#sad eyes guzman x turner reader

[whereslynx]

Antonio “Sad Eyes” Guzman getting jealous..

a/n: as per request, here’s a sad eye version. :) spooky version <—

pov: jamal and ruby flirts with you, not knowing sad eye was around.

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The low buzz of tattoo guns filled the small, dimly lit parlor as you sat on a worn leather couch, scrolling through your phone while Sad Eyes leaned over the counter, talking to his boy, the artist. The place smelled faintly of antiseptic and ink, and the walls were covered in framed tattoo designs—some intricate, others simple, but all bold.

Sad Eyes was getting a new piece done today, nothing too crazy, just something he’d been thinking about for a while. You were just here for the moral support, but honestly, you didn’t mind. You liked the quiet, gritty atmosphere of the shop.

The door swung open, and you looked up to see Jamal and Ruby walking in, talking animatedly about something along the lines of ‘Rollerworld money’ and ‘Why would a clue be in a tattoo parlor?’ until they spotted you. Their chatter died down immediately, and their eyes widened in sync. You didn’t know Ruby and Jamal too well, but you did know them through Cesar and they were most certainly not old enough to get a tattoo.

“Oh, hey,” Ruby stammered, giving you a wide grin as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Jamal’s mouth had already opened, ready to fire off some kind of compliment. “Damn, you looking even better than the last time I saw you,” he said with a playful smirk, strutting over like he was some kind of smooth operator.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “You two know where you are, right?” you teased, gesturing to the very serious, very inked-up people in the shop. “What’re you doing here?”

Ruby puffed his chest out a little, trying to act cool. “Just…you know, checking the place out. Cesar said this was the best spot in Freeridge. Jamal nodded enthusiastically, still staring at you. “Yeah, but like, we were hoping you’d give us a tour or something. Y’know, personal touch.”

You laughed outright this time, unable to help yourself. “Come back when you’re allowed to get a tattoo without your mamá’s permission,” you teased, your tone light but laced with just enough sarcasm to make them shift uncomfortably.

Jamal tried to recover, puffing out his chest and flashing a grin that didn’t quite meet his eyes. “I don’t need permission, I’m practically grown,” he shot back, but the crack in his voice gave him away. Ruby, on the other hand, was already rubbing the back of his neck, clearly regretting their little stunt as he shuffled his feet, avoiding your gaze.

“You sure about that?” you quipped, giving him a knowing smirk. “Pretty sure last time I saw you, your mom was still packing your lunch.”

Jamal’s confidence wavered as his bravado slipped, and Ruby gave him a nudge as if to say, Abort mission. The faint buzzing of the tattoo machine hummed in the background, adding to the awkward silence as they both glanced around, clearly realizing they were out of their league here.

Before you could respond, the tattoo artist’s voice cut through the buzzing of the machines. “Y’all sure you wanna get at Sad Eyes’ girl like that?” His tone was casual, but there was an unmistakable edge of warning in it. The artist didn’t even bother looking directly at the boys—his eyes were focused on the mirror hanging on the far wall, where Sad Eyes stood leaning against the counter, arms crossed, eyebrow cocked in amusement.

Sad Eyes wasn’t even angry—he didn’t need to be. The casual tilt of his head and the way his lips quirked up ever so slightly in amusement were enough to make most people rethink their actions. Despite the lack of any visible aggression, his presence carried weight, a quiet authority that spoke louder than words.

The boys, however, had yet to notice him. They were still standing there, oblivious to the fact that they were digging their own graves. Jamal had his mouth half-open, likely ready to fire off another awkward attempt at flirting, while Ruby was still shifting nervously on his feet, his false bravado starting to crumble. They hadn’t yet realized the attention of the whole room had shifted toward them—and to Sad Eyes, waiting behind them like a silent storm.

Ruby cleared his throat, on his road to recovery from his big ego crash, “You know, I could take care of you—“

“Yeah?” a low voice cut in, smooth but laced with subtle authority. Jamal’s face froze mid-flirt, his cocky grin evaporating as Sad Eyes strolled over from the corner, tilting his head just enough to seem intrigued but with that unmistakable edge that made anyone think twice. His steps were slow, calculated, like he wasn’t in any hurry—because he didn’t need to be. The room had already gone quiet, the faint buzz of tattoo machines the only background noise.

Sad Eyes stood tall as he closed the distance, eyes glancing down at Jamal and Ruby with a quiet amusement. “You sure about that?” he asked, his voice low and easy, almost teasing, but heavy enough to make both boys stiffen.

The tattoo artist leaned back in his chair, arms folded, a grin tugging at his lips as if the whole thing was the best entertainment he’d had all day. “This is gonna be good,” he muttered under his breath, shooting you a knowing glance.

Ruby’s earlier confidence dissolved in an instant, his shoulders shrinking as he held his hands up like he was surrendering to the cops. “No, no, no, man, we—we’re just messing around,” he stammered, his voice a little higher than usual, like he was hoping Sad Eyes wasn’t about to knock him out.

Sad Eyes chuckled, the sound deep and nonchalant, as he stepped even closer, his shadow falling over the boys. He wasn’t in their face, but the proximity was enough to send the message. “Uh-huh. Thought so,” he said, his calm tone making it clear that the joke was over. He gave Jamal a pointed look, waiting for him to fold, which he did almost immediately.

Jamal, in all his awkward panic, grabbed Ruby by the collar, practically dragging him toward the door. “Nah, man, we’re just leaving, don’t even worry,” Ruby sputtered, his feet barely catching up with the speed of his retreat as they scrambled out of the shop, heads low.

Sad Eyes watched them go, shaking his head with a smirk before turning back to you. His expression softened instantly as he sat down next to you, his whole demeanor relaxing as if none of what just happened had phased him in the slightest. “I swear, they don’t know what they’re doing,” he said, his voice dropping back to that familiar warmth as he reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You grinned, nudging his shoulder with yours, the corner of your mouth tugging up in amusement. “You know they’re harmless,” you teased, rolling your eyes at the memory of the boys’ awkward flirting. “Just some kids with big egos.”

Sad Eyes leaned back on the worn couch, his arm draping casually over your shoulder as he let out a soft chuckle. His fingers traced light circles on your arm, and you felt the easy warmth of his presence settle around you. The tattoo artist called him over with a nod, signaling that it was time to get back to work.

“Still, can’t blame ‘em for trying,” Sad Eyes murmured, brushing his thumb softly along your jaw before he stood, leaving a brief, lingering warmth in its place. He gave you a lazy, confident smile, the kind that always made your heart skip a beat. “But they’ll learn.”

You laughed softly, watching as he sauntered back to the tattoo chair, his steps slow, unhurried, that familiar swagger in every move he made. There was no doubt in your mind—he had the whole situation under control, and it was clear he didn’t mind making sure everyone else knew it too.

As you settled back into the couch, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of warmth wash over you, knowing that no matter how chill he seemed, Sad Eyes always had your back in his own quiet, protective way. And that, more than anything, made you feel safe and loved in his world.

[sincerelyasomebody]

Bound To Happen || Jose "Sad Eyes" Guzman

(GIF Credit: @merakiaes)

A/N: A requested piece! My first requested piece, which I hope lives up to your expectations. Mrs Turner's name will be Lynn. Unsure if it's been mentioned in the show. Also the text exchange has been included in the word count - the lesser amount is if it were not included. Hopefully, that makes sense. Apologises for grammatical errors. Feel free to let me know about any corrections I need to make with the Spanish translations, thanks!. 

Pairing(s): Sad Eyes x Turner!Reader ▪︎ Jamal Turner x Sister!Reader ▪︎ Turner!Family x Turner!Reader 

Requested: By @briannab1234

Summary: Relaxation comes in different forms.

Warnings: fluff, language, mentions of 19th Street incident with DJ's, playlist of songs, slightly smutty?, steamy make out, talks of murder, 

Word Count: 1423 ¤ 1409

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(Y/N) bopped her head along to 3LW's Playas Gon' Play echoing through her portable speaker as she carried it and her phone into the kitchen. Carefully placing the two on the counter she searched through the fridge, trying to find the food she had hidden in a container at the back. As soon as (Y/N) heard the theme song for The Goonies cut through the second verse, she didn't need to see the name on the screen to know who was calling. 

She disconnected her bluetooth, pressed the green button and put it on loud speaker, and answered, "hey."

"A sum of thirty five dollars is owing on your account, please transfer funds effective immediately. Thank you."

