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happysoldlady · 1 year

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Coney Island Part 2 - Nestor Oceteva

a/n: I'm back! Also, I wish I could tell you what this is but I can't. Y'all said you liked this concept so here's a part two. I'm on a real Nestor kick lately. Mans has got me in a grip. Enjoy!

warnings: NSFW!!, fem! reader, brief mentions of violence/abuse

"Fuck, dulce." Nestor groans, rolling his hips against yours, his fingers buried deep in your hips for leverage. He takes pleasure in the way your face relaxes into ecstasy every time his dick meets that spongy spot inside of you. The way your eyebrows furrow as he pulls out, and the rolling of your eyes to the back of your head as he presses back in, moving a thumb to roll over your clit. He feels your pussy clench around him as you reach to touch any part of him. Your nails find his chest, and he lets out a deep groan as you run them down his skin. He picks up the pace on his strokes, keeping the same tempo on your clit, leaving you a withering mess below him. Moments later, the two of you reach your climax together, Nestor then collapsing onto the bed next to you. His chest rising and falling as he tries to settle his breathing, his eyes finding your profile as you take a minute to breathe, your hands lying idly on your chest, eyes closed in relaxation.

Following the incident last month of the two of you being kidnapped, you had found yourselves making up for lost time in the bedroom (and on the kitchen table, bathroom sink, against the wall in the foyer, ottoman in the living room...wherever, really). It had been probably a year since the two of you had had this much sex. Being busy with work, and oddly disconnected from one another had pushed you to opposite sides of your king-sized bed, not sharing it at all some nights. But for the last few weeks, Nestor seemed eager to get home if not for any other reason than to bury himself in you. And well, who would turn down an orgasm from the man you love? However, should the two of you probably talk things through? Absolutely. Were you going to do it while Nestor is fucking your brains out? Absolutely not.

You peel your eyes open, and turn your head, meeting his dark eyes that beam at you with affection. You find yourself wondering if he's always looked at you that way, and if that look will fade when the post-nut clarity comes.

"Te amo." He mutters, as one of his hands reaches out to brush a piece of hair out of your face. He leans over and presses a soft kiss to your head. And then, he's up. He strolls to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

You let out a breath, setting up in the bed and pulling a robe around your body. The sex...well, it's great. It's always been great, but sex feels like a band-aid for the disconnect. Nestor comes inside you and then goes off to work while you wait for him to come home and do it again. There is very little conversation...or apologizing.

You hear the shower turn on and let out a breath. A grumbling in your stomach reminds you that you should probably eat something. You slip on a pair of shorts and are digging through the fridge to find ingredients when you hear a rustling outside. Your insides freeze, and you lift your head to look outside your kitchen window. Nothing. You take a breath and shake your head, going back to your search when you hear it again.

“What the fuck?” You mutter under your breath. Taking no chances this time, you scurry back to your bedroom and bang on the bathroom door. “Nestor!!”

The panic in your voice damn near makes him panic. He quickly rinses the suds off his body and turns the water off. He wraps a towel around himself and unlocks the door.

“What’s wrong, mi amor?” He gives you a once over, noticing the way your chest is heaving up and down in a panic. You slip into the bathroom with him, and shut the door making Nestor’s brows furrow.

“I heard something outside.” You rush out, hushed.

“What was it? Like a person?” He asks, leaning over to open the door to go check.

“No, no, no. Don’t go out there.” You say quickly, grabbing his hand before he can turn the doorknob.

His gaze softens and he raises his eyebrows. “Mi dulce, you know I’m not the type to sit here and wait it out.”

You shake your head, swallowing hard. “I just don’t want them to find us again.”

Nestor grabs your wrist and pulls you into his chest. He’s still wet from his shower but you don’t mind. He holds you there for a second and you feel him press a kiss to your head. He knows you’ve been stressed since the incident. He’s watched as you glance around, rushing to the door of your home. He’s seen the panic on your face when you can’t find him at work events. Your newfound hyper-vigilance has not gone unnoticed by him.

