would hate to have to beat up the Yuma Presdiente"

Manny snorted as he shook his head at your statement. "After what happened today I welcome being knocked out cold mami" he added as he put the plate in the microwave and grabbed you a glass of wine.

"A bit dramatic. Can I get some context?" you inquired with a laugh after a couple of minutes while you sipped your drink. Manny nodded as he set your food in front of you before kissing your forehead.

"My baby girl is a married woman and she told me she doesn't need me anymore. Her exact words were -I gots me a new man daddy-. I thought I had more time to prepare for this you know? Maybe get her to think of being a nun or some shit." explained Manny ignoring you choking on your wine as he continued. "I mean boys ain't shit ya know? What's the point of them? Also the audacity of this little asshole to not even talk to me first" finished Manny as you caught your breath and wiped at your eyes from your laughter.

"Manny. Babe they are in first grade its not that deep" you stated as you shook your head. "I'm so glad her first "boy encounter" you are handling well" you stated as he rolled his eyes as he smiled.

"All I'm saying is I got beef with lil Joey and he better hope his pops can fight" replied Manny making you laugh more.

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hennyjwrites · 2 years ago

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The Game: Chapter 1

Summary: Finding out her relationship was a joke to everyone but her, Y/N realizes one thing. Since everyone wants to play, she’ll have to win the game. One thing about it, this game is dangerous and that’s how she likes it.

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Being married to a known member of the Mayans left no question of the dangers that lurk around every corner. That’s part of the reason why you don’t hang around the club anymore, there is too much violence and too many single men for a beautiful woman. Your husband, Manny warned you about all that lurked around the border and why he didn’t want you coming around as much. You typically listened, that being the one thing you both agreed on, but tonight was different.

“C'mon bitch, everyone’s going to be there.” Your best friend of 10 years, Lola begged. She wanted you to attend a party at the club tonight but you had already told Manny you were staying in tonight. Not only was the club going to be filled with drunk Mayans but also drunk members of the Sons of Anarchy. “Security’s heavy tonight we’ll be fine.”

You sighed from your bed as she and your other friend of a short year, Mica, went through your closet. “It sounds like fun Lo, but I already told Manny I was staying home tonight.”

“Bitch fuck Manny!” She yelled from the deeper part of your closet. She never really liked him but then again she doesn’t like Mica that much either. Lola always claimed there was something off about her but she tolerated her.

Mica walked out the closet first holding up a cute but plain dress that you never wore anymore. “This looks cute mami, you wanna go plain or extravagant tonight?”

Lola walked out after her with a tighter, sexier purple dress that showed off everything you had. “Bitch don’t try and make her look like someone’s abuela.” She mugged mica who flipped her off and walked back to the closet. “Here throw this on so we can go.”

She sensed your slight hesitation before sighing. “Girl, if Manny is already there you think he won’t protect you if something pops off? You need to have a little fun. I miss my best friend.” she pouted. She missed having fun with you, going out getting so drunk that neither of you could do anything but dance in a drunk ass circle.

You smiled at her before standing up. “Let me go fix my hair and we can go.”

Walking in the club, the music was blasting as drunk members of both of the clubs were having as much fun as they possibly could surrounded by hyenas and other known women from around the city. Security was posted at each entrance letting everyone drop the weights off their shoulders.

“Let’s go take some shots!” Lola cheered walking with you to the bar. Mica had already disappeared into the crowd when you first showed up.

Sitting at the bar you took shot after shot with Lola, slowly becoming more tipsier quicker than you ever had before. That’s the effect of not getting drunk in years. Somehow you and Lola ended up grinding on each other in the middle of the club, draw

Angel walked up to you, grabbing your attention. “Hey cariño, you finally made it out.” He cheered, clearly more drunk than usual. He pulled you into a hug, whispering in your ear, “guess you finally decided to join in on Manny's fun?” He chuckled, pulling away with a wink. You looked at him confused but didn't have a chance to respond as he turned his attention to Lola.

Manny's fun? What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Speaking of, where the fuck was manny. You didn’t have a chance to wonder as another prospect offered you a drink which you gladly accepted and downed it easily feeling the slight burn slide down your throat.

You spent the night drinking with Lola until she ducked off somewhere with Angel. You tried to find mica or manny but you were too drunk to even stumble around correctly.

You drunkenly danced with a random club member and hyena before you were pulled away. You instantly whined. “Woah calm down.” The familiar voice was none other that Coco Cruz. “Manny let you take a pick this time huh?”

Why do people keep saying that to you? “W-what?” You drunkenly hiccuped, confused. Take a pick? What the fuck does that even mean? Coco laughed at your drunken behavior. “C'mon let’s go lay down and wait for tu marido.”

Coco guided you to an empty room, laying you down in the bed. He did mean to find Manny, but he got distracted by a woman walking past him with an obvious look in his eye. He told a prospect to watch the door you were in as he went after her. You on the other hand held no objective as you passed out in the random bed.

You rose from the bed, wishing you were dead as the horrible headache took over. You groaned, knowing you got sloppy drunk last night and forgot about the two women who you even showed up with. Walking out of the room you were met with bright lights, passed out bikers and others who were still drinking.

“You look horrible.” Ez laughed loudly before receiving several groans and others telling him to shut the hell up. Of course Ez was on drunky patrol. “I feel worse than I look.” You sat at the bar and placed your head down.

Ez slid a cup of water to your side. You took a sip before looking over to see Angel and Lola in the same predicament as you. They were clearly fucked out and drunk but they still were cuddled up together. They made you think of you and manny. Turning your attention to Ez you asked, “where’s manny?”

His face held a genuine look of confusion. “They weren’t in the bed with you?”

“Who the fuck are you talking about Ezekiel, now’s not the time for jokes.” You whined, annoyed, dizzy and ready to go home. The sound of a door opening and the face Ez made, had you turning around.

There, your husband held the hand of another woman, leading her out the door. “Manny?” You questioned catching his eye. His eyes widened as he stared at you with his mouth dropped. He dropped the woman’s hand who looked at him confused before she turned in the same direction. “Mica?” You spat.

They both stared at you as you stood up. Lola stood up as well ready to back you up.

“Oh.” You laughed angrily. “Y’all got me fucked up.”

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theesirenteller · 2 months ago

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BLOOD 🩸BOUND

🄼🄰🅂🅃🄴🅁 🄻🄸🅂🅃

Pam Grier as Serafina

Eiza González as Maria Bellá Lopez

Manny’s words replayed in Serafina’s mind as she laid in bed at the ariza house. She hasn't known him long, less than 72 hours. But, he was by far the nicest, the most gentlemanly out of the men she'd met at the clubhouse. As she stared up at the chipped wallpaper in the bedroom she occupied, Serafina let out a deep breath and then proceeded to sit up. Almost instantly, pain shot up the side of her neck and inner curves of her inner thighs. The sensation was a hot, uncomfortable feeling that sent cold shivers down her spin. Her body was drenched in sweat, her white-blood stained t-shirt clung to her body like a second layer of skin. The moment she stood up, she felt lightheaded. Serafina ignored that feeling and walked out the room.

Instantly, the sound of multiple women chit-chatting could be heard. But, that wasn’t new. The Ariza house was always a jam packed whore house that hoarded feedlings for the bikers. It wasn’t her life plan to end up one, but she did. “Bout time you woke up, chica.” a familiar voice said from behind her.

