Johnny "Coco" Cruz (Mayans MC) x fem!reader - he's 34, you're 24
You're healing a large tattoo and someone slaps it as a joke. Coco almost commits a felony.
The fresh tattoo stretches from just below your shoulder blade to the curve of your hip, an intricate piece you'd spent nearly twelve hours getting over the course of three sessions, and by the time it finally reaches the awkward healing stage where every movement pulls at your skin and every loose thread on your shirt seems determined to become permanently attached to the peeling ink, the entire clubhouse has somehow been made aware that they are absolutely, under no circumstances, to touch your back.
It isn't even Coco who gives the warning first.
It's Angel.
"Don't poke it. Don't hug her too hard. Don't be a dumbass."
Then EZ repeats it.
"It's healing. Leave it alone."
Even Bishop, who normally couldn't care less about anybody's skincare routine, looks up from his beer and mutters, "Seriously. Infection ain't worth the joke."
Coco doesn't say much.
He just watches anyone who gets within arm's reach of you with narrowed eyes.
Because he's seen you trying very, very hard not to complain.
He'd watched you grit your teeth through the tattoo itself, smiling through hours of needles because you'd wanted this piece for years, and now he'd watched you pretend it didn't hurt when your shirt rubbed against it, when you leaned back against chairs before immediately flinching upright again, when you quietly excused yourself to wash and moisturize it twice a day.
You weren't dramatic.
Which meant when you admitted something hurt...
It really hurt.
So everybody knows.
Don't touch the tattoo.
Simple.
Apparently not simple enough.
The club has another charter visiting that afternoon, the courtyard full of conversations and motorcycles and music drifting from battered speakers while people wander around with beers in their hands, and you're standing beside Coco talking to Letty about horror movies when one of the visiting prospects strolls past behind you.
He hears somebody mention the tattoo.
Grins.
"Still sore?"
You laugh.
"A little."
Without another thought—
SMACK.
His palm lands square across your healing tattoo.
Loud enough for half the yard to hear.
Pain detonates across your back.
Your entire body jerks forward with a sharp gasp that you can't stop, every nerve screaming so violently your knees nearly buckle as your hand flies instinctively to your shoulder.
For one heartbeat...
Everything goes silent.
Then Coco moves.
Nobody actually sees him decide.
One second he's beside you.
The next he's got the prospect by the front of his cut so hard the fabric strains under his fist.
"What the—"
The kid doesn't even finish.
Coco slams him backwards into the side of a truck hard enough to make the entire vehicle rock.
"You stupid motherfucker!"
The prospect's eyes go wide.
"It was a joke—"
"A JOKE?"
Another shove.
His boots barely touch the ground.
"She said it was healing!"
"I didn't mean—"
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU MEANT!"
The yard explodes into motion.
"COCO!"
"Jesus Christ!"
"Grab him!"
Angel reaches him first.
EZ's right behind him.
Between the two of them they manage to get hold of Coco's shoulders, but it barely slows him down because he's still trying to lunge forward while the prospect stumbles backward looking like he's suddenly remembered every bad decision he's ever made.
"You hit her!"
"It was just—"
"You slapped an open fucking wound!"
"I didn't know—"
"Bullshit!"
His voice cracks across the courtyard like a gunshot.
"I heard three different people tell you to leave it alone!"
The prospect opens his mouth.
Closes it again.
Because...
Yeah.
He had.
He'd laughed.
Thought everyone was exaggerating.
Thought it'd be funny.
Now Coco Cruz looks fully prepared to rearrange his entire skeletal structure.
"Easy," Bishop orders, stepping between them.
"Coco."
No response.
"Coco."
Nothing.
"Cruz."
Finally.
Finally.
Coco tears his eyes away from the prospect long enough to look at Bishop.
"Look at her."
Not him.
Her.
Coco turns.
You're standing exactly where he'd left you, one arm wrapped awkwardly around yourself because even breathing hurts now, tears sitting in your eyes that you clearly don't want to fall.
The instant he sees your face...
His anger changes.
It doesn't disappear.
It becomes something quieter.
Something somehow even more dangerous.
He walks straight past everyone and crouches in front of you.
"Baby."
His voice is so gentle it barely sounds like the same man who'd been screaming seconds ago.
"Look at me."
You do.
"It hurts."
"I know."
"So much."
"I know."
He brushes a strand of hair away from your face with the backs of his fingers, careful not to touch anywhere near your back.
"I'm sorry."
You blink.
"You didn't do it."
"I should've stopped him."
"You couldn't."
"I should've."
You give him the tiniest smile anyway.
"It's okay."
"No."
He shakes his head once.
"It's really not."
Behind him, the prospect tries one last time.
"I said I was sorry—"
Coco rises slowly.
Very.
Very slowly.
The movement alone makes half the yard tense.
He points one finger at the prospect.
"If you ever touch her again..."
Silence.
"...they'll spend weeks trying to identify your dental records."
Nobody laughs.
Mostly because everyone believes him.
Bishop sighs heavily.
