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cloveroctobers · 2 years

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RIO/MANNY x black! READER / Summer Prompts !

A/N: y’all seem to like domestic Rio/manny from me and I’m here to deliver with some mess on the side ofc! This was supposed to be out before the fourth but…I was too lazy and unmotivated to write lol but reading some books that are collecting dust in my room inspired me to! Hope you had a fun and safe holiday IF you celebrate lmao. We only celebrate since it’s my big bro’s bday. Anyways!!! This was deeply inspired by all those fireworks gone wrong videos that seem to surface every year! Here’s a cute? Summer prompt. Hope this doesn’t flop like my others ones ✌🏽

WARNINGS: violence, violence, violence! Disability, trauma, mentions of edibles + language — if you’re familiar with my work then this isn’t news to you! 😆 + mentions of the punisher crossover but not overly important!

Song playing in the background while written if you’re wondering or not—it’s fine—

#11. Fireworks from this prompt list here.

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To cope with the fact that you almost lost the love of your life, you went out and bought a boat.

“Mama, what’s this charge on the joint account?” Manny scratched at his buzzed hair, looking at you underneath his lengthy eyelashes as he sat at the dining table.

You hummed as you placed your sleepy daughter, Emmanuelle, “Emmy,” into your husband’s lap. With ease he wrapped a arm around her entire waist as the 3C girl relaxed into her father’s chest, not talking his ear off this evening.

Plopping down in the chair next to them with your glass of Sauvignon Blanc, you slid the bank statement closer to your line of vision since you took your contacts out for the night. Your eyes scanned over the numbers from last month, resulting in you lifting your shoulders, nonchalant.

“Yes, that’s the boat I bought this summer for us to take out on the lake.”

Manny twitched his bottom lip to the side, slightly biting down on it as he deeply inhaled, “…we ain’t discuss that. Anything that’s coming out of our shared account is usually discussed and I’ve got a fantastic memory so…run that by me again.”

Raising your brows you huffed out a laugh, “oh yeah? How about when you spend thousands on toys for your baby girl?”

“I enjoy spoilin’ my girls, sue me.”

“And I enjoy retail therapy.” You challenged, raising your glass as you swallowed the rest of your wine before getting to your feet, “it’s your turn for night time duty with Emmy, i don’t think she’ll give you too much of a hard time tonight.”

Standing up, you leaned forward to place a kiss on top of Emmy’s almond scented thick hair and walked off with Manny watching you leave.

“Yeah, at least somebody won’t.” Manny muttered, as he lightly began to bounce the four year old on his lap.

Manny should have known that this was going to be hard for you. No matter how hard you tried to downplay the situation. You weren’t a stranger to the dark side, mostly everybody on your fathers side was part of the one-niners and although they tried to not include you in the stigma, you ended up with someone who was simply on the other side.

The wrong side.

The two of you been married since twenty-one and twenty-two and dealing with each other for much longer (17-18)…minus the times you broke up. There was no escaping what you had and what Manny was involved in. Usually people tended to keep you out of it all but it was almost next to impossible considering who you surrounded yourself with. You weren’t completely innocent, you learned at a young age with your dad and uncles in and out of prison and what small jobs were asked of you. This was the real time you had to get your hands dirty, when it became knowledge that the sons put a hit out on the Mayans.

All of the Mayans, including the Yuma Charter.

It was that gnawing at your gut that got you involved. When you haven’t heard from Manny and with the recent death of Canche, you did not have a good feeling. So with a quick call to your girls (real girl gang shit!) and cousins, you rode out for your man.

That was the first time you committed a crime or what you considered a real crime: homicide and everyone expected you to be shell shocked, much like you were in those brief moments you put Issac down on his got damn knees.

Not in the way that he wanted, that’s for sure.

“Y/N.”

Humming on your side now in bed, you didn’t bother to turn to Manny who rested beside you.

“Are we gonna have a honest conversation about you purchasing that big ass boat that’s sitting in the front yard?”

Keeping your eyes closed you continued resting on your hands, “What’s there to talk about? I bought it for us but if you don’t want to use it, I can always take the girls.”

“So you can throw ass at some horny college boys passing by?” You could tell Manny was shaking his head, “absolutely not. I know how y’all get with Julio in your system—it’s not even about the boat, it’s your mental behind that.”

“I always wanted a boat, I saw it, wanted it aaand,” You sung, “I got it. Next time I’ll purchase it from my account but it’s a family gift…so I didn’t see the big deal.”

Next time?

It was Manny’s turn to raise his brows.

“You know baby girl might be traumatized being in a big body of water like that.” He spoke.

That’s when you turned slightly to face him in the dim room. It happened last summer on a lake house trip in upstate New York, Emmy was in the water with your mother on a floaty. There was another boat close by with some college students on water ski’s. Somehow Emmy got away from your mother, ended outside of her floaty and under the water where her arm got caught in their blade. Your daughter almost lost her entire arm and that was probably one of the most scariest moments of your life.

Of course you took that into consideration, what kind of mother would you be if you didn’t? When you were growing up you were hardly a water person but your mother forced you along with your siblings to like it. Your father wasn’t much of a water person either but he preferred the lake over the beach any day.

“She might,” you answered, “but she’s gradually getting familiar with the water again after she received her prosthetic. We’ll have her safe in the kiddie pool. Not the lake. We all unfortunately get exposed to things we don’t want to, doesn’t mean we have to live in fear over it.”

Manny tilted his head at you, lightly damping his lips. “Mama. I understand where you’re comin’ from but we agreed we weren’t gonna do that, raise our kids how our parents did us.”

“Have you met your child, Manuel?” You stared hard at the man you usually adored but was on your nerves tonight, “she’s ambitious, quick on her feet, and will do whatever she wants when she wants, just like you.”

Manny rubbed at his mouth in thought. The last part sounded more like you but he wasn’t about to argue that, not tonight. It was evident you weren’t keen on explaining yourself fully to him, he figured that was only a conversation you wanted to have with your therapist. Manny meant to run up on the therapist after he left the club the other night but given that he was at war with the sons, he had to make sure he was coming straight home to you and Emmy. He wasn’t sure if the sons knew what you did but he was positive this would be a everlasting war, since more of their own were dropping like flies.

However that meant getting the one-niners involved since you were technically part of them. Manny made it his job now to inform the rest of the charters but it was to his surprise to learn Ezekiel Reyes now sat in the president’s chair. That was a problem for another day but right now his focus was on you.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” He pressed the side of his head into the crease of his shoulder.

Manny watched as your body seemed to release some of the tension in it. You smacked the back of your hand against his face, making him grab your hand to nip at your fingers.

“Duh, we’re in this for life dummy. I just don’t want to be vulnerable around you right now, want to focus on the positive and moving forward. Is that too much to ask for?”

Manny could respect that. When you were growing up you were much more sensitive when he first met you, he found that shit cute and poked fun at you, cooing, “sweetheart!” Whenever he greeted you. Life has a way of changing you either for the better or the worse, manny was still unsure where you fell on that line; especially now that he put you in the position to save him from being burned alive.

He lifted his thin frame off the bed to slide in beside you as you rolled back onto your side. He entangled himself with you, cuddling you like you were his damn pregnancy pillow, smushing his face against the side of yours.

Sliding a bit against your champagne colored silk scarf you laughed as he clicked his tongue in irritation. It was his own fault for having dewey skin and thinking he could just rest comfortably against your scarf like that. He knew what the deal was so he shouldn’t be acting brand new.