Serafina turned around and almost instantly rolled her eyes, “Anyone would sleep like the dead when you’re getting sucked off by one.” She replied with a weak smile, “Where were you last night Marie-Bella? After you left with Bishop, I got worried.”

Marie-Bella wassup an alluring beauty in Mexico. Her long, raven-black hair cascades down her shoulders, framing a face that is both sharp and captivating. Deep, expressive eyes—accentuated by a hint of intensity—tell a story of a life lived on the edge. Her full lips, often painted a deep crimson, reveal a quiet confidence, hinting at her undeniable influence among those in her circle.

Clad in a sleek black corset and matching leather pants, she emanates an effortless sensuality. The detailed studs lining her pants enhance her boldness, while her form-fitting top highlights her curves, amplifying her command of any room she enters. As a feedling, Marie-Bella has honed her ability to navigate the underworld, using her charm and sharp wit to cater to the Mayans MC. Known for her strategic mind, she often moves through shadows, ensuring that her actions always benefit the club. Serafina, her closest confidante, and best friend.

“Amor, you worry too much.” Marie-Bella laughed as she ran her hands through Serafina’s hair, “Bish is like thee nicest out of all of them, well maybe the second nicest next to that blood-thirsting feen Coco.” she giggled. Her dark eyes skimmed Serafina from top to bottom, her giddy expression weening.

“You look like shit.” She said,

“Gee thanks,” Serafina replied sarcastically, “Taza didn’t exactly take it easy on me last night.” she informed Marie-Bella with a sigh. The sound of floorboards creaking had caught Marie-Bella’s attention just as she was about to reply. The friends shared an unspoken look before Serafina announced she was going to freshen up.

“Cool, I’ll meet you downstairs when you’re done.” Marie-Bella replied before she headed downstairs.

And with that, Serafina made her way into the bathroom. She soon stood beneath the hot water, her body trembling as the warmth cascaded over her bruised skin. The steam filled the small bathroom, but it did little to ease the ache deep in her bones. Faint purple bruises marbled her arms, the delicate tracery of veins beneath her dull-brown skin standing out starkly from the abuse. Darker patches bloomed across her collarbone, hips, and thighs—reminders of where Taza’s hands had gripped too tight, his hunger too raw. Each bruise throbbed, a testament to how close Serafina had come to being drained completely.

As the water poured over her, she pressed her forehead against the cold tile, eyes squeezed shut. A hollow ache gnawed at her insides, like a hunger that could never be sated. She craved Taza’s touch again, the biting edge of her fangs, though she knew how dangerous it was. The sharp euphoria of being fed on had left her yearning, her mind foggy, her limbs weak. Every muscle aches, not just from the roughness, but from the withdrawal that gripped her. It was a craving, a twisted need, much like an addict’s for their drug of choice. Even the hot water couldn’t chase away the cold that settled in her chest, the way her pulse pounded in her temples, begging for that release again.

Serafina’s fingers curled into fists, nails digging into her palms as she tried to steady her breathing. She hated this. The bruises would fade, but the craving would not.

The transition from finishing her shower, getting dressed, and then leaving the whorehouse was a complete blur. She’d been brought back to reality an hour later. She blinked slowly, now finding herself seated across from Letty in some run down diner. The scent of burnt coffee and empanadas filled the air. The diner buzzed with the afternoon crowd, Letty and Serafina sat across from each other in a booth, sunlight streaming through the window, casting a warm glow on the wooden table. Serafina stirred her coffee, her mind racing with thoughts of the Mayans Motorcycle Club. She already knew their dark secret; after all, they fed off her and the other women connected to the club. ‘Crow-eaters’. Just a stupid name for the word whore.

Letty leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. Her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Bishop Losa and his cousin discovered the secret to becoming vampires ages ago. But it’s not just about blood; it’s about power. They can turn others, but only one of them has the authority to gift that power. that’s why they’re so selective with who they choose;Manny, Gilly, and EZ… they were all chosen for a reason.” she proceeded to lean back slightly. “Manny’s fiercely loyal with charm, Gilly’s is loyal and obedient, and EZ? He’s got this fire that draws people in. When Bishop or the Alverez turns someone, it’s more than just a bite. It’s a ritual, an honor. They’re sharing their strength and binding them into the family.”

Serafina’s heart raced at the thought. “So, when they turned those three, they weren’t just making more vampires. They were expanding their influence, solidifying their power.”

“Right ,” Letty said, her tone serious now. “It’s a code they live by. Once you’re in, you’re family, and you protect your own. The club’s like a fortress, and they’ll go to any lengths to defend it.”

Serafina remembered the times she had felt that fierce loyalty among them, a bond that ran deeper than blood. “But what about us? The women who get caught in all this? We’re just… collateral?”

“Not collateral,” Letty corrected, her eyes fierce. She shook her head as an angry look flashed across her eyes.

The diner hummed with life, the smell of coffee and grilled burgers began hanging in the air.

Serafina had seen the way the men looked at her and the other women, how they consumed their essence—blood slaves, nothing more. “Then what? Marie-Bella got us here from Los Vegas a few days ago. We partied at the clubhouse with them and then I woke up covered in blood with my virginity gone and Taza feeding off my legs.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she recalled the events. “It was terrifying.”

Letty’s expression darkened. “It’s not just terrifying; it’s brutal. Bishop Losa and his cousin have the power to turn someone, but they choose their mates so carefully, and it’s a painful process.”

“Painful how?” Serafina asked, her curiosity mingling with dread.

“They don’t do it for love,” Letty said sharply. “Most of the time, their wives aren’t even considered for that privilege. For them, love is a weakness. They want loyalty, control. It’s about power. When they choose someone to turn, it’s because they see potential for obedience, not affection.”

Serafina’s heart sank. “So, we’re just… vessels? Nothing more?”

“Exactly,” Letty replied, her voice heavy with contempt. “They’ll drain you dry, both physically and emotionally. You think you might be special for a moment, but really, you’re just another blood source. It’s a brutal hierarchy, and the pain of being chosen or discarded can be unbearable.”

“What happens to those who aren’t chosen?” Serafina asked, the weight of reality pressing down on her.

“They stay as they are—used and tossed aside when they’re no longer needed, or in some cases dead,” Letty said bitterly. “It’s a cycle of exploitation. They revel in their power, and for the women involved, it’s often a nightmare.”

Serafina felt anger and despair swell within her. “So, we have no power at all?”

“None,” Letty confirmed, her voice low. “you guys exist to serve their needs. They take what they want and leave you feeling empty. The men don’t see you guys as partners or equals; we’re just tools for their pleasure.”

The realization hit Serafina hard, and she shivered at the thought of being nothing more than a pawn in their twisted game. Letty’s words echoed in her mind, a dark truth that made her skin crawl.

As they sat in the diner, the bustling world around them faded away, leaving only the weight of their conversation. Serafina understood that in this perilous game, survival depended on navigating a reality where power ruled, and love was a cruel illusion.

### Transition Scene: Midnight Carnival

The neon lights of the carnival flickered like fireflies against the night sky as Letty and Serafina wandered through the bustling streets, their arms laden with shopping bags. The air was thick with the scents of popcorn and cotton candy, and the sounds of laughter and carnival games created an electrifying atmosphere. Midnight struck, and the vibrant chaos of the carnival seemed to pulse with life.

