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Hide Your Heart (Manny)

Paring: Animal Kingdom!Manny x Cody!Reader

Summary: set in 1977, y/n Cody is the baby sister of Janine Cody. She doesn't go on jobs with Manny's crew, but wants too. Her boyfriend Manny would rather keep her home and safe. Unfortunately he can't keep her safe from everything.

Warnings: smut, smoking weed, implyed age gap(not a big one), gun shots, murder in the self defense, oral(F receiving), praise, slight chocking, one 'yes, sir'.

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“A shot ran out like thunder and the blood was on her hands with nothing won. When someone lies dying, lovers finally understand” - Hide Your Heart, KISS.

Most nights, quiet surrounded whatever safe house she was stuck in that night. Y/n was used to silence and the occasional sounds of nature through the open window. Then when the crew was home engines would idle along outside, radios would crackle from the living room, and Colin and Jack's annual argument over plans for the next score. Y/n couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to spend their lives not looking over their shoulders.

Manny had been gone nearly a week this time. She knew not to complain - to just be grateful he came back in one piece and to just savor his presents until he leaves again.

Like tonight, he was propped up against the headboard in a white tank top, one hand cupped loosely around her waist while they shared a joint between them. It wasn't about getting high anymore. Not for either of them. It was just another routine in a life that rarely allowed them to slow down.

Her sister Janine had gone with him, of course - she always did. Y/n took the joint from his fingers and took a long drag before looking back to him. “When's the next job?”

He exhaled slowly, the smoke curling around his face before disappearing into the air. “Couple weeks maybe? Depends on how this deal goes” He took the joint back from her and took another hit, his thumb tracing circles on her hipbone absently.

“Janine going?”

He took a slow drag, holding the smoke in his lungs for a second before exhaling it toward the ceiling. “Yeah,” he said, his voice rough but unsurprised. “She always does” - *not like head a choice on the matter.* He tapped the ash into an empty tray on the nightstand before looking back at her.

Y/n rolled her eyes, looking away as she brought the joint to her lips. Manny knew that look. He'd seen it a hundred times. “Yeah...”

“Don't start” He watched as she smoked, noticing the way her lips wrapped around the joint, the way her throat bobbed as she inhaled. He almost wanted to hear her complain like she always did. It was almost comforting at this point. Something familiar in his life that never changed.

Her eyes snapped back to his. “I didn't even say anything”

“You don't have to,” he said lowly, taking the joint back from her. “I can see it in your face, y/n. Every fucking time,” He shifted slightly, the sheets rustling between them. “You know the rules” His thumb pressed a little firmer into her hipbone, not painful but firm enough to remind her who she was talking to.

Y/n let out a sharp breath and leaned back enough to look him in the eye. “I don't get it, Manny”

His jaw tightened as he looked back at her. He knew this was coming. He always knew with her. She was like a clock - predictable and annoying as hell sometimes. But damn did he love her - the only decent thing in his life. “We've been over this” he warned lowly.

“No, you've talked, and I've listened”

“It's business,” His voice was flat, final. But he could see she wasn't buying it - not tonight. Her eyes were too hard, too tired. He stubbed out what was left of the joint and turned his full attention to her, his hand moving from her hip to cup the back of her neck. “Okay?”

“No. You and the crew go out and I get left behind” she shot back.

“You're my girl,” He said lowly, like she was a child. His fingers tightened slightly on the back of her neck, a silent warning. He was getting annoyed and they both knew it. “You stay here and you stay safe”

“I know” she mumbled.

“Then quit acting like I’m punishing you,” he muttered, his thumb stroking the side of her neck to soften the irritation in his voice. He knew she hated it - hated being left in the dark, hated sitting in safe houses waiting for a phone call that might never come. But that was the life. “You stay here, you stay safe. That’s the deal”

Y/n's frustration remained. “and I'm tired of it”

He let out a sharp, frustrated sigh, dropping his hand from her neck back down to the sheets. “Tough,” he said bluntly, his voice leaving no room for argument. He was done debating this. “I don't know what you gotta complain about, You've got a roof over your head. Food in the fridge. You don't have to worry about money”

“that's not the point”

He went rigid under her touch, his muscles twitching involuntarily as her fingers traced the sharp lines of his hips. He knew exactly what she was doing - trying to soften him up, distract him, or maybe just feel connected. It usually worked, which pissed him off more. “Then enlighten me”

“I want you to take me with you” she says, her fingers brushing down his lower abdomen and then tracing his hips.