Once he was comfortable fidgeting his face around, he let out a small sigh as he squeezed you tight against him.

“Aight focusing on the positive, got it.” He responded after awhile, “want to hear something that I know that you don’t?”

“Um…”

“Your moms planned a gathering here at the spot for the fourth. Called me about it and said she’s tired of having it at her place and that it was time for us to host, her words: we had a big enough break since Christmas.” Manny stated making your eyes snap open.

He wouldn’t allow you to turn and face him with how snug he had you in his arms though.

“How the hell is that positive? Basically she just told you what the fuck she’s gonna do? Not ask?! The fourth is three days away, we don’t have enough time to plan for that shit! You have shit going on at the club, I’m frequently at therapy now while still managing a boutique, on top of that with a hyperactive four year old—I don’t even like having people in our house and she knows that.” You grumbled.

Manny laughed, “and you said baby girl gets doing what she wants when she wants from me? Yeah aight. That’s all your side.”

If your arms weren’t locked in Manny’s arms right now, you’d elbow the shit out of his ribs.

“Don’t stress, we always make it work don’t we? Just relax and try to get some sleep, I’m right here.” His smooth voice provided you the comfort you needed as the night shined on.

★彡ミ☆ ★彡ミ☆ ★彡ミ☆ ★彡ミ☆ ★彡ミ☆

The night sky began to burn in navy blue with specs of pearls that waved hello. The cookout seemed to fly by pretty quickly despite the stress your mother placed on you. She always had these bright ideas but at least she was here to help out with setting up and making sure the food was right. With everything going on you wanted to cater but your mother wasn’t having that…which meant more work. It was almost as if this was thanksgiving and Christmas all over again with how much dedication she put into it all. If showing up at nine in the morning didn’t speak for your mother, then there wasn’t much more you could say to convince anyone else.

“Your mother means well,” your father would always excuse—until she pissed him off that is.

So you had his voice in the back of your head whenever she ticked you off throughout the day. Once the woman had a edible mid-afternoon she calmed her boisterous attitude down for awhile until one of your best friend’s, Cherish requested the DJ—her on and off again boyfriend to play one of Chris Brown’s tracks from his new album, that your mother came down from her high. It was already a sight to see your mother act a fool to Al Green but it was a whole other thing once she heard Chris Brown.

True embarrassment was felt even when your no good friends and cousins hyped her up. You been seen enough, keeping your distance across the yard as you mingled with a few old friends that came up from NYC: Frank, Karen, Billy, David and his wife, Sarah. Manny wasn’t that found of the three men, especially David but he kept it cordial as you did the same with Ezekiel and Angel Reyes.

You weren’t sure what Manny was thinking by allowing not only the brothers but the rest here at your home, your supposed safe haven. They maybe working together and Manny was still holding onto the benefit of the doubt when it came to EZ but you knew Manny was smarter than what he was playing at.

It was hard for you to hide your emotions when you didn’t fuck with people, so you didn’t hold your tongue when your husband introduced you. You found Angel big headed (literally) and annoying much like your late friend, Johnny Cruz told you he was. He was basically a man-child and you heard the gossip from other women who were friends of your girl-friends how he couldn’t get his shit together. You knew men like him, shit, you fucked men just like him in college when you and manny weren’t together. So to have him standing here in your home simply annoyed you. It was projection sure but you couldn’t really help that.

Ezekiel on the other hand had this arrogance about him. You only heard some of the chatter the Yuma charter would say once they all became acquainted and it was clear they didn’t fuck with their side. However Manny was one to always look at situations from all perspectives…which was odd to you since he made it clear he would kill and die for your child. EZ seemed to be analyzing you as much as you were him, although he had such a charming smile, you saw darkness in those honey wooded eyes.

So you kept your distance from most of the Mayans, mostly speaking to Marcus, his family, and what was left of the Yuma Charter, if you weren’t speaking to your own.

The night was running as decent as could be until a pop ripped through the air. It seemed as if you almost stopped breathing, your head searching for the cause of the sound as smoke flew into the air; before multiple pops ripped in the sky; forming colors.

“Now who the hell?” You heard one of your friends ask.

You heard manny call out, “yo, primo Jamal! This what we doing? Give me a signal next time, man.”

You noticed all of the clubs holding onto their straps.

Your cousin, Jamal, grinned from his spot from the side of the house, “just had to make sure these old things still work my guy!”

“Okay, nobody told you to do that tho.” You called out, eyes in slits.

He kissed his teeth, “everybody else startin’, we can’t go out like some punks! Gotta show ‘em what we got!”

“I’m with Jamal!” Angel agreed, beer bottle held up in the air.

Your glare was now on the taller bearded man across the yard and Manny held his hands out to you, telling you he would handle it. He motioned to the DJ to keep the music going as he waved the Mayans from both charters to follow him to a few of your cousins that huddled together. Shaking your head you inhaled air through your smile as you turned back to the conversation you were sharing with your amused sibling.

What happened next may or may not be triggering. With the music down, the smell of charcoal still lingering in the air, stomach’s full, and gentle night breeze swirling around, most gathered around to watch the fireworks decorate the sky. You could hear in the distance other fireworks going off and what seemed like a nice way to end the night, quickly turned into another nightmare you didn’t need.

The first and second round of works were cool, pretty even but as the third was starting you found that you wanted to be under your man’s arm with your daughter clinging onto either of you. You quickly became bored with the continuous popping and began to move through the yard as everyone watched in awe or brought their phones out for keepsake. As you were making your way through the yard, you had that feeling in your stomach again, making you pause.

A garbage can was smoking on the opposite side; away from where mostly everyone was gathered. Before you could pry your lips apart, the garbage can lifted from its side into the air with the deafening sound of a BOOM that shook the ground. You flinched, watching in horror as your backyard filled with smoke, sparks flying rapidly and shooting towards the windows of your home.

You were sure you would need window replacements now.

“Y/N!” You heard Manny yell over the screams of your running guests.

The can began to spin at the impact once it fell back to the ground, spitting out more fireworks towards any and everybody. You spotted your cousin Jamal laying on the ground now, a great distance from the garbage can.

Before you could make your way over to his stupid ass, the smoke began to make your eyes burn as more fireworks went off from all areas of the backyard now. You felt a hand grip your wrist and yank you through the smoke and away from possible damage.

You panted as you now stood in the street, slightly choking as you used one hand to hold onto one of your thighs. Rubbing your eyes you faced Manny’s who watched you in concern while he held onto Emmy, who clung to his neck.

“You okay, mama?”

The sound of the mini explosions made your heart pound. Using the back of your arm you wiped the sweat that began to form at your forehead and shakily gathered your hair up to air your kitchen out. Swallowing, you folded your fingers into your palms silently motioning for your child who easily gripped onto you, swinging her legs around your hips.

“If Jamal isn’t dead, I’m gonna kill him.” You gritted.

You hugged Emmy who giggled against your neck, “mommy, that was fun!”

Fun? It was time for her to go to bed, for real.

You snapped your head back at Emmy who giggled up at you and you shook your head as you placed her head against your chest. You mouthed to Manny who bit back a smile, “thats your crazy child.”

The lanky tattooed man leaned towards you, pressing a hand into your shoulder as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You’re alright. We’re alright. Right? Everybody okay?!” He turned to the guests that stood in the street.

“Hell nawl!”

“I think I done shitted on my Versace.”

“Yes.”

“Yeah.”

“What a party!”

“I guess.”