“Can you believe we stumbled onto this?” Letty exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “This feels like something out of a movie!”

Serafina smiled, momentarily pushing aside her thoughts about Manny. The colors, the lights, the music—it was a welcome distraction. They drifted toward a carousel, its horses gleaming under the bright lights, and Serafina felt a rush of joy wash over her.

But then a shiver ran down her spine, and she instinctively turned. There he was—Manny—leaning casually against a lamppost, shadows playing across his sharp features, his dark eyes fixed on her with an intensity that sent a thrill through her.

“Manny,” she whispered, a mix of excitement and unease stirring within her.

Before she could process her feelings, he glided toward them, his movements smooth and confident. The crowd seemed to part around him as he approached, his gaze never leaving Serafina. “Ladies,” he said, his voice low and entrancing, like velvet laced with danger. “Enjoying the carnival?”

Letty frowned, sensing the shift in the air. “We were just having a little fun, Manny,” she replied, her tone a mix of defiance and caution.

Manny’s grin was charming yet predatory, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Fun’s cool and all, but Serafina, I think it’s time we had a little chat.” He reached for her, his fingers brushing against her arm, and the contact sent an electric thrill through her that both frightened and excited her.

“Wait, Manny—” Letty began, stepping forward.

He turned to her, a warning flickering in his gaze. “Listen, Letty, I’d keep the stuff you hear from your pops on the down-low if I were you. It could get real messy if it falls into the wrong hands.” His tone was smooth but had a chilling edge that made Letty’s skin crawl.

Manny’s attention shifted back to Serafina, his smile turning possessive. “Come on, Mama, let’s roll. We need to talk.” His casual nickname sent a mix of warmth and fear racing through her, and she felt drawn to him, the carnival lights fading behind her as she looked into his dark eyes.

Letty hesitated, concern etched on her face. “Manny, she’s not some plaything,” she protested, though the confidence in her voice was wavering.

Manny stepped closer to Serafina, his presence enveloping her. “Nah, she’s way more than that,” he said, his voice low and entrancing. He took her hand, his grip firm yet gentle, and she felt both exhilarated and anxious as he led her away from the carnival, the laughter and music fading into the distance.

As they slipped into the shadows of the night, Serafina glanced back at Letty, whose expression was a mixture of worry and anger. Then, with a smooth motion, Manny guided her deeper into the darkness, leaving the carnival—and the light of their carefree night—far behind.

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danzer8705 · 1 year ago

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Mayans Is Over 😭 -No Spoilers

I just watched season 5 episode 10. Mayans is over. I’m not sharing anything about the episode or even the season in this post. I have lots of feelings about it though, some good & yes, some bad. But, regardless Mayans is my favorite show. Of all time, and of course Sons of Anarchy is right there with it. I’m so sad that it’s over. So sad. But I don’t feel the same way I did when Sons ended. And that’s because of all of the amazing writers here on Tumblr keeping these characters alive! Of course the stories are all so different than the show, and honestly, I am really grateful for that. These characters will live on because of your writings. So thank you. (I know I will forget people & forgive me) but here’s a hug & love to just a few of my fellow Mayan lovers!

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bullet-prooflove · 9 months ago

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LongDistance!Series - Part Three: Home - Manny x Reader

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Part One: Melina - Manny x Reader - Manny's daughter wants to meet you.

Part Two: Club Business (feat: Hank Loza) - Manny finally sits down with Hank Loza to discuss his relationship with you.

Another postcard, another country, another city.

It’s Italy this time, Verona.

In the past few weeks, Manny’s received one from both Milan and Pisa.

He looks at his fridge, inundated with the evidence of your adventures and he wonders what he’ll do when he runs out of space, where he’ll put them all then. It occurs to him that he’s thinking in the long term, not months but years down the line. You out there exploring the world, him here managing his club. It shouldn’t work but somehow it does. He’s the stable presence in your life, the grounding force and you’re his wildness, the part of him that remembers how to live.

“Put them in a scrapbook.” His daughter Melina suggests as she perches at the kitchen table, carefully cutting out a picture of an elephant from a magazine he’d picked up.

“That’s not a bad idea.” You say from the phone propped up against the saltshaker on the table. “You’re going to have to help him choose one though because his taste is a little…”

Manny knows you’re pulling a face, it’s in the way Melina laughs.

The three of you have been video chatting regularly since the initial introduction over a month ago. You’ve become as integral to their routine as breathing. Manny looks up from chopping peppers before handing off a slice to Melina, she crunches it between her teeth.

“Orange is his favourite colour.” Melina says with a sigh, picking up one of her colouring pens to show you. “He thinks it goes with everything.”

“It does.” Manny argues, rolling his eyes before he washes his hands in the sink. “It’s bright, it’s uplifting, who doesn’t want that in a colour? It’s you two that are wrong, who likes the colour blue, it’s dour, depressing.”

“Relaxing, soothing.” You correct him, shaking your head. “What will we do with him Melina?”

“Alright, alright.” Manny says, picking up a hand towel and drying his hands as he steps around the breakfast island. “If you two are done judging my colour choices, we still need to get Melina’s homework done. The two of you were talking about India and the elephant sanctuary.”

“That’s right.” You agree, straightening your shoulders. “Ok kid, what other questions do you have?”

He cooks dinner while the two of you talk. They’re having pasta tonight because Melina’s decided she wants a taste of the Mediterranean, thanks to a conversation the two of you had yesterday about how much you love Italian food. He’d tried to bargain it down to pizza, but she’d given him that look and reminded him he’d already promised that as their Saturday treat so pasta it is.

“At least she’s trying new things.” Sam had shrugged when he’d told her. “She could be eating chicken nuggets all the time like that kid Jeremy at school.”

Small blessings, he thinks as he watches the water simmer. He turns it down a little before he approaches Melina’s chair, his hands come to rest on her shoulders lightly before he presses a kiss to the top of her head.

“Mi Nina.” He murmurs. “Dinner’s almost ready. Go wash up, ok?”

Melina complies slipping out of her seat and heading to the bathroom. Manny picks up the phone, a smile tipping up at the edges of his mouth.

“Thank you for that, I know it’s late there.”

There’s eight hours time difference between Italy and Yuma. It’s six o’clock here and almost two am your time. You’d been photographing the afterparty at the Parma Tattoo Nerd Fest and just gotten back to your room when he’d called.

“It’s cool.” You tell him, running a hand through your hair. “You know it takes me a while to wind down.”

He can tell you’re tired, he’s been noticing it a lot recently. You’ve been working yourself into the ground, chasing the work where you can get it. It’s the nature of a freelance career. You take the jobs when they come in. Your skills are in high demand, you’re well known in the Expo circles for the quality of your work and your reliability. Some creatives were flakes but you, you’re dedicated.

“So, I’m going to take some time off one I’ve finished up in Fiuggi.” You tell him, toying with the silver stacker rings on your fingers. “The last couple of months have been intense and I need to take a break.”

“I think that’s a good idea.” He tells you, leaning on the breakfast bar as he holds the phone between his hands. “You need to take some time for yourself Mami, rest and relax. Working that hard, it’s not good for you.”

