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menofchaos · 4 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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fvckthisbxtchup · 11 months

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i’m so fucking hype. fellow associate @thesewickedhands found this so credit to her 😌

#richard cabral #stephanie beatriz #twisted metal #peacock #LOOK AT MY MANS

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cloveroctobers · 1 year

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🌬️DECEMBER DRABBLES — 7. Johnny Coco Cruz

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve if you celebrate! & happy holidays to you and yours 🤍 This one might even be a short one 😱! I still plan on doing the whole 12 days of promptmas although Christmas is tomorrow but—you Christmas lovers celebrate until the new years right? Anyways here’s a little something for coco that’ll hopefully make you smile.

S/N: this was supposed to be queued until early tomorrow afternoon and I thought this got accidentally deleted and I was really about to throw a fit lmao! Just to realize it wanted to be posted today so this is brought to you guys early! Hope you enjoy this little thing 😬🫣 + GIF BELONGS TO: @thesewickedhands

PROMPT: #25. “I don’t care that you’re hanging up lights, get off the roof!”

WARNINGS: mentions of religion, drug addiction, & coco being hardheaded af.

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Why was the gravel ashy if Santo Padre hardly got any snow?

That was the main thing on her mind on her drive back to the house. Surely it would make sense if they lived in a climate where snow was common. Honestly it was a little aggravating witnessing this as the wheels rode over the pavement; she wished they were experiencing rain on this winter day to bring in some damn moisture for once.

As she approached the house, her large round eyes formed into slits as she noticed something on the roof of her home. She stopped chewing as she creeped the car along the sidewalk, getting closer to the cream-colored home.

Just to her suspicion she took in the frame of the long haired man crouched on the roof. Immediately her window went down as she leaned over the passenger side yelling, “Coco, what do you think you’re doing?”

He silently cursed to himself as he sniffed, flicking the buds of his cigarette, watching the embers float downwards before he proposed a question himself, “you’re back home early. Something go wrong at church?”

The woman snickered to herself, knowing that Coco took the opportunity of her heading out to church to do—whatever it is that he’s doing on top of the house. Church was something that called her every so often (she came from a religious background so it was not a foreign idea to her but after living on her own, she didn’t find a true place of worship like back home) and even brought coco with her a couple of times. He enjoyed the singing portion and often felt anointed by the soulful voices after his struggles with drug addiction, yet he did not enjoy the long sermons.

She was climbing out of the emerald green Volkswagen Beetle then, boots on her feet as they clacked against the sidewalk to stand a great distance from the house but directly in Coco’s line of vision. His ink eyes scanned over her frame, a black leather jacket he bought for her last Christmas, tossed over a v-neck cut bodysuit…but most importantly the aluminum pan she was eating from, right in front of his face.

“I lied,” she answered around the shredded beef quesadilla with a lift of her shoulders, “I didn’t go to church.”

Coco blew his smoke to the side as a small frown appeared in between his brows, “where you go then? Aye…Don’t they say lying is a sin?”

She fought against the wind chill that surrounded her body, flicking her hair back from her shoulders as she fired back, “and isn’t waiting for you girlfriend to leave to do whatever it is that you’re doing, sneaky?”

“What’s sneaky about hanging up lights for the house?” Coco suddenly dragged the line of lights from behind him, holding them up in the air for her to see.

She blinked, “uh…maybe waiting until no one is around to help you?”

“I don’t need any help, I got it.” Coco stubbornly replied, “just like you didn’t need any help, lying about your whereabouts dressed like that and coming back eating that shit right in front of my face.”

The woman’s plump lips scrunched up at the slight attitude she was receiving right now. It was evident that Coco felt like he was being nagged but all she asked was a simple question.

Only for his well-being.

Taking a deep inhale and exhaling she took a different approach, “Pilates. I was at Pilates, okay? Yes, I’m following the latest trend, I fear, and I don’t wanna hear nothing about it. I Wanted to try something new and it was cool for like thirty minutes until I learned each session is a hour and sometimes a hour or more.”