“Do we look alright to you, homie?”

“The hell was that?!” A few of the Mayans echoed after the short troll doll looking one, you think Manny said his name was Bishop, exclaimed.

You noticed Ezekiel nodding his head for Manny to head his way and it was your turn to grip his wrist. Immediately he faced you, his eyes soft but questioning before his mouth did.

“If anybody is truly hurt, and I hope to God they aren’t. they’ll think this is the son’s doing but if it turns out to be the Reyes brother’s…this is going to be a real fucking,” you whispered the swear knowing you had your daughter in your arms, “problem, I promise you.”

Manny searched your eyes, noticing the major shift in you since you had his back weeks ago.

“I know, y/n. I hope that’s not the case, for their sake. I got us, always.” He pulled the both of you into a long embrace.

Boldly you responded, “me too.”

You pulled back, peering up into his eyes to let him know you meant that, in which he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and dipped his head at you, squeezing your shoulders, he leaned forward to peck your lips quickly before spinning on his heels to handle business, as usual.

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Continue along with summer anthology prompts here.

#Spotify #good girls nbc #rio x black!reader #mayans mc fx #mayans mc x reader #manny mayans x reader #manny montana #the punisher #ez reyes #Angel Reyes #marcus alvarez #bishop losa #johnny cruz #Johnny coco cruz #coco cruz

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sundrop-writes · 4 months

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Sundrop's The Last of Us Masterlist

Decided To Break It - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader. Childhood Friends to Lovers. Hurt and Comfort. Abby confronts your abuser, and you both come out better on the other side because of it. (5,000 words.)

My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Hurt and Comfort. Ellie confronts your abuser, and after years of torment, you finally feel free. (9,600 words.)

Note: The rest of these link off to AO3, but I am hoping to have them edited and posted on Tumblr sometime soon.

Honey - Pervy Jock Abby Anderson x (Faux) Innocent Fem Reader x Pervy Punk Ellie Williams. Friends to Lovers. Smut. No Infected AU. Your best friends, Ellie and Abby, think that you're the perfect picture of innocence. One night, in the best way possible - they find out that you're anything but. (14,300 words.)

Love From The Other Side - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut. Abby has fought long and hard to get you the justice that you both deserve. To you, it's beautiful. And you both have to celebrate it in the most perfect way. (5,600 words.)

Slumber Party - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader x Abby Anderson. Friends with Benefits. Smut. Very Canon Divergent AU. When Abby over worries herself about Lev's first patrol, you and Ellie both agree that she needs to just take her mind off it, whether she wants to or not. (8,200 words.)

IFHY (I Fucking Hate You) - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader. Enemies with Benefits. Smut and Angst. You and Abby truly seem to hate each other. So when you find Abby handcuffed inside the elevator, instead of being kind and just letting her out, you make her pay a certain price for the key. (8,100 words.)

Fall In Line - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader. Enemies to FWB. Smut. Abby finds herself constantly annoyed by you. And those feelings come to a head one day when the two of you are assigned together - and she finds a way to finally put you in your place. (13,900 words.)

Sweet Revenge - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader. Established FWB. Smut. You and Ellie love to play games. And even on patrol, it never stops. (16,200 words.)

Bring Me Your Pain, Love - Abby Anderson x Chronically Ill Autistic Fem!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Mutual Pining, Emotional Angst, Smut. (Fluffy Ending.) Abby thinks that she knows herself and her place in life very well - until you turn her world upside down. (38,100 words.)

Five Minutes - Manny Alvarez x Fem!Reader. Established FWB. Smut/PWP. Manny finds a very quick and efficient way to make your morning better. (2,300 words.)

Rock The Boat - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut. On the way to find the Fireflies, you and Abby manage to get a quiet moment alone. Naturally, there is only one way to use that time. (4,500 words.)

#sundrop writes #masterlist #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you

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menofchaos · 5 months

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Coco x Reader

Note: Hello, back with some Coco smut. That’s pretty much all it is, so warning now. This could be standalone or with this reader series. I hope everyone likes it! I also posted some drabble prompts if anyone is interested! Credit to the best for the gif @thesewickedhands

“Bitch, how are you still here? Your man has been giving you bedroom eyes all night!”

“I would’ve been in the back room. They must be into some freaky shit, drawing it out like that.”

It was approaching four months of Coco being sober. Everything was almost back to the way it was before he disappeared. Almost. After dealing with withdrawal symptoms, addiction triggers, Letty’s understandable anger and Coco’s long hours to fix the clubhouse, he finally earned his bottom rocker back. He sat at his kitchen table the night before, sewing the patch onto his leather with such a proud look, it made her emotional. To celebrate, Alvarez decided a party was in order to continue to try and make amends between charters. The clubhouse lot was overflowing with friends, family and some out of town charter members.

Coco was sitting at a folding table, playing cards with Angel, Gilly and Manny but he rarely looked away from her. She was standing with some ladies, who were teasing her about Coco’s intense gaze.

She had researched recovery in order to help Coco in any way she could. Relationships, especially in early recovery, were discouraged. Even though they had decided to be together and had barely spent a night apart, their sex life had been virtually nonexistent.

She knew tonight would be different. He caught her getting ready in the bathroom in a black lacy bra and thong set. He smirked and looked her over, leaning against the doorway to watch. He opted for just a tanktop under his kutte, his tattooed arms on display. His long hair was hanging over his shoulders in two braids. His eyes were clear and he was getting closer to his old physique every day.

“Dude, she’s not even paying attention to us.”

She laughed as she tore her eyes away from his long fingers, “Yes, I am. It’s been a while and he looks hot.”

Her phone buzzed in her back pocket and she pulled it out, acrylic nails tapping on the screen as she unlocked it.

El Coco 🥵😍 I can’t stop thinking about what you got under those shorts ma

Corazón I didn’t think you liked it, you didn’t even touch me 🥺

El Coco 🥵😍 I had to show up here tonight. If I touched you we wouldn’t have made it out the house

Corazón You still feel that way?

She excused herself from the girls and went up the clubhouse steps, glancing over her shoulder at him. She maneuvered her way through the busy space until she got to the bathroom. She closed the door and leaned against the wall, waiting.

Not five minutes later and the door opened, Coco squeezing through and closing the door behind him. He licked his lips, putting his hands on either side of her head.

“Hi,” she smiled sweetly, her eyes on his.

“You haven’t been drinking that much today,” he murmured, smirking when he noticed her hands behind her back.

“Neither have you,” she countered, her face tilted up to his.

He glanced at her lips, “I don’t wanna get too drunk. I wanna remember every sound I’m gonna force out of you.”

His blood boiled when he heard her breath hitch, “I wanna remember every thrust that forces a sound out of me.”

“Too bad you didn’t wear a skirt,” he pressed closer to her, trapping her between his body and the wall.

She flushed and smiled, “I was worried the bike vibrating would feel too good,” she admitted.

An evil smirk crossed his face, “You wet for me?” she nodded, holding his gaze, “I don’t have to stay much longer.”

She leaned in and pecked his lips, “I’m ready when you are,” she whispered against his mouth.

They separated when Gilly knocked on the door, grinning when they walked out together. She went back to the girls, dancing and doing a couple shots as he finished his game with the guys. She felt his eyes on her when he came inside, like an electrical current getting closer. Surrounded by people but he still felt like they were the only ones in the room. A private dance just for him.

“Just go home and fuck her already, bro.”