"Get him outta here."
The visiting charter's president doesn't even argue.
The prospect is marched straight to his bike, still pale, still rubbing his collar where Coco had nearly choked him unconscious.
Only after they're gone does the tension begin to drain from the yard.
Coco doesn't.
He turns back to you immediately.
"Come on."
"Where?"
"Bathroom."
"What?"
"I'm checking your tattoo."
He gently leads you inside, grabbing clean paper towels, antibacterial soap, moisturiser, and disposable gloves from the first-aid cabinet like he'd been secretly studying tattoo aftercare manuals (because let's be real, there's no way he took care of his own ink when he got it).
You can't help smiling.
"You researched this."
He refuses to meet your eyes.
"...maybe."
"Coco."
"So what?"
He finally looks up.
"I knew you'd pretend you were fine."
You stare at him.
"So I figured somebody had to know what to do."
Your chest aches in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with your back.
He washes his hands.
Pulls on gloves.
Examines the tattoo with painstaking care, barely letting his fingertips hover over your skin.
"It doesn't look damaged," he murmurs after a long moment, relief flooding his face. "Little red where he hit it."
"I'll survive."
"I know."
Another pause.
"I still wanna kill him."
You laugh softly.
"I noticed."
"I was one shove away from catching a murder charge."
"I noticed that too."
He finally smiles.
Small.
Crooked.
Embarrassed.
"I got...scared."
That surprises you.
"You did?"
"I heard you gasp."
His jaw tightens.
"I've heard people get hurt before."
He swallows.
"I never wanna hear you make that sound again."
Something inside you melts.
Without thinking, you reach for his hand.
He freezes the instant your fingers lace together.
"You almost committed a felony."
"Worth considering."
"Coco."
"What?"
"You terrified everyone."
"I was terrified."
Your smile fades into something softer.
"You care that much?"
He laughs once.
Humorless.
"I buy tickets to horror movies I hate."
"I know."
"I memorize tattoo aftercare."
"I know."
"I watch everybody who gets too close to you."
"I noticed."
"I lose my damn mind because some idiot smacks your back."
He exhales.
"I think I've been trying real hard not to admit something."
You squeeze his hand.
"What?"
His dark eyes find yours.
"I love you."
No hesitation.
No joke.
Just simple, terrifying honesty.
"I think I've loved you for a while."
Your heart feels like it's forgotten how to beat.
"You picked an interesting moment to tell me."
"I know."
"You almost killed somebody first."
"He had it coming."
A laugh escapes you before you can stop it.
"You are unbelievable."
"So I've been told."
You step closer, careful of your back.
"I love you too."
He blinks.
"...yeah?"
"Yeah."
"You sure?"
Instead of answering, you lean up and kiss him.
Softly.
Carefully.
When you pull away, Coco just stares at you for a second before breaking into the biggest grin you've ever seen on his face, the kind that transforms every sharp edge into something warm, something hopeful.
Outside, Angel glances through the clubhouse window just in time to see the kiss.
He elbows EZ.
"Told you."
EZ smirks.
"Took a near-assault charge to get there."
"Nah."
Angel watches Coco wrap one protective arm around you, already guiding you away from anyone who might accidentally bump your healing tattoo.
"It just took the right idiot."
And from that day on, no one in Santo Padre—not prospects, not patched members, not visiting charters—ever made the mistake of touching your healing tattoos again.
Mostly because the story of the poor bastard who'd almost been buried for doing it became club legend.
And because everyone knew that if you belonged to Coco, your skin, your comfort, and your smile were things he would protect with every ounce of the fierce, unwavering love he'd finally admitted out loud.
Please read and heed the warnings. Some content will become 18+ warnings posted on each individual chapter of story, suggestive content marked on individual chapters.
Chibs 'Filip' Telford
Scotch & Screams
Clinging desperately to the back of a speeding Ducati, your screams should have been lost in the chaos of Charming.
Chibs Telford can't explain the pull he feels toward you and he finds himself breaking his own rules to discover who you are and why fate seems determined to intertwine your paths.
As the complicated world of SAMCRO threatens to engulf you, one question remains will you run from or straight toward the Scottish biker ?
Whiskey & Wee Things
With most of SAMCRO locked up, Chibs Telford wears the president's patch, all be it temporarily. He didn't want the weight of the club on his shoulders not while he's finally able to build something real with you.
But the gavel doesn't care what you want. From behind bars, Clay's orders are clear secure the deal with the russians. Do what's necessary for the club. It's business. It's survival.
However those same Russians helped Jimmy O take you. Hurt you. Left you with a permanent reminder of the violence that nearly destroyed you.
SAMCRO needs this deal. But Chibs is running out of ways to be both the man SAMCRO needs and the man you deserve.
Jax Teller
Alla Famiglia - Jax x Reader
Her father rolled into Charming and suddenly, Jax's kutte didn't feel like enough.
Because his sweet girl? She was her Daddy's Princess. And her father has made one thing crystal clear, no one—especially not the outlaw in a MC—is good enough for his precious Pupetta.