Coco scratched at his hair with the hand that held his cigarette. “The hell is that?”

“What?”

“Pilates, you said?”

“Oh, it’s a strength training exercise.”

Coco pushed out his lips and shrugged, figuring he would just look it up later online. He had work to do but at least she was being honest…until another thought occurred to him.

“If you were out exercising…why you eating something so oily?”

Now why would he say that?

Was Coco a nutritionist instead of a Mayan?

Coco could see from on top of the house that she didn’t care for that response. The flare of her tinted button nose almost made him regret saying it. He wasn’t trying to knock his girl for her eating habits, it was only a question, but it was clear the holiday season was giving unnecessary stress to them both.

He watched as she stomped back over to her car, snatched her cotton tote bag from the backseat and slammed the door shut. With her head held high up the air, she began strutting down the rest of the sidewalk to head up the path that led to the house. She halted as she realized she dropped her dusty pink leg warmers, bent down to shove them back into the bag, not without giving Coco her full ass to kiss and knew he would be watching, as she held up her middle finger in between her legs and up at her blunt boyfriend.

Just as she turned around he said:

“My bad—

He started, knowing that he pissed her off.

“I don’t care that you’re hanging up lights, get off the roof!” Was all she shouted throughout the neighborhood, he was sure if anyone was around, especially that nosy old man, Hector from across the street, he would probably be on Coco’s head about this.

The glare in her large round eyes and the pointing was all Coco needed to know they were in argument right now. However he didn’t have any words to argue with, so he stood up from the roof, cigarette back in his mouth as he now held the lights in both hands, silently stamping his claim. This motion was enough for her to get that Coco wasn’t going anywhere, he was going to do whatever he set his mind to.

“Okay, Johnny.” Was all she said, sending him a sweet smile that was anything but, before entering the house with a slam of the door.

Coco laughed to himself, peeking back over at his lady’s car noticing that she didn’t bother to roll the windows up, (it was supposed to rain tonight) she was so annoyed with him. He knew he’d do it later just in case the automatic windows decided they wanted to get stuck again but his focus were on these Christmas lights.

Coco wanted to decorate the outside, that’s all he cared about; since he never got the chance to do it growing up with the kind of mother he had…however he was slowly building a family and felt like this was something he should do.

So he did.

Hours passed to the point she forgot Coco was even outside as she got wrapped up in other things around the house. From showering, to putting Christmas tunes on while tidying the house some more, to switching on the Christmas trees lights and faux poinsettias over the mantle, she was finally sitting down on the couch, finishing her leftover lunch when Letty entered the house, searching for her.

“Hey, do you know coco’s hanging from the side of the house?” Letty questioned, “he told me not to say anything but—when do I ever listen to what he says?”

A smirk appeared on her lips then, which made confusion wash over Letty’s face as she watched her take her time slipping on her jacket and Uggs. The teen just raised her hands, not wanting to be bothered with what those two had going on as she began making her way to the kitchen. The girl halted in the hallway, backtracking, doe-eyes scanning the doorway to make sure that she was in fact out of the house, as Letty plucked up the last quesadilla, running to her bedroom.

A sigh left her lips as she stood into the much cooler evening air. Her arms folded against each other as she watched coco dangle from the side of the home by the lights that held him hostage by his ankle.

“Hey there stranger,” she started, to get his attention, “how’s it hanging? Any blood rushing to your head yet?”

“Fucking Leticia,” Coco muttered not wanting her to see him like this, “Can you get me down, mamita?”

“Oh, so now you want my help?”

“I don’t exactly have my gun to shoot this shit off. So yeah.” He lightly spun, hanging upside down like a bat in its cave.

She was positive he would have done something exactly like that if no one was around. It was just humorous to her that he was not only in his predicament over some lights, but he was the one giving her attitude for not wanting him to injure himself up there in the first place and now look at him.

The nerve of this man.

“Maybe I should leave you here until midnight.”

“I’ll probably be dead by then.”