“Mi amor, no podemos vivir nuestras vidas con miedo de algo que puede suceder o no.” Nestor says, taking your face into his hands. “I protected you then, and I’ll protect you now. Always.”

A shaky breath escapes past your lips and your eyes dance between his in uncertainty. You open your mouth to reply but his lips come down to your own for a few seconds.

“I’ll get dressed and take a look around. Give me five minutes.” He mumbles against your lips and then disappears before you can protest.

Ten minutes later, you are pacing around your living room, biting at your nails. The fear of not knowing if something actually was out there is starting to get the better of you when Nestor slips back inside. He slips his shoes off at the door and then meets your worried gaze.

His gaze meets your and he gives you a small smile. “The coast is clear, mi dulce.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and take a seat on the couch. Nestor’s eyebrows furrow as he watches your head fall into your hands. He crosses the floor and kneels down in front of you, his hands coming up to hold yours.

“I would never let anything happen to you. You know that, don’t you?” Nestor questions, his eyes searching yours.

You want to reassure him. Tell him that you’re sleeping well and that you know he would never let anything happen to you. But the look in his eyes when those guys threw you into that van haunts you. He was helpless. And you were helpless. And there was absolutely nothing that he could do to maintain your safety. Especially after they separated the two of you.

Your mouth opens to whisper the lie to him, to tell him that you have faith in him but the words die on your tongue and his face twists in confusion.

“Hey,” Nestor breathes out, moving to sit next to you on the couch. You turn your body to face him, your hands falling to tug on your fingers. “What’s happening in that head of yours?”

You look up at him, your hands gripping onto each other to stop the shaking. “Something already did happen. And we couldn’t do anything.”

Nestor shakes his head. “You are safe now. You were always going to be okay. I would have never let them actually hurt you.”

“They did hurt me.” You whisper, looking away from him. “They did. And you weren’t there. You were in the van. And it’s not your fault and I’m not blaming you because you are just a human being. But I’m afraid, Nestor. All the time.”

Nestor’s heart shatters in his chest. You’ve been together for years, and no it’s not always been the perfect relationship but the love he has for you is deep and unrelenting. Never did he think that fear would be the thing you felt while with him.

He takes your hands gently into his, pressing a kiss to each of them and then meeting your gaze. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you then. I tried.”

You shake your head and it’s your turn to take his face into your hands. “No, no, no. You did everything you could and I know that. And I love you for it. And I feel the most safe when I’m here with you. That’s not at all what I’m saying.”

His eyebrows are furrowed and he shakes his head. “What else can I do to make you feel safe? More boxing training? Do we need to find a new house?”

The desperateness in Nestor’s voice breaks your heart and you shrug, “Those might help. We can try them.”

He nods at you, his hands grabbing at you and pulling you onto his lap. His arms wrap around your waist and he holds you close to him. The two of you sit like this for a while. Probably too long, but despite your anxiety, you really do feel safest in his arms.

“Do you want to talk about how they hurt you?” Nestor mumbles against your chest after a while. You lean back so you can meet his gaze. His dark eyes are somehow even darker and you lean down to catch his lips with your own.

“Yes. But I don’t want the details to hurt you.” You mumble, using your hands to smooth over his hair.

He shakes his head, “Don’t worry about me, mi amor. I want to know.”

So you do. You sit in his lap and tell him everything. The pain, the fear, the shooting. Their greedy hands grabbing at you and making innuendos toward further abuse. The way they kept laughing that Nestor couldn’t help you. By the time you’ve told him everything, you can feel Nestor’s anger buzzing under his skin.

His arms tighten around your waist and he buries his face in your chest. "I should've ripped them limb from limb."

You let out a quiet chuckle and press a kiss to the top of his hair. "And I know you would have if you had known."

Nestor leans his head back against the couch, deep in thought. You trace a finger along his jawline and wait for him to gather his thoughts. Several minutes later, he meets your gaze and you don't recognize the look on his face.