Juan Carlos 'Juice' Ortiz
A Charming Detour - Story Masterlist
Your rental car dies somewhere between nowhere and Charming, leaving you dusty, stranded, and more than a little lost. When you stumble into Teller-Morrow looking for help, you don’t expect the biker with kind eyes and nervous hands to look at you like you hung the stars. But Juice does—and for him, it’s love at first sight.
Just as you start to fall for his goofy smiles and awkward charm, everything unravels. The ATF raids the clubhouse, and before you can even understand what’s happening, you’re cuffed and dragged off with the Sons. In a panic, Juice blurts out the one thing that might save you—immigration can't have you, because you’re getting married.
Now you’re his wife—on paper, at least. You’re pretending for the club, for the Feds, for the story that’s spiraling out of your control. But the line between pretend and something real is starting to blur.
This Charming Life - Story Masterlist 🥰
Caught between the club's demands and Juice's growing suspicions, you're walking a razor's edge. Juice married you, never knowing he was falling for someone whose past is as dirty as SAMCRO's. And you're terrified that when he discovers the truth about what you've done to secure his safety, he'll see you the same way you see yourself—as something poisonous that shouldn't be touched.
Come Down
When SAMCRO storms a stash house, they expect bullets, crank, and the usual scum.
They don’t expect her—a terrified girl curled on a filthy mattress, eyes blown wide, barely conscious. The unwilling lab rat for the latest batch of crank.
Happy Lowman
Sugarland - story masterlist
When the leather clad regulars roll into your small bakery, you can't help but feel sorry for the quiet one they call "Happy." What kind of cruel joke is it to give such a name to someone who never seems to smile? Determined to brighten his day, you leave a little treat at Teller-Morrow, hoping to coax even the smallest grin from the serious biker.
You think you can handle knowing what he does for SAMCRO. You've been told outright, seen it when he showed up during a robbery at your bakery, you've seen the respect and fear in people's eyes when they look at him. The Tacoma Killer. It doesn't matter—not until the day you witness it firsthand.
Opie Winston
The Long Way Round
The last thing you expected was to become an au pair to two grieving children. But what Opie Winston needs is help navigating single fatherhood while trying not to drown in his own grief.
Kenny and Ellie have lost their mother to violence, and their father is struggling to surface from the depths of loss and rage that threaten to consume him.
But when your own past refuses to stay buried, and as Opie begins to lower the walls around his heart, you must decide if you're brave enough to stay and fight for the family you never knew you wanted, or if some wounds are too deep to heal.
Tig Trager
Angel with a Shotgun
Traumatizing Trager - One shot Series
Note this is a 'Monster of the Month' type series!
You weren’t looking to stay in Santo Padre—just another tourist passing through, keeping your head down. Then you met Coco Cruz. He’s rough around the edges, all smart remarks and easy charm, but there’s something in his eyes that feels safe. Familiar. Like someone who’s been through his own kind of hell.
You start spending time together—coffee runs, long talks on cracked sidewalks, quiet nights where the silence says more than words ever could. But Coco notices the one thing you won’t do: touch him. Now Coco has to figure out how to be the kind of man who doesn’t reach for what isn’t freely given...
Angel Reyes
Novel Attraction
Kidnapped and coerced by cartel connections, your dragged across the Mexican border, you find yourself trapped in a world where your intellectual skills make you both valuable and vulnerable.
Angel felt like a bastard for the way his thoughts drift to you, the line between captor and protector begins to blur. You discover there's more to Angel than his rough exterior suggests, while Angel struggles with feelings that make him question everything he thought he knew about himself. You see past the leather and the scars to the man underneath—but can love bloom in the shadow of the cartels demands.
Author's Note: This request is pretty old so I don't know if the person who sent it is even on here or reads my stuff anymore. It sounds heavy but anything mentioned is in past tense and not too specific so as to try not to trigger anyone. There is fluff as well so its not all sad. Gif credit to the ever talented fellow associate @thesewickedhands and divider credit to @pixopix, I'm obsessed with this one.
Coco marched up to the door and without second thought, started flinging his body into the cheap wood. It took a few tries before he kicked through, searching the apartment. His eyes narrowed when he saw her standing in the bathtub with a robe haphazardly pulled over her body, a radio playing softly in the corner and a knife clutched in her hand. He watched her sigh in relief but it did nothing to quell the anger buzzing in his veins.
“Jesus Christ, what-“
He didn’t hear the rest of the sentence as he swung hard, something he wanted to do for most of his life. He sat on the edge of the tub, wiping water off his face and leather as her taunting words rang in his ears.
“What, you think you can save her, el Coco? You couldn’t save your little friend.”
