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[tinyshyteacup]

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Tranq asking you out for the first time…

- Asking you out for the first time would probably take him quite some time. Tranq adores you so much but he just can’t bring himself to actually ask you.

- Most of all he‘d be nervous about the possibility that he read your signals wrong. He‘s a confident guy overall, but not when it comes to you.

- Just the thought of you getting all confused and trying to explain that you don’t see him like that makes him sweat. The thought of losing the friendship he built with you scares the hell out of him.

- Eventually it would probably be the others that convince him to finally make the first step.

-„Will you just ask her to dinner for fucks sake?“, Angel would snap at him during playing cards because Tranq keeps missing his turns from looking over at you.

- Hank‘s face would turn bright red, he didn’t think it was that obvious.

- Gilly: „Of course it’s fucking obvious, even Coco noticed“ Coco: „The hell is that supposed to mean?“

- Since their banter interrupted the game anyways, Hank would walk over to you, trying to keep his back straight and his breathing even. He was definitely not used to being all flustered like this.

- You were in the middle of a conversation with one of the other women, but you'd both pause to look at him as he approached. You could see little beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

- Tranq looked at you for a moment that felt like forever. "We should have dinner together tomorrow. Just you and me I mean. I'll cook you something nice", he would say, leaning a little closer to you.

- His breath hitched just the tiniest bit at the end, but suddenly he seemed much more calm now that the words were out. He stopped fidgeting with his hands and he looked at you calmly, waiting for your answer.

- You'd be surprised, but in the best way possible. You had a crush on him for a while now, but after he basically ignored all you signals you figured he just wasn't that into you. You could feel blush creep all over your cheeks as you smiled at him.

- "That sounds lovely... took you long enough", you would chuckle before placing a soft little kiss on his cheek, which made the biggest grin spread over his face.

[imagininghim]

Drunk Dialling

A/N: I have heard the song Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan so much on Tik Tok lately. Everytime I hear it I picture Ez, so of course I had to make a story about it.

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~~ Flashback ~~

"Swear Ez, it's always the same with you!" She screamed at me, continuing to throw her clothes in a suitcase.

"Mi amour, please we can talk about this!" I said taking ahold of her wrist in attempt to stop her from packing.

"No! It's always the same with you! Club this, Angel that! When is it gonna be me?" She said pulling her wrist from my grasp. I stood there speechless, unsure of what to say. With a sigh, she threw the last of her clothes into the suitcase and zipped it up. "That's what I thought, goodbye Ezekiel." And with that, she picked up the suitcase and walked out the door.

I stayed there and watched her walk out, hoping I would wake up from this nightmare.

~~ End of flashback ~~

It was a regular Friday night at the club, we had been throwing another party. I was sitting at the bar alone, sipping on my fourth or fifth beer of the night when Angel approached me.

"When are you gonna stop sulking little bro? It's been a year, it's time to let her go." With a scoff, I picked up my beer and chugged the rest of it. Signalling the prospect to bring me another as Angel let out a sigh.

"I'm not sulking, I'm just not in a party kind of mood." I said simply.

"You're never in the mood for anything anymore. When are you gonna go back to being your old self again?" I scoffed back at him before taking my beer off the bar and making my way through the crowd. Hearing angel call my name, I ignored it and continued out through the door.

When I got outside, I took a seat on top of the stairs before chugging the rest of my beer and throwing away the empty bottle, the sound of glass shattering in the distance. I pulled my phone out of my jeans and began scrolling through my camera roll and looking at all the pictures of her and I.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the door open and Angel come out.

"You wanna talk about it?" He said, taking the seat beside me on the steps. With a sigh, I slip my phone back into my pocket.

"I miss her." Staring straight ahead, I could feel Angel's eyes on me.

"I know you do, but you can't beat yourself up over it. It's been a year, it's time to move on! Fuck some other bitches and forget her!" I felt anger begin to boil up inside as I stood up and made my down the steps.

"You don't get it!" I snapped. With a sigh, Angel stood up and made his way down the steps and in front of me.

"What don't I get Ez? Huh?!" He snapped back poking at my chest. "It's been a year Ez, she's not coming back! You made your choice, it was her or the club and I know it hurts but you gotta let her fucking go. Ever since she left, all you've been doing is drowning your sorrows in a goddamn bottle instead of moving on!" Anger ran through my veins as I pushed against Angel.