“I’m going to book a flight back to the States, I need to make a stop in Joshua Tree, drop some of my stuff at my storage locker…”

“Storage locker.” He repeats because he fully expected you to say apartment.

Something clicks into place then, something he hasn’t considered until this very moment, and it breaks his fucking heart. When he thinks back over all the conversations you’ve had he realises you have never once mentioned an apartment, or a house or anything resembling a home. The storage locker is literally the first place of permeance you’ve brought up. Up until now it’s been hotel rooms and Airbnbs.

“Mami…” He says quietly, lowering his voice so that Melina doesn’t overhear. “Where is home for you?”

“I…” You trial off, your eyebrows furrowing as you contemplate the question. You glance back up at the camera on your phone and the look in your eyes it kills him. “I’ve never really thought about it until now… I guess I don’t have one.”

It’s the nature of the foster system he thinks, moving from place to place, never settling long enough for a home of your own. You’ve emulated the pattern over and over again without even realising it. He sees the moment it dawns on you, something shatters deep inside and it resonates over the six thousand miles that separates you. He wishes that he was there right now, that he could wrap his arms around you and hold you close, that he could take away the anguish he sees in your features, but he can’t. Instead, he places his hand over his heart as he speaks his truth.

“It’s with me Sara.” He tells you. “Your home, it’s with me.”

***

You’ve been travelling for over eighteen hours by the time you make it to Phoenix. It’s ten o’clock at night and you are bone achingly tired, you’d tried to catch a couple of hours on the plane, but the truth is you were too excited to see Manny. You’d called him during the two-hour layover in Atlanta to let him know you were back in the country and that there were no delays with your connecting flight.

“I can’t wait to see you.” He’d told you, the tone of his voice sending a rush of heat surging through your body.

“Me too.” You say, a smile gracing your lips. “It feels like it’s been a lifetime.”

He still looks as good as the day the two of you first met, black jeans that hug his lower body just right, that khaki green shirt buttoned all the way to the top. When his eyes meet yours, a small smile graces his handsome features and something inside you just lights up. You’re in his arms in an instant, his aftershave filling your nose as he holds you close. He smells like leather, lavender and patchouli, scents that make you think of home.

“It’s good to have you back.” He whispers into your hair, and you nod because right now there’s all this emotion rising up in your chest and you just can’t speak.

It’s been a journey over the past few days, facing up to the reality of your patterns, the ones that have been ingrained since childhood. You realised it’s time to change, time to put something permanent in place and you want that to be with Manny.

He draws away, his palms clasping your face. His thumbs chase away the tears that leak down your cheeks, his forehead coming to rest upon yours.

“Hey, hey.” He soothes, his lips brushing over yours. “You’re home now.”

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topknot32 · 7 months ago

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Designated Driver (2/2)

Rio/OFC

summary- one of rio's ladies gets too drunk to drive herself home, and all she wants is for him to come pick her up.

warnings- 18+. Smut below the cut.

word count- 5.1K

author note- I ended up falling so in love with this pairing, and I’ll definitely be writing for them again! 🖤

When Olivia woke the next morning, she was alone in bed. It took a few minutes for all of the memories from the night before to come rushing back, but when they did, she couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face. She felt hungover, and was in desperate need of a shower, but none of that could sweep away the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

The clock on the bedside table read eight, and she shot up, all thoughts of Rio gone. It was way past time for Kai to be up, changed, and fed. Rarely did he sleep in later than her, and the lack of any noise coming from his bedroom just down the hall made Olivia's heart jump into her throat. She jumped out of bed and nearly tore the door off it's hinges in her rush to find her son, but once she was inside his room, she found the crib to be empty.

That was when she heard the sound of a pan on the stovetop, and the soft rambling of Kai. A second voice filled in the gaps, a very familiar voice that Olivia truly hadn't expected to hear in her home this morning. She took a second to slow her heart, taking a deep breath before slowly making her way down the stairs. Around the corner in the kitchen, standing at the stove was Chris, a spatula in hand.

"Now, watch this," he said in a low voice. He lifted the skillet from the burner and flipped whatever was in the pan, and Kai giggled and clapped. "Cool, huh?"

It wasn't the first time Kai had met Chris. The two were around each other often when Beth set meets at the park. Chris usually brought his own son, and Olivia brought Kai, so they were familiar enough for Kai not to be too shy. They seemed to be getting along just fine.

"Good morning," Olivia said, coming into the kitchen. Chris looked up, but didn't skip a beat.

He looked her over from head to toe in one sweeping glance. "Morning."

Kai lit up and reached his arms out. She stepped over to his high chair and smoothed his hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. On his tray were cut up strawberries and a few slices of banana. "Thanks for getting him up. You really didn't have to do that."

"You were knocked and I was up, so it wasn't a problem," he said, his back to her as he resumed cooking the pancakes.

Olivia wasn't sure what to say to that. She was sober now, and it was daytime which meant Chris was a little more intimidating than he'd been before. And he was standing in her kitchen holding a spatula. She turned her attention to Kai and helped him eat his strawberries, stealing a few in the process.

When the pancakes were finished, Chris plated them and placed them on the counter in front of Kai's high chair. She noticed that he hadn't made himself any. "What about you?" she asked as he came around the counter.

Chris stared down at her, the intensity in his eyes making her heart stutter a little. "I got business to attend to." He reached out and brushed a few hairs from her face, and her skin tingled where it made contact with his. "I'll see you around, Olivia."

"Thank you for this, and for last night." She motioned at the food, her voice betraying the way she was feeling inside, but if he noticed he didn't make it known.

"Don't mention it. See you later, kid," he said to Kai.

And with that, Chris grabbed his sweatshirt and beanie off the counter, and headed out of the kitchen. A few seconds later, Olivia heard the front door open and close, and she pressed a hand over her mouth. She wasn't exactly sure what the drunk version of herself had started, but sober Olivia felt a sharp chill of excitement at the results.

Days passed by without hearing from Chris, then a week, then two weeks. Olivia started to think he wasn't interested after all, and that she'd misread all the signs he'd given her before the night he picked her up. It was a bit of a blow to her ego, but she had enough going on with Kai and work that she was easily distracted. But in the moments of quiet, her mind wandered to the cloudy, drunk memories of what Chris looked like laying in her bed, and it was hard not to feel a little disappointed.

Beth met with him twice over those two weeks, but Annie and Olivia hadn't been needed at either meetup. She wondered if the rumors were true, if Beth and Chris really did have a thing for one another, and maybe Olivia had just been an opportunity he chose not to pass up.

Either way, when Annie asked her to go out to the Latin club not far from their strip club, Olivia chose to say yes instead of staying in and moping. It was a chance for them to hang out alone since Beth was at home with the kids, and for once Olivia was glad. If her suspicions were true, the last thing she wanted to do was listen to Beth talk about their employer. She was afraid her face would show some level of jealousy, and then she'd be in trouble.

She'd chosen simple black jeans that were so tight she could barely bend and an equally tight black top that dipped low in the front. As Olivia looked herself over in the mirror, she pulled out her phone and snapped a quick photo, posting it to her story.