He glared at his drunken brother, who was smirking at Coco with an arm around his shoulders.

“You wasted?” he laughed.

Angel shook his head, grinning, “Nahhhh. Listen. We all know you wanna fuck her. You two are turning everyone on. Go home already.”

Coco pushed Angel back, shaking his head before heading over to her. He slipped behind her and touched her hips as she danced, smirking when she felt his chest against her back.

“Ready to go?” he murmured in her ear.

She turned in his arms and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. After they said their goodbyes, they met up by his bike. Coco handed her a helmet.

“Don’t cum on the bike unless I say,” he teased.

She laughed and held him tight as they drove home. He held her ankle, stroking her skin as they stopped at a red light. She rubbed his thighs, smirking against his shoulder when she felt him shiver. He pulled into the driveway and helped her off, kissing her as soon as they took their helmets off.

“I’ll meet you inside, gonna put the bike away,” he whispered.

“Any requests?” she smirked, tugging gently at his green scarf.

He smirked, “Don’t start without me. I don’t wanna miss a second of that ass.”

She kissed him again and headed for the door, giggling when he swatted at her ass. She headed into the bedroom and lit a few candles she had bought. She turned on some music, then set a pack of cigarettes and Coco’s rolling tray on his nightstand. She was grabbing some water from the kitchen when he came inside. His eyes lit up when he heard the music.

“It's like that?” he smirked.

She winked and crooked her finger as she walked backwards down the hall. He followed her and grabbed her waist, throwing her over his shoulder. She squealed, laughing as he dropped her on the bed. The water bottles rolled out of her hands as he leaned over her and kissed her hard, pressing her against the mattress. She held his cheeks, wrapping her legs around his waist as they started grinding against each other.

“I fucking miss you,” he breathed, lacing their fingers together and pinning her arms above her head.

“I miss you,” she squeezed his hands, untangling their legs to kick her boots off, “I didn’t cum on the bike.”

She gasped when his hand squeezed her throat, “Good girl,” he kissed her roughly. The friction felt good but he grunted in annoyance, his hand slipping between them to tug at her shorts, “You wore these on purpose.”

He locked eyes with her as he used one hand to pull her shorts down, “Maybe,” her chest heaved when he hooked a finger into the thin fabric of her thong and tugged it down. She pulled them off with her free hand, “You’re wearing too much.”

Coco growled and stood up, spreading her legs and quickly stripping his own clothes off. Her bright eyes moved up and down his body and he nodded at her, “Take it all off. Now.”

She sat up and pulled her shirt off, Coco squeezing her chest as soon as he was done with his boots. Her back arched, pushing her tits into his warm hands as she unclipped her bra. He groaned and kissed her tattooed chest, sucking her skin.

She tossed her bra off the bed, gasping when his teeth grazed her nipple, dark eyes on hers while he flickered his tongue against it. She couldn’t look away from him as he kissed down her body. He smoothed his hands up the backs of her thighs, pinning them to her chest, “I’m fuckin’ starving.”

Coco ate her just like a starving man. His crooked nose glistened as he groaned against her wetness. She writhed under his tongue, gripping the sheets as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. He pulled back and slapped her clit, smirking when she flinched and moaned his name. Her legs hooked over his shoulders, one hand on her stomach as he added his fingers. Her hips rocked with his fingers’ thrusts, his name falling from her lips over and over. She came twice before he gave her a reprieve, kissing her inner thigh.

“Fuckin…forgot how much you love eating pussy,” she laughed breathlessly.

An evil smirk crossed his face, “I ain’t done, ma. Just don’t want you passing out. Yet.”

Her eyes rolled back as he went back down, coaxing another orgasm from her. She gripped his hand, hips bucking off the bed. Her legs slipped off his shoulders as he pulled back. She sat up and kissed him desperately, reaching down to stroke his already hard cock. His own hips jerked into her hand as he sucked her tongue, pressing her back against the bed.

“You get that hard from eating me out?” she breathed, rubbing her thumb over his tip.

“Been hard since I saw you in the bathroom,” he shivered, “Been wanting to fuck you like this for months.”

He grabbed her hips and manhandled her so she was on all fours. She lowered her body onto the bed, her back arching and ass on display for him. Glaring, he slapped her ass. She jumped, giggling when he did it again. Her eyes rolled back when he slid deep inside her, her back arching as he bottomed out. He pulled out slow, lips parted as he watched her stretch around him.

“Look at this pussy,” he licked his lips, “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” she whined, “Oh my god, Coco.”

Hearing her voice crack around his name unleashed something primal in Coco. His thrusts hit deep and harsh, his eyes closed as he listened to her cries. Her thighs shook and she clenched around him, her walls clinging to him as he pressed deep. She gripped the sheets as she gasped with each thrust. She jumped when he slapped her ass.

“This is mine,” he stopped, panting as he slid into her as deep as he could, “Ain’t it?”

“Yes!” she cried, “Fuck yes, it’s yours! Coco, please!”

He resumed the hard and fast pace, smirking when she moaned in relief. He leaned over, kissing her spine softly. She was whimpering with each deep hit, body shaking from his movements and her prior releases. He reached under her to rub her clit, his eyes lighting up when she bucked under him. She released again, screaming his name when he didn’t stop. He finally slowed his hips and she panted, grabbing his hand and kissing his thumb.

“So fucking pretty,” he grunted in her ear, “You ready?”

She smirked back at him and nodded, “Give it to me.”

Coco did just that, pounding her into the mattress as she sobbed and begged him not to stop. He dug his fingers into her skin as he tried to hold it together. One of her shaky hands gripped his thigh and he wrapped a hand around her throat, holding her torso just off the bed. Her eyes rolled back when he laced his hands together and held her throat. She reached down to rub her clit, screaming his name as she came a final time. He grunted and came deep inside her, twitching as she clenched tight around him.

He pulled out slowly, smirking when she whined in protest, “You want me to stay?”

“Yes,” her hair covered her face but he heard the pout in her voice.

He laid down next to her shaking form, turning her onto her side and slipping back inside her. She hissed but relaxed back in his arms.

“I missed that,” she whispered after a few moments, their breathing slowed to normal.

“Me too,” he kissed her shoulder. She closed her eyes and pulled the blanket over them. He smiled, “You going to sleep, baby?”

“Till it’s time for round 2.”

#mayans imagine #coco cruz imagine #coco cruz #coco x reader #johnny coco cruz #mayans mc

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bullet-prooflove · 6 months

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What I've Been Working On This Week: 12/11/23

LongDistance!Series Part One: Melina - Manny x Reader - Manny's daughter asks if she can meet you.

LongDistance!Series Part Two: Club Business (feat: Hank Loza) - Manny x Reader - Manny decides it's time to come clean to Hank about your relationship.

LongDistance!Series Part Three: Home - Manny x Reader - Manny discovers something about you that makes you rethink your previous patterns.

Breaking The Rules - Manny x Reader - Manny breaks every single one of his rules when it comes to you.

Mount Shasta - Taza Romero x OC: Ben Harrison - Ben surprises Taza with a trip to Mount Shasta. (NSFW) - Holiday Bingo: Blizzard/Snowed In.

Snow - Bishop x Reader - Bishop discusses something that's been on his mind. BINGO SQUARE: PLAYING IN THE SNOW

Saint Michael - Frank Castle x Reader - Frank returns something important to you. HOLIDAY BINGO: GIFT GIVING

Ophelia! Series Part One: Casino Royale - Charlie 1 x Reader - Charlie runs into you again at an underground casino.