“I hope not.”

“Mamita! Stop fucking around, please! I’m starting to lose feeling in my neck.”

She would be lying if she said that didn’t spark her heart rate a bit. However she still took her time walking fully over to him, one hand in her pocket as she slipped out her knife and swiped it around his ankle. Quickly stepping back she watched at the lights unraveled the man, sending him head-first right into the grass.

Coco laid there for a bit on his stomach, before he lifted his head some, long hair in his eyes as she watched him. “Thanks.”

“Mhm,” she kicked the grass before holding her hand to help the man to his feet. Her hands went to his skull next, fingertips pressing into the scalp beneath his shiny hair.

Coco melted into her hands then, as she gave him a massage in a attempt to help the headache he was probably facing now. His hands went to her waist, mainly to steady himself before he completely pressed his head to her chest.

“My bad,” He whispered into the orange frosted sky, “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings earlier.”

This she knew.

Yet coco didn’t receive a vocal response from her, she just held onto him like he wanted. They were both trying their best to heal from their own inner demons, so the couple knew they couldn’t take what was said personally.

So they’d blame it on the holidays for now.

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Continue along with my December anthology prompts here.

#mayans mc #mayans mc fx #mayans mc x reader #coco cruz x black! reader #johnny coco cruz x reader #johnny coco cruz #richard cabral #leticia cruz #Letty cruz #Spotify #coco cruz

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likedovesinthewnd · 11 months

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thank you @cooliestghouliest for the tag!! this PICREW was so cute!!

no presh tags @irrelevantwriter @littledemondani @pedroschka @zestychili @bimbogagginz @thesewickedhands @lovearne

#tag game

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krisstatarchive · 1 year

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tagged by @thesewickedhands and @m00sebaby, thank you! the link is here

tagging @lastbuckshot, @brandoncutler, @actualanxiousswampwitch, @autisticdisaster, @baybmetal, @boneforts, @genshimada, @goorjian, @ghostbusting, @edbighead, @clonecaptains, @embracethechange, and anyone else who wants to do this

#zodiac #about

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toadbelly · 11 months

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pov: you're in a horror movie

create your look here

find out your role here

tagged by @thesewickedhands hehe thank you :)<33 tagging anyone who wants to do this :)

#thanks for tagging me this was so fun!!

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beckygsource · 4 years

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welcome to your newest becky g source blog! we’re your #1 source for creative content and news about singer, dancer, and actress becky g. she released her debut album mala santa in 2019 and is known for starring in saban’s power rangers (2017) as trini.

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rogerdeakinsdp · 4 years

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Stephanie Corneliussen by Ben Cope for Flaunt Magazine, July 2019

#userangela #thesewickedhands #mrrobotedit #marvelcastedit #stephanie corneliussen #scorneliussenedit #edit

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juiceortiz · 4 years

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re: Juice at a BLM protest. You think he'd tag along if maybe Chibs decided to attend one for Fiona and Kerrianne? 🤔

Hmmmmm yeah I think that would make him feel like it was okay. I think he would play it off like it’s not that important to him, but it actually would be.

send me your headcanons/AUs/questions about juice ortiz!

#answered #thesewickedhands

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k3rnelpan1c · 4 years

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thesewickedhands replied to your post “thesewickedhands replied to your post “Hello friend.” ...”

That's a slippery slope.

You’re only in my head. We have to remember that.

#thesewickedhands

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menofchaos · 1 year

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Coco x Reader

Note: I’m back with more Coco x reader vibes. Inspired by something Coco mentions at the end of s2. Not quite canon, warning for sexy vibes. Please let me know what you think! Credit to @spideyspeaches for the dividers & the most talented @thesewickedhands for the gif.

A sharp knock on her door jolted her awake. She sat up slowly, waiting. Another sharp knock made her flinch. Her phone lit up on her nightstand.

Coco: it’s me ma. u up?