Annie showed up just as Olivia was pulling on a pair of heels, and the pair headed out. Kai was sleeping peacefully, his babysitter set up in the living room with popcorn and a never ending stream of movies. They took a cab to La Zona, and it took little convincing from Annie for the tequila to start flowing.

"It's times like these that I'm actually glad I met Greg," Annie said as she licked salt from the back of her hand and took another shot. Olivia could barely hear what she was saying over the pounding bass.

Olivia laughed. "Why's that?"

"Because it gave me you, and you're so much more fun than he is."

Olivia raised her own glass. "You're not wrong about that." She took the shot and reached for her mojito waiting for her on the table. "Sometimes I feel guilty though, for leaving Kai at home to do stuff like this."

Annie just shook her head. "If the worst thing you ever do is go out and have fun after he's already asleep, you're a great mom."

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she pulled it out to see she had a notification. A comment on the photo she'd posted before leaving the house.

Where you going looking like that

Chris. Olivia felt heat flush up her neck, and she glanced up quickly to make sure Annie wasn't paying attention.

Out, she responded. Short and sweet for the lack of contact.

A few minutes later, her phone vibrated with an incoming text, and she knew before she even looked who it was.

Tell me where you are

Olivia felt the butterflies from the night before resurface. She started to type a response only to have Annie snapping her fingers in front of her face. "Come on, let's go dance."

She barely had time to shove her phone back into her pocket before she was being tugged along into the sea of people dancing to the beat of Latin hip-hop. It didn't take long for the tequila to kick in, and after a while she completely forgot about the text from Chris and the fact that she never responded.

Later, Olivia found herself back at the bar while Annie ran to the bathroom. She was hot, and grabbed a water instead of more alcohol from the bartender and pulled her phone out to check the time. It was nearing midnight, but the time wasn't what gave her pause. She had two texts waiting—one an update from the babysitter on Kai who was still sleeping, the other was a second from Chris.

You know I have your location right

Olivia froze, staring at the screen. When she looked back up, she searched the crowd for his face. It was just like him to show up unannounced.

How do you have it, she typed out, and waited anxiously for a reply. He'd sent the last message almost an hour ago.

I like to keep tabs on my girls

"Shit," she whispered to herself.

She knew he was dangerous, that he liked to play with them, make them uneasy. He'd just never really done it to her before, so this was a new feeling. She felt like she was being watched, that he could pop up at any moment and spill her secret. Annie would never understand the game she was playing if she found out, and Olivia didn't know if she could handle a lecture. Then there was Beth. If there was something going on between her and Chris, that would cause even more problems. Olivia decided to ignore him, to pretend like he didn't exist because that was what was best for her friendships.

The second Annie was back, they took another shot each and faded back into the crowd. There was one guy in particular Annie kept ending back up near, and Olivia tried to give her an inconspicuous thumbs up. He was cute. A little short, but taller than Annie, and that was all that really mattered.

As Olivia moved her body to the beat of the song, the sea of dancers enveloped her in a pulsing embrace. She danced with different people, going with the flow until a firm chest pressed against her back and a set of hands slid around her waist, dragging her back so they were flush together.

She smelled his cologne before she could fully process anything else, like the familiar shape of his hands. Her heart picked up speed in her chest, fluttering around like a frightened hummingbird. She refused to turn around as they moved together to the music, but against her better judgement, she allowed herself to fall prey to his advances. They fell into sync easily, moving against one another to the beat like it was completely natural. So natural she forgot all about Annie and the possibility of her seeing them in a compromising position.

His hands wandered, squeezing at her waist, down to roam her thighs before moving back up to press into her ribcage, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. The heat of his breath on the side of her neck sent a shiver down her spine, and she pressed back into him. His lips fell to the skin of her collarbone, and her eyes fluttered closed.

"You let every man put his hands on you or did you know it was me?" Chris asked close enough to her ear to hear over the music. Another wave of goosebumps rolled over her skin.

Finally Olivia turned her head so she could see him, and his eyes were heavy lidded as he watched her. The second she met his gaze, his shifted down to her lips then quickly back up.

"What do you think?"

"I think you should answer me when I ask you a question."

Olivia turned in his embrace, and his hands shifted across her hips to rest on the curve of her ass. She slipped her own hands up from his waist to his chest. Without giving it any thought at all, she leaned up and connected their lips. Chris didn't hesitate, but she wasn't prepared for him to slip his tongue against her own, his grip tightening.

Any ideas she'd had about ignoring him and pretending he didn't exist flew out the window. She wasn't nearly as drunk as the last time, and she relished every second. When Chris pulled back, his expression was hard to read. His eyes were narrowed, his mouth a firm line, but his body held hers like it was all he wanted, and she allowed him to.

She noted how good he looked in black jeans and a button down, his facial hair freshly trimmed. While she was taking on his appearance, he was brazenly doing the same. His eyes lingered on the dip in her top and the cleavage it exposed. Without saying a word, he took her hand and pulled her through the crowd toward the bar where it was easier to move and hear each other.

Chris ordered a scotch for himself and turned to her. "Just water," she said, and he smirked.

"Yeah, why's that?"

She held his gaze despite the anxiousness in her stomach. "Something tells me I should keep a clear head."

His smile grew wider just as the bartender popped their drinks onto the bar top, and he broke eye contact to pay. Olivia felt the same forbidden excitement that'd come over her the last time. Annie was somewhere out there on the dance floor, and Chris was right here. He wasn't hiding, and by the way he passed her the water and then slid his arm back around her waist, he didn't plan to.

"What are you doing here?" she finally asked when he didn't say anything.

He shrugged, sipping his scotch. "Whose attention were you trying to get with the picture?"

Olivia felt her cheeks flush. "No one."

"Bullshit. Don't play dumb with me now, sweetheart."

"How'd you know I wasn't here with a date?"

He held the glass to his lips and took a long pull, but he kept her pinned with his eyes over the rim the whole time. "You didn't call," he said.

Olivia's brows furrowed. "What?"

"I left it up to you, being the one who was drunk and all." Her mouth opened, but no words came out. "You didn't come to the meets."

"Beth said we weren't required to go," Olivia managed to say.

"You're never required, but uh, I assumed that meant something, you know?" He drained the glass and set it off to the side. With the arm around her waist, he dragged her closer. "Like you were sendin' me a signal. Then you post a photo like you did, and that's very unordinary for you."

"No, it—"

"When was the last time?"

Olivia tried to remember, but she couldn't. It'd probably been before Kai, or very randomly after. She didn't really do selfies, but she looked good, and yeah, maybe she knew he would see it because they were friends.

"So, whose attention were you trying to get?" he asked again.

"Yours," she whispered so softly he leaned in closer to hear. His cheek was pressed to hers, his breath hot on her neck.

"Yeah, I thought so. Next time send it directly to my phone."

A chill rippled down her spine at the thought of next time. She tilted her head so their lips were only a breath apart just before Chris closed the distance. This kiss was slower than the ones they'd shared before, and it lit a fire in her abdomen. Her hands found his waist, and she slid them up to rest on his lower back. He gripped her ass tight, and with their bodies pressed together, she could feel the hardening bulge in his jeans.

"Let me drive you home," he said when he pulled away, and there was a raspiness to his voice that wasn't there before.

"Annie's out there. I can't just leave her."