"Do you remember that apartment you lived in when we first met?" He asks, one of his hands coming up to smooth down your hair. You nod, silently wondering where he's going with this.

"I remember the first time you invited me over." He starts, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair. "I was so nervous. Worried that this life wasn't going to be what you wanted, and absolutely positive that it wasn't what you deserved. I walked into that apartment and it was in one of the shittiest neighborhoods in Santo Padre and somehow, you had made it nice. The walls painted a green color and plants everywhere. You were wearing these baggy pants with a white shirt and denim button-up thing, and you offered me lemonade." Nestor lets out a laugh at the memory, as if it's the most absurd thing he's ever heard. "No one has ever looked at me and thought to offer me lemonade."

You smile, "I just didn't want you to be thirsty."

Nestor's eyes lighten up as he laughs. "You're the most effortlessly thoughtful person that I know." His face grows serious and then he closes his eyes. "I know that this past year has not been easy. And I know that I have driven you to some dark places in your mind and I can never apologize enough."

You wait for him to finish, your fingers running up and down his arm in an attempt to comfort him as he speaks.

"I can't promise you that people like those pieces of shit won't hurt you again, mi amor. I wish I could. I can promise you that I will die trying to stop them." He says seriously, his eyes locked onto yours. "And if you want to leave and get out of this shit, I won't stop you. Hell, after the year we've had I wouldn't blame you."

Your face crumples at his suggestion. You shake your head at him, leaning down to press a kiss to his mouth. Nestor's hands find your waist and squeeze as you deepen the kiss. Your hands tangle into his hair and tug as you resituate yourself on his lap. Nestor lets out a deep groan, and you feel him pressing against you.

You grind down onto him, his lips trailing down your neck, suckling onto the skin there. You're breathless by the time his lips find yours again and he lifts your legs, laying your back down gently on the couch. Your robe falls open and he quickly undoes the tie, his dark eyes trailing over you.

You shrug off the robe and toss it onto the floor, reaching down to remove Nestor's shirt and then his shorts. His lips find yours again and his hand trails up your leg. He revels in the sound you make when his fingers brush over your sex. He removes his lips from yours and trails them down your body. He lines his mouth up to your sex and licks a long stripe up, his tongue focusing on your clit. Your hands find his hair again and you let out a moan. His lips wrap around your clit and he inserts a finger into you. Then another.

"Oh my fuck." You curse, your back arching at his assault. Nestor continues for several minutes, adding another finger which causes you to cry out. The familiar pleasure builds in your lower abdomen and you moan out his name as the pressure snaps.

His fingers fuck you through your orgasm and then he comes up, kissing you and allowing you to taste yourself on him. You groan, gripping onto his back. You can feel him pressing into your leg and spread your legs further to accommodate him.

"Hmmm, always so thoughtful." He mutters against your lips. You grin and urge him forward. "What is it? What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me." You mumble, tugging lightly on his hair. He growls, and teases his tip at your entrance. One of his hands come up to rest against your throat. He meets your gaze and tightens his grip as he sheathes himself inside you.

"Oh fuck, Nestor." You moan out, your back arching against him. He lifts his hip and thrusts back into you. Hard. The sound that comes from his throat damn near makes you come right then and there.

Nestor sets a quicker pace than usual, never letting up pressure on your throat in a positively delicious way. His eyes stay locked on yours, silently checking in on you as he watches your mouth drop open in pleasure.

"Fuck mi amor, you look so fucking good like this." He grumbles, his mouth coming to make its assault on your ear.

You let out a moan and reach a hand down to your clit. The familiar twinge of pleasure begins to build again and you let out a louder moan.

"That's it, mi dulce. Go ahead and fucking come for me." He coaxes, his hand tightening some on your throat. Your orgasm washes over you in waves and Nestor fucks you through all of them before reaching his high as well.