At the sound of a beep, (Y/N) stared at her phone for a few seconds before laughing. Her brother was something else. She logged into her (bank) app and made the transfer. Thankfully they were with the same bank. Once it was finalised, she sent a confirmation message. 

(Y/N)

Owing balance has been cleared.

She then proceeded to reconnect her phone to the speaker and clicked shuffle on her most recent playlist. She grinned upon hearing Love Like This by Faith Evans playing. Swaying her hips, she grabbed the container and popped it into the microwave for a couple of minutes. 

Feeling a familiar pair of arms wrap across her body, she laughed, "was I away too long?"  

Jose kissed the top of her head, "yes."

"So needy," she giggled and turned to face him, reaching out and pinching his cheeks, "such a needy baby," she puckered her lips, "beso." 

He snickered, but gave into her demand. His hands wandered down her back, deepening the simple kiss. They eventually found their way to her ass, giving it a squeeze. (Y/N) allowed him to take control as her own hands wandered up and down his solid body. The kiss lasted a lot shorter than she anticipated, causing a whine to fall from her lips.

"What's the matter, mi amor?" 

She pouted, "nothing." 

Laughing, he squeezed her hips, "aw, looks like somebody's a needy baby," he moved his hand to tilt her chin up, "who's a needy baby?" 

She huffed, "I'm the needy baby," she was given a peck to the forehead, "but you love me." 

"Always, baby." 

They held each other close, enjoying the calm atmosphere surrounding them. They had the house to themselves and were going to take full advantage of it. (Y/N) only removed herself from the embrace when the microwave beeped and TLC's No Scrubs hit a blimp. 

She glanced over at her phone and pressed her messages. 

Jamal

Enjoy the rest of your day. 

"Who's on watch?" She asked, popping open the microwave. 

Since the 19th Street attack on her dad and his business, Spooky had Santos members watching the house. The image of her father on that night is something (Y/N) would never forget. She was relieved to know that he, as well as the business, would recover but she was upset at the way 19th Street tried to assert their dominance, now that the Prophet$ were out of the picture. 

The only thing stopping her from beating up a couple of punk ass bitches, was her conscious reminding her that igniting a gang war wouldn't be the answer. The upside to the incident was getting time off from the hospital to take care of her father (she temporarily moved back in) as well as spend time with Jose. When she came clean to her family about him being her boyfriend, Jamal had leapt off the couch in the living room; did his victory dance and practically shoved his hand into their parents faces. 

(Y/N) couldn't believe that they had a betting pool about her and Jose, but they simply shrugged her off and claimed it was bound to happen - she had fallen into the 'best friends who become more' category. But, it was a place she was more than happy to be. 

"Joker," he said, bumping his hip with hers, grabbing a tea towel and placing it on her hands, "quit doin' that shit." 

She had a habit of grabbing things out of the oven or microwave without anything protecting her hands. With an eye roll, she accepted the tea towel, "okay, okay." he watched as she covered her hands and pulled out the container. Before he could grab some plates, she put a fork in his hand. 

"Maldito perezoso."

"Shut up," she replied and shoved a forkful of the stir fry into her mouth, "if you wanna wash more dishes, go ahead." 

He gently tapped her cheek, "don't talk with your mouth full," he clicked his tongue, when she opened her mouth wider to show off the chewed up pieces of food, "(Y/N)!" She laughed, but her laughter turned into a coughing fit. Luckily, Jose knew that was bound to happen and held out a glass of water for her. (Y/N) gulped it down, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned happily, "you're the best." 

Shaking his head, he helped himself to some of the stir fry, "and you're something else." 

They continued to eat and chat about different topics; their families, Santos business (they had a non-disclosure agreement), and a few of (Y/N)'s  gossiping coworkers. When they were done, they quickly rinsed their hands off in the sink and wiped them on the tea towel. (Y/N) then dumped the empty container and their forks into the sink. Dip It Low by Christina Milian started to play, which gave her an idea. Her hands trailed up and down his chest, Jose groaned as they wandered lower. She giggled at his reaction and turned around, moving to grind on him. Feeling him getting hard, she continued. 

"Si sigues con esto, ya sabes qué pasará," he groaned, gripping her hips.

(Y/N) turned back around and stared up at him, her eyes innocently peering into his, "is it too soon for round three?"

Without a second thought, he lifted her onto the counter. (Y/N) caressed his head with one hand, while the other switched off the music. He moved to suck on her collarbone, earning a moan of approval. She tugged on his shirt and admired his toned body when the shirt was thrown off. Jose smirked, as he connected his lips with hers, helping her to get rid of the tank top she was wearing. 

He watched as her boobs bounced, before cupping them both. Taking a nipple in his mouth and fondling with the other, sent (Y/N) into a state of bliss. When Jose turned his attention to the other nipple, she clutched the back of his head.

"Baby," she moaned.

The sound of something dropping followed by a shout of, "OH HELL NO!" is what alerted the couple that they weren't alone anymore. (Y/N) pushed Jose off her, throwing on her tank top and hopped off the counter. She hid herself behind him, peering around his arm to see the bewildered expressions on both her parents faces. Although, her dad looked like he wanted to murder Jose.

Like the smartass she was, she blurted, "mum said no cussing in the house." As soon as she said that, she hid herself fully behind Jose. 

"(Y/N) (M/N) Turner, front and centre." Dwayne called out to his daughter, when she followed through he continued, "you're sanitising everything in this kitchen," his eyes trailed over to Jose, "you're helping her, and the next time you're both feeling… frisky - just… you're gonna, you know… you understand me?" 

Lynn stepped in, "we understand the sexual desires -" 

"No, mum, please, don't." 

"I know it's an awkward subject to discuss -" 

(Y/N) cut her off, "especially in front of my boyfriend." 

"And father," Dwayne chimed in. 

"- but, it's completely natural." She continued.

"Okay, mum thanks for that," (Y/N) wanted to crawl underneath a rock, "anyway, we've got some stuff to do," noticing her father's watchful eye, she laughed, "non-sexual stuff, dad." 

Dwayne wasn't convinced.

Lynn pulled her husband towards the hallway, "come on, let's leave them to it." As they walked off, they could hear Dwayne telling his wife that he was right to be suspicious of the skinny kid who offered his daughter a toy car to play with back in the first grade. Once they were out of view, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around Jose's waist. 

"Round three in the shower?" 

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Spanish Translation(s): 

Beso - kiss

Maldito perezoso - lazy ass

Si sigues con esto, ya sabes qué pasará - if you keep this up, you know what's gonna happen.

[imanerdychubbyqueen]

One Night Stand  Sad Eyes x Black/Hispanic  Plus Size Reader!!

warnings: Smut 18+, choking, Angst. 

Please let me know what y’all think, I want to thank @multiyfandomgirl40​ and @lady-pswrld​ for their help, it means a lot. 

P.S. All my Ocs will be Black/Hispanic Plus Size, Because Plus Size Woman deserve love too!!. Here we go!!

There's some grammar mistakes, Beware!!!!

GIF Creator: @merakiaes​

 Ashanti was sitting on the toilet, staring at the pregnancy test she took just 5 minutes ago, she was glad her parents Dwayne and Stacy and her little brother  Jamal, weren’t home because if they were, they wouldn't have liked  the results that the pregnancy test showed. Standing up and putting the test on the piece of toilet paper she ripped from the toilet paper earlier, she washed her hands, grabbing the test and heading to her room. Closing her bedroom door, Ashanti places the test in her safety deposit box, before laying on the bed, as Ashanti turns over, cuddling with her pillow, wiping her tears away, she starts to think about that one night. 

Ashanti was on her bed watching The Vampire Diaries, as a celebration for herself, she recently graduated college with her Bachelors Degree in Software Engineering, a month ago and two days ago she got hired to work for Google at home, and since it was peaceful at home, she decided to order pizza and binge watch the diaries, but was interrupted by a call from her best friend of 15 years, Monica Guzman. 