His jaw clenched and unclenched as he looked at her, those words hanging heavy between them. “You can't,” he said sharply, catching her wrists before they could go any lower. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “I'm not discussing this”

Y/n laughed bitterly. “See? Same thing every time”

“That's because every time you make this same fucking request,” he shot back, his grip on her wrists firm but not painful. He could see her getting worked up, and part of him wanted to give in just to shut her up. But he couldn't. “You think I want you out there getting shot at? Getting recognized? Getting killed?”

She knew the consequences. Hell, she prayed every night - lied awake most nights, worrying about whether or not Manny was gonna come home or not. Still, she held her ground. “You don't think I can handle myself”

“It’s not about whether you can handle yourself,” he snapped, his voice low and intense. Losing her terrified him. “It’s about keeping you alive. You’re the only fucking good thing in my life, y/n. The last thing I need is for you to get caught in the crossfire”

Y/n's head dropped and she nodded softly. “Okay” she murmured.

His grip on her wrists softened, and after a moment he pulled her against his chest. He knew that silence - that defeated little nod. It wasn't acceptance. It was her giving up the fight for tonight. His hand moved to the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair. “Don't do that” he muttered against the crown of her head.

“I'm agreeing with you” she pressed, hands dropping to his shoulders. He hated that defeated tone in her voice, but he wasn't going to apologize for keeping her safe.

The movement was sudden and sharp, stealing the air from her lungs. One second she was curled into his chest, the next her back was hitting the mattress, Manny’s heavy weight settling firmly between her legs. He pinned her wrists effortlessly to the pillow on either side of her head, his knees forcing her thighs apart.

“You're agreeing because you know I'm right” he echoed darkly, his face hovering inches above hers.

She stared up at him, chest rising and falling rapidly under his weight. There was no room to argue now, not with him looming over her like this, his expression unreadable but intense. He held her wrists pinned against the pillow, his thumbs pressing into her pulse points to remind her who was in control.

“I know” she whispered finally, her voice lacking any fight.

A slow, dangerous smirk tugged at his lips, his thumbs still circling her pulse points - feeling how fast her heart was racing, not from fear but from this. From him. He leaned down until his lips were a breath away from hers. “Don't bring it up again”

Her breath hitched. “Yes, sir”

“Buena Chica,” The soft 'sir' was like a fucking drug - submission and respect wrapped up in two syllables. His hips shifted slightly, pressing down against her core. He wasn't hard yet but he would be soon if she kept talking to him like that. “now kiss me”

She tilted her head up instantly, pressing her lips against his. It was soft, obedient, and absolute surrender. There was no hesitation, no lingering argument - just submission, letting him settle the dominance and reassure them both. Manny hummed against her mouth, letting go of her wrists to slide his hand into her hair instead, deepening the kiss immediately.

He kissed her like he owned her - like she was his territory to claim. His tongue demanded entrance, sweeping against hers in a slow, dominant rhythm. He nipped at her lower lip, tugged it between his teeth, soothed the sting with his tongue. He pulled away before, falling back to his side of the bed. “now go to sleep, party at Lou's tomorrow”

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The safe house was silent except for the steady hum of the old refrigerator in the kitchen and the occasional sound of traffic outside. Y/n had been fast asleep, curled against Manny's side, when she heard it - a soft thud. Then there was another. Manny's entire body tensed beneath her. He untangled himself from her limbs slowly, quietly, his eyes scanning the room even though it was pitch black. He'd been in this game long enough to recognize the sound of someone trying to be quiet - someone who definitely didn't belong. His hand slid into the nightstand, grasping the gun he kept there.

Y/n pushed herself up on her elbows. “What is it?” she whispered.