He pulls out of you slowly, immediately removing his hand from your throat. His eyes meet yours and he presses a kiss to your lips, grinning at the fucked-out look on your face. He settles himself between your legs and rests his head on your bare chest.

Several minutes pass before anyone speaks, but oddly enough, Nestor is the first to break the silence. "I don't want you to think that I'm complaining but you didn't answer my question."

You let out a giggle and shake your head, "There's no one else in the world I want to have near-death experiences with. Let's just maybe get a camera on the front door or something."

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dallianceangel · 4 months

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𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 💀

summary: in which happy pays you a late-night visit to your dorm room.

pairing: happy lowman x fem!reader

word count: 331.

warnings: swearing.

author's note: i found this prompt on google and decided to run with it, attempting to write without taking too many breaks. here's the result, i hope you enjoy x

💨 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 💨

After attending yet another rowdy club party, you call it a night at around 11PM.

Settling yourself underneath the covers in your dorm room, you close your eyes and immediately relax. It's not until you hear the door open and close and footsteps coming closer towards you that you open your eyes, finding your secret boyfriend standing next to the bed.

“Have you got a death wish?” you ask Happy, knowing full well what would happen if your Dad, Clay, was to find out that a fellow Son is in a relationship with his long-lost daughter.

He whispers back. “Maybe.”

You know he's not a man of many words, but you have come to understand him in ways that others don't, seeing a side to him that he's never shown to anybody else. Happy doesn't need to say a thing for you to know what he wants, you can just sense it.

“Five minutes, that's all you're getting.”

He smiles. “Thank you.”

Settling himself in his favourite place—your arms—you can't help but smile. You never thought Happy would prefer to be the little spoon, but he surprisingly does. Pressing a loving kiss to the top of his head, Happy breathes a sigh of contentment in response. If life had a pause button that could make this moment last for as long as possible, Happy would press it.

“I fucking love you, Happy Lowman.”

“I fuckin' love you, baby girl.”

Losing track of time is what the pair of you do best. Five minutes pass, and you're still spooning. Every single second that he's here is a risk, but neither of you have the courage to part ways for the night. It seems that nothing can tear you both away from each other, until something does.

“Did you just fart, Hap?”

He whispers back. “Yes.”

“It's okay, release your demons.”

You soon come to regret what you've just said, as he lets rip and ultimately leaves your room stinking to high heaven.

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imagineredwood · 2 months

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4. Stars ✨

Summary: EZ is president now and with that new control over the club has come new control over you.

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female reader

Warnings: 18+ Sexual content MDNI, PIV sex, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation-(everything is consensual but the reader does ask him to stop due to overstimulation, not because she is no longer consenting), EZ talking the reader through it a little condescendingly

Word count: 745

A/N: Named it Stars because that what the 🍆 has you seeing in this one 🥰 Could potentially be seen as a little OOC for EZ, I just went with more of his personality from the later seasons. The more ruthless EZ as opposed to the usual characteristic early on cinnamon roll EZ 🫣 Also none of the other women that he’s been with on the show exist in this timeline so the reader is his first valentine since getting released.

"I can't, I can't, I can't-"

EZ chuckled at your breathless voice, high-pitched, whiny, and desperate as you pushed at his shoulders, trying to earn some reprieve. The vibration against your clit ran a shiver through you, a quiet sob pushing past your lips at the overstimulation. You weren't sure how many times he had made you come now.

You had stopped counting after six.

It was Valentine's Day, and with his time in prison, EZ hadn't had a Valentine to spoil in quite some time. But he had you this year and he had pulled out all of the stops. Breakfast in bed, spending the day together doing the hobbies of your choice, a fancy dinner at your favorite restaurant, and now that you were both home, he had spent the last 45 minutes with his face buried in your pussy eating you like a man starved.

It had been great at first, like always, but somewhere around the fifth orgasm, it had somewhat lost its novelty as you shook and spasmed over and over. He took some pity, opting to move his mouth to your inner thighs, leaving kisses and soft bites while his fingers worked into you instead. He'd given your swollen clit some safety from the abuse for a good few minutes, long enough to help you settle. Just to bring his full lips to it once more, suckling and kissing, your thighs casing tightly around his head.