"I can't! Why can't you get that?!" I screamed back at him. "It's not that fucking easy, I love her! Not a goddamn day goes by that I don't see her face, I look for her everywhere I go! I didn't even try to stop her." I felt tears begin forming in my eyes, "I jus- I just let her go, I let her walk out." Angel stared at me in silence. "Why did I let her go?"

"Come on, let's go back inside and forget this." I shook my head before walking past him and over to the steps.

"You go on without me." I said taking a seat. "I'll be in later." Without taking another look at Angel, I heard him let out a sigh before making his way up the steps and back into the club.

As the door closed shut, I pulled out my phone and went into my contacts. Hauling up her contact, I hovered my finger over her number, contemplating on making that call.

Letting the alcohol speak for me, I pressed down on the screen before pulling the phone up to my ear and hearing it ring.

ring... ring... ring... "Hey you reached (Y/N), leave a message and I'll call you back!"

"... Uh, hey... It's Ez... I just wanted to say... I miss you." And with that I hung up the phone. I rubbed my hand over my face, wondering if I was making a mistake leaving her a voicemail. Would she even listen to it? Or would she delete it and pretend I never called?

A million thought swirled around my head as I sat on the steps, the feeling of little wet droplets falling on my skin tore me away from my thoughts.

I let out a sigh, standing up and getting ready to head back into the club when I felt a vibration in my pocket.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)" Flashed across my screen. I slid my finger across the screen, answering the call and placing it against my ear.

"Ez... I miss you too..."

[sonhosquebrados]

He didn't deserve the ending he got! 💔

[theycallmequeenie]

Angel Reyes x Y/N

MasterList

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part Four:

A/N: Again, I just want to say that I am not Latinx and am completely winging this and in no way trying to disrespect anyone or anything in the Latinx culture. If I do get something wrong, please tell me and I will fix it right away. Now onto the next part of the story…

Things you should know about this part: Y/E/C = Your eye color. Also, we are pretending that bishop didn’t have a kid that he lost previously. Strong langue is used just a heads up on that.

That night Angel met his brothers in Templo and briefed them all on Y/N’s condition and what she and his pop’s had told them about what had happened and Coco and Gilly both agreed that they would start the recon work to try and find the guy that almost killed Y/N.

Bishop was at the head of the table and was clearly still angry that they had almost lost someone he had viewed as a daughter. This whole situation made him feel a level of fear he hadn’t in a long time. A fear he had thought he had buried. His life he had to bury all any and all emotions besides anger to survive in that world. This dredged all those emotions to the surface, and he was having a hard time concealing them and everyone was starting to notice. Bishop decided to end the gathering at this point and slammed the gavel adjourning them, asking Angel to stay behind for a talk.

Agreeing angel move closer to his Presidente speaking first, “Bish, I know this situation is bad, but she told me to come back here ant update you guys. She knew everyone would be worried about her and that I should be here because all she was going to be doing was sleeping. I did stay until she drifted off again…”

Angel had finally paused to take a breath when Bishop finally spoke up, “She told you to be here right? So, you are finally going to listen to her then?! We almost lost that girl! You understand that right?! That perfect, amazing, wonderful, Y/E/C eyed girl almost died thinking you stopped loving her and that she wasn’t welcome in this clubhouse. Or around her found family because of your bullshit! That changes now, understand?!”

Bishop was yelling at this point and Angel couldn’t blame him. He knew how awful he had been because of his jealousy, and he knew everyone knew that was what drove Y/N away. “Bish I never meant to push her away like that, I was afraid one of the guys or even you would take her from me. She was getting so close with everyone…” Angel was beating himself up over it now. He knew how ridiculous he was being then and how ridiculous he sounded now.

Bishop took this as his opportunity to really lay into Angel because he was so blinded by jealousy his couldn’t see the way things really were between everyone and Y/N, “You stupid son of a bitch! You’re seriously going to try that shit with me? You know how she looks at the rest of us? Like brothers! And they all love her like a little sister. And hell, she’s like a daughter to me.’’

Bishop slammed his fist on the table instead of into Angel’s face like he desperately wanted to, he was frustrated at the entire mess they were in. He sighed and tried to calm himself. Standing, he looked to Angel, “Now I’m going to go and sit with our girl so that she isn’t in that hospital room by herself. You go have your fun with the guys.”

With that he stomped out past Angel and out to his bike, starting it up and speeding off to Y/N’s bedside. Angel walked out of Templo and looked at the guys, who were all looking at him with an expression of ‘you screwed up big and every word Bishop said was right.’ No one needed to actually say it; however, it hung in the air like cigarette smoke.