He wasn’t sure he could hate his mother any more until her final admission. Growing up, Celia had a corner partner as mean and ruthless as she was. She would come over, leave her daughter with Coco and the two of them would disappear for hours into the night. Her daughter was a couple years younger than him but had an attitude that could rival anyone on the block. They became fast friends, making up games and stories and putting together whatever they could find to eat. Sometimes the women would come back alone and her mother would take her home to her apartment down the hall. Sometimes they weren’t alone, which always turned violent sooner or later. When Coco heard the door open and a deep, unfamiliar laugh, he would grab her hand and bring her into his closet. They stayed in the closet together, making up stories about how they would grow up and fall in love, escape their shitty apartments and mothers.
Coco would never forget one night after a brutal fight, they were still lying on the floor of the closet. He held her tight, his body between her and the door.
“Promise me we’ll get out of here?” she asked him quietly, fear making her voice tremble.
“I promise,” he whispered, squeezing her close.
Coco lost contact with her when he went into the service. He didn’t think too much of it at the time but as he dragged Celia’s body from the bathroom to the kitchen, he replayed her callous words.
“We gave her to the landlord for free rent. Got us a couple more years in that piece of shit. He always liked her eyes, how she had different colors. It was only supposed to be for a few months but she never came back.”
His first stop was Louie, whose face paled when he saw Coco again. He pulled out an old picture from his wallet from when they were teenagers, arms around each other’s shoulders and big smiles on their faces. They had just reunited after a few months of Coco in juvie. Louie remembered hearing about a woman on the street with two different colored eyes. He tried to find her to feature her on his site but hit a dead end. He gave Coco all the info he had, still worried the club was after him. Coco spent weeks and weeks following lead after lead, scouring every corner he could think of. He eventually told the club about his mission after he snapped at Bishop and almost got taken into the cage for his attitude. He had been chased out of a brothel the night before by a bunch of skinheads with shotguns and was fed up with coming up empty.
His spirits were lifted when the club got to work, pooling all their resources to help him find her. There was one terrible night where he thought she was dead. Taza came to him solemnly, phone in his hand that she died at the hand of a ruthlessly brutal pimp. Coco was halfway through a bottle of whiskey when Hank told him Taza’s source got her mixed up with another girl and she actually left with another pimp. It took several more long, painful weeks for his source to call back.
“She’s at a brothel on the border, Corte del Rey,” Taza murmured.
Coco’s blood boiled when he heard the name. Corte Del Rey was notorious for mistreating their employees. Stories about women chained up in cages when they weren’t working, hit for even daring to speak without being spoken to. He looked over at Bishop, who nodded.
“Time to put Corte del Rey out of business,” he decided.
Coco sat in the back of the van, gun resting over his lap. Gilly was next to him, while Creeper drove the van. The rest of the club rode ahead, checking out the building. He pulled his hood over his head, trying to breathe evenly and steady his hands. EZ opened the van doors and they slid out, Bishop calling them over to discuss their plan. Coco peered through his scope, pulling the trigger when he caught a guard’s eye. Half the club snuck down to the front of the warehouse and the other half lined up at the back door. Riz and Creeper stayed back to help any women who escaped and take care of anyone who showed up from the road.
Coco followed Hank through the back door, women screaming as bullets flew. EZ and Taza worked fast to free the women as the rest of the club handled the men holding them captive. They ran for the doors and Coco immediately spotted her trying to slip out the back. He followed her, catching her around the waist. She screamed and struggled in his arms, trying to fight him off.
“Hey, hey, corazón, it’s me!” he spun her around, “It’s Coco, hey,” he held her cheeks, tears spilling over his eyes as they locked on hers, “You’re safe now. It’s me…” he watched her eyes widen in recognition and she sobbed, both of them falling to the ground clutching each other tightly.
Coco couldn’t remember the last time he felt the warmth in his chest as she curled up in his lap, sleeping in the back of the van with the rest of the girls and a very thrilled Gilly. He brushed her hair back as gently as he could, watching her sleep. The van pulled up to Vicki’s but he stayed put, his arm wrapped around her waist. Gilly jumped out and helped the girls inside, where Vicki and her girls were waiting with food, first aid and a job if they wanted.
“You coming, bro?” Creeper asked.
He shook his head, “Don’t wanna wake her,” he spoke softly.
“One cup…” she mumbled to herself, acrylic nail skimming the page of the cookbook. A few pots bubbled in various stages of cooking, a pan of chicken baking in the oven. Coco’s house smelled like an Indian restaurant in every corner, despite the back door’s window cracked open.
She heard the sound of a motorcycle pulling into the driveway and smiled, her first real one all day. The bike cut and two voices arguing in loud, fast tones followed. Her heart raced but she willed it to calm down.
It’s just Coco and Letty. It’s safe. She was safe.
They came through the door still bickering and Letty slammed the door shut. She froze, images flashing in front of her eyes.
Screaming. Rough hands on her. Blood and chains.
Warm fingers wrapped around her wrist and she heard her name, gentle but urgent. She looked up to see kind eyes, his eyes on hers. She looked down to see his hand on her wrist, grounding her. He always knew how to bring her out of a flashback.
“Are you okay?” Coco asked, brow furrowed in concern.
She nodded and rubbed her eyes, “Sorry, it was the door…”
He drew in a slow breath to calm himself, “Man, I told that girl a million fuckin' times,” he walked off before she could stop him, “Leticia!”