But he simply laughs again, taking true pleasure in your overstimulation. His goatee has rubbed your lips raw and he pouts slightly as the small welts of irritation that ripple the texture of your sensitive skin.

"Poor baby."

He runs a finger over your slit, shaking his head at the way your hips jerk.

"I can't, EZ. I'm s-serious. I can't...I can't...no more..."

You're having trouble forming words, your brain turned into mush long ago. The Mayan president gets up from his prone position, a kink in his neck that he ignores. He's sitting up on his knees, looking down at you with pride and adoration, his mouth and beard glistening in copious amounts of your slick and his spit. His hand is unceremonious as it comes up to wipe at his mouth, his eyes darker than you ever remember seeing them. Ever since he's taken the gavel, he's been this way. More rough. Primal. Feral even.

And now that he has reduced you to an incoherent babbling mess, he finally grips his cock, thick and solid and leaking, just to tap it sadistically against your puffy pussy. He runs the underside over your clit, reveling in the small hiss you let out at the contact, cooing at you as he does.

"You're ok. You can take it. I know you can. You can be strong for me, right? Can't you?"

His tone was babying yet condescending and you blinked the tears out of your eyes, your head nodding softly. He grinned and leaned down to press his lips to yours, his tongue dominant as it pushed against yours, your taste still in his mouth. He pulled away after a moment more and took hold of himself once again, cock pushing through your lips easily, back and forth, back and forth, your hole clenching on nothing on nothing every time he grazed over your clit.

He finally sunk into you without warning, slow and steady until he was buried within you fully. He leaned his weight on top of you, burly arms coming up to rest on either side of your head, encasing you. His lips kissed and sucked at your jaw as he gave you a moment to adjust, his left hand fisted into your hair. Not pulling or tugging, but ensuring he kept you just where he wanted you. He pulled his hips back then, all the way until he had almost slipped out of you, and then sank all the way back in. Your thighs trembled as they rested against his waist, your breathing shallow and ragged and he continued those strokes, making you see stars.

You made noises that EZ assumed might've been meant to sound like words, but they were unintelligible, so he paid them no mind.

"There you go, baby. That's my good girl. Look how good you take all of me."

You whimpered and nodded, your brain as scrambled as your insides, you having no choice but to lay there and take everything he gave you.

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sleepycreamcola · 1 year

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Soft morning Namor drabble

He would do this shiiiiiiiitttttt 😭

“Good morning in yakunaj” Namor whispers in your ear. His fingers brush over your cheek and caress your neck. “How did you sleep?” He asks, kissing your cheek. “Perfectly,” you sigh. “Perfect.” He smiles.

Namor leans over you and starts to press tender kisses across your face. Soft, slow, full of love, admiration. Your forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, chin. Taking hold of your hand he presses those same tender kisses to each finger, your palm, wrist, up your arm. “What are you doing?” You giggle. Kissing your bicep, he looks up at you with those deep chocolate eyes. “I’m loving you.” He kisses your shoulder. “In reina, in yakunaj” Namor whispers into your skin.

In yakunaj - my love In reina - my queen

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breanime · 1 year

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"Yo, this is fucking crazy," Angel sighed, walking into the living room with his shirt in his hands, his hair a bit messy, and his chain dangling against his bare chest, "Why do we keep doing this, querida?"

You frowned as you zipped up your jeans, trying not to look at him too closely, knowing how powerless you were when it came to him, "Doing what?"

"This," he clarified, standing in front of you, "You get drunk and call me up in the middle of the night, I go get you, we spend all night making love--"

"--Fucking," you corrected him, face blank, "We don't make love. I'm not your girlfriend anymore."

He sighed, fingering the fabric in his hands, "You could be," he sighed again at the closed-off look on your face, "I'm for real, we could. We can," he reached out for you, but you backed away, and you could see how much that hurt him.