He pressed a finger to his lips, silencing her instantly, then pointed at the floor beside the bed. He wanted her down low where she'd be harder to see if someone came through that door. Another soft thud, closer this time. Someone was definitely trying to break in. She crouched behind the bed as Manny moved silently across the room, pressing his back against the wall beside the bedroom door. He could hear muffled voices now, at least two people. They thought they were being quiet but Manny's hearing was sharp, honed by years of this shit. He brought the gun up, pointing it at the door, his finger hovering over the trigger.

Then he disappeared into the dark hallway. Y/n sat frozen for a moment, listening. At first, there was nothing. Soft creaks on the floor boards quickly turned into hurried footsteps. A crash soon followed and the sounds of struggle. Jake started shouting after a loud thud hit the floor. Her heart hammered against her ribs.

She tried to stay put - really, she did, but every instinct screamed that something was wrong. Manny wasn't calling for her and he wouldn't if he could and the sounds coming from the living room were getting worse. Her eyes landed on the dresser where Manny left his .22 earlier that night. Before she could think twice, she grabbed it. The metal felt cold and heavier than she expected. She moved carefully down the hallway, her bare feet silent against the worn wood floor.

She rounded the corner into the living room, the scene snapped into focus all at once. The living room was a disaster zone - a lamp shattered on the floor, glass everywhere. The stranger had wrestled Manny on the ground near the sofa, struggling to pin his arms while Jake was flat on his ass with wrists duck taped behind him. The stranger and Manny were both shouting in rapid Spanish, panic overriding their discipline. Manny’s gun had slid across the floor, out of reach.

Everything seemed to slow down. The stranger pulled his gun, pointing it at Manny. The chamber clicked and for one terrifying second, nobody moved. Instinct took over and y/n raised the gun. She pulled the trigger and a crack echoed through the house. The stranger went still and collapsed sideways onto the floor. Silence followed and it was heavy and the ringing in her ear followed. It felt unreal.

Manny shoved himself upright immediately, patting himself down out of pure reflex, checking for injuries. His breathing was hard and fast. There was no blood, no wounds - he was okay. He looked at the man lying motionless beside him then looked at her.

She was standing there with the gun now pointing to the floor, face pale, eyes wide. She stood there shaking like she couldn't believe what she'd just done. Blood was already pooling across the floor. Manny rose slowly - carefully. Approaching her like a frightened animal. “It's okay,” he said quietly. Her eyes flicked to his face, wide and unfocused. His expression softened immediately. “It's okay, baby”

“Manny” y/n said just above a whisper.

“Estoy aquí,” he murmured instantly, closing the remaining distance between them. Jake struggled, but managed to cut the duck tap on his wrists with a shard from the broken lamp. Manny reached out for the gun gently and she let go without resistance. He tucked the gun into the back of his jeans before his large hands came up to frame her face, forcing her to look at him and away from the body. “Look at me”

Her gaze found his. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he promised immediately, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones to ground her. “I’m not hit. I’m okay.” He kept her face bracketed in his hands, forcing her to maintain eye contact so she wouldn't spiral back into shock.

Behind him, Jake crouched beside the body, checking for any sign of movement. He was stone cold dead. He looked up at Y/n and for a moment, his expression was unreadable then he nodded, a tight-lipped smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Nice shot”

Manny shot Jake a warning look - not now. Jake's expression sobered immediately, and he stood, turning his attention toward the windows and doors, making sure they were alone.

“Come here” Manny pulled y/n close, wrapping his arms around her shoulders protectively. He felt her shake slightly against him, clinging to his shirt with both hands. He looked down at her, his expression softening even more. Just a few weeks ago, they'd argued because she wanted to be part of this life. Now she stood in the middle of it.

“I'm sorry” she said, her voice cracking.

"Don't apologize,” he said firmly, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of her head. He pressed a kiss to her temple, breathing in her scent - still her, still his, even with the smell of gun powder. “You fucking saved my life. You understand that?”

She was silent, just breathing against his chest, trying to regulate her heart rate. Her hands were still shaking, so he gripped them between his, rubbing warmth back into her skin. Jake was already wrapping the body in a sheet and duck taping it nice and tight.