Chris ran his hand up to cup her chin, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. She felt all rational thought drifting off as he stared down at her with his dark brown eyes. "Mick'll make sure she gets home safe." He kissed her again before she could protest. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

He gave her hand a squeeze before turning and disappearing into the crowd. Olivia ran her fingers through her hair and tried to gather herself after being thrown completely off guard by his sudden, all consuming presence.

"Where the hell did you go?" Annie called out from behind. "I turned around and you were gone."

"I'm leaving," Olivia said, just wanting to get it off her chest. "I was about to come and find you."

Annie stood in the place Chris had just been looking very confused, and very inebriated. "Did you meet someone?" She looked around, searching for a face she wouldn't find.

"It's a long story."

Through the crowd, Chris stepped back into sight with Mick in tow. Annie glanced back at him, then did a double take. "What's gang friend doing here?"

Chris, without a hint of shame, came to stand at Olivia's elbow. "You ready?" he asked loud enough for Annie to hear. Olivia held her breath, waiting for some kind of lightbulb to go off.

Annie's eyes bounced from Olivia to Chris and back. "What is happening right now?"

Mick slung an arm over Annie's shoulders. "We're being kicked to the curb, doll."

Annie's eyes scrunched closed in contemplation for a second. "Wait, wait, wait. Liv, are you sleeping with gang friend!?"

Olivia opened her mouth to deny the accusations, but she didn't get the chance. Chris laughed and shook his head. "Make sure she gets home safe," he said to Mick who offered him a sarcastic salute. Chris guided Olivia passed them, and they headed for the exit.

Like the last time, Olivia found herself in the passenger seat of Chris's Mercedes. He'd started the engine, but was yet to put the car in drive. They were parked in a packed lot just a few blocks from the club, and now that she could think straight without the noise and lights distracting her, she started to wonder if Beth knew something was up. Why else would she insist on going to the meets by herself recently when that'd never been the case before?

Chris's head was resting against the headrest, his eyes trained out the front windshield. She admired his side profile, the curve of his jaw and length of his neck. Him showing up tonight was a genuine surprise, but she was glad for it. The night they ended up at her house, there'd been something between them that she'd chosen to try and ignore until now. Partially because she never thought they'd end up here again.

"How many drinks did you have tonight?" he asked, and the sound of his voice relit the fire in her stomach. Every time he opened his mouth, it struck a chord inside her that couldn't be ignored.

"Just a few."

"What's a few, Olivia?" He turned his head to look at her. Why did he have to be so effortlessly attractive?

"Three."

Chris just watched her for a minute as if he were thinking that over. She could see the wheels turning inside his head, and she wished she could read his mind. He leaned forward and reached into the back of his jeans, pulling out his gun and resting it on the dash. At one point, that would've terrified her, but not anymore. "Take your shirt off."

Olivia froze, but Chris made no move to look away. For a second she thought she'd misheard him, but the way his eyes dipped to her cleavage, she hadn't. "Unless you just want me to drive you home," he continued. By his tone, she knew he was sincere. She glanced at the windows, checking to see if anyone was around to catch them. "They're tinted," he said as he motioned at the windshield. "No one'll see you. No one except me."

Her hands felt shaky with nervous energy, but being alone with him was something she daydreamed about, and she didn't want to waste the opportunity. She sat up in her seat and pulled the bottom hem of her shirt out of her jeans before slowly pulling it up and off. She was wearing an emerald green bra and panty set underneath, one of her favorites. Chris analyzed every inch of newly exposed skin, and she burned hot. She was sure he could tell, but if he did, he made no note of it.

He sat up a little and scooted his seat back as far as it would go, and tilted the backrest to a flatter angle. "Come here."

Olivia hesitated. She had a pretty good idea where this was headed, and she wanted it so bad, but she was nervous. Being drunk out of her mind gave her a ridiculous kind of confidence she didn't naturally possess, but she didn't have that to fall back on tonight. She shifted in her seat only to find that the tightness of her jeans limited her movements, and she gave it the briefest of considerations before stretching out and popping the button open. She felt the heat of his gaze as she pushed them down her legs, and she found that she liked the way it felt. Her heart raced, her breaths coming quick and short with anticipation.

She kicked the jeans off, leaving them in a pile on the floorboard, and sat up on her knees, crawling over the center console to straddle his lap. Chris shifted a little to accommodate her, his hands instantly reaching up to grab her waist. Olivia planted her palms flat on his chest and leaned down to kiss him, her long blonde hair falling around them like a curtain.

Chris wasted no time, forcing her hips back over his. He was definitely hard now, and as the kiss deepened, their movements grew more rushed. She hurried to get the buttons of his shirt undone, and when it was, she tore it open and moved from his lips down the column of his tattooed throat. His hands squeezed the flesh of her ass and thighs, and she rocked her hips slowly, creating the kind of friction that made them both breathe heavier.

She wasn't drunk by any means, but the tequila enhanced every sensation, making her more desperate for what they were hurtling headlong toward. She dragged her fingers down his naked chest, and a hiss left Chris's mouth. He slipped his hands into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down as far as he could with her legs spread over him. All at once Chris sat up and took both hands to the thin strip of fabric concealing her soaking wet pussy from him. In one swift motion he snapped the material and tossed the shreds to lay on the floorboard with her jeans.

"Those were my favorite," she said, but he just shook his head, too focused to be distracted.

"You want your panties back or do you want to come?" he soothed against her lips, and she gasped when she felt his hand dip between her legs, two fingers opening her up to swipe against her clit. Her nails dug into his shoulders. "That's what I thought."

He kept her firmly in hand as he circled her clit, pressing his forehead to hers. She rocked her hips against the contact, wanting more, but he held firm. As if he could read her mind, Chris dipped lower to slip those same fingers inside her. His lips parted as she moaned, his tongue running across his bottom lip. The way he curled his fingers buried inside her sent a shock of pleasure through her body, his thumb pressing against her clit sending her higher. While he stroked the spot inside that unraveled her sanity, he loosened his grip on her waist with his other hand, giving her the freedom to ride his fingers.

"You want it?" he asked, and she nodded. "Let me hear you say it."

She struggled to find her voice. It all felt so good. "Yes, I want it."

Chris leaned back a little so he could see her better, resting against the seat. "Make yourself come, then."

It took her a second to comprehend what he was telling her to do, and she had a fleeting moment of feeling ridiculous, but then he pressed harder against her clit, forcing a breathless gasp from her chest. She rested her palms back on his naked chest, grinding her hips in slow circles. With each turn, his thumb rubbed her in the most delicious way, and Chris watched as she neared an orgasm.

Olivia was so lost inside her own pleasure she almost missed the way his chest was rising and falling with ragged breaths, but when she noticed she couldn't look away. The way she was positioned over his cock, she rubbed against him too, back and forth, her pussy grinding against the fabric of his jeans. The outline of the bulge was another erotic sensation, one that seemed to drive him crazy.

Chris was always so in control, but she watched him unravel right before her eyes until he was dragging his fingers from between her legs to pop the button on his own jeans. Him losing that control was nearly enough to make her come right there, but she kept it at bay. She wanted to feel him. She scooted back and reached down to help, tugging his boxers down along with him until his cock sprang free. He was bigger than she expected, longer than most but the perfect girth that made the need between her legs grow even worse.