You could see his heart breaking.

"Baby..." He whispered, brown eyes wide. "I don't want to do this anymore."

Now it was your heart that was tearing apart. But you'd die before you showed him how you felt. You'd opened yourself up to him before, and all you got was a broken heart for it.

You wouldn't make that mistake again.

"Fine," you bent down and started tugging your shoes on, "We won't do this anymore." 'This' was the only way you could be close to Angel anymore; it wasn't ideal, but it was something. Late at night, when you were drunk and lonely and missing him, the only remedy was to bury yourself in his arms. But if he wanted to end it, then fine. You would go back to... to whatever life was without Angel.

"I don't want to be a booty call," he shook his head, "Fuck, Y/N, I'm in love with you, okay? I fucked us up before, I know, but I am in love with you," he repeated, "This shit--having you but not having you--it's killing me, alright? I want to be with you. I want to take care of you, I want to see you when you're sober, when I'm sober, in the damn daylight!" He took a step towards you, and this time, you didn't move away. Angel took a breath, and when you looked into his eyes, you didn't see anything but raw, genuine emotion in them. "I don't want to keep fucking you," he said, eyes on yours, "I want to make love to you."

You swallowed, "I can't let you hurt me again."

He put both hands on your shoulders, dropping his shirt on the ground, "I won't," he promised.

You stared into his eyes, and you felt a swirl of emotions bubble up in your chest. He was being honest, he was being open.

The ball was in your court.

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theesirenteller · 6 months

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Grocery Store Paternity

↫↫↫ 𝕸𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝕲𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝖝 𝕺𝖈! 𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊 ↬↬↬

"D'elia? ¿Cómo estás? Ha pasado mucho tiempo."

Who would've thought that going to pick up a bag of frozen plantains would have the average person end up running into the devil? Most wouldn't think so. But for D'elia Wren, she should've known this day would come. Especially being in Santo Padre. Miguel Galindo was the devil to many. and D'elia was no different. Even since she was fifteen, he terrorized her body and mind. His love for the gringa was the only thing that saved her. Funny how now that didn't feel like such a blessing.

D'elia stared at him wide-eyed with a clenched jaw. Her throat dry as she bit at the side of her bottom lip. Her hands shook against the cool rod of the cart's handlebar. She could feel the warm and wet sensation of tears start to form in the corner of her eyes.

"Mom, can I have these, please! It's watermelon and jalapeno flavored!" The familiar squeaky voice felt the comfort of an angel. Which caused D'elia to snap out of her frozen state and turn her attention to the child at her side.

"Uhm, yes of course." D'elia agreed with a forced smile. She nearly snatched the candy bag out of her daughter's hands due to how fast she grabbed it before tossing it into the cart.

Miguel raised an eyebrow as he looked at the child. Watching the two in both curiosity and amusement. When the girl turned to face him and offered the man a polite smile; he felt his world stop and his blood run cold. She had the same smile and eyes as his mother. She had her mother's vibrant, golden-umber brown skin, full lips, and nose. Everything else screamed Galindo to Miguel. An uncanny resemblance that couldn't be ignored.

"Hola! I'm-"

"Excuse us." The poor girl was cut off by her mother before she had the time to be polite. D'elia lifted the child up with little to no distress and rolled her cart with her other hand. "Mommy, I'm not a baby!", the child pouted and squirmed. Her whining could be heard through the aisles as well as her mother's hushing.

"Get Davante to pull up her records over the last eight to ten years. Have Chino and Mateo follow her." Miguel ordered Nestor before continuing on with his shopping.