“Hello.” Ashanti says, after chewing the piece of pizza that was in her both.“Whats up Bitchh” Mariana  yells over the phone. “Nothing just chilling.” Ashanti pausing her show. “Well chilling time is over cause we are about to go to Oscars party.” Mariana picking her outfit, after looking thru her closet she decides on a pair of Levis 501 pants with a white crop top with  one of her boyfriend, Jokers Black and white flannels with air force ones and a gold chain, that Joker brought her for their 5 year anniversary. “Mari, really I don't like partying.” Ashanti silently  groans, moving from a lying position to a sitting up position. “SIS we just graduated college and we were both hired from  our dream jobs, if that isn't something to party about then i don't know what is.” Mariana  fixing her hair after getting dressed. “Mari I don't know.” Ashanti looking at her nails. “Sad Eyes is going to be there.” Monica convinces Ashanti. “So??, hie is dating Andrea Ramos' ' Ashanti mocking Andreas' voice. “ Not anymore, I don't think, Just pleasee comeee pretty please. '' Mariana begs. “Fineee.” Ashanti gives in. “Great, so Joker is picking me and my brother up first, so ill say about 30 minutes we should be at your place and also, wear something sexy!!” Mariana putting her on speaker. “I don't have anything Sexy!” Ashanti getting up from her bed and walking towards her closet. “Yes you do, you have the 2 piece yellow set, the one with a crop top and matching short skirt and wear you're black vans.” Mariana  instructs Asthanti. “Okay, I found It” Ashanti finds the 2 piece outfit under the chest box in her closet in the Ross shopping bag she hid from her dad. “Alright see you in 30.” Mariana  says. “Bye.” Ashanti replies , before ending the call. Picking up the box from her bed and heading to the kitchen, placing it in the fridge and closing the fridge door, she heads to the front door and the back door making sure they are both locked before heading back to her room and grabbing her black towel and running to the bathroom, locking the bathroom door once As Ashanti got inside, turning on the shower, she hangs up the towel while the shower gets hot before stepping inside shower, washing her body and wetting her hair since she washed it yesterday, she starts to rinse her off when she quickly remembers she needs to shave her legs, grabbing her men razor and her shaving cream she quickly but carefully starts to shave her legs, after spending 15 minutes in the shower, Ashanti turns off the shower, grabbing her towel drying off her body before exiting the shower, stepping on the mat and the towel they use on the floor. Reaching  the sink, She grabs her hair products from the sink cabinets that's located under the sink, and putting them next to the sink before getting up and opening and grabbing some gel spreading to her hair evenly, before checking the final result in the mirror, noticing she missed a few stands, Ashanti grabs a smaller amount than before playing the gel on those strands she miss before smiling at the end result, washing her hands, and putting her hair products away.

 Unlocking the door and jogs to her room, Ashanti quickly hangs up her towel, before walking to her outfit that was laying on her nightstand, grabbing her yellow lacy set, she brought from Torrid she quickly puts it on, then her skirt, crop top and finally her socks before putting her shoes on, Grabbing her lanyard which contain her house key and car key and her new Employee Id for Google, before shutting her tv off and fixing her queen size bed with black comforter set covering it. Taking a small glance around the room making sure everything was shut off and checking the bathroom, she heads outside opening and closing the door before locking it with her key. The minute she turned around Joker's car was already on the sidewalk waiting for her. “Hurryy upp” Mariana  yells, making Ashanti jog towards his car, getting inside once Sad Eyes steps out to let her in. “Thank you Joker for picking me up.” Ashanti yells. ‘You know I got you, you're family.” Joker says. Turning her attention to Sad Eyes, aka Angel Guzman, Mariana’s brother, she thinks about all the times he used to drive her and Mariana to the liquor store to get snacks for their sleepover, and how she would buy him a coke as a thank you, how he would smile at her making her blush like a schoolgirl, Mariana finally found out her best friend has a crush on her brother when Ashanti told her on a dare, of course like every girl who has a brother thinks EWW!! But later Mariana was glad it was her best friend, somebody who knows how to treat someone unlike Andrea Ramos. Ashanti didn't realize they were there until Sad Eyes tapped on her shoulder. “Are you coming Ash or are you going to sit in this car and stare off in the distance?” Sad Eyes chuckles. Seeing Sad Eyes giving both of his hands to help her out of the car made her start to feel like a schoolgirl over again. “They're here!! Freeridge newest College graduates Ashanti Turner and Mariana Guzman!!”Oscar Diaz, aka Spooky shouts out with a beer in the air in his left hand, once they made their appearance on Oscar's lawn. “Congratulations!! Proud of you!!” Oscar kissing both their foreheads before heading back to his Reina of 4 years Letty Mendez. “Gracias.” Both girls shout so he can hear them. Walking behind Joker and Mariana while Sad Eyes is walking beside her, she felt out of place, since some of Andrea's friends here giving her a glare once they saw her walking next to Sad Eyes. Sad Eyes must have felt her discomfort, grabbing her hand and bringing to his lips and giving it a kiss before saying “It will be okay, enjoy the party it's for you anyway, you and Mariana!!”. 2 hours have passed since arriving to the party  and after dancing with Mariana, shaking her ass, letting loose.

Ashanti decides to take a break for herself and grabs a Modelo and heads to the porch in front of Oscars front door, taking a seat and sipping here and there, Ashanti thinks back to the past how far she's overcome, but is interrupted by a voice. “Can I join you?” a voice asks, making Ashanti turning her head and looking up. “Oh sure, if you want?” Ashanti asks, regretting what she just said instantly hitting her forehead with the palm of her left hand. “You're cute” Sad Eyes chuckles, looking at how embarrassed she might have felt right now. “Me??’ Ashanti pointed to herself after looking around to make sure it was her he was talking about. “Yes you” Sad Eyes takes a sip of his beer. “You shouldn't be saying that stuff when you're with someone else .” Ashanti looks at Sad Eyes. “It's complicated.” Sad Eyes looking down at his shoes. “What do you mean complicated?” Ashanti uses air quotes for the word Complicated. “I feel like she's using me, to  buy her clothes and shoes or whatever she wants , and also to show off to other girls that she's with me, that I'm taken.” Sad Eyes looking up at Ashanti. “I'm sorry. “ Ashanti put a piece of strand of her curly hair in front of her face. “Don't be. It's not your fault.” Sad Eyes putting that strand of hair in front of her curly hair behind her ear “Don't hide your beautiful face Mamas.” Making Ashanti giggle. “Can I kiss you Ashanti Marie Turner?” Sad Eyes putting his hand under her chin making her look at him. “I don't think t-that's -” Ashanti stutters. “Please just this once.” Sad Eyes looks at her. Ashanti nods. Getting her confirmation, Sad Eyes craved more the minute his lips landed on hers, taking matters into his own hands he slowly leaned in again for a full blow kiss, after receiving a reaction from her he smirked slightly as his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her closer, Ashanti wraps her arms around his neck,  unhooking one arm from his neck, she places her hand on his right cheek, then her other hand on his left cheek, bringing him so much closer now, as both of these two were to focusing on fighting Dominance in this makeout session on the front porch, that they didn't hear Joker and Mariana coming towards them. “Are you guys  ready to go home??” Joker asks, while waving his arm that wasn't around Mariana's neck, making Sad Eyes and Ashanti pull away from each other quickly. “Did we interrupt Something?” Mariana smirked, as she can tell they were kissing by the way their lips were looking. “No,No” Both Ashanti and Sad Eyes say, shaking their heads. Monica nods her head, knowing they are lying. “You guys ready??” Joker asks one more time. “Yes” Ashanti and Sad Eyes both reply. Getting up from the porch and walking behind Joker and Mariana, Both Sad Eyes and Ashanti can feel the sexual tension rising as both of them walk beside each other. Getting in and sitting behind Sad Eyes Ashanti blushes at their little make out session. Parking next to the sidewalk in front of her house, Ashanti stepped out of Jokers car after giving Mariana her kisses on her cheek before patting Joker on the bed and stepping out once Sad Eyes got up and opened his door and stepping out, once she was finally out of the car, she looks at Sad Eyes and says as Mariana and Joker look at her, “Sad Eyes do you want to come in, my parents are gone and Jamal's at Ruby's for the night. “ fidgeting with her fingers, once she hears a car door open she looks up, seeing Sad Eyes standing in front of her and says” Yes!!” Sad Eyes chuckles, making Ashanti laugh, walking along the sidewalk towards her front door, they hear Joker scream “Use protection.” Making Mariana hit  him on his shoulder before pulling away and driving down the road, Reaching her door, Ashanti walks in front of Sad Eyes, enters her home, and turns around and watches Sad Eyes close the door and locks it before leading him to her bedroom, to watch a movie on Netflix.