She stirred some sauce, focusing on the radio and food until she heard her name again but in a lighter tone. She turned to see Letty standing in the kitchen doorway.
“I’m sorry,” Letty murmured, “I didn’t mean to scare you. He just makes me so mad sometimes.”
“I know,” she smiled softly, “I’m okay. What’s going on?”
Letty huffed in annoyance, “He’s telling me I can’t go out-“
“On a date,” Coco called from the patio.
“It’s a group date for a movie and dinner!” Letty exclaimed, “I even told him to come pick me up so you could scare him or whatever. And we’re meeting like 3 other couples there! And some people by themselves.”
“And I told you no boys,” he called back.
“I’m literally 19,” Letty glared at the open door, then looked back at her, “Please help.”
“Go get ready,” she winked and Letty grinned, running off.
She walked outside to find Coco sitting at the table, a lit cigarette in the ash tray as he looked over a disassembled gun. She picked up the cigarette and sat next to him.
“I don’t like being teamed up on,” he grumbled without looking up.
She smiled and took a drag, “But it’ll just be you and me here if she goes on the date. And you get to scare some poor kid.”
Coco looked up, his eyes soft as he watched her let the smoke out, “You sure you’re okay? There’s a lot of food in there.”
Cooking was usually a tell that she was feeling uneasy. Her therapist told her it was a healthy coping mechanism. She was good at it and enjoyed it. Letty and Coco also got to benefit from it but the more food he saw, the more worried he became.
“Tomorrow’s the anniversary,” she murmured, handing him the cigarette, “I’m just…keeping busy.”
He nodded in understanding, “I brought home more weed. You wanna smoke it before or after we eat?”
She smiled, “Both. Now stop changing the subject.”
He rolled his eyes playfully and took a drag of the cigarette, “I know how ugly this world is. We both do.”
“All three of us do,” she reminded him gently.
He sighed, “I know,” he admitted, “I just wanna protect her when I can.”
“It seems harmless, baby,” she nodded at the gun, “What’s wrong with it?”
“It jammed today,” he explained, “So I’m cleaning it and fixing it,” he took another drag, “Tell Letty she can go.”
She got up and kissed his head, “I already did,” she giggled and ran inside, turning to see Coco watching her with amused eyes.
His eyes are what drew her in. She’ll never forget the first time she saw them. Her mom’s newest “fiancé” had lost his job and they had to move. Again. He had a fierce look on his face as he stood between an older boy and a girl their age, earning him the nickname el Coco very early on. When she met the girl officially later that week, she said Coco was the only boy to trust.
The sound and chaos of his club descending on the brothel terrified her and the other girls. Whenever men had broken in before, the girls were either stolen and forced into other brothels or killed. When the doors opened and she fled to the back door, she thought she would be held captive again until she heard his voice and their eyes met. She knew she would never hurt again, safe with el Coco once again where she belonged.
“How do I look?” Letty’s voice broke her thoughts.
Letty was dressed for her date in a pair of black jeans and a cropped shirt, matching sneakers on her feet. Her hair was straight and down to her shoulders.
“Cute,” she smiled, “Are those the new jeans?”
Coco listened to them talk in the kitchen as he reassembled his gun. Their relationship made his heart softer every time he watched them together. She was there when he found out about Letty but was gone by the time she was born. They bonded over their shared experiences and hatred for Celia. She never called her mom but he would see Letty look at her with so much love it made his chest ache.
“Dinner’s ready, mi amor,” she called from the doorway.
He nodded and got up, kissing her softly before heading inside.
He frowned when he saw Letty sitting at the table, a plate in front of her as she texted.
“Why you only wearing half a shirt?” he arched an eyebrow.
Letty scoffed, “Because I like this shirt.”
She let herself zone out while they argued over dinner, the bickering comforting her. Coco ultimately lost the battle, much to his dismay before he cleaned up the table and took out a bigger gun.
“Are you joking?” Letty glared, “You’re so annoying.”
“What?” he blinked at her innocently, “I need to clean this one too.”
She was cleaning the dishes and looked over as Coco started disassembling it. She giggled, “Coco…”
He met her eyes and smirked, “Can’t have this one fucking up on me. Could be real bad, ma.”
Letty groaned, “I’m gonna be single forever.”
A knock sounded and Letty ran to answer the door. She brought in a young man, a little taller than her with curly brown hair and a nervous smile.
“Robert, this is my dad Coco,” she sighed, “Please ignore what he’s doing.”
Coco stood up, quietly studying the younger man with narrowed eyes. Robert’s hand was out between them and she saw a slight tremble. She knew Coco was eating that shit up inside.
“Nice to meet you, sir,” his voice trembled too but he tried to mask it.
“Robert,” he arched an eyebrow, “Where do you think you’re taking my kid?”
“We’re going to the movies,” he couldn’t stop glancing at the gun on the table, Coco’s knife next to it, “On uh…in the plaza,” he looked at Letty, “And dinner at the diner across the street. A lot of us.”