Ophelia!Series - Part Two: Taken - Charlie 1 x Reader - Charlie recieves a disturbing phone call.

Ophelia!Series - Part Three: Ohana - Charlie 1 x Reader - Charlie returns home in the midst of a crisis.

Ophelia!Series - Part Four: PSYOPS - Charlie 1 x Reader - Charlie gets boots on the ground in Mexico.

Ophelia!Series - Part Five: Tokyo - Charlie 1 x Reader - Charlie and you finally talk about what happened in Tokyo.

Stockton!Series Part Seven: Graveside - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Marcus Alvarez) - You and Marcus meet at your mother's graveside.

Stockton!Series Part Eight: Canvas - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - Nestor reflects on the damage caused by the home invasion.

The Comeback! Series Part Two: Good Morning - Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader - Riz and you spend the morning together in your new home. (NSFW)

Underneath The Stars - Bottles x Reader - Bottles wants to give you one last night underneath the stars. (NSFW)

#bottles mayans #bottles x reader #nestor oceteva #nestor oceteva x reader #michael riz ariza #michael riz ariza x reader #manny mayans #manny x reader #charlie 1 #charlie one #charlie 1 x reader #charlie one x reader #frank castle #frank castle x reader #bishop losa #bishop losa x reader #taza romero #che taza romero

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chloeangelic · 10 months

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The Casanova - Manny Alvarez x Chloe Angelic

In celebration of 1.5k followers, I have written a mini series of cringey, satirical smut fics featuring myself and the guys from TLOU2, i.e. Owen, Manny, Tommy and Joel.

In case you're new here; this does not reflect my usual writing!!! If you want to read my serious fics (Joel Miller x f!reader) find them on my masterlist.

Summary: Chloe gets dicked down by Manny in celebration of 1.5k followers.

Warnings: Badly written smut, cringe, extreme ego stroking, bad Spanish, unprotected PIV.

Word count: 303 Rating: 18+ explicit

Chloe goes to Manny’s room at the stadium and knocks on the door. “Hola, como estas?” she asks as he opens the door. “Wow, muy bien, I am so impressed” he says. “I took one year of Spanish in high school and did it on Duolingo for one month” Chloe says as she walks into his room that he shares with her gym partner Abby. “That’s amazing” he says.

Chloe picks a red bra off the railing, she thinks this guy is obviously a player. She assumes he’s good in bed and she intends to find out. “I’m so glad your roommate, Abby, is at the gym right now so we can bang in your shared room” she says. He presents his bed and they proceed to fuck.

“I have slept with one hundred women and you are the best, Chloe” Manny says, “You are muy caliente, mi amor”. She was right, he is great in bed. “Estas bien buena, Chloe” he says. “I don’t know what that means, Manny, I didn’t get that far on Duolingo” she says. Manny says “Bien culo” and slaps Chloe’s ass. “I know what that means,” she says, “It means nice ass, thank you”.

Manny is losing his mind, he has never gotten laid like this. “I get lost in your beautiful eyes every time I look at you” he says, “We would have such beautiful children, Chloe”. “You’re right, and there is no birth control in this apocalypse so we will most likely have children” she says. “I want to take you to my hometown, some undefined place in Mexico” Manny says. She takes a second to think, “That sounds great, Manny, I’ve always wanted to go to Mexico”

Chloe and Manny come at the same time, and then go to Mexico together in the sunset

I have ditched my taglists, due to the majority of tags not working, and have created a notifications blog instead. Follow Angelic Notifs and turn your notifications on if you want my new fics served directly to you!

#manny alvarez smut #the last of us smut

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princesssmars · 25 days

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sweet✰honey✰buckin

a rodeo!abby x reader.

its a hot spring in the south and rodeo season is here. your hunt for a new fling leads you to an up-and-coming hotshot bull rider with an aversion to groupies. maybe you can change her mind.

wc : 2.509

contains : fxf relationship. barely attempted country slang. fluff. smut. oral and penetrative sex (r!receiving). nicknames (baby, darlin', a single bunny).

a/n : yeah guess who just listened to cowboy carter. idk why i posted about this before writing a single word but i didn't procrastinate this time yall clap it up and enjoy.

if you think about it, this was really all dolly partons' fault.

you could still picture the first time you saw her, the grainy recording on your grandmother's television, the gentle melodies from the blonde bombshell wrapping around you like a warm hug. you'd only been exposed to the south for a few weeks, and you already knew who you wanted your role model to be.

and the buckle bunny stuff also wasn't your fault! you were gorgeous, as people so loved to remind you at every twist and turn. and maybe you used your looks to your advantage sometimes. the first time was when you batted your eyelashes to make a boy do your project a day before it was due in junior year. he was... good-looking, you supposed. smart enough to be on the chess team, so he would do.

so you went to a little party with your friends that night. a spacious house, nice music, and good enough booze. everything was normal until you saw her. she was lean and mysterious, and under the lid of her black ridge top hat you could see her eyes tracking your body as you danced

so yes, her eating you in the back seat of her truck until you cried, holding down your hips when you tried to move changed your brain chemistry just a bit.

now a few years later, you're a little taller, a little smarter, and have collected a handful of studs for your belt. sure you've collected a...not so savory reputation in some of the local bars, but it was nothing a smile and a little flirting couldn't help. and its only going to get better; as the air warms and the trees bloom pussy spirit starts buzzing, and you know rodeo season is upon you again.

it was a hot night at the cow belle and the people even hotter as you scoped the scene from the rim of your glass. you and your friends were perched at the bar, daisy dukes heightened and crop tops tied under your busts.

"i heard red devil rosie'd be here tonight," savannah whispers to your group from beside you, her tall dark legs relaxed with her arm resting on the wood behind you. she always had a bit of a thing for redheads, and she'd had her eyes on rosie ever since it got around that she'd broken up with her fiancee.

"jesus, sav, the poor girl just got heartbroken, now you already wanna jump her bones?" charlize laughs, taking a hard swig of the beer in her hand. standing at a solid five feet and four inches tall the little kentuckian was a handful, always the first in line to ride a mechanical bull or jump in the front of a line dance.

"whats that saying men always use? as soon as you lose one hop on a 'nother?"

"you are deplorable."

as the girls banter back and forth your eyes focus on the rising commotion at the front of the bar. with a slight rise on your toes, making sure not to scuff your boots, and you can't help the growing smile on your face when you spot that blonde hair pushed down by her signature brown stetson.

abigail anderson, the rodeo's angel. she'd only been in the circuit for under two years and sponsors were lining up and begging for her to go pro. it was always easy to spot her, frequently trailed by her already professional friends manny alvarez and owen moore, along with a handful of groupies begging her to look their way.

luckily for you, manny had flirted with you a few weeks back and remained friendly after you turned him down, and he was heading straight towards you while his friends headed to a booth.

"oh god, hide your wives and girlfriends, the buckle brood is here!" he laughs, thanking the bartender for his beer and taking a swig.

"whatever manny, you're just upset our darling here didn't give you a chance." savannah winks.

"i think god was doing me a favor. y'know dixie's been trying to call you for about a week? the poor girls even thought about sending a bouquet. dixie. a bouquet."

"i made it clear before we slept together it would be a one-time thing. 's not my fault she wants more." you sigh.

that just makes the man laugh harder. he chats it up with charlize about how the rankings are looking when he notices how your gaze keeps wandering off, following your eye straight to-

"no."

"hm? i didnt say anything!"