D'elia and the nameless child haven't left his mind since that day. Days turned into three weeks and three weeks turned into three months before Miguel decided to take action and make a trip to confront D'elia. He hadn't informed Emily of anything and he doubted she would care about his sudden coldness and distance from her. Cristobal was all that he focused on when inside the Galindo home. The thought of his son having an older sister and him having a second child, a daughter. One that wasn't from his wife was…complicated. Both joyous and frightening. He could've turned a blind eye. And a part of him wanted to. Cristobal had been in enough danger and Miguel didn't want to put another child through that. But, then again the girl was his child and D'elia. Well, she was damaged goods and one of four of his deepest regrets. The things he'd done to her in his early twenties whilst she was only a minor…made his stomach turn. But in a distorted way…he cared for her. The way a pet owner cared for its dog. Now, it was too late to turn a blind eye. Miguel was now in San Francisco, standing in front of a brownstone building with Nestor and Davante by his sides.

The tumblers of the locks clicked open and instead of a look of surprise, D'elia stood there with an indifferent look across her face. "Three men for one woman? Gee, I really must be a lot to handle." she greeted with dry humor before stepping aside.

Miguel sent her a subtle smile before ordering Nestor and Devante to wait in the car. "You're hard to tame but not hard to handle." He replied. The two story apartment was more spacious than he imagined. Downstairs, the living room where he guided into was subtly minimalistic. Painted a deep shade of purple with various accents of burnt orange lingering around. Like the couch that he sat on.

"What do you know? What do you want, Miguel?" D'elia immediately questioned as soon as she was seated.

"Do you welcome all your guests this way?" Miguel chastised.

"You ain't no damn guest." She shot back.

A rasped chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head "Fair enough." he then smoothed out his black suit jacket, "I know Alejandra is my daughter. I know she's eight years old and was born in Iowa. Mainly, one of those witness protection programs. I know you ratted out that whorehouse on the outskirts of Santo Padre to get you and her out of their…and away from me." his thumbs brushed over the gold ring on his fingers.

"She might be your daughter by blood but she's not your kid." D'elia replied stubbornly. "And your deep dive turned out to be right. That whore house and bitch Maria were the reasons kids like me were offered up to assholes like you. Just because you brought a little designer and some expensive jewelry around me doesn't mean you weren't as sick as the rest of those bastards who came around." her tone seething with venom and disgust.

"Fifteen was hardly a kid and don't you forget anyone one of those girls would've been happy to take your spot." Miguel argued.

"And I wish it had been one of them." D'elia hissed.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the two of them. The pair now glaring at one another with mixed emotions. Miguel's left eye slightly twitched and his expression sat cold until he smiled.

"Look, I don't want any trouble D'elia. I simply want what every man wants…his family together. You don't have to be in Santo Padre but Alejandra will know I'm her father and she'll know her brother and all of the Galindo family." The smile across his lips never matched the dark expression within his eyes.

He stood up from his seat and stalked his way towards her which caused D'elia to tense up. "And I'd hate for her to be brought into the family without you. A girl needs her mother and well..step-mothers can be a hard adjustment at her age." His large palm patted against D'elia's shoulder as he placed a kiss on her cheek, "You look beautiful by the way." his warm breath hit the shell of her earlobe.

D'elia tightly gripped at the sides of her loveseat as her blood ran cold. She fought back tears of anger and instead nodded her head. "Okay." If he wanted to play…then they could play.

"Great," His smile now dazzling and bright, "I'll be in touch so make sure to answer your phone." with that Miguel made his way to the foyer before letting himself out. The thought of getting rid of Emily and starting his family over was fresh in his mind.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Hello lovely, ummm, it's me again 😁

If it hasn't already been requested and if you feel so inclined, may I please have #15 with Angel? 🌻

Hey beauty! Oh, yes you can! Enjoy!

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

Enjoying the feel of the warm water cascading down over your skin, you wash the last traces of conditioner from your fresh hair, grabbing your sponge and working a lather of foam into it, washing yourself down as you hear the bathroom door open. When you turn to rinse the suds from your back, you're met by two familiar, beautiful dark eyes, your man grinning widely at you as he steps into your space.

“So, I can’t even take a shower alone any longer, huh?” you tease, Angel leaning down to kiss you, those kisses leading south as he crouches before you.