Coco walked around the table, sizing him up, “What do you know about me, Robert?” his voice took on a menacing edge.
The younger man’s eyes widened and he looked around for help. Letty was by his side, glaring at her father. He looked at the tattooed woman in the kitchen, who was silently watching Coco with a soft, amused smile.
“I know you’re uh…you’re in the Mayans,” he blurted out when Coco took another step toward him, “And…and you’re protective over Letty. I won’t let anything happen to her. I swear.”
“Oh I know you won’t,” Coco picked up his knife without looking, but Robert’s wide eyes didn’t miss it, “You know why?”
“I actually hate you,” Letty hissed at him.
“Why?” Robert swallowed harshly.
Coco’s lips stretched into a sinister smile, “Whatever happens to her,” he nodded at Letty, “Happens to you,” he pointed at Robert with the knife, “Entiendes?”
The younger man nodded quickly, his curls bouncing with the movement. Letty scoffed, “Okay, that was fun, let’s go,” she grabbed her purse and led him toward the door, “I’m not mortified at all.”
“Home by 10,” Coco called.
“Fuck off!” Letty called back as she dragged Robert down the driveway.
Unable to stop himself, Coco stood in the doorway with his knife, still glaring Robert down until he left. Coco grinned after closing the door, turning to lock eyes with his woman.
“Enjoy yourself?” she teased as he set his knife on the table.
“I got to threaten some kid and embarrass ours,” he wrapped his arms around her waist, “Of course I did.”
Her face softened, “Ours?” she whispered as she ran her hands up his arms gently.
He nodded, “Ours,” he mumbled before kissing her softly, “You’re not getting away from me again, corazón.”
A/N: this is based on an uber ride I had where the driver got two calls within the 20 minute ride, and since his phone was connected via car-play or whatever I saw the contacts on the screen. One from “Reina” one from “Mi Corazon” and I was like whoa…so after talking I’m a group chat with some friends I decided to post a positive take on this with Coco cause the idea made me laugh. (Also sorry it’s been ages since I’ve posted again…My Nana has been sick/in the hospital so I’ve been focusing on that)
“So what did you do to piss off your old lady, Mano?” Gilly asked as he plopped down in the chair next to his friend at a table in the clubhouse.
Angel walked over hearing the question. “(Name’s) pissed at Coco? What the hell did you do?” He sat in the other chair.
“I didn't do shit. That’s the thing!” Coco exclaimed.
“You had to do something,” Angel said, “That woman is all about you, for her to be so pissed off you’re hiding here…what the fuck is up?”
Coco sighed and shook his head. Deciding to explain the argument that had happened earlier that day…
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“Hey baby, can I use your phone to call mine, I can’t find it,” (Name) asked, walking into the living room.
Coco was admittedly distracted by the Soccer game he was watching on TV that he just handed her his phone. Not that it would matter much he had nothing to hide…at least from her.
“Thanks,” she said with a smile.
“No problem, Ma,” Coco said.
Unaware of the storm that was coming his way.
It was only a minute later when the TV was unceremoniously blocked by his girlfriend looking at him with eyes full of fire. He looked at her confused. She never looked at him like that.
“What?” He asked.
“What is my name in your phone?” She asked.
“What?” Coco asked again, confusion lacing his voice.
“Johnny, what is my name in your phone?!” She demanded.
“Reina, you know that,” he said.
“Right, then who the fuck is in here under Mi Corazon, Johnny?” She asked crossing her arms over her chest.
Realization dawned on the Mayan’s face, “Wait, wait…Ma, it’s not what it looks like.” He began to stammer.
“Oh really? What is it then, cause to me it looks like you’re fucking around on me!” She snapped, covering her hurt with anger, but Coco could see it.
He never planned for her finding that other name in his phone.
“(Name), you’re Mi Corazon,” he tried to explain, “It’s nobody else but you! There’s not another woman in my phone!”
“Bullshit, I know what I saw, you have my number in there under Reina, since we got together, but now there’s another woman you were talking to this morning under Mi Corazon!”
Coco cursed, he didn’t know how to explain it without sounding like a jackass. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you, I only talked to you this morning.” He said, doing his best to not raise his voice.
“Yeah, and someone else, obviously!” (Name) was not going to put up with anyone stepping out on her.
But Coco knew he wasn’t, he wouldn’t do that to her. She should know that. But…he also knew what this had to look like. He should have told her when he first put that contact in his phone. Now it almost felt like there was no explaining it.
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you! It’s you! It’s your work number!” Coco said, his voice just barely elevated, hoping for her to finally listen to him.
“Oh bullshit!” (Name) glared.
“I’m serious!” Coco exclaimed, “When you got that dumb work phone I was on a run across the border, remember?” He explained, “So I just added it as a new contact cause I didn’t have to think more. I was just gonna fix it later…but it made sense to me to keep different…”
Coco wasn’t usually this calm in arguments. But he knew he was right. And he also knew how (Name) could get down on herself. He’d been trying to be a better man for her. But it was hard when he was being accused of something he would never do to her. Never in a million years.