When she looked up, Chris was analyzing her expression, but he took the shaft in his hand and gave it a few slow strokes. Not wanting to waste more time, Olivia slid her hand beneath his to take its place around his length. Chris ran that same hand up her forearm, past her elbow and shoulder, until he was holding her by the throat. Her breath caught as his thumb brushed over the hollow there. Olivia sat up on her knees, moving up so his cock brushed her entrance, and gradually she lowered herself down.

Chris's grip on her neck tightened, pulling her down to connect their lips. Her pussy stretched around him, making her moan. The rumble of a laugh vibrated out from his chest into hers. She took the last few inches slow, waiting a few seconds to adjust before she moved, but Chris took her in hand again, both gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. He pushed her back and forth, both of them groaning at the feeling, and she sat up to steady herself.

He gazed up at her with a lust filled eyes. "You feel so fuckin' good," he said, voice low, and she could've sworn she grew ten times wetter.

She tried to take control, setting her own pace, and instead of his fingers nearly bruising her skin, they wandered. He laid his head back against the headrest and watched her ride him, one hand going up to cup her breast through the lace of her bra, thumb brushing the hardened bud. Shocks of pleasure shot between her legs, making her cry out his name. The other hand made it's way between her legs again, his fingers finding her clit and pushing her nearly over the edge of sensations.

"Come for me, Olivia," he whispered, and he groaned when she dug her nails into the skin of his chest. "Come on, come for me."

She couldn't hold it back any longer, and she kept going as the orgasm burst out from her lower abdomen, and her mouth fell open as it consumed her. Her thighs threatened to snap closed, but Chris held them open and continued the tight circles around her clit, making her muscles tremble.

"Chris, wait, I can—" but he didn't stop, and she could feel her eyes burning with tears of pleasure as she rode his cock through it.

Chris was close, she could tell by the way his breaths came in short bursts, his face contorting and chest rising and falling, and just as her orgasm was fading, his hit him full on and he latched onto her hips once again, thrusting deep and filling her up with his come.

"Fuck," he groaned, and she leaned down to kiss him, swallowing the sounds of his pleasure.

Olivia peppered soft kisses across his jaw and down his neck, and when she looked back up, his eyes were closed, but there was a soft, satisfied smile on his face. She sat up and started to slide over to the passenger seat, but he grabbed her waist before she could get very far.

"Where you going?" he asked as he opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"My legs are cramping."

Rio chuckled sleepily and let her go. She climbed over the console, and Chris reached into the backseat where he found an extra t-shirt. He leaned over and cleaned the come from between her legs before wiping himself off and doing up his jeans.

A few quiet moments passed until Chris rested his elbow on the center console and leaned back to grab more articles of clothing from the back. He tossed her a thick black sweatshirt that smelled of his cologne. "You can wear that," he said. She pulled it over her head to find it came down just below her ass.

When she looked up, he was still watching her. "What?"

Chris reached a hand out and brushed a few messy strands of hair behind her ear. She couldn't imagine what she'd looked like right now. "You look beautiful."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She turned to pull down the mirror on the visor but he took her chin, forcing her back to look at him. He leaned forward and kissed her lips slow and soft, swiping his tongue against her bottom lip.

"You look thoroughly satisfied, and that to me is so fuckin' beautiful," he whispered against her lips, and she wanted to bang her head against the headrest. Every time he opened his mouth, he said something that made her want to open her legs. "Come on, let me get you home."

He kissed her once more before pushing a few buttons on the radio. The car was still running, so music filled the cabin, and he fixed his seat and put it in drive. "Next time, you come to the meet up, yeah?"

Olivia couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, I'll be there."

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year ago

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For the 1,000 followers event (which I am so freaking happy for you about! Congratulations!) Can we get #3 with Manny? Please and a great big thank ya! 😘🩷

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Red Light Blue Light

Contains: Mentions of sex, friends to lover, angst with a happy ending, car accident, mild injury, hurt/comfort, fluff. Takes place in a universe where there's no war with the Sons.

2.3K words

More than 19,000 people are injured annually in California hit-and-run accidents.

"Come on Querida, I know it means you'll miss your show but you record it anyway." Manny called you just as you finished work, and you knew when you heard his tone what he would be asking for.

You sighed, "Why not. You better make missing the biggest scandal in reality TV since Willam cheating on Drag Race worth my while."

Manny chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you have a great time, I'll even buy you dinner at that Taco place a few streets away."

You rubbed your face, "Ok, fine, but next time you want to hang out, you're coming to my place. I'll cook for you and you know I have that fancy craft beer you won't admit to liking."

"Done, that's a fair trade. I'll see you tonight." He sounded so smug.

"Ok Manny, see you tonight."

Manny got off the phone and grinned at Coco, "She coming?" Manny nodded, "Alright, good, I haven't seen her in ages. Are you planning a repeat on the last time, or have you jumped back on the just friends train?"

Manny sighed, "It was one time man, and we agreed that it wouldn't happen again."

Coco tutted, "She didn't just fall on your dick dude. Give it a chance, she might feel the same way."

Manny shook his head, "You see many old ladies around here? You and Hope are the only ones who aren't fucking struggling."

Coco raised an eyebrow, "We'll see. This time next month, she'll be your old lady."

****

Manny had been smiling like an idiot ever since the call and his excitement only grew as sunset drew closer. He and Coco were out on the road, coming back from a day trying to lock down the prisons after Iron War filled the void that the Sons had left.

Coco waved his hand to grab Manny's attention and pointed to the road ahead of them before raising his voice above the roar of the bikes, "Is that y/n?"

Manny nodded, "Yeah." He chuckled, "Her and that car, she might as well wrap it in bubble wrap." Manny would laugh every time you compared his bike with your car and its side airbags and superior crumple zone.

"She must be on her way to the clubhouse, do you think we'll catch up with her?" Manny could see that Coco was calculating the distance between their bikes, your car and the next light.

Manny shook his head, "Nah, we'll just miss her." Sure enough, the light turned green and you slowly pulled into the intersection as they got going too.

It happened in a flash, and Manny could hear the revving of a car before he saw a flash of silver, then an all mighty crash as a vehicle slammed into the driver's side of your car. To make matters worse, the offending vehicle only stayed idle for a moment before reversing and speeding off.

Manny was stuck still as he tried to process what he saw and his mouth opened before he could think, "Go after the car."

Coco was already racing after the pickup truck and Manny sped towards the wreck. He was off the bike so far he almost fell over and then he wrapped his fingers around the twisted metal as he tried to pull the door free, "Y/n, Querida. Talk to me."

He heard a groan but the airbag hanging from the roof stopped him from seeing your face, "What happened?"

Manny relaxed, if only a little, "Someone slammed into you, Coco's got after them…."

A quick look at your legs showed you weren't trapped, but there were more pressing matters, "Manny, I can smell gas."

"Shit, I'm going to pull you through the window, cover your face." Manny took his blade and beat in the corner of the already shattered window before pulling it out of the housing entirely, "Grab on to me."

You stretched across the seat and grabbed your bag before you wrapped your arms around his torso as he leaned into the car and wrapped his around your waist and he let out a breath when he saw your legs were free despite the damage to the car. The movement was fast and left your head spinning as awareness of the pain you were in suddenly flooded into your consciousness as your feet touched the ground, "Ow fuck."