"you said it with your eyes. and im gonna tell you with my mouth that you don't stand a chance. abby hates groupies." he shakes his head.

"abby, huh? i like it." manny grows exasperated as his words go in one ear and out the other. "'n and im technically not a groupie. never seen the woman in my life before now."

"well, look don't touch. or maybe don't look at all, before you put a spell on her or somethin."

you pout, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck and bring him into a hug. you see abby look your way in the corner of your eye and make sure to stretch your torso just a tiny bit until you're able to feel the bottom of your shirt ride up just that much more. when you see her eyes trail down your waist you hide a smile into the side of your arm.

you let the man go with a sweet goodbye, watching as he grabs two more beers and heads over to the booth and twisting your head before you can catch the blondes gaze.

its only a few minutes later when manny comes back with wide eyes and invites you over to sit with them.

sitting across from her, you can see why people are so attracted to her. she’s big, her muscles bulging out from the sleeves in her plaid shirt. despite her size she doesn’t try to take up more space then needed; confident but not cocky.

she clearly notices your glances, and maybe even the smile on your face when one of her past flings with a girl is brought up in conversation.

“so, you’ve had girlfriends before?” you ask, stirring your cocktail with the little colorful umbrella that came with it.

“no no, don’t answer that, you’ll regret it.” owen butts in, meeting your glare. you’d never talked before, but you were pretty sure you had slept with his fiancée a few years ago. last you’d heard they’d had a baby, maybe you’d offer to babysit sometime.

“why not? are you a groupie?” abby asks.

“can’t be a groupie if i barely know who you are. so why don’t we get to know each other better. preferably in private.”

“whatever you say, darlin.”

you hear the sudden sounds of a few hoots and claps and a familiar song that they always play to get people dancing.

“why don’t you show me some of your moves, big girl?”

she rolls her eyes, letting out a quiet sigh before following you onto the dance floor.

as much as she’s trying to fight it, you can tell abby is enjoying herself, learning quickly as you show her the moves to the dance. you’re a bit surprised she doesn’t know it already until she tells you she’s originally from utah.

“what, they don’t have country bars out in salt lake.”

“no, not like this. at least i never went to any of them.”

“wellll if you ever need a tour guide i’m available. whenever you want me.”

“god, manny told me about you.”

“really? what’s he say? i can probably guess.”

“so you know everybody thinks you’re a playgirl who sleeps with cowgirls for damn near a living and you don’t care?”

you shrug. “‘m just young and having fun. maybe everyone else, including you, is too uptight.”

“oh really? and what, you're supposed to help me loosen up?” she raises a single eyebrow. you don't answer, deciding to just look at her face for a while.

you like how pretty she is. the soft blue of her big eyes, the freckles dotted across her face that trail down her neck and disappear into her shirt. you feel pride in your chest when you see her cheeks redden.

when the song ends you pull away from her, ready to go over and tell your friends goodbye when a large hand grips your wrist, tugging your body back to its previous position. before you can question her you feel the weight of her hat sitting on your head.

"well? you gonna answer my question?"

you can still remember the looks on your friends face's when abby told them she was heading home, still gripping your hand. manny looked like he had just seen pigs fly.

it was hard to ignore the way she didn't let go of you until she was driving or the looks she was giving you when she was looking at the road, or how desperate she was when you finally got her here, dragging you to her room and attaching her strap like she'd die if she didn't get you in bed.

"i don't see what the big fuss is about, this really isn't that hard." you tease her, admiring the way she whines when you refuse to let her wrists go from your hands, using all your strength to keep her from flipping you over

but maybe you should learn when to shut your mouth because she roughly starts bucking her hips, smiling at the euphoric look on your face before you hide your face in her neck, trying and failing to muffle your moans.

"what? i thought you said this was easy?" she laughs when she hears your muffled groan, failing to ignore when you roughly bite her. you can tell she's getting frustrated at being restrained, her hands clenching into fists and repeatedly trying to get them from under your hands. "fuckin - cmon, baby, lemme help you."

god, she was so cute. you'd never say it out loud but you liked all the little nicknames she gave you, the gentle kisses she would place on your skin when she was warming you up for her. if you didn't have a one-time policy you would have chosen to keep her around. just for a little while.

but you could also see the inner turmoil in her eyes, the battle between dominance and submission. when you first met her you thought she'd be a stone top, so you decide to take advantage and reach one of your hands up to her hair and pull, forcing a loud moan from her as her mouth gaped open.

"not so uptight now, are you?" you laugh, awwing at her when she lets out a small whine.

you didnt realize until it was too late that it was a mistake to underestimate her because she was attaching her hands to your hips, planting her feet on the bed, and thrusting up into you like a wild bull, sucking a mark into your chest like she can't see you struggling to breathe.

"yeah, that's it. not so easy now, is it darlin'?"

and oh how you hate how you can't answer her, only able to muster up a weak glare as the pleasure grows, feeling the burning heat gross in your stomach. you're trying to hold off, not ready for this to end just yet, and hating the satisfied look on her face when your shaky arms wrap around her neck.

"you gettin' close, baby?" she maneuvers your legs to spread wider, hitting that spot inside you at just the right angle. god, everything feels so hot and overwhelming and so damn good-

"that's it, show me how pretty you look cummin around me." once she reaches a hand down and roughly rubs your clit it's over, moaning and gasping her name as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. she never stops her movements, in fact, you think she goes harder once she feels your nails dig into her arms.

your head flops onto her shoulder, basking in your post-orgasm bliss as her large hands rub up and down your back. mind hazy, you feel yourself drifting off and giving yourself a mental pat on the back when you're shocked upwards by a fierce thrust from below you, wide eyes darting to abby's.

"what, ya thought we were finished? if you wanna claim me you gotta earn it, bunny."

"oh no, abby i cant-" you try to decline, not sure you can take another before she presses you back into her sheets, manhandling your legs over her shoulders and your arms under your back. she can tell you're about to fight it because she's pushing her strap into you again.

it's embarrassing how close you are already after a few minutes, unable to move as she splits you open in a damn mating press. trying to hide your face in the sheets is futile so you have no choice but to keep eye contact with her, which only brings you closer to the edge because she's looking at you like she wants to fuck you until she physically can't anymore.

she's quieter now but you can hear her mumbling under her breath about how 'you're too damn fine, jesus you're gonna be the death of me,' and the next thing you know you're both cumming, feeling the wet mess grow between your legs.

she sinks into you, boneless on top of you as she gently rubs at your sides as you do the same for her head. after a few minutes she gets up, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips at your soft whine at the strap leaving you before heading off to the bathroom to get a washcloth.

it's gentle as you both clean the other, softly trailing the rag down her arms as she observes you. its almost...domestic. which you haven't done in quite a while. it feels nice.

when she gets up to throw it in the hamper you reach for your clothes on the floor before she questions you.

"excuse me, what do you think you're doin?"

"uhh...leaving?"

"nope, bad manners if i let you go home now," she tosses you a shirt from one of her drawers, finding her own pajamas before flopping on her bed. "i don't know what kinda girls in the circuit you've been seein', but I'm not like that."

you're on the fence, rubbing the fabric of her large shirt before putting it on and settling in next to her. it couldn't hurt just to sleep with her, right? "fine. but you should know i don't normally do...this."