And she had to know that. He would swear she did.
But having two different contacts for the same woman did sound silly.
“What on earth?” She exclaimed, “How on earth does that make any sense?! Is this some kind of joke?”
Coco rubbed the back of his neck. How the fuck was he supposed to explain this. He knew why it worked in his mind.
“It’s not a joke, check the number for it, Mi Corazon,” he said.
She opened the phone again, knowing his password by heart. Another reason he knew she shouldn’t doubt him. He wasn’t hiding shit from his woman. He wanted her to know that.
“Don’t call me that right now!” She grumbled as she scrolled through his contacts, muttering to herself.
Realization dawned on her as she recognized the number under the contact ‘Mi Corazon’ as her work cellphone. The one the clinic just gave everyone to be used at work while personal phones were in their lockers. She gave Coco the number as soon as she could just in case he needed to reach her while she was on the clock.
Emergencies happens.
She looked at him unamused. “Why on earth wouldn’t you just add this to my usual contact?!” She asked.
“I was going to…but like…you got in trouble that one time when your coworker overheard me telling you just what I planned to do to you when you got home…” he explained and she nodded, “I don’t talk like that when you call me from the work number, right?”
“No…” she began.
“That’s why! Cause when I see Mi Corazon, I know it’s your work phone and I shouldn’t talk dirty,” He said, watching the realization hit her, “If it was all under Reina I wouldn’t think to check what phone number it is and just talk like usual…”
(Name) took a deep breath, “Why didn’t you tell me right away?!” She asked, feeling both embarrassed and still irritated, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.
“I forgot when I got back, and then it just kinda…I got used to it…” he said, reaching out for her, trying to comfort her, grinning softly.
(Name) pulled away from him and shook her head, "This isn't funny Johnny…” she said and walked off, trying to work out how she was feeling.
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“She left before I got up today and didn’t even text me all morning…” Coco sighed, “I mean it made sense to me…honestly if she wasn’t so pissed off it’s kinda funny…”
“Dude…you’re a fucking dumbass” Gilly laughed, “You gotta tell a woman that shit…no wonder she thought you were fooling around on her.”
Angel agreed, shaking his head and chuckling. Coco groaned. He knew that Gilly was right. But still, it made sense to him to do it.
Before he could say anything else both Gilly and Angel got up and walked off. He looked at them confused before he heard a voice he was almost afraid he never would hear again.
“Johnny, can we talk?” (Name) asked.
Coco stood up quickly and nodded. Leading her out to the front porch of the Mayans Clubhouse. He didn’t want an audience if she was gonna dump him.
“Querida, I…” he began, only for her to cut him off.
“I’m sorry Johnny, I do believe you wouldn’t cheat…but that scared me, you have to understand that, another name in your phone…a pet name…fuck Johnny…I was going to leave you last night…cause I won’t be treated that way… you know that…” she explained.
“No, mi amor, this is on me, I should have told you…I don’t blame you for thinking that…” he said and reached for her, relieved she let him hold her again.
He didn’t realize how scared he would be of losing her. He hugged her tightly.
“Tell me when you do something like this next time, babe,” she mumbled.
“Of course, Mi Corazon,” he murmured and kissed the side of her head.
She pinched his side making him cry out and laugh, "Careful with that pet name for a while, Johnny,” she teased.
Coco just laughed and nodded, hugging her tighter. He knew they would laugh about this one day. Maybe that day would come sooner than he expected.
Johnny 'Coco' Cruz from Mayana MC & Andrew 'Pope' Cody share some similarities and maybe that's why they're my favorite characters from their respective shows.
Yandere ask - Most likely Mayans to use overstimulation to force their girl into staying home because she's too worn out to go out
Angel, EZ, Coco, Manny and of course Miguel (wasn't sure if you meant only Mayans or the show in general)
EZ does it in a more discrete way, making it seem like he just so happened to overstimulate you enough to where you're sleepy and limp. Cooing at you, "I'm sorry baby. Didn't realize I made you come that many times." Offers up major aftercare and naps to take up more of your time so you don't even have the time to go out with the girls anymore. Would deny it if you ever asked.
Angel is open about it. "Look at the poor baby. Can barely keep her eyes open. Those legs are wide open though, huh? Clit too sensitive, don't want anything touching? Is that it? Guess you can't go out like you planned. I'm sure they'll understand." He planned it out and doesn't care if you know it. Takes his time cleaning you up and cuddling you.
Coco is cruel with it. He'll tell you even before he starts why he's doing it. "Going out? No. I don't think so. I think you'll stay here with me." Doesn't hesitate to tie you or restrain you in some way to make sure you take it all.
Miguel may even take it a step further, vibrator on your clit until your vision goes out and he has to gently smack your cheek to bring you back to, just to then motion to the door. "Go ahead. Go out with the girls. Let's see if you can even stand." And he's plenty cocky when you barely can, that evil smirk plastered on his face as he sucks his teeth at you. "Looks like you'll have to reschedule."