“Breathe, baby,” he coached softly, pulling her hands up to press kisses against her cold knuckles. “Just breathe. It’s over. You did good” He kept his voice low and steady, grounding her. Jake dragged the wrapped bundle toward the back door with practiced efficiency, stepping over the shattered glass without a second thought.

“we gotta get rid of the body” y/n said softly.

Manny pressed another kiss to her forehead, keeping his hands firmly wrapped around hers. “Jake is handling it,” He smoothed his thumbs over her trembling knuckles. “You are not touching any of that. You handled the hard part”

Jake kicked the back door open, dragging the wrapped body out into the night without needing instructions. Manny turned her face gently back toward him. “Look at me,” he commanded softly. His eyes were dark and intense, focusing solely on her. “You shot someone tonight. How are you feeling?” He knew the aftereffects could hit hard - adrenaline crashes, shock, nausea. He braced himself for tears or vomiting or both.

She kissed him instead. The intense kind that helped her forget and he responded instantly, understanding the silent plea - an anchor. His hand slid to the back of her neck, angling her head to deepen the kiss, swallowing the lingering adrenaline and panic pouring off her tongue. He let her use him to ground herself, kissing her back with just enough force to make her feel real, to pull her out of the shock.

When she finally pulled back, her breathing was steadier, her hands less shaky. He rested their foreheads together, closing his eyes. “That’s my girl” He murmured, thumb tracing along her jaw.

Jake came back in, wiping his hands on his jeans, the body in the truck and ready to go dump. “Neighbor's lights are still off. No one heard shit. We’re good”

“Good,” Manny said, his voice steady. He kept one hand on the back of her neck, keeping her close as he looked over at Jake. “You got everything?” Jake nodded before heading out. The back door clicked shut as he left, the silence of the safe house rushing back in, though the air was now heavy with the metallic scent of blood and shattered glass. Manny didn’t move her away, keeping his forehead pressed against hers, his thumb still stroking her jaw.

“You okay?” he asked softly, reading the shift in her breathing now that the immediate threat was gone.

“No, just... ” she said honestly. “Just help me forget about it”

He didn’t hesitate, his hands immediately moving to frame her face as he kissed her deeply. No gentleness this time, just pure intensity and distraction - the exact thing she needed. His lips crashed against hers, his tongue demanding entry as he lifted her up abruptly, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her through the disaster toward the bedroom. He shoved the door open with his shoulder and dropped her onto the bed before climbing over her.

“Focus on me,” he ordered against her lips, his hands already pulling at her shirt. “Only me” His forehead pressed against hers again, eyes dark and locked on her.

She let him pull her shirt off and she pulled his up too, running her hands over his chest and abs. Anything to keep her mind off what happened. He understood, his hands moving quickly to untie her sweatpants, tugging them down her legs along with her underwear. “eyes on me” he said softly.

She nodded, gripping the sheets underneath her. He leaned down to kiss along her neck, his stubble scraping down her skin. He kissed down her breasts, grounding her, deliberately distracting her. He knew exactly how to handle her brain - overloading her senses with physical intimacy so the violence couldn't settle.

His hands mapped her hips and down her thighs, keeping her attention strictly on his touch. “Just me,” he murmured against her stomach. “Nothing else”

His lips traveled lower, kissing along her pelvis before settling between her thighs. His tongue found her core immediately, slow and deliberate, giving her something else to feel - to focus on. He kept one hand pressed flat against her lower stomach, grounding pressure while the other slid under her ass to tilt her hips up for better access.

“B-baby” y/n moans as her hands fall into his hair, her fists curling into the thick locks.

He groaned against her, the vibration of it making her hips twitch. “Sí” he murmured, lips brushing her sensitive flesh. His tongue worked slow and deep, savoring her like this - using her pleasure to drown out the memory of the gunshot still echoing in her head.

Her thighs trembled against his jaw and he pressed firm hands to hold them open. His tongue circled her clit slowly, teasingly, before sucking gently. The combination of pressure and motion had her gasping, hips bucking against his mouth. He held her down easily with his hands on her hips, continuing the slow torture - making her feel, making her forget. He growled against her when she tugged on his hair impatiently.