Picking The Lodge as the movie they would watch , after she changes to her pink pajamas set, with a soft comfy tank top and a soft and comfy pair of shorts, Ashanti pulls back her covers and slips in and wait for Sad Eyes whos in the bathroom, to start the movie. Hearing the bathroom door open Ashanti pulls back the covers over her so she is mostly covered, and watches as Sad Eyes enters her room and closes and locks her bedroom door, before slipping in her bed next to her. “What are we watching?” Sad Eyes asks , looking at her tv with one of his arms behind his head, and the other one laying across her stomach. “It's called the Lodge, about a woman who babysits her boyfriend's kids while he has to go on a business trip I think.” Ashanti squinting one eye, trying to remember what it said for the movie description. Sad Eyes nods his head, taking in what Ashanti just said, before pressing play. Half an hour in the movie, Ashanti was laying down, with the covers covering her face, just to be prepared for the jump scares. Ashanti jumps as the scary scene pops up on scene, making her yelp and Sad Eyes chuckling, touching Ashanti thigh rubbing back and forth as sign that she's okay, feeling his hand move back and forth on her thigh, Ashanti starts to felt tingling down in her pussy , Ashanti was a virgin, but tonight she wouldn't be anymore. As Sad Eyes turned his attention away from the movie, looking at Ashanti as she was looking back at him, they both could feel the sexual tension, but before anything happened Sad Eyes said “One night, that's all i can offer you Ashanti.” Ashanti nods understanding this is a one-time thing. Sad Eyes turned to the body, laying on his side facing her, looking at her, putting his hand under Ashanti's chin, making her look up at him, leaning in Sad Eyes kisses her lips softly, Ashanti puts her hands behind his neck, Rubbing the back of his head up and down. Sad Eyes, moves from her lips to her neck, kissing it roughly, before sucking it, creating a hickey. Ashanti moans, tilting her head back at the movement, giving him more access's, which he granted. Removing her hands from his neck, moving them down his shirt until she reached the bottom of it, she pulls it up, signaling him to take it off, Sad Eyes stops sucking her neck, getting up from her, sitting up on his knees pulling the shirt over his head, throwing it across her room once it was fully off, before going back down sucking on her neck, kissing up from her neck down to her pussy, stopping it, once he reaches her skirt.Pulling her crop top up and exposing her yellow lacey bra, pulling the bra down freeing her breasts out, squeezing them, rubbing her nipples, pulling them as Sad Eyes places kisses from her neck to below her belly button before stopping in front of her skirt, making her tilt her head back, lifting her stomach. Looking up at Ashanti, Sad Eyes asks for permission to remove her shorts, threw his eyes putting his hands on her waist, once Ashanti gave him a nod as a yes, he wastes no time then pulling each side of the shorts down, until they reach her ankles, yanking them off of her, he throws it across the room. Looking back at Ashanti, Sad Eyes Pulls her legs apart from each other, before kissing her from ankles on both legs  to the inside of her thighs on both legs.pulling her underwear to the side, Sad Eyes looks at her one more time, sending her his sexiest smirk, before sticking his long tongue inside her pussy, diving in, putting his arms underneath, her thighs earning a squeal from Ashanti, pulling her closer to him, giving his tongue more access to her black/ pink pussy. Ashanti felt wave of pleasure hitting her, once Sad Eyes stuck his tongue inside of her. ”F-Fuck Angel” Ashanti moans, traveling her hands to her breast before squeezing them, playing with her nipples with her middle finger.”You like that mamas” Sad Eyes words sending a vibration through her body. ”Fuckkk you taste so good, You taste like strawberries my favorite.” He says, adding a finger while he licks her pussy. “A-Angel I’m about to cum!!” Ashanti moans, lifting her stomach up. ”Yeah, you gonna cum for papi, Fuck the more I taste you the harder I get” Sad Eyes feeling his boner growing each lick he licks.“Yeah??!! I want to feel you in my mouth!!, I want to taste you papi” Ashanti tilting her head back. "You will mamas, But first you gotta cum for papi, can you cum for papi??!!” Sad Eyes sticking his long thick fingers in her pussy moving in and out at a rapid pace. `Yes, Yes I can” Ashanti feeling her release coming. Ashanti's body starts to shake, as Sad Eyes sticks his tongue on her, slurping all of her juices in his mouth. Ashanti tries to calm down her breathing after feeling her first release, Sad Eyes looks over at her laughing a little bit. “How do you feel??” Sad Eyes, asks standing up, moving to her side of the bed. “Amazing but it’s your turn now” Ashanti gets on her knees, crawling towards Sad Eyes on the bed, reaching him Ashanti wraps her small , yellow manicured nails around his long thick cock, before looking up at him through her eyes lashes.``Your soo big” Ashanti looks down at his cock, moving her hand up and down, making Sad Eyes groan. “Stop teasing Ash, put it in your mouth baby, stop being a tease, show papi how deep you can swallow my cock!!” Sad Eyes looks down at her. Without a warning, Ashanti places his cock in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat moving her head up and down slowly at first before speeding up. Sad Eyes brings a hand to her hair, grabbing a fistful before moving her head faster and faster. “F-Fuck look at the good girl, how she can suck a cock just like a porn star!! I bet you mom and dad don’t know how much of a freak their daughter is huh??” Sad Eyes leaning his head back.Ashanti moans, sending vibrations to Sad Eyes body, looking down at her, he can see tears coming out of her eyes, making him almost releasing. F-Fuck baby, Your gonna make me release in your mouth.” “Do it” Ashanti mumbles, pulling Sad Eyes closer to her, grabbing the back of his thighs, pushing them forward towards her. “No, I want to feel how much of a freak you can be!” Sad Eyes, pulling his cock out of her mouth, Ashanti felt some spit drip down from her mouth to the floor. Sad Eyes picks her up, throwing her on her stomach, Ashanti already knows this position she saw it so many times on Pornhub, arching her body, waiting for him. Sad Eyes taking in the view, slowly hands his hands down from  her back to her ass, Smacking each ass cheeks until each ass cheeks is turning red before leaning forward, his top carefully lays on top of her off, whispering in her ear. “You are not allowed to cum until I do??!! Understand!! IF YOU DO, papi will destroy that tight little pussy of yours so rough, that you won’t be able to leave your bed for weeks.” Sad Eyes commands, kissing her cheek before grabbing her waist pulling her closer to him. Sad Eyes wasted no time and slammed into her, Ashanti moans the feeling of him going in and out making her throw her head back, grabbing a fistful of her hair, pounding into her fast and rough, Sad Eyes groans, feeling her clench around his cock like a little pornstar would, ”F-Fuck Ashanti who knew the little good girl had some bomb ass pussy.” Sad Eyes chuckles. ”Yess papi!!” Ashanti biting her lip, trying to hide her moan. ”Don't be shy, Let those moans out baby, let you're neighbors know who's fucking you so good!!” Sad Eyes wrapping his other hand around her neck, choking a little bit. ”F-Fuck Angel, I'm about to cumm” Ashanti whimpers. ”Dammm you love to be choked too, dammn you're a freak for sure!!, HOLD THAT SHIT UNDERSTAND!!” Sad Eyes grunts, feeling his release approaching. ”I-I-I can't hold it any longer” Ashanti cries in pleasure. ”FUCKK HERE IT COMES BABY!!” Sad Eyes, growls, spilling all his cum inside of her, painting her walls white ” Cum for papi.”Hearing Sad Eyes, giving her permission, Ashanti waiting no time cumming so hard she and his cum mixed together inside of her and on his cock. Pulling out of Ashanti, Sad Eyes watches as Her body lay flat, while she was still gripping the sheets, chuckling at the sight, before heading to the bathroom and grabbing a washcloth from her bathroom and wetting two towels from the sink and wiping himself before heading back to Ashanti wiping her down with the we towel before placing her under the covers, closing her bedroom door he heads back to the bed, laying next to her, he watches her turn over and look at him. ”What??!!” Sad Eyes laughs. ”Thank you for being my first.” Ashanti says, caressing his cheek. ”Wait you're joking right.” Sad Eyes gasps. ”No I'm not.” Ashanti shaking her head. Sad Eyes gets up and checks the covers, not seeing any blood, he pushes the blankets back, seeing a big red spot on the mattress. ”Fuck, why didn't you tell me??!!, I wouldn't have been so rough on you.” Sad Eyes exclaims. ”I knew if I did you wouldn't have done it, besides I wanted it rough. ” Ashanti taking the blankets off the bed. ”But the way you suck my cock and the stuff you did, people who aren't virgins Don't really do what you did.” putting his hands on his waist. ”There's porn websites like Pornhub, redtube.” Ashanti placed the old blankets in the hamper in her room, grabbing new sheets from her closet. ”Fuck, I don't know what to say” Sad Eyes helping her make the bed. ”Don't say anything, Don't beat yourself up, I love the way you fucked me, even if it's one night.” Ashanti placed a kiss on his cheek stepping on her tiptoes. ”Is it bad that I want another round but this time in you're shower?” Sad Eyes looks down at her. ”No, Because I was thinking the same thing.” Ashanti giggling. ”Well in that case.” picking her up, opening her bedroom door, walking her to the shower closing the door behind them, after making her bed. After they finished around 2, they finished round 3 in the kitchen, Sad Eyes fucking her over the sink. As the night processed, neither one of them didn't realize the risk of not using the protection. 