"I know but we gotta get away from the car." He dragged you across the street and the sound of another bike distracted you as Manny called for help.

Manny could tell by the look on Coco's face that he didn't manage to catch up, "I got the plate but the fucker was driving right for the station."

Manny was still holding you up as he finished the call, "Help's on the way. I take back everything I ever said about that car, I think it saved your life."

Coco chuckled, "That thing was a fucking tank. Those fucking pickups, I swear they flatten everything they run into."

"I don't think I'm that hurt. But a fire just caught." Sure enough, when they looked over, flames had started to flicker from the puddle of gasoline.

Manny and Coco shared a look, "The firefighters and EMTs will be here soon, just hold tight."

You nodded, "Can I sit down, my legs hurt?"

Manny shook his head, "Nope, just in case you've rattled your brain we gotta keep you awake."

Before you could say more, the sound of sirens drowned you out and people were rushing everywhere before the rush of water put out the growing fire.

A paramedic came into view and you did your best to disconnect from Manny and stand up straight, "I'm ok, the car took all of it."

The paramedic chuckled, "I can see that, we gotta get you checked out anyway."

You looked to Manny for support but he shook his head, "Go on, I know you've got good insurance. I'll follow you."

You sighed, "Alright. My poor car, I loved that thing."

"I know, but you can replace that, we can't replace you." He sounded more relieved than worried.

The paramedic nodded, "Your friend is right, ma'am, that was a very close call."

****

Manny pulled up to the hospital just after the ambulance and waited in the waiting room while the doctors looked you over. To his great relief, it didn't take long before a woman in a white coat came out, "Your friend is fine. Her thighs are bruised, and she has a sprained knee and a bruise from the airbag. Other than that, nothing is wrong. I don't believe in miracles, but this is as close as it gets."

Manny felt the weight lift from his shoulders, "So I can take her home?"

The doctor nodded, "Yep, we've given her a few days of meds so she can get some rest but other than that the only thing she needs is time."

"Thanks doc, I'll take her home now." Manny knocked and pushed the door open when your voice floated through the wood, "You ready to go?"

You nodded, "Yes but not on your bike."

Manny chuckled, "I had the prospect bring the car."

****

Once the hospital was out of view, Manny took a moment to look over your face before speaking, "Do the cops want to talk to you?"

You shook your head, "No, I wasn't drunk or high and I didn't see the car. There's nothing I can tell them, I can give my statement whenever I want so I can get my insurance payout and that's the end of it."

"I'm sorry, if I hadn't pushed you to come out tonight, this wouldn't have happened." You could hear the guilt in Manny's voice.

"You couldn't have known, this isn't anyone's fault. I'm ok, really." You hoped you'd sounded convincing but the look on Manny's face told you something different, "I want nothing more than to have a nice hot shower, take a few pills and get some sleep. Please don't beat yourself up about this, it isn't your fault."

Manny smiled softly, "Ok I won't but you gotta let me check in on you over the next few days."

You sighed, "Sure, if it will make you feel better."

The rest of the ride was had in conversing about the TV show you missed and by the time you pulled up to your home, Manny was just as pissed as you, "How could he cheat on someone so amazing? With a woman like that too. What's wrong with him?"

You shrugged, "He's a worm with a moustache."

Manny chuckled, "Well, I'll watch the reruns with you tomorrow. I spoke to Bish while you were getting checked out and you've got the whole day with me."

You huffed, "You could have let me know that while we were still in the car, I would have gotten snacks."

Manny placed his hand on your lower back and walked you inside, "We can do that anytime, you need to get some rest."

****

The weight of the day hit you just as you threw on your sleep shirt and hobbled to bed. Manny placed the pillow under your knee and brushed a strand of hair from your face, "You good Querida?"

You nodded softly, "Yeah, very sore but other than that, I think I'll be fine, the shower did wonders."

Manny took a deep breath, unsure how to break the news he got while you were bathing, "The guy that hit you's been done five times for drunk driving. The club's on it now."

"Figures, that explains why he ran." You rubbed your face, "the fact that you said the club's on it makes me think the cops aren't interested."

Manny shook his head, "No, they're not. He used to be one of theirs. Do you need anything else? Name it and it's yours."

"Please stay, I don't want to be alone tonight." You regretted it the second you said it, you had agreed after that night to keep things simple.

Manny smiled softly, "Sure, you want me to take the couch or.."

"Here's fine, if you want to, that is, it's not weird to share a bed with a friend." The way that Manny was looking at you made you think you might be more than that.

"I'm pretty sure I still have a pair of sweatpants around from that time I helped you paint your kitchen, can I have a quick shower and change before I climb into your nice clean bed?" Manny was always so thoughtful.

You nodded, "You do, they're in the bottom drawer and thank you."

Manny smiled, "What are friends for."

Manny was quick, leaving the door open to talk to you while he washed up. His chest was bare when he emerged and you flicked your eyes right to his to avoid gawking, "I can throw on my shirt if you want?"

You shook your head, "No, that would defeat the purpose of showering. I've seen you shirtless plenty of times Manny."

Manny dropped the subject and climbed into bed next to you, "Are you comfortable?"

You thought for a minute before turning on your side and facing him, while Manny repositioned the pillow, "I am now."

Manny smiled softly, "Good." There was a pause as you stared at his chest just inches before you and then you made a decision, one of which Manny seemed to come to simultaneously because just as you went to nestle into his arms, he was stretching them out to wrap around your body.

Nothing was said as sleep came over you, not even a good night but you swore as the last bit of awareness faded that you heard an "I love you" whispered into your ear.

****

The next day was spent smoking weed and eating while Manny's attention stayed glued to the TV so he didn't miss one second of what led up to the big scandal you had told him all about. He got a phone call just after six and hurried to the backyard to take it, coming back with a small smile on his face, "I've got good news."

"Ok, what is it?" You could tell by his tone it wasn't good news for someone.

Many sat down and popped a chip in his mouth, "We found the guy that hit you. Needless to say, he won't be hitting anything in a very long time."

You exhaled through your nose and shook your head, "I don't want anyone getting into trouble for me."

Manny smiled, "He did it to himself, we just gave him a push. Well, Coco did, but everyone else helped."

You took a moment before making your next statement, "I heard you last night and we need to talk about it."

"I meant what I said and I'm not upset heard me. I know we agreed to let go of what happened that night but I don't want to and you almost dying hasn't exactly made it easier to keep my feelings to myself." He had moved closer to you, his leg almost touching yours.

"And if I return your feelings, what then?" You knew what would happen.

His hand came to stroke your cheek, "What do you think Querida?"

Your eyes close unconsciously at his gentle touch, "I love you Manny."

He leaned in, his lips barely brushing yours in a soft request for persimmon before you closed the gap and sealed your lips to his. When you pulled away, his pupils were blown so wide that there was hardly any brown left and his tongue darted out to lick his lip, "As much as I would like to keep this going and have a repeat of that night, I am very bruised and it's not going to be any fun."

Manny scrubbed his hand over his face and huffed, "You're right, plus, I want to watch the whole series before the next episode airs and we don't have a lot of time."

You pecked his cheek, "I love you."

His nose nuzzled your skin as he returned the gesture, "I love you too y/n."

Fin

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