"me neither. but there's a first time for everything, right?" she smiles, rubbing your hip from over the shirt before trailing it under. "besides, maybe we can go again in the morning. still need to prove to you I'm not uptight."

thank god for dolly parton.

sorry if this is shorter than expected i feel like death. can we all do rodeo!abby this summer. pretty please.

taglist : @euphternal @jupiter-502 @vqxen @youcallmeconnor @andersonlore i love you guys im giving you kisses rn

#rodeo!abby #buckle bunny!reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby #tlou #abby x reader #tlou2 #tlou 2 #tlou smut #tlou x reader

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its-deputy-caleb · 2 years

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[REQUESTS CLOSED]

rules for requesting: HERE

| gender neutral reader unless stated | NSFW marked with * |

characters included [alphabetical order] : BEMBÉ, CAMILA, CARLOS, CLARA, DANI, EL TIGRE, JONRÓN, JUAN, LOLA, MARÍA, PAOLO, PAZ, PHILLY, TALÍA, YELENA, YUMI & ZENIA

HOW THEY CUDDLE - Camila, Dani & Juan

LEAVING THE FND FOR YOUR S/O - Bembé, Camila, Dani, Juan & Philly

WHAT THEY ARE LIKE IN BED * - Dani, Clara, Juan, Paz & Philly

INJURED S/O - Bembé, Camila, Clara, Dani, Juan, Paz, Philly & Yelena

HOW YOU SPEND TIME OFF TOGETHER - Camila, Clara, Dani, Juan, Paz & Philly

S/O TAKING CARE OF YOU AFTER BEING TORTURED BY FND - Bembé, Camila, Clara, Juan & Philly

COMFORTING YOU - Bembé & Philly

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS - INCOMPLETE

| PART ONE |

KISSING THEIR S/O’S HAND - Bembé, Camila, Clara, Dani & Juan

COMFORT WITH A COLD/FLU - Bembé Camila, Clara, Dani, Juan & María

FLIRTING WITH AN OBLIVIOUS READER - Clara, Dani & Juan

ANGST SERIES - COMPLETE

| PART ONE | PART TWO |

FOUND FAMILY - EL TIGRE & READER [PLATONIC HC’S]

JOINING THE GUERRILLAS - Bembé, Camila, Clara, Dani & Juan

MODERN AU - Bembé, Camila, Clara, Juan, Yelena & Zenia

FLUFF + POLY HC’S - Talía x Reader X Paolo

CELEBRATING YOUR BIRTHDAY - Camila, Clara, Dani, Juan & Philly

CATCHING FEELINGS - Clara, Dani & Juan

KISS HC’S - Bembé, Camila, Clara, Carlos, Dani, Juan & Philly

DATE HC’S - Camila, Clara, Carlos, Dani, Jonrón & Juan

GENERAL FLUFF HC’S - INCOMPLETE

| PART ONE |

PHILLY BARZAGA

fluff HC’s

JUAN CORTEZ

fluff HC’s

hand scribbled notes

my juan of a kind - incomplete

Photo ref - Part Three

BEMBÉ ALVAREZ

fluff & NSFW HC’s * - switch!bembé

PAOLO DE LA VEGA

fluff HC’s - trans!masc reader

MERCEDES ‘JONRÓN’ MARTIN

fluff HC’s - fem!reader

RARZAGA [M!DANI X PHILLY]

fluff HC’s

| Part One | Part Two |

JUAN CORTEZ X WILLIS HUNTLEY

old friends and even older trinkets *

OC RAMBLE INTRODUCTION : JULIA, MANNY & OLUWA

#fc6 #far cry 6 #fc6 headcannons #fc6 writing #masterlist #camila montero #bembe alvarez #clara garcia #dani rojas #juan cortez #paz duarte #philly barzaga #yelena morales #philly x dani

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punkrockmads · 3 years

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~Oneshots~

Abby:

Calm (Abby x F! Reader)

Thief pt.1 (Abby x F! Reader)

Thief pt.2 (Abby x F! Reader)

Spooky Season, Bitch! (Abby x F! Reader)

Birthday (Abby x F! Reader)

This Isn't You (Abby x F! Reader)

Missing You (Abby x F! Reader)

Trinkets (Abby x GN! Reader)

Two Moms (Abby x F! Reader)

I Hear You (Abby x F! Reader)

Rough Day (Abby x F! Reader)

Enough (Abby x GN! Reader)

Nora:

Good Morning (Nora x F! Reader)

Joel:

Safe And Sound (Joel and Daughter! Oc)

A Little Bit Sick (Joel and Daughter! Oc)

Please Don't Leave Me (Joel and Daughter! Oc)

Lovely First Sentence (Joel and Daughter! Oc)

Manny:

I've Got You, Brother (Manny and Sister! Reader)

Jesse:

Stay (Jesse x GN! Reader)

Lev:

A New Friend (Lev and Friend! Oc)

Character x Character:

All I Have Left (Abby x Ellie)

Fuck You and Your Fireflies (Nora x Mel)

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punkrockmads · 4 years

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Dream From The Past

Manny x Fem! Reader

(Modern Au)

Manny usually wakes up before you for work, giving him time to admire your sleeping figure beside him. You look so beautiful, peacefully resting in his arms, the sunlight draped over you like a delicate, silk sheet. Manny had grown to love the sight more over the past two years you've been together. He'd always known there was something special about you since the two of you were in the same third grade class. You became best friends right away, barely even noticing the love that sparked between you until years later when Abby dragged the two of you under the mistletoe at one of Leah's stupid Christmas parties.

He brushes hair out of your face, watching the way your hand reaches to grab the sleeve of his tee shirt; a small thing you do out of habit, finding comfort in knowing he's beside you. He listens curiously as you mumble incoherently. You must be having a strange dream. Glancing at the alarm clock, Manny notices it's about 8:00am. Neither of you have work today so there's no point in being awake.

He's only slightly annoyed at the fact that his brain is programmed to wake up at 7:30. Only slightly because, if he weren't up now, he wouldn't be able to admire all the little things that made sharing a bed with you feel like heaven. His favorite thing is the way you curl your body into his side, head resting on his chest. He asked you as a joke once why you used his chest as a pillow and you simply admitted that the sound of his heartbeat always helped lull you to sleep. He was flattered; almost started tearing up at the adorable confession.

You grip the sleeve of his tee shirt with all the strength you can muster in your sleep, searching for confirmation that Manny is still beside you. He holds back a laugh at the way your nose crinkles, your soft hands tugging at his shirt.

"I'm right here, mi amor." Manny says with a wide smile as he softly traces a finger along your cheekbone, wondering if you can hear him in your dreamland. He watches your expression soften as you try to hide your face from the sunlight peeking through the curtains. "Don't worry. I'll protect you. Even from the deadly sun." Manny jokes, moving to lay on his side so you can bury your face in his chest. His body acts as a wall, hiding you from the sun's glare so you can rest peacefully. You stir awake, wrapping your arms around Manny's torso.

You let out a sigh, stretching your legs that are tangled with Manny's. You open your eyes slowly, looking up to see Manny smiling lovingly at you.

"Did I wake you?" He asks. His voice is always deeper and a bit raspy in the morning; something you absolutely love.

You shake your head, closing your eyes again and resting your forehead against his chest. "No." You say, quietly. "It was probably the dream."

"Was it the one about the butterfly again?" Manny laces his fingers in your messy hair. You nod, taking in the familiar scent of his cologne. He's so warm; arms wrapped around your shoulders. The scruff of his beard brushes against your forehead as he moves to place his chin on top of your head. "Tell me about the dream again?"