*Next Morning* 

Ashanti woke up, to her front door being opened, and closing, hearing her parents, brother's voice, she starts to panic thinking that Sad Eyes was still here, turning over and seeing the side he slept on empty, she calmed down, but she knew it was just for one night but she still felt a little upset that he did leave, even though she agreed to it. 

*ending* 

Ashanti knew how much fun it would be , inviting him in her home, but what she didn't know was how much drama would enter her life by having one night of fun. 

Ashanti looks at her phone, staring at the number she just typed in, debating on calling the person, Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly, opening her eyes. She clicks on the phone icon before putting the phone to her ear, waiting for the other person to answer, after the phone rang for a second time someone picks it up. ”Hello?” The person on the other side of the phone call asks. 

”Hey it's me, can we meet up and talk, it's really important ” Ashanti tried not to sound upset. . ”Yeah, I'll come over tomorrow at 2 is that okay.” the other voice answers. ” See you then.” Ashanti replies before hanging up the phone, placing her phone by her side, looking at her fingers, letting the tears fall down her beautiful brown face. 

@thewarriorprincessxo​ @firebenderwolf​ @sincerelyasomebody​ @imaginetrahs​

[firebenderwolf]

MASTERLIST

*smut   

ON MY BLOCK

-Sad Eyes x Oscar

Secret Love

Suffered Paid

Family

Everything Else\/

NIGHTMARE (Cesar and Oscar)

PROTECTER (Cesar and Oscar)

I LOVE YOU MAÑO (Cesar and Oscar)

SECRETS (Cesar and Oscar)

FOREVER AND ALWAYS (Cesar x Reader):

Part 1

CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE (Oscar x Reader)

Saying I Need You (Oscar x Reader)

REST (Oscar x Reader)

I GOT YOU (Oscar x Reader)

HERE (Oscar x Reader)

OUR NEW LIFE (Oscar x Reader)

BAD BLOOD (Oscar x Reader)

Part 1

RESPECT (Oscar x Reader) * -not real smut but sorta smut-

Happy anniversary (Oscar x Reader)*

BY YOUR SIDE (Sad Eyes x Reader)

TEASE (Sad Eyes x Reader)*

HURTING (Sad Eyes x Reader)

AROUSED (Sad Eyes x Reader)

TURNER-GUZMAN SERIES

Truth (Part 1)

Pain (Part 2)

Recovery (Part 3)

Sad Eyes x Reader x Oso Series

Hostages

Power Rangers

Levi x Reader, Thats my Girl

On My Block

Alex x Reader

Chicago Fire

Prove It (Joe Cruz x Reader + Leon)

Don't Do This (Joe Cruz x Reader + Leon Cruz)

DESCENDANTS

Jay x GIL

Part 1

Mayans MC

Brothers (EZ and Angel Reyes)

Hey Brother (EZ and Angel Reyes) Song Fic

Ruca Rumble (Headcannon)

[whereslynx]

Yn is recently working at Dwaynes, Jamal has to show her everything. Sad Eyes and some other Santo come in and Jamal tries to warn yn that they are in a gang (but she is also a Santo, with tattoo on her belly) and Sad Eyes is her man. Like a funny one 😚

a/n: i can just imagine jamal’s reaction HAHAHAHA

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The smell of fried food and burgers sizzling on the grill filled the air inside Dwayne’s, the local spot for late-night cravings and hangout sessions. You’d been working there for just a few days now, and today you were partnered with Jamal, who had been tasked with showing you the ropes. The apron he wore was already stained from the lunchtime rush, but he was too focused on explaining the intricacies of the soda machine to notice.

“Now, the secret,” Jamal said, waving a fry around like a pointer, “is to pull the lever halfway for just the right amount of fizz. If you go too far, it’ll explode, and trust me—you don’t wanna be mopping up sticky soda for the next hour. You followin’ me?”

You smiled, nodding along as he spoke, though your mind was elsewhere. Working at Dwayne’s was fun and all, but your real life happened outside these walls. The life that most people here had no idea about—the life of a Santo. And your man, Sad Eyes, was about as Santo as it got. You absently tugged at your shirt, making sure it covered the tattoo on your stomach—a symbol of the gang that only those who knew what to look for would recognize.

Jamal was still rambling, now moving on to the intricacies of how to properly fold napkins for customers. “And always double up on napkins if they get fries. Trust me, people go crazy with the ketchup around here.”

You were about to reply when the door jingled, and in walked Sad Eyes with a few of the Santos crew. Instantly, the atmosphere in the diner shifted. Sad Eyes was wearing his usual laid-back smirk, hands in his pockets, his tattoos on full display. The other Santos followed behind him, each with that confident swagger that could make a whole room take notice. The way they walked in was like they owned the place—and, to be fair, they sort of did. Everyone knew better than to mess with them.

Jamal’s eyes widened as soon as they entered, and he practically froze mid-sentence. His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned toward you, a little too dramatically. “Yo, Y/N, you see those guys? They’re in a gang. Dangerous types.”

You raised an eyebrow, suppressing a laugh. Jamal didn’t know who he was talking to.

“They come in here all the time, but you gotta be careful,” Jamal continued, still whispering like he was in on some secret spy mission. “Especially that one in the front—the one with the serious face. I think they call him Sad Eyes.”

Your lips twitched at that. Sad Eyes? Serious? The same man who once spent an entire afternoon cracking dumb jokes and stealing fries off your plate? You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from bursting out laughing.

“Jamal,” you said, trying to sound concerned but failing to hide the amusement in your voice, “what do you think they’re gonna do?”

Jamal glanced around nervously, lowering his voice even more. “I don’t know, man. Start trouble? Rob the place? They’ve got that look—like they’re always up to no good.” He gave you a meaningful look. “Look, just stay back here with me. I got you.”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out a small snicker, shaking your head. “I think I’ll be fine, Jamal.”

But Jamal was persistent. “You don’t get it, Y/N. You’re new around here. You don’t know what they’re capable of.” He leaned in even closer, as if he were about to deliver top-secret intel. “One time, I swear I saw Sad Eyes glare at a guy so hard, he left without paying. Like, just looked at him, and dude dipped.”

You couldn’t help it; the laugh bubbled up, and before you knew it, you were full-on giggling. Jamal stared at you like you’d lost your mind.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, eyes wide.

You wiped away a tear from laughing too hard, then casually lifted the hem of your shirt just enough to reveal the tattoo on your stomach—the same one every Santo carried with pride. It had its similarities to Sad Eye’s personalised cross.

Jamal’s mouth fell open, his eyes practically bulging out of his head.

“Wait. Wait, hold up,” he stammered, pointing between you and Sad Eyes like he was trying to solve a complicated puzzle. “YOU’RE a Santo?”

You grinned, casually letting your shirt drop back down, hiding the ink that told the whole story. “Yup,” you replied, the amusement clear in your voice.

Jamal blinked, staring at you like his brain was desperately trying to reboot. “So… Sad Eyes is…?”

You leaned in, still grinning, giving him a playful nudge. “My man. Yeah, Jamal, catch up.” You finished for him, a sense of pride lacing your tone whilst you watched the realisation sink in.

Before Jamal could fully process what was happening, Sad Eyes approached the counter, looking right at you with that signature smirk of his. “Hey, baby,” he said, his voice low and smooth, completely ignoring the stunned expression on Jamal’s face.

You smiled up at him, feeling your heart skip a beat. “Hey, yourself.”

Sad Eyes leaned casually over the counter, his hand sliding over yours like it was the most natural thing in the world, completely ignoring the wide-eyed Jamal standing next to you. “You ready to bounce when your shift’s over?” he asked, his voice low and smooth. “The boys and I are thinking about hitting up a spot later.”

“Definitely,” you replied, that familiar warmth flooding through you as his gaze lingered on yours, making you feel like you were the only one that mattered in the room.

Jamal, still standing there like a deer in headlights, finally managed to sputter, “Y’all—y’all are TOGETHER?!”

Sad Eyes glanced at him sideways, a smirk tugging at his lips. “What, you didn’t know?”