“Patience, Cariña” he muttered against her, the words vibrating through her core. He licked slowly again, building the pleasure deliberately - giving her brain something else to do besides replay the violence. He could tell she was getting lost in it, her moans growing louder and less coherent.

“P-please... Manny, please”

He didn’t tease her anymore. He flattened his tongue and licked a firm, heavy stripe up her center before sucking her clit into his mouth, relentless and rhythmic. Her back arched off the mattress, a broken cry falling from her lips as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses, drowning out the blood and the gunshots. He worked her methodically, pushing her toward the edge of oblivion. Her thighs clamped around his head, her grip tightening in his hair as she chased the inevitable release. When it hit, it ripped through her entire body - violent and desperate.

He felt her thighs shake around his ears as she came with a sharp cry. He didn't stop, tongue moving relentlessly to draw out the orgasm, to make her feel it in every cell - to replace the violence with pleasure. When her body finally went limp, he kissed her inner thigh gently and crawled up her body. He hovered over her, his weight supported on his forearms, staring down at her flushed, panting form. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, her chest heaving. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to her lips.

“Better?” he asked softly, his thumb brushing her cheek.

Y/n nodded softly, catching her breath. “y-yeah”

He leaned down to kiss her forehead, his broad chest pressing against hers. “Good” He sat back on his knees and began undoing the button on his jeans, eyes never leaving her face. She watched him through hooded eyelids, her brain too fuzzy to think about anything except for the slow slide of his zipper.

He pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough, freeing himself. Her eyes dropped to the heavy curve of his cock, already hard and straining against his lower abdomen. He hooked her legs over his arms, leaning forward to blank her body with his, the tip of him teasing her soaked entrance.

“Eyes on me, baby” he reminded her, voice dropping an octave.

She met his gaze, pupils blown and lips parted. He pushed in slowly, the thick head of him stretching her open. Her mouth fell open on a silent O and he swallowed it with a kiss, muffling her moan as he filled her inch by slow inch until his hips were flush against hers. “fuck, Manny” y/n whined, her nails dipping into his back to brace herself.

“Shhh” he hushed against her mouth, pulling back just enough to thrust forward again - a heavy, grinding motion that made her eyes roll back. He set a slow, deep pace, each thrust pushing him further into her foggy brain until she couldn't think about anything but him and the thick slide of his cock inside her.

“feel so good” she shuddered under her breath.

A rough, satisfied sound rumbled in his throat. “Sí, baby?” he murmured, one hand curling possessively around her thigh to spread her wider for him. He used the leverage to angle himself differently, hitting something inside her that made her whole body jerk. “Like that?”

“y-yes” she whimpers as her nails dug deeper into his skin.

He found her sensitive spot over and over again, using it to scramble her brain completely. Each thrust became a deliberate,deep strike that made her whimper and scratch at him mindlessly. He swallowed her noises with hungry kisses, one hand moving to cover her mouth when she got too loud.

“Quiet, babygirl,” he whispered roughly against her cheek, his hips never faltering in that punishingly slow rhythm. “Let me take care of you” He pinned one of her hands to the mattress, intertwining their fingers to anchor her completely. Every deep stroke forced the violence from her memory, replacing the trauma with nothing but pure, overwhelming sensation. “You're safe. Just feel me”

Y/n was pinned beneath him, utterly controlled yet completely safe - the dichotomy was exactly what her rattled psyche needed. He kept that slow, deep pace going for what felt like an eternity, making her feel every vein and inch, until she was sobbing soft little pleas against his palm.

He felt her starting to clench around him and knew she was close. He lifted his hand from her mouth to wrap it around her throat instead, squeezing lightly as he leaned down to speak directly into her ear. “Come on, babygirl. Let go for me. I've got you”

His words were like a trigger. She went off with a muffled cry, her body convulsing wildly beneath him as she came hard around his still-pumping cock. He kept his pace slow and deep, drawing out her orgasm, his other hand gripping her hip possessively. When her tremors finally began to subside, he finally let himself speed up, his thrusts turning urgent and deep. He was close, but his attention remained focused on her - making sure she was still following before he allowed himself the release. He kissed her temple, her cheek, her nose. “Cariña, Por favor” he breathed against her lips, seeking permission.