She sighed, relieved, before she got up and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. She walked out of her room as a louder, more urgent knock broke the otherwise silent apartment. She opened the door and Coco walked in, his hood pulled down low to cover his wide eyes.

“Has anyone been here?” he asked, gently pushing her hand away when she reached for the light.

“No,” she rasped, “I just woke up.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, “I didn’t…I didn’t know where else to go.”

She took his hand and led him into her bathroom, only turning on the light once they were behind the closed door. Coco pushed his hood down and she frowned when she saw blood on his cheek.

“Is that yours?” she asked, grabbing a wash cloth.

He shook his head, “I’m whole.”

“Then what’s going on?” she ran the faucet as hot as she could.

Coco had stumbled into her life about 6 months ago. Her ex-girlfriend had introduced them at a party and they became inseparable almost immediately. While it cost her the relationship and her car windshield, she wouldn’t change a thing.

“I uh…I did something,” he admitted as he took off his hoodie, “That I probably shouldn’t have.”

She held his chin as she carefully cleaned the blood off his cheek, glancing at the splatters on his neck, “Did they deserve it?”

Coco took a shaky breath, “Roy was trafficking women out of the back room.”

“Living up to your name,” she teased.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a small smile as she tilted his head up to clean his throat, “I uh…I gotta get out of town, ma.”

She froze, “What?”

He sighed and touched her hips, “You know how connected he is. His people are gonna come after me,” he explained, “I was thinking about getting out anyway. This ‘for hire’ shit ain’t for me.”

She hugged him tight, inhaling the lingering scent of his body wash from their shower that morning. He rubbed the back of her head before whispering, “Come with me,” in her ear.

“What?” she looked up at him, her eyes wide.

“I’m leaving tonight,” he admitted, “I got a bag packed and it’s in the car. Come with me.”

“Are you serious?”

He shrugged, “Yeah. Why not? It doesn’t have to be forever. Just as long as it works.”

“I can’t just leave,” she stammered.

“Why not?”

She thought it over quietly. She had moved there for a change in scenery and the little family she had on the other side of the country. She had a few acquaintances that bordered on friends and was working as a bartender with dreams of owning a tattoo shop. But the tattoo artists in town wouldn’t apprentice her because she was a woman and her friends weren’t as important as Coco.

“I’m in.”

Coco wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they drove down the highway, the backseat filled with their belongings and bags of food and beer.

“Where are we going?” she asked, cuddling up to him.

“Figured we’d drive down to southern Cali,” he smiled, “I got a friend from the Marines who’s living near the border. I thought we could set up there for a while, cross over if they find me. Sound alright?”

She nodded, “Can we go to the beach?”

He laughed, “Anything you want, baby.”

“Perfect,” she yawned and cuddled closer to him.

He kissed her head, “You can sleep, I’m good,” he whispered.

Coco drove for a while, listening to the radio and smiling when he felt her weight on him as she slept. He knew right away she would be important, but spent the first two months of their friendship assuming she was a lesbian. She corrected him one night while sharing a blunt and complaining about her girlfriend’s temper. They ended up together less than a week later when her girlfriend took a baseball bat to her windshield.

He kissed her head and mentally kept track of the road signs they passed, wanting to put a good distance between them and Roy’s friends before he stopped for the night. A sign with a beach town caught his eye and he took the exit onto a different highway.

“Baby, wake up.”

She rubbed her eyes as Coco pulled her hood off gently, “Where are we?”

“Look,” he whispered.

“What?” she mumbled and sat up, her eyes lighting up when she saw the water, “You took me to the beach.”

He kissed her head, “I told you I would. There’s a motel a few minutes away that we can spend the night at. Spend the day at the beach?”

She kissed him a few times, “I’ll get the blanket I packed and we can go.”

They spent the day on the beach, laughing and kissing and building giant sand castles. She wandered down into the ocean and Coco’s eyes were glued to every curve of her body. They packed up when the sun started setting and headed to the motel. Coco handed her a few bills to check in. He watched like a hawk, baseball hat on in case the motel employee saw him. The employee was too busy staring at her tits to even care. He glared until she got back in the car and kissed his jaw, whispering their room number in his ear.