Jamal’s head was spinning. “No, man, I—this whole time, I was trying to warn her about you!—“ Jamal cut himself off, putting a hand on his chest to dismiss his comment with a sheepish expression, “—I mean, not about you.. I just meant warn her about disrespecting you.” He corrected himself, his gaze avoiding you knowing you stood witness to a lie.

Sad Eyes chuckled, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you snug against him. “You ain’t gotta worry about her, man,” he said with a smirk. “She’s got all the protection she needs right here.”

You flashed a grin, shooting a playful glance at Jamal. “See? Told you I was good,” you teased, your voice light but confident.

Jamal looked like he was on the verge of passing out, his face pale with shock. “I… I need to sit down,” he muttered, stumbling backward before practically collapsing onto a nearby stool. His wide eyes were still locked on you, as if trying to process everything. He ran a hand over his face, shaking his head slowly. “This… this is some next-level stuff,” he whispered, like he’d just witnessed something out of a crime drama, still in disbelief over how the day had taken such a wild turn.

Sad Eyes chuckled, clearly amused by the entire situation. With his casual swagger, he leaned in closer to you, his warm hand finding its way to the small of your back. He pulled you in smoothly, pressing a quick, affectionate kiss on your cheek, his lips lingering just long enough to make you blush. The gesture was simple, but it said everything—about who you were to him and how proud he was to show it.

As he pulled away, he gave Jamal a smirk, his voice cool and teasing. “Thanks for watching out for her, though,” he said, patting Jamal on the shoulder like they were old friends. “But trust me, she can handle herself.”

Jamal’s eyes were still wide, like a deer caught in headlights, his brain struggling to compute everything that had just happened. He nodded numbly, his mouth slightly open as he glanced between you and Sad Eyes. “Yeah… yeah, I guess she can,” he finally managed to say, though his tone was dazed, as if he was talking to himself more than anyone else.

As Sad Eyes walked back toward the booth with the rest of the Santos, his arm draped casually over the back of one of the chairs, you could feel Jamal staring at you, his eyes filled with a mix of disbelief, confusion, and maybe even a little respect. He blinked a few times, rubbing his forehead like he was trying to shake off the shock.

Finally, after what felt like a long silence, he let out a deep, dramatic sigh. “I’m never gonna live this down, am I?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you wiped a stray tear from the corner of your eye, still amused by how completely out of his element Jamal was. “Nope,” you said with a playful grin, leaning against the counter as you shot him a teasing look. “But hey, at least now you know I’m not the one you need to worry about.”

Jamal groaned, leaning forward to bury his face in his hands, his muffled voice full of regret. “Man, this job just got a whole lot more complicated.” His shoulders slumped in defeat as he shook his head, clearly still reeling from how drastically his perception of you had changed in a matter of minutes.

You gave him a gentle nudge with your elbow, trying to soften the blow. “Look at it this way,” you said with a wink. “At least you’ve got a story to tell.”

Jamal lifted his head just enough to peer at you through his fingers, his expression somewhere between exasperation and amusement. “Yeah, but who’s gonna believe I almost warned you about a gang? You’re probably more dangerous than they are.”

You laughed again, the sound light and carefree, and gave him a playful pat on the back. “Don’t worry, Jamal. I’ll keep your secret safe.”

Jamal groaned again, louder this time, as he dragged himself off the stool, muttering under his breath. “Man, Dwayne’s should’ve come with a warning label… ‘Caution: new hires may have hidden gang affiliations!!’”

As he shuffled back toward the soda machine, shaking his head, you watched Sad Eyes from across the room. He was lounging at the table with the other Santos, his eyes flickering back to you every so often, that familiar smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Despite all the teasing, all the chaos, you felt a warm sense of contentment settle over you. This was your life—messy, unpredictable, but real. And you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Jamal, on the other hand, was still muttering about how “my dad ain’t warn me bout’ none of this.”

And as you finished up your shift, you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself, knowing that for all his warnings, Jamal had no idea what he’d just gotten himself into.

[sincerelyasomebody]

Lay Your Claim || Oscar "Spooky" Diaz

(GIF Credit: @merakiaes)

A/N: Hello👋🏾, new Tumblr user here. Just giving a heads up that there may be errors; so please be kind. I am not a native Spanish speaker, so refer to the translations at the bottom. Please feel free to correct me if anything is wrong. Jose is used as Sad Eyes' actual name as far as I know it has not been revealed in the show. I've read a few fanfics that have used this name as well. Anyway, happy reading! 

Pairing(s): Spooky x Reader

Summary: Oscar may have claimed her; but (Y/N) demonstrates her claim on him. 

Warnings: fluff, language, physical altercation, underage drinking (I don't condone this behaviour). 

Word Count: 1090

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A party at the Diaz residence wasn't an uncommon occurrence. 

The front and back yard filled with people, music pumping through the speakers, food and drinks neatly organised on tables (thanks to Ruby). The atmosphere of the hangout was something (Y/N) was becoming familiar with.

Being Oscar, or Spooky as he was known on the streets, Diaz's lady was a title that many were shocked she had gained.

He was the leader of the Santos, Freeridge's prominent gang (now that the Prophet$ were gone) and she worked as a librarian in Brentwood.

Two completely different individuals; on separate paths in life. 

Until a chance meeting at a soup kitchen changed everything. 

Now they were a couple; an odd couple to some, but a couple nonetheless. 

"Hey, (Y/N)!" 

The girl turned around and found José, or Sad Eyes, waving her over. He sat with a few members, each with a beer in their hand. Her boyfriend wasn't among them, but she figured he was off doing something important.

She greeted all of them with a smile, "what's up?"

Out of all of the members, Sad Eyes was who she was most comfortable with. Not to say she wasn't comfortable with the rest - it was just her and Sad Eyes had spent more time together. Whenever Oscar wasn't available, he was the one sent to help her out. At first they didn't talk to each other, he was just there, really. 

He only spoke up when he discovered she was spending way too much at the grocery store for fruits and vegetables, so he recommended the farmers market his mum always went to on Saturday mornings. 

That was the beginning of their friendship.

"Just checkin' on ya," he responded. "Any cookies?"

(Y/N) baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies when she first met the gang. It was a hit and now requested whenever she was around.

She laughed, "there should be some on the tables." 

Oso shook his head, "nah, we finished those ones." 

"I baked five trays!?" 

"We were hungry," laughed Joker, "are there more?" 

"No." Was her response, before walking off as they continued to laugh. 

She searched the crowd for Oscar but he wasn't anywhere in her line of sight. Instead she was met with the Core 4 and Jasmine sneaking off with some coronas. She let them be, but made a mental note to check up on them soon.

No doubt in her mind that either Ruby or Jamal would need help staying upright if they had more than one. Cesar, Monsé and Jasmine were somewhat responsible, she concluded. 

As she moved through the sea of people, she nodded at the women huddled near the DJ booth. They were the ones who gave her a heads up about being with a Santos, especially with the leader, as they were with some of the older members. She admired them and couldn't have been more thankful for a support system. There were no issues between her and them. 

Her issue was with the women who regarded her status as Spooky's lady as something that could be challenged. (Y/N) had yet to put a bitch in her place, but it seemed like tonight was going to be the night. 

She glanced over at the snack tables and found Oscar sipping a beer. Josie, a known opportunist, talking to him… though it was more like she was talking to herself because his focus was anywhere else but her. (Y/N) smiled when he noticed her, quickly making her way over to him. It seemed like the girl got the wrong idea, because she moved forward and put her hands on his chest.

Alright, let's do this. 

"Excuse me," she pushed herself in between the two and immediately locked lips with Oscar. 

He was caught off guard, but quickly accepted the kiss; pulling her closer which allowed her to deepen it. Their public display was met with hollering from Santos and party-goers alike. Jasmine's voice the loudest with her 'yaaaaas, girl!'. They shared a laugh when they finally separated.

Oscar brushed his thumb against her cheek. "Damn, mamas." 

(Y/N) pecked his lips as a response, before turning around to face the girl. She gave her a once over, leaning back slightly to which Oscar hung an arm across her chest. The other resting on her hip, with his chin on her shoulder. A position that practically screamed they were together if the kiss wasn't enough.

The hangaround scoffed and rolled her neck, "wow, we were just talkin' and you wanna do all that?"

At this point, the party had come to a standstill. Everyone eager to watch the exchange; especially those who wanted to see what Miss Librarian was capable of. 

"He's my man, I can do whatever I damn well please and he sure wasn't complaining," the young lady replied, "and from what I saw, you were the only one talking. Let's make one thing clear I'm the only person that gets to be all up on him. So, back off, bitch." 