Manny will take no blame at all and place it all on you, chuckling at you when you whine. "Me?? What does it have to do with me? It's your body. I just wanted a taste before you left. I never said you couldn't go. You can get up and get ready right now. I won't stop you." Knowing damn well neither your brain nor your legs can function well enough for you to go anywhere.
Your Boyfriend is a Bitch Headcanon -Mayans Version
Summary: How the guys would react if they overheard some guy hitting on you and saying that your boyfriend is a bitch. Inspiration came from the song below.
A hint of mischief is in Coco's eyes as he turns to you after knocking the guy out who had went from telling you how beautiful you were to telling Coco he was a bitch and he could steal you away if he really wanted to.. "My bad ma" he states with a smile. You had been begging for a normal date night away from the clubhouse and brothers. As much as you loved them and the club sometimes it was nice to have a quiet dinner at a nice restaurant outside of town. You couldn't help the smile and laugh as you shook your head as you reached for his hand quickly moving to your car. "I can't take you anywhere. Always getting me in trouble" he continued as the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.
"Oh, really? You think you have a chance of taking me?" inquired Angel his voice casual as he turned to the younger guy who had sat down at your table. The guy had been chatting you up since you had stepped into the packed clubhouse looking for your man. Not taking a single word you had said to heart as you told him to back off and that your boyfriend was not one to play with. You watched as the mans eyes widened as he took in Angel and his eyes flickered over the patches. Angel was an imposing man sitting down but when he stood up the guy took off. "Thought I was the bitch?" laughed Angel as he sat back down looking at you.
Short king Bishop oozes big dick, don't fuck with me energy. Which is why you are stunned into silence as well as Gilly and Angel at what the new prospect has just said to him. The air is tense as Bishop contemplates the young man who had just dared to say he could fuck you better than him. "I assume you only said this because you think my beautiful goddess of a wife is a club girl correct? " asked Bishop as he gently taps your hip. Once you have stood up off his lap he stands up and walks to the new prospect who has decided now to shut his mouth. "I'll help you out son. There is no correct answer" states Bishop as he grabs the guys arm and leads him out the door.
Manny is all slow blinks and tight smiles as he listens to the man next to him at the bar describe all the ways he would do you as they wait for EZ to get them beers. "Said she has a boyfriend, dumb bitch doesn't know what she's missing out on. He's obviously a winner since he left her alone." states the man as he nudges Manny who chuckles darkly. "Yeah, the mother of my four beautiful girls over there sure is missing out" he states before punching the guy in the face. "Also im her husband not her boyfriend" states Manny before making his way to you. "This is why I don't bring you out ma. Always got me acting up" joked Manny as he pulled you too him for a kiss.
Guero is all angry forehead press and fists the minute the guy grabs your arm to turn you too him. The two of you had been taking a break from dancing and wee making out in the back of the packed clubhouse. You had mentioned to Guero earlier that the guy had been hitting on you and said he could take your boyfriend in a fight when you mentioned you were not single. Guero had wanted to put his fist through the guys face then but you had been so amused he had pushed the idea down so that he could keep that smile on your face. Now though it was on. No one touched what was his.
The moment your sweet Teddy Bear said excuse me and stood up you knew the guy was done for. It never ceased to amaze you how many people thought it was fun to poke the grizzly bear of a man that was Gilly. You smiled as he blew you and your daughter who was cooing away in your arms kisses before grabbing the back of the guys neck and walking him out of the clubhouse. "Still getting guys in trouble, four days after giving birth" chuckled Coco, making you laugh, as he stood up. "I'll make sure he doesn't kill the kid"
Creeper is silent as he watches you and the guy go back and forth. You have just as much blood on your hands as he does, he knows you can handle yourself. He won't hesitate to step in though if you want him too. He patiently waits for your cue as he sips his beer, chuckling when the guy says he can do you better and asks what position you like. "Do you like having your ass fucked?" you inquire as you tap Creepers arm. "As her bitch of a boyfriend I like to watch her fuck guys in the ass" he states as he looks the guy up and down.
"Who's the bitch now?" growled Bottles as he stood over the guy he had just punched in the jaw much to the shock of everyone. The guy had been following you like a scenthound, not taking your rejection of an offer to dance or to sneak off to a more private area. Even when you stated your boyfriend was a Mayan he was undeterred, going so far as to push you into a wall saying your boyfriend must be a bitch if he wasn't with you. Pushing Guero out of the way as he congratulated Bottles you pulled him to you demanding he take you home to bed now.
EZ is willing to let the guy slide. He's drunk and clearly overcome by your beauty. Who wouldn't be? He could not blame the guy for coming over and hitting on you. He probably figured you two were just friends sitting here having a drink and a chat. Its an easy mistake if you are new like he was. The two of you shared a look and small chuckle when the guy said your boyfriend was probably a bitch. He was going to let hat slide too but when the guy angrily slapped your beer out of your hand.....letting anything slide was out the door.