The air changed between them as soon as her lips brushed his skin. The eye contact lingered, a spark when his fingers touched hers. She unpacked the food as he unloaded the car, Coco smirking when he realized that she booked the lover’s suite.

“Does it vibrate?” he joked.

She smirked, “Yes.”

Coco’s eyes darkened as he watched her body stretch out on the heart-shaped bed. He kissed up her salty skin slowly, his fingers precise and deliberate as he undressed them. She kissed his neck, her nails trailing down his spine. The day caught up to Coco and he grabbed her chin, his movements rough as he rolled her onto her side, fingers sliding between her legs.

“You ran away with me,” he whispered in her ear.

She breathed out a laugh and reached back, holding the back of his neck, “I did.”

He stayed silent as he listened to her moans get louder, her hips moving in rhythm with his fingers. Her body shuddered through an orgasm, her free hand gripping the comforter.

Before she could recover, Coco pushed into her with a low grunt. He held her outer thigh with a tight grip, listening to her sweet whimpers turn to desperate gasps. His eyes never left her as she came two more times before he spilled inside her, growling in her ear. He wrapped her in his arms as they caught their breath.

“Thank you,” he mumbled roughly.

She squeezed his hand and fell asleep to the feel of his heartbeat against her back.

They spent two nights at the motel, their days spent on the sand and at night, they fed quarters into the vibrating bed. She checked them out before the sun was up, Coco glaring at the receptionist who couldn’t keep his eyes to himself. She slid into the front seat and frowned when she saw his intense eyes.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, touching his arm.

“Pendejo kept starin’ at your tits,” he grumbled.

She laughed and kissed his jaw, “Kept his eyes off you, outlaw,” she whispered, “Plus, I’m not running away with him, am I?”

Coco smirked, “Outlaw, huh?”

“I know we aren’t exactly running from the law,” she settled next to him, pulling his arm over her shoulders, “But it kinda feels like it.”

He kissed her temple and started driving, listening to whatever she put on the radio. When he stopped for gas, she rearranged their bags before heading into the gas station to buy more cigarettes. He was about to get in the car when a young couple opened the door just in time for him to hear her shout, “Get the fuck off me!” Coco was inside before he could even think about it. An older white man was laying on the floor, his hands covering his crotch and blood pouring from his nose. She was glaring at him as two employees ran over.

“What happened?” he asked, “Are you okay?”

She nodded, “Yeah. His old ass stood right behind me and pressed me against the fucking shelves. He started whispering about flaunting my ass and I elbowed him in the face.”

His eyes narrowed at the whimpering grandpa, “You lucky I was outside, motherfucker,” he kicked the man in the ribs, “Lets go,” he grabbed her arm and led her outside as the employees shouted for them to stop.

“I’m sorry, we should go before the cops come,” she kept her voice low.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said as they got in the car and took off. She clung to him a little tighter and once he was sure they weren’t being followed, he pulled into a desolate corner of a plaza parking lot and turned to her.

“Are you good?” he asked, running his hands over her body to check her for injuries.

“He didn’t do anything but put his dick on my ass,” she shivered, “I’m okay. I promise. Just shaken up.”

He hugged her to his chest, “I’m sorry,” he stroked the back of her head, “You fucked him up, though.”

“Proud of me?” she asked, looking up at him.

“Always,” he held her cheeks, his forehead on hers.

Around midnight, they pulled into a small town and rented another motel room. Coco went slow that night, keeping her eyes on his and his strokes hitting slow and deep. She cried when she came and they fell asleep almost immediately. When she woke up, the sun was just starting to rise and Coco was on the motel landline.

“Yeah, that’s him,” he smiled when he saw her watching him, “We should be there soon. Thanks bro,” he hung up and kneeled next to the bed, running his fingers through her hair, “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” she murmured quietly, “Was that the guy we’re meeting up with?”