"Or what?

She stepped away from Spooky, her eyes focused solely on the girl. "Please, try me and find out." 

Big. Mistake. 

Once Josie swung, (Y/N) dodged it and sent a jab to face. Josie stumbled but charged forward, once again (Y/N) dodged. Only this time she grabbed the hangarounds arm, twisted it behind her back and forced her to the ground.

"Let. Go. Of. Me!" Josie wailed, trying to break free. 

She laughed and put more pressure, "what happened to being a bad bitch?" 

"Okay, okay, I get it. I won't touch him, I get it! Now, let go! Please!" 

(Y/N) held on for a couple more seconds and then released the hold. She got up on her feet as Josie rose to hers, while holding her arm with a glare set on her face. 

"I'm Lady Spooky." (Y/N) reminded her, eyes scanning the party-goers. "If you try me, I will not hesitate. So, don't touch my man and there won't be any problems. Okay? Cool."

And, with that the party went back to normal; only this time with added cheers and shouts of 'we see you Lady Spooky'. (Y/N) walked back over to Oscar who was still in the same place she left him. She laughed when he pulled her into his chest.

He kissed her forehead, "you must be crazy about me, huh?" 

"You claimed me." Her eyes sparkled with mischief, "only right I do the same." 

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Spanish Translation(s):

Mamas - (slang/nickname) attractive woman

[firebenderwolf]

Truth (Manual Guzman/ Sad Eyes x Turner!Reader) Part 1.

Part of the Turner-Guzman Series

Requested: Yes by @briannab1234

Manual Guzman entered your life unexpectedly. You were Y/N Turner. Basketball, baseball, volleyball champion with a full ride scholarship which was shocking when Jamal was your brother. Even though you were complete opposite, you two were two peas in a pod. Always together. Which is how you ended up at the Diaz residence one night to escort Jamal and his friends to a party. Which is where you met Manual, or Sad Eyes by everyone else. You two seemed to hit it off and before you knew it, you two were together.

You kissed Manual on the lips as he gently pushed you against the counter, as he wraps his arms around you. You quickly part when you hear the door opening and Jamal walking in with Cesar. "Shit." Manual says when the two teenage boys see you two together. Cesar has a shocked face while Jamal has a smirk. "Wear protection." Jamal says as Y/N chuckle.

"Oscar know?" Cesar ask Manual. "No. And I intend to keep it like that." You look at Manual as he answers Cesar. "Wait why are you keeping it a secret?" You ask. "Cause I don't want the guys to think I'm whipped." Manual says. Cesar's eyes widen as he looks at Jamal. "Whipped? I know you don't mean pussy whipped." You say. "What if I do? I'm supposed to be Spooky's right hand man. Don't want him to think I get distracted." Your heart breaks and anger boils at the same time. Jamal and Cesar quickly walk out of the kitchen

"Distracted?! Is that why you haven't want the Santos to know about us Manual?!" You don't think as you shove him. "Look I don't want you having to deal with my shit. It's a dangerous world." He says trying to calm you down. "We live in FreeRidge! When has it ever been safe?!" You yell as you make your hands to look like you are pointing around you. "You don't understand, mujer." "Your right I don't understand. Which is why you need to go." You say as he looks at you

"Y/N come on let me explain." "Explain nothing Manual. Out. Now." You say as he looks at you and with a heavy sigh he walks out of the house with a slammed door. You choke a sob back as you hear his car's engine roaring to life and drive off. You collapse on the couch as sons wrack your body. You wipe your tears away as you hear steps. You look and see Cesar and Jamal walking down. With one look, Cesar sighs, does a little nod with his head and walks out. Jamal watches you as you cry. He comes over and sits down by you, wrapping an arm around you and holding you tight. "Got ya sis." He says as you smile a small smile as teras flow down your cheeks.

[firebenderwolf]

Pain (Manual Guzman/Sad Eyes x Turner!Reader) Part 2

Part 2 of the Turner-Guzman Series.

Requested : @briannab1234

It's been about a week. A week of crying, depression. Your mom and dad, they knew about you and Manual. Part of that probably because Jamal spilled the beans when they came home and saw you crying on the couch with him comforting you. The other part was because your dad noticed how Manual would always stop by during your lunch break when you were working at the restaurant. He didn't ask, but deep down, he figured something was up.

You combed your hands through your hair. Today was your first outing since the break up. Oscar was having a party and Cesar invited his friends and your parents aloud Jamal to go on one condition. You went with him. So here you are, putting the final touches on yourself as you walked with Jamal to your car. "Cesar said that Sad Eyes was there." Jamal says as you get in the car. "Figured." You say as you drive to each of the kid's house picking them up and soon you are pulling up to the Diaz residence. "If you wanna leave girl, just say so. We won't mind." Jasmine says from the back. You smile and nod

"I'll probably just stay with you all. Keep out of his way." You answer as you all get out and head to the back, Cesar running out and meeting you halfway. "Hey you came!" He says hugging you tightly. "Yep. Someone was nagging." You tease as Jamal sarcastically laughs. "Hahaha." Everyone chuckles as you all pile in the backyard and go to the usual spot the kids hang out. You all were laughing and talking but you didn't feel happy. Then you see someone coming towards the kids.

"hey Lil Spooky. Brother wants ya." Manual says as Cesar nods. He excuses himself as he goes and talks to Oscar. Manual comes to stand by you leaning against the fence. "Hey." He says. "hello." You reply. "Can we talk?" "About?" "Us." "I'm good." "Come on Y/N." He says as the teens cast glances in your direction. "I said I'm good Sad Eyes." "There's a first." "What?" "You never called me Sad Eyes." "I mean that is your name." You pointedly said. "Come on Y/N. I'm sorry. I just want to keep your safe." "Keep me safe by breaking my heart?" You finally turn to him and that's when you notice it. The bags under his eyes, he generally looked like shit. "I said what I said and I'm sorry amor." You sigh as you open your mouth when you hear tired squeal.

"FUCK YOU SANTOS!!" Is heard as gunfire soon follows. You instinctively grab Jamal by the shirt and pull him down as Manual pulls your down and blocks you. Screams of both the hynas and Santos plague the air and soon gunfire is returned from the Santos. Then, a shot is heard very close to you and soon you start to feel blood running down your side.

[firebenderwolf]

Recovery (Manual Guzman/Sad Eyes x Turner!Reader)

Part 3 of the Turner-Guzman Series

Requested: by @briannab1234

Smoke filled the yard as you looked around a little but. Santos were cussing, the hynas were comforting one another. You felt something warm and sticky on your leg and looked. Blood. You panicked but then you saw it wasn't your blood. You turned and saw Manual groaning as he has a graze in his leg. "Manual?" You asked as he looked up at you. "Hermosa." He said as you gently move his leg to get a better look at the wound. "Thought you didn't care." He says. "Never said that. I was mad." You say when you help him up and help him inside. Cesar took his friends to his room as you sat Manual on the toilet and then you opened the first aid kit that Cesar gave you.

You slowly cleaned and bandaged his leg, making sure it was secured. You were washing your hands as he sat on the toilet seat watching you. "Thank you." He said. "For what? I should be thanking you. If you weren't there, could have hurt me or my brother." It was true. If Manual didn't block it, it would have gone through your leg or your brother's butt cheek. "I'm sorry. About everything. I should have been upfront about our relationship. I swear." He says pulling you by the arm closer to him. You looked down away from him. If you looked at him, you would be dragged back in with him. "Please amor. Look at me."

You look at him as he lays his head in your chest. "You really hurt me Manual." "I know Y/N and I'm sorry. Please. Just give me another chance." He says as you kiss him on the lips. "One more." He smiles and pulls you in for another kiss. Careful of his wound, you gently sit on his lap. He holds you close as you break for air when he stands up, towering you. You are cornered against the wall when he kisses you again. You both are so into the moment, that you don't hear the heavy footsteps or the door opening.

"Hey Sad Eyes?" Oso asks when he stops and you and Manual look up to see Oso. "Uh." He says before walking out not saying a word. "Well looks like the Santos just found out." You say dejectedly. "Don't care. I love you and you mean the world to me Hermosa. You are my everything amor. Mi princesesa." He says as he kisses you again and you two smile as you kiss. "Think you can drive home tonight?" You ask. "Yeah why?" "Let me drop off my brother and his friends. Then I'll meet you at your house." You say with a smirk. "You naughty girl." He says as he kisses you when Oscar comes in the restroom.