Bishop arrived at the hospital and after some bribery, he made his way into Y/N’s room sitting down in the chair that Angel had previously occupied. He sat next to her and held her hand gently. He watched her happy that she was on the upswing and that, after quite a bit of healing and down time, she would be okay. He stayed all night, awake, and watching her ready to jump and run for a nurse at any sign of movement or distress. He couldn’t help the smile and tears that pricked his dark eyes when she opened hers and offered him a weak smile and greeted him with a soft ‘Hey you”.

He was grinning ear to ear and wiping the corners of his eyes as he spoke to her, “Hey Sweetheart. You scared the hell out of us.” He spoke quietly and brushed the hair out of her eyes. He was so stern and stoic all the time around everyone but her. With Y/n he could be real instead of the hardened soul he had become from years of the club and club business.

She smiled sadly back and apologized to him, “I’m sorry Bishop. But thank goodness for Coco. The nurses say if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t still be on this side of the dirt. Sure, am glad he’s got the training he has.”

Bishop nodded in agreement to Y/n’s words. He knew all too well if they hadn’t had Coco there, she’d be gone. A thought he did his best to shake out of his head. He gave a dry laugh, “Yeah, that’s a phrase uttered frequently…” He trailed off knowing she never cared for the way he’d harass Coco and the guys, and he didn’t want to upset her, not now.

After giving him a look noticing him trail off, she squeezed his hand, “They are moving me to a regular room today, if all goes to plan that is…” Y/n now trialed off knowing all too well that things could change in a heartbeat.

Bishop knew it too. He did his best to deflect and keep the subject light. He didn’t want her stressing over too much. Before he could change the subject though Y/n spoke again.

“Bishop, any word on who did this yet? I know it’s a little soon but…’’ She looked slightly hopeful that her boys had come through but when Bishop shook his head her heart sank slightly. He did tell her that Coco and Gilly were on it. This made her feel better knowing that those two wouldn’t sleep until they had found the shooter.

A nurse had come into the room and started taking Y/n’s vitals and doing other things that needed done asking what the relation was to the man in the room and Bishop spoke up before Y/n could saying that she was his daughter. Which caused Y/n to cry because that was something that had never been discussed between them it was just assumed that was the dynamic they had.

Y/n had never had a dad in her life, she barely had a mom. She had thought that Phillipe would be the only one to end up becoming a ‘bonus dad’ to her but Bishop also ended up in that role and to hear him say that proudly to the nurse was something she hadn’t expected from him.

The nurse started checking information and begave to try to question his statement only for Y/n to shut her down with a simple “I was adopted, and it was decided I was to keep my last name.” This seemed to satisfy the nurse and the subject was promptly dropped. The nurse said that the doctor would be in shortly to make the decision about moving her to a regular room.

The doctor came into the room about twenty minutes after the nurse had left and checked Y/n over and informed her that she was indeed well enough to be moved to a regular room and would most likely be sent home in another day or so but wouldn’t be able to be by herself for at least a week after.

Bishop told the doctor not to be worried about that, she would be with at least one person around the clock between his club and her boyfriend father she wasn’t being left out of anyone’s sight for quite some time. Most likely well beyond that week, which prompted both the doctor and Bishop to chuckle.

As the doctor started going over the things that would be necessary after she was sent home Bishop’s phone rang and he excused himself to take the call. Once he returned the Doctor finished up his speech and left. Bishop looked at Y/n and she knew.

Bishop spoke in s deadly serious tone, “That was Coco, they found him. Now here is the tricky part, who do you want to stay here with you while the rest of us go take care of this piece of shit?”

To Be Continued…

Part Five

@ xnarca @withmyteeth

[iamaslutforcoffee]

Just Pretend

Chapter One:Princess of Santo Padre

"Curiosity often leads to trouble"