Y/n quickly nodded - almost desperately wrapping her legs around his waist just to make sure he stayed there. He groaned instantly, understanding exactly what she needed - that primal reassurance that he wasn't leaving. He buried himself deep, grinding into her wet, sensitive cunt until he broke with a guttural moan, spilling hard and hot inside her.

He collapsed heavily against her, immediately wrapping his arms around her trembling frame, completely covering her. “I got you”

He stayed inside her, letting his weight press her firmly into the mattress - a physical anchor against the ghosts that tried to creep back into her mind. His lips pressed soft, apologetic kisses along her jaw and neck as he murmured in Spanish, something about being proud of her, about how brave she was.

The blood on his hands had been washed away, but the memory wasn't and he could deal with that. Now she had blood on hers. He buried his face in her neck, absorbing her trembles. He understood the corruption now - her clean, soft hands had taken a life today. The innocence was tainted, permanently stained by violence.

He held her tighter, refusing to let the shame take root. He would carry that guilt for her. He had killed before; he knew how to survive the blood and he didn't want her to have to live with that too.

“You did what you had to do,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. “No one will ever blame you, especially not me. But if you want to hate someone, hate me” His thumb wiped away a stray tear. “My beautiful, brave girl. You saved my life today” He kissed the corner of her mouth.

“I love you” she whispered.

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, seeing the trauma swirling there alongside the fading pleasure. He kissed her lips softly, lingering, pouring every ounce of comfort he had into the connection. The violence was over, the blood was spilled, but she was alive. He was alive. That was all that mattered. “Yo también te quiero”

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The next morning felt strangely normal - too normal. Sunlight spilled through the kitchen windows while a pot of coffee sat warming on the stove. Janine had returned a few hours before dawn with Colin, and the house had settled into an uneasy quiet after hurried explanations and whispered conversations.

Y/n hadn't slept much. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard the gunshot again. She'd finally given up around sunrise. Now, she stepped out onto the back porch, wrapping her arms around herself against the cool morning air.

Manny sat on the worn couch that was out there, elbows resting on his knees, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. Jake leaned against the railing nearby with a cup of coffee in hand.

Colin who was slouched in an old metal chair with his boots propped up on the porch rail looked up at y/n with a smirk. “Heard you drew your first blood last night”

That earned him a slap in the head by Jake. Manny tapped his ash against the railing, shooting Colin a look that could kill. He patted his thigh, calling her over. “Come here”

“What?” Colin asked, raising his hands slightly. “I'm just sayin'”

Y/n moved silently, settling down on his lap. His arm slid around her shoulders, pulling her against his chest. Manny pressed a soft kiss to her temple, his jaw tightening slightly at Colin's casual remark. He knew the reality was far more traumatic than Colin realized. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, exhaling slowly before responding, his voice low and serious. “You watch your mouth,” Manny warned him, smoke curling from his lips. “She saved my life. Don’t turn it into some twisted initiation”

Manny's hand rubbed soothing circles against her back, grounding her. Jake shook his head slightly at Colin, silently telling him to shut the hell up. Manny dropped the cigarette and crushed it under his boot, his arm tightening around her waist protectively.

“body gone?” Janine asked, staring at them both through her sunglasses.

“Drove out about 10 miles into the desert,” Jake answered immediately, shifting his weight. “Doused it with gasoline before I lit it. Nothing will be left but ash by now” Manny nodded in confirmation, his lips pressing into a thin line.

“We're gonna have to move out soon,” Janine said, low and casual as she stole a cigarette from Manny's pack. “lay low”

Manny nodded stiffly. He ran his fingers through her hair, knowing the transition would be hardest on her - moving away, leaving the familiar, when she was already unstable. For what it's worth, being able to pull the trigger ain't the hard part. It's living with it after.

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