“Yes. I asked him to keep an eye on Roy’s guys to make sure they aren’t looking for me,” he explained, “He said they are but they’re nowhere near us.”

“What are they gonna do if they find us?” she asked, sitting up quick.

Coco helped her lay back down, “I would never let anyone hurt you. If they show up, I’ll handle them.”

She smiled slowly, “You’ll handle them?”

He nodded, “They’ll never lay a finger on you, ma. I’ll always protect you. I…I love you.”

She leaned in and kissed him, her hand on his cheek, “I love you, Johnny.”

Coco pulled up to a busy gas station, fidgeting with his knife as he scanned the scene. She sat up straighter, “It's kinda big…”

“I know,” he frowned, “There’s a lot of truckers too but I don’t think we can make it to another gas station.”

“Roy knew a lot of truckers?” she asked.

He nodded, biting his lip, “We’re…pretty far south by now.”

“I can go in and pay cash,” she suggested, “You stay out here?”

“Bring this with you,” he slipped a closed switchblade in her hand, “I’ll still be watching but just in case.”

She kissed him and Coco pulled his hood up, keeping his eyes on her as she pocketed the knife and made her way inside. The men roaming around stared but nobody approached her as she waited in line. He got out once she came outside.

“Do you want me to do it so you can be ready to take off?” she offered.

“I told you I’d never make you pump gas,” he teased.

“This is different,” she pouted.

He crooked his finger at her and she leaned in, kissing him, “I love you,” he whispered against her lips.

She sighed happily, “I love you.”

The pump clicked and Coco opened her car door, “Get that ass in the car, ma.”

She giggled and got in, watching him through the window. He finished at the pump and walked around the car, bumping into someone.

“Shit, sorry,” the guy stumbled back, “I didn’t see you.”

“Sorry,” Coco mumbled and went to walk around but the guy stepped back in his way. Coco frowned and looked up to see a tall, white man with brown hair looking at him curiously.

“Do I know you?” the man asked, “You look familiar.”

He glanced in the car to find her watching them curiously, “No hablo inglés,” he shrugged and got in the car, turning it on, “Fuck, fuck,” he pulled out of the gas station, then glanced in the rear view mirror in time to see the trucker’s eyes widen in recognition and race back to his truck.

“Who was that?” she looked back, “Did he know Roy?”

“Yeah,” he took a deep breath, “Fuck, that was close.”

Her eyes widened and she turned in her seat, “I don’t see him.”

“Can you look up used car lots?”

The night was quiet, only the sounds of a few cars passing by and her soft voice coming from the other room. Coco lit a cigarette and passed the pack across the table, “Need a lighter?”

“Yeah, thanks man,” his new roommate, Angel, opened the pack, “It’s pretty quiet out here.”

“Good,” he let out the smoke, “I need quiet right now.”

Angel lit his own cigarette, “Santo Padre is pretty low-key. Except the biker club.”

Coco arched an eyebrow, “Biker club? No shit.”

“They just moved in like…6 months ago?” he guessed, “Gilly and I were talking about prospecting.”

“That would be interesting,” he looked at the window and smiled when he saw her dancing around the kitchen. He knocked on the window and she jumped, sticking her tongue out at him. He laughed softly and nodded for her to join them.

“She’s cool,” Angel murmured, “Your chick.”

Coco smiled, “Thanks, man. I don’t know how I got so lucky, she left everything for me.”

“A ride or die,” Angel joked, “Good for you, man.”

She stood at the back door, “What do you want besides scaring the fuck out of me?”

Coco smirked, “Want you to stop working in there and relax.”

Angel nodded, “I told you I’d clean up.”

“I don’t mind,” she sat on Coco’s lap, “Plus, you never actually clean the pots and pans right.”

“Hey!” Angel protested as Coco cracked up, “It was hard!”

She giggled and took Coco’s cigarette when he offered, “Yeah, yeah.”

Coco kissed her shoulder, “Be nice or we’re gonna have to run again.”

“Nah,” she smiled, “I think we’re home.”

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