-Alice in Wonderland (1951)

~~~~~

"¿Tienes algún plan hoy, niña?" (Do You have any plans today baby girl? ) My father asked as I helped him bring in my luggage to abuela's house and into the spare room.

I simply shook my head.

"No, other than going to lunch with Emily. You know she's going to have my head if I don't come meet her and Miguel's son" I replied, finishing off a tight dutch braid of my hair.

"¿Por qué? ¿El club me necesita?" (Why? Does the club need me?) I paused briefly.

He simply chuckled and came over to me, kissing the top of my head.

"tu dedicación a este club me hace pensar que eres miembro de este club" (Your dedication to this club makes me think you're apart of this club) he replied. I simply smiled and finished off the second braid.

"I'm going to head out, they need me in templo.. something about going to base town." He spoke, placing a kiss on my head and heading out the door.

I simply smiled and stood up, walking him to the door and making sure he put on his helmet when riding.

"You know, it's almost like you care about his safety more then me, Fleur" I heard from my best friend. I simply flipped him off.

"Angel, leave her alone. You and I both know she will gut you like a pig" my father spoke and I shook my head.

Its always these damn men.

As i finished getting ready for the day, my phone went off, noticing it was Emily I smiled and answered.

"If you're calling to ask me to babysit absolutely. I'll watch my god baby" I smiled, picking out the days outfit.

"I was actually calling to see if you wanted to have lunch. Miguel is busy doing some kind of work and I don't want to stay in the house with Dita.." Emily spoke, the irritation in her voice evident when she spoke of Dita.

"Emily.. I love you to death. But give me a break on the Dita thing. That's your mother in law..you have got to understand her side of things" I replied. I decided on a simple pair of leggings, a nice and flowy t shirt and a pair of converses. It was extremely hot today in Santo Padre, I wasn't going to try dying just because I wanted to look cute.

"Nicole.. I do understand her side. But she's just so... pushy. Its as if she wishes she was me instead of in her own position. " I could hear the frustration and decided just to bed it. I didn't want to deal with her anger.

"So, where for lunch?" I asked, grabbing my jacket and purse.

"Just here. If its okay, Nestor is picking you up on the way to Miguel."

I sighed. Nestor was Miguel's best friend, and he was merciless. A beautiful, but very troubled man. He was Miguel's right hand, and also his best friend.

As I went to go outside to my car Nestor was already there in the famous black escalade.

"Yeah, he's already here Em. I'll see you soon!" I smiled, hanging up.

I peered at Nestor, whom seemed to be as enthused with me as I was him.

"You gonna let me sit up front or am I still subjected to the back seat?" I asked. He stared me down, the dark orbs of his eyes peering back at me. He cracked a smile and shook his head.

"Always a pleasure, Fleur." He opened the passenger door and waited for me to get in.

" Don't call me that, Duendecillo" (gremlin) I climbed into my seat and put the seat belt on, not trusting his ability to drive. Nestor scoffed and rounded to the drivers side of the vehicle.

"You really ought to give him a chance, Nicole. Hes not that bad." I heard Miguel say from behind me.

"Jesucristo, Miguel. Tienes que dejar de hacerme esa mierda sabiendo muy bien que tengo un corazón débil." (Jesus christ, miguel. You have got to stop doing that shit to me knowing damn good and well I have a weak heart.)

Miguel laughed, shaking his head. Nestor got into the vehicle and put his sunglasses back on, pulling out of the driveway.

"And give him a chance for what? To teach me how to braid my own hair?" I turned in my seat to face my bestfriends husband. I started playing with the end of Nestor's braid, much to his disapproval. I smiled and yanked it a bit, just for him to turn his attention towards me and give me a look that would normally make me melt, but only added fuel to the fire.

"I can't wait to kill you" he simply spoke, and I sat back in my seat.

"First of all, you can't. Emily would have your head and bitch to Miguel which we both know won't go over well. Secondly, where the fuck are you driving? Did you braid your hair too tight because this isn't the way to the estate" I replied. It wasn't a lie.. we weren't even headed in the same direction as Emily and Miguel's home was.

Miguel coughed uncomfortably in his seat, and I looked at him through the mirror. His eyes screamed for me to just please give him a break from our bickering and I sighed, knodding.

Eventually we did stop at an abandoned building, and a group of motorcycles stood outside the entrance.

"Wait, Miguel. Why is my father and the MC here? What's going on?" I asked, turning in my seat.

"It's just a small detour for buisness. I asked the MC for a favor on something and they simply complied. I hope you don't mind.. I can have Nestor drive you to Emily and Cristobal shortly.." he continued but I shrugged.

"No, it's ok. I can visit my father for some more time. " I smiled quickly and got out of the vehicle, being met by my tio bishop.

"Niña, ¿qué haces aquí?" (Baby girl, what are you doing here?) He asked, giving me a quick hug. He was always so protective of me, especially since his son, my cousin, passed away a few years ago. I think he took to me as if I was his own daughter..which was fine. Between him, my father and tio Marcus I was the princess of the Mayans.

"Quick detour, I was on the way to visit Emily. They picked me up. " I replied, looking quickly at Nestor and Miguel.