You laugh, softly. "You've heard me tell it a million times, angel." You say, rubbing your hands up and down his back. What you say holds some truth. Ever since the two of you were tweens, you'd have this odd dream. At first, you'd have it once a week. Then, it dwindled down to once every few months. By the time you turned sixteen, you rarely had the dream. But, every time you'd mention it to Manny, he'd ask you to tell it all over again. He said it's his favorite story; one that can only be told by you.

"Well, we can make it a million and one." Manny says. You can practically hear the grin he has on his face.

"Alright." You give in with a sigh. You pause for a moment to prepare to tell your lover's favorite story.

"The two of us are sixteen." You begin, going into, what Manny calls your Story Mode. "We're at the Salt Lake Hospital with Abby, visiting her father. You and I are sitting on her father's desk and you're telling me all about how your parents immigrated to America. But it's clear my mind is somewhere else. You ask me what I'm thinking about and I say the bright green butterfly that landed on Abby's shoulder earlier that day. Although it's dark out, and there's no reason to, I feel like I have to find the butterfly. You, the kind person that you are, offer to help me look for it." You chuckle a bit. Of course Manny would help you look for a butterfly in the middle of the night.

"So, we go out in the dark and search for the butterfly." Manny chuckles a bit at the illogical actions of your dream. "We look everywhere and, when we get to the back of the hospital, there's this huge garden. And, of course, we're not gonna pass up an opportunity to explore a mysterious garden that appeared out of nowhere."

"Who wouldn't wanna explore a mysterious garden?" Manny cuts in. You laugh, putting a hand over his mouth to get him to stop interrupting. He just grins, licking the palm of your hand.

"Oh, gross!" You groan, wiping your hand on his sleeve. He laughs at you, kissing the top of your head. "Okay, anyways..." You pause, waiting to see if he'll interrupt you again. When he doesn't, you go on with your story. "As we're looking through the garden, I cut my finger on a sharp thorn from a rose bush. I don't even notice until I feel blood drip from my fingertip. I just ignore it. We search for a bit longer before I finally spot the butterfly on a bench in the center of the garden. It looks almost like it's glowing. I walk over and reach out for it, but as another drop of blood falls from my fingertip, I wake up."

"Never gets old." Manny grins. "And just think... one day, you'll be telling that story to our kids." You smile, looking up at him.

"You wanna have kids one day?" You ask. Manny's eyes sparkle, his figure illuminated by the morning sun.

"Of course!" Manny chuckles. "I'd love to have little versions of us running around and creating chaos!"

"Oh, God." You laugh. "I can already see you joining them." Manny laughs with you, squeezing you close. You just know Manny will make a great father one day.

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Wisdom Teeth

Abby x Fem! Reader (Modern Au)

Abby was hesitant when it came to bringing Manny with her to your dentist appointment. But, you were scheduled to get your wisdom teeth removed and she knew she'd need all the help she could get. Anesthesia is a hell of a drug. After assuring you several dozen times that you were going to be fine and she'd be waiting for you the whole time, Manny and Abby left to sit in the waiting room.

Manny sits next to Abby, flipping through some shitty fashion magazine the dentist's office leaves out for people to read while they're waiting. Manny looks around the room before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a pen. There isn't anyone else in the room, giving him the perfect opportunity to carry out his plan. He takes the cap off the pen, using it to draw a squid on one of the pages of the magazine.

"Abby, what do you think of my squid?" Manny asks, nudging her with his elbow. Abby looks over, smiling at his terrible drawing.

"What the hell?" She chuckles, taking the pen from him. "You didn't even give it eyes." She draws eyes on the squid, giving it angry eyebrows before handing the pen back to Manny.

"HE!" Manny whisper-yells with fake annoyance. "The squid is a HE!" Abby and Manny laugh harder, covering their mouths to keep quiet and not disturb the receptionist who is on the phone. Just as Manny is about to draw more, a nurse opens the door to the waiting room. Manny quickly closes the magazine and throws it down on the table. The nurse looks at the two of them.

"Here for Y/N?" He asks. Abby nods, standing up and grabbing her bag. "Follow me." Manny and Abby follow the nurse to a door. The nurse stops in front of it. "She's a little upset right now. She's convinced we stole her tongue so just a heads up. The anesthesia is a bit strong."

"Oh, we know." Manny chuckles. "We've been in this situation before."

"Shut up. I wasn't that bad." Abby groans, rolling her eyes. The nurse laughs, opening the door for Abby and Manny. Abby looks at you with a pitiful smile, seeing you sitting there with a mouth stuffed with cotton and gauze and tear stains on your puffy red cheeks. You look at Manny with a confused frown. Then, you start tearing up again.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" Manny asks, sitting in a chair in the corner of the room.

"You're not my girlfriend." You sniffle, tears falling down your face. Your voice is muffled by all the gauze and your delusional state makes Manny grin. "I don't know you. Where's Abby?" The tears start falling faster and Abby rushes to your side as Manny pulls out his phone to record you.

"Baby, I'm right here." Abby says softly, kneeling down beside you and putting a hand on your shoulder. "I'm here."

"Oh, thank God!" You sob. "I thought you left me!" Abby chuckles despite feeling bad for you. "I was so scared!"

"Oh, honey." Abby coos, cupping your face in her hands gently. "I'd never leave you. It's okay." She delicately wipes the tears off of your cheeks, quickly kissing the tip of your nose. Manny sits in the corner, using his phone to zoom in on your chipmunk cheeks as he records. "You ready to go home?"

"Yeah." You sniff, pouting at Abby. Abby notices some of the gauze coming out of your mouth. She carefully pokes it back in as you watch her with curious, tired eyes.

When Manny and Abby finally get you to the car, Manny decides to drive so Abby can sit with you in the back. You curl up against Abby, looking out the window like it's the first time you've ever seen the outside world. Abby massages your scalp lightly, one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close to her.

"How you doing back there, Y/N?" Manny asks, glancing at the two of you in the rearview mirror.

"I don't know you!" you let out in a muffled yell. Abby laughs at you, Manny chuckling from the front seat as well. "Abby, I don't know him." You tell your girlfriend, genuinely concerned.

"You do know him, baby." Abby assures you. "He's our best friend. Manny."

"He's our best friend?" You repeat, turning away from the window to look at Abby. Abby nods, poking a bit more gauze back into your mouth. "But his face is furry!" You start to cry again, clinging to Abby's shirt. "Are we friends with a bear?!" Abby and Manny start laughing harder, confusing you even more. "Oh no!" You sob. "Manny's a bear! He's gonna get killed!" Abby wraps her arms around you, holding you close. You sob into her shirt, holding it in your fists.

"Manny's gonna be fine. I promise." Abby says, glancing at Manny and mouthing 'Oh my God' with an amused simile. "You wanna take a nap?" She asks after you've stopped crying. You just nod, going to rub your face with your hands. Abby quickly takes your hands in hers before you can hurt yourself. She kisses both of your palms before patting her lap. "Lay down, honey." She says in a loving tone. You lay down, your head in her lap, facing her. You close your eyes and, in a matter of minutes, fall asleep.

"Aaand she's out like a light." Abby mumbles to Manny, brushing a lock of hair out of your face. "I'm surprised she did this well."

"Are you forgetting that she punched someone in the parking lot?" Manny recalls, laughing.

"The guy is fine." Abby brushes it off. "He just needs an ice pack." She looks back at you with a loving smile. "My chaotic baby." She mumbles, overjoyed to be able to call you hers.

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