"Seriously? Do you Santos not know how to knock?" You groan as Oscar takes a look at you two. "Well you two finally came out." "Wait what?" You ask when Cesar pops his head out. "He threatened me." He says as you sigh. "What am I gonna do with you all?" You ask. "Any idea who shot?" Manual asks. "Prophets." Oscar says as Manual nods. Soon everyone is getting ready to go home. "See you in 20." You whisper to Manual as you head to your car. "I ain't even gonna ask." Jamal says with a smirk.

[chaneajoyyy]

It was supposed to be a nice day between us����. Pops was finna throw a whole fit! And mom was not helping!😂😂! This was really good!!🙌🏾👍🏾♥️👏🏾!!

Bound To Happen || Jose "Sad Eyes" Guzman

(GIF Credit: @merakiaes)

A/N: A requested piece! My first requested piece, which I hope lives up to your expectations. Mrs Turner's name will be Lynn. Unsure if it's been mentioned in the show. Also the text exchange has been included in the word count - the lesser amount is if it were not included. Hopefully, that makes sense. Apologises for grammatical errors. Feel free to let me know about any corrections I need to make with the Spanish translations, thanks!. 

Pairing(s): Sad Eyes x Turner!Reader ▪︎ Jamal Turner x Sister!Reader ▪︎ Turner!Family x Turner!Reader 

Requested: By @briannab1234

Summary: Relaxation comes in different forms.

Warnings: fluff, language, mentions of 19th Street incident with DJ's, playlist of songs, slightly smutty?, steamy make out, talks of murder, 

Word Count: 1423 ¤ 1409

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(Y/N) bopped her head along to 3LW's Playas Gon' Play echoing through her portable speaker as she carried it and her phone into the kitchen. Carefully placing the two on the counter she searched through the fridge, trying to find the food she had hidden in a container at the back. As soon as (Y/N) heard the theme song for The Goonies cut through the second verse, she didn't need to see the name on the screen to know who was calling. 

She disconnected her bluetooth, pressed the green button and put it on loud speaker, and answered, "hey."

"A sum of thirty five dollars is owing on your account, please transfer funds effective immediately. Thank you."

At the sound of a beep, (Y/N) stared at her phone for a few seconds before laughing. Her brother was something else. She logged into her (bank) app and made the transfer. Thankfully they were with the same bank. Once it was finalised, she sent a confirmation message. 

(Y/N)

Owing balance has been cleared.

She then proceeded to reconnect her phone to the speaker and clicked shuffle on her most recent playlist. She grinned upon hearing Love Like This by Faith Evans playing. Swaying her hips, she grabbed the container and popped it into the microwave for a couple of minutes. 

Feeling a familiar pair of arms wrap across her body, she laughed, "was I away too long?"  

Jose kissed the top of her head, "yes."

"So needy," she giggled and turned to face him, reaching out and pinching his cheeks, "such a needy baby," she puckered her lips, "beso." 

He snickered, but gave into her demand. His hands wandered down her back, deepening the simple kiss. They eventually found their way to her ass, giving it a squeeze. (Y/N) allowed him to take control as her own hands wandered up and down his solid body. The kiss lasted a lot shorter than she anticipated, causing a whine to fall from her lips.

"What's the matter, mi amor?" 

She pouted, "nothing." 

Laughing, he squeezed her hips, "aw, looks like somebody's a needy baby," he moved his hand to tilt her chin up, "who's a needy baby?" 

She huffed, "I'm the needy baby," she was given a peck to the forehead, "but you love me." 

"Always, baby." 

They held each other close, enjoying the calm atmosphere surrounding them. They had the house to themselves and were going to take full advantage of it. (Y/N) only removed herself from the embrace when the microwave beeped and TLC's No Scrubs hit a blimp. 

She glanced over at her phone and pressed her messages. 

Jamal

Enjoy the rest of your day. 

"Who's on watch?" She asked, popping open the microwave. 

Since the 19th Street attack on her dad and his business, Spooky had Santos members watching the house. The image of her father on that night is something (Y/N) would never forget. She was relieved to know that he, as well as the business, would recover but she was upset at the way 19th Street tried to assert their dominance, now that the Prophet$ were out of the picture. 

The only thing stopping her from beating up a couple of punk ass bitches, was her conscious reminding her that igniting a gang war wouldn't be the answer. The upside to the incident was getting time off from the hospital to take care of her father (she temporarily moved back in) as well as spend time with Jose. When she came clean to her family about him being her boyfriend, Jamal had leapt off the couch in the living room; did his victory dance and practically shoved his hand into their parents faces. 

(Y/N) couldn't believe that they had a betting pool about her and Jose, but they simply shrugged her off and claimed it was bound to happen - she had fallen into the 'best friends who become more' category. But, it was a place she was more than happy to be. 

"Joker," he said, bumping his hip with hers, grabbing a tea towel and placing it on her hands, "quit doin' that shit." 

She had a habit of grabbing things out of the oven or microwave without anything protecting her hands. With an eye roll, she accepted the tea towel, "okay, okay." he watched as she covered her hands and pulled out the container. Before he could grab some plates, she put a fork in his hand. 

"Maldito perezoso."

"Shut up," she replied and shoved a forkful of the stir fry into her mouth, "if you wanna wash more dishes, go ahead." 

He gently tapped her cheek, "don't talk with your mouth full," he clicked his tongue, when she opened her mouth wider to show off the chewed up pieces of food, "(Y/N)!" She laughed, but her laughter turned into a coughing fit. Luckily, Jose knew that was bound to happen and held out a glass of water for her. (Y/N) gulped it down, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned happily, "you're the best." 

Shaking his head, he helped himself to some of the stir fry, "and you're something else." 

They continued to eat and chat about different topics; their families, Santos business (they had a non-disclosure agreement), and a few of (Y/N)'s  gossiping coworkers. When they were done, they quickly rinsed their hands off in the sink and wiped them on the tea towel. (Y/N) then dumped the empty container and their forks into the sink. Dip It Low by Christina Milian started to play, which gave her an idea. Her hands trailed up and down his chest, Jose groaned as they wandered lower. She giggled at his reaction and turned around, moving to grind on him. Feeling him getting hard, she continued. 

"Si sigues con esto, ya sabes qué pasará," he groaned, gripping her hips.

(Y/N) turned back around and stared up at him, her eyes innocently peering into his, "is it too soon for round three?"

Without a second thought, he lifted her onto the counter. (Y/N) caressed his head with one hand, while the other switched off the music. He moved to suck on her collarbone, earning a moan of approval. She tugged on his shirt and admired his toned body when the shirt was thrown off. Jose smirked, as he connected his lips with hers, helping her to get rid of the tank top she was wearing. 

He watched as her boobs bounced, before cupping them both. Taking a nipple in his mouth and fondling with the other, sent (Y/N) into a state of bliss. When Jose turned his attention to the other nipple, she clutched the back of his head.

"Baby," she moaned.

The sound of something dropping followed by a shout of, "OH HELL NO!" is what alerted the couple that they weren't alone anymore. (Y/N) pushed Jose off her, throwing on her tank top and hopped off the counter. She hid herself behind him, peering around his arm to see the bewildered expressions on both her parents faces. Although, her dad looked like he wanted to murder Jose.

Like the smartass she was, she blurted, "mum said no cussing in the house." As soon as she said that, she hid herself fully behind Jose. 

"(Y/N) (M/N) Turner, front and centre." Dwayne called out to his daughter, when she followed through he continued, "you're sanitising everything in this kitchen," his eyes trailed over to Jose, "you're helping her, and the next time you're both feeling… frisky - just… you're gonna, you know… you understand me?" 

Lynn stepped in, "we understand the sexual desires -" 

"No, mum, please, don't." 

"I know it's an awkward subject to discuss -" 

(Y/N) cut her off, "especially in front of my boyfriend." 

"And father," Dwayne chimed in. 

"- but, it's completely natural." She continued.

"Okay, mum thanks for that," (Y/N) wanted to crawl underneath a rock, "anyway, we've got some stuff to do," noticing her father's watchful eye, she laughed, "non-sexual stuff, dad." 

Dwayne wasn't convinced.

Lynn pulled her husband towards the hallway, "come on, let's leave them to it." As they walked off, they could hear Dwayne telling his wife that he was right to be suspicious of the skinny kid who offered his daughter a toy car to play with back in the first grade. Once they were out of view, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around Jose's waist. 

"Round three in the shower?" 

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Spanish Translation(s): 

Beso - kiss

Maldito perezoso - lazy ass

Si sigues con esto, ya sabes qué pasará - if you keep this up, you know what's gonna happen.