My eyes set on Nestor, who was standing against the vehicle. His eyes seemed to be trailing me, and as they set on mine he quickly turned his attention away.

We walked in and there was a bigger man tied to a church pew, this must of been what my father was talking about when he said that they were going to Base Town. For some strange reason, Miguel put on a yellow rain coat and it made me giggle.

"Look at him! He looks like he's going to audition for the role of georgie in IT" I quietly spoke to Angel, causing him to giggle.

"Nikki, stop." He replied and I couldn't help myself, I kept going.

"What? Look at him! He about to start singing and shit about dancing in the rain!" I replied, laughing harder. The attention in the room turned to us and I shrugged.

"My apologies" I very quickly spoke, Nestor looking at me with an annoyed look on his face. I shook my head at him and flipped him off, adding what ever fuel to a fire i could.

Miguel turned back to the bound man, starting to question him.

"You ever meet her?" He asked, crossing his hands infront of him.

"Never in person. She'd give us a call or a text, gave us a drop point" the man replied.

"Where?"

"Indio Quarry. We used proxies to drop off the drugs, pick up the cash. Never saw a face..no names.."

Nestor grabbed a bag off of the table behind him, handing it and its contents to Miguel.

"Found this in your jeep. Payment?"

"She didn't tell us it was the cartel..I swear" the man replied.

"Bullshit, your men were told of the fact it was the Galindo Cartel when they robbed the MC. "I spat out, getting annoyed.

"Not now, Fluer. Please. " Miguel spoke to me, turning his attention back to the man.

"Was she.. American?" Miguel spoke.

"No.. spoke English, but she was latina i think. Young. She sounded young. " the man replied. He looked so scared, but I knew it was a guise. I walked to Nestor who was playing with various knives, and picked up a machete.

"Unless you plan on getting your shirt stained and having a meltdown, put it down." Nestor spoke, not bothering to even look at me.

"Nestor, I think you did your braids too tight. You're forgetting I don't have meltdowns over blood on me.. you forget so easily." I cupped his face, smiling.

I walked away from him with the weapon in hand, towards the man. As Miguel turned around I lifted the weapon, and swung it down on the man's arm. He cried out in pain, obviously. His blood splattered on my face, my clothes..

Some of the Mayans who weren't familar with me looked at me in terror, my father simply shook his head and Miguel sighed, shaking his head.

"Nicole... we have people for that. " he spoke, but I put my hand up.

"He basically took food out of Cristobal's tummy. It needed to be done. Besides.. pigtails over there shouldn't be the only one to have fun" i replied. I walked back over to Nestor smiling. The look in his eyes was something different and I just stared at him, using his button up to wipe the blood off my face quickly.

"Dont ever doubt me again, pigtails. " I said quietly to him and walked back outside.

This was going to be fun.

[cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic]

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Characters:  Coco Cruz

Pairing: Coco Cruz  x Reader

Fandom: Coco Cruz, Mayans MC

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

Word Count: 1911

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

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

“Hello?” He said in a confused tone.

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

“Hi Coco it’s (Y/N).”

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

“You need something?”

“No. I just wanted to talk to you.”

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

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

“You mean when you broke up with me?”

I let out a long sigh knowing he was right.

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

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

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

“Check your text messages.”

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

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

“You need me?”

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

“Are you home right now?”

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

“I’m on my way.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes please.” I begged

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

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

“I do.”

“Say it.”

“I want more.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I did as I was told.

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

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

“Yes, please spank me Daddy.”

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

“Yes Daddy.”

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

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

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

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

“Yes!”

“You ever gonna leave me again?”

“No!”

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

“Say it.” He growled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 He chuckled and gave my shoulder a kiss.

“You better not.” 

[pumpkin-spice-hate]

I’d like to announce that Elgin James (and every writer and director on Mayans M.C. ) and I now have major beef.

Spoilers of s5 e6 are below the cut

HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME????

I understand creative choices and I’m not trying to shit on your show but who gave you the right to kill MY man?

I refuse to acknowledge this move and will continue to live in denial.

Mayans M.C. cannot be canon, my Happy is alive and well.

With all due respect go fuck yourselves