"Nah," he begins, lifting your leg over his shoulder. "You can't be alone in here for what I had in mind." That first touch of his tongue against you has your hips rolling forward as you lean back against the tiles, one hand sliding through the wet, black silk of his hair as he runs a long, slow lick from your opening to your clit, and then repeats. And repeats. And repeats.

By the time he's railing you against those tiles, the water has run cold, but you're past caring. The heat between you is enough to keep the steam rising.

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proceduralpassion · 11 months

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Nestor Oceteva - scooting, deep, view

Well this just got dicey 😶

The view through your scope was perfect. Your target was locked in, unknowingly taking their last breaths. Some might call you heartless for murdering the love of your life, but a job was a job. And you didn't take too kindly to betrayal.

Nestor had crossed the ultimate line. There was no taking back the damage that had been done. Once upon a time, you thought this kind of assignment would wrench your guts.

But now it seemed like the easiest thing in the world.

Scooting closer to the edge, you take a deep breath and then… you take your shot.

Send in drabble requests for the sleepover!

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mystic-shadows42 · 2 years

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How Dating Ezekiel Reyes Would Be Like:

A/N: I just had to make one for Ez. Enjoy!

Constant encouragement to further your education and follow your dreams

Long looks from across the room and smiling once you catch him

Ez is constantly mesmerized by you

Randomly grabbing your hand and having you slow dance with him with/without music just like his parents used to do

Him insisting on cooking you homemade meals

After stressful days with the club, you try to cheer him up by doing fun activities

Loving when he wraps your arms tighter around his body whenever driving on his motorcycle

Has you keep your distance from the club unless it’s an emergency

Has a secret plan of escaping the club to live a better life with you being first on his mind to protect

Using his photographic memory whenever he sees something new that interests you

Gifting you with flowers and sweets

Keeps his mother’s ring in a safe and plans on how to make the proposal memorable while also being nervous

Loves to pepper your entire body with kisses before taking off your clothes layer by layer much to your impatience

Texts you throughout the day and if you both aren’t able to see each other, he calls and tries FaceTiming

Weekly visits to have dinner with his father who always states that you’re too good for his son

Falling asleep in EZ’s arms

Massaging his tense muscles and hugging him from behind when he’s had a hard day

Never needing to speak, simply knowing what he needs with just one look

Always keeping him grounded when his dark side emerges

Best of all, you both bring out the best in each other no matter what happens

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year

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Hi 😁😁 wondering if I can do "Say that again to my face." For Manny?

Drabble Masterlist

High Maintenance

Contains: Fluff

404 words

Comment if you want to be tagged/removed or follow #sp's natural hair drabbles

Manny didn't like hearing people insult you.

The Club party had just started, Manny was still in the corner of the Clubhouse with EZ and Angel, drinking a beer and huffing on a joint. He wasn't planning on staying very long, just long enough to make an appearance and do his duty. Another Mayan coming over broke the conversation.

"Hey man, you going on the run tomorrow?"

Manny shook his head, "Nah, it's not mandatory, and I'd rather be at home with my girl."

The man huffed, "I thought the Club came first, we could use you."

Manny swallowed his words, "that's not what Bish said, if I don't need to go I'm not going. I know you don't have someone waiting for you with the porch light on but I do."

He turned back to EZ and Angel, who were unimpressed at the current conversation, "don't listen to him man, he's just jealous."

The other man still sat down, seemly focused on ruining the night. They all did their best to dismiss him but he butted in every chance he got and Manny was sick of it, "I got to go, it's getting late and I want to get home."

The man huffed, "it's only seven."

Manny sighed, "as I said before, I got someone at home with the light on and I don't want to leave her waiting."

EZ smiled, remembering something, "wash day?"

Manny nodded, "yeah, it's wash day."

He said his goodbyes and went to walk outside, overhearing that man's comment to Angel, whose face became angry, "gee that woman is high maintenance, he's got to get home to wash her hair, who does she think she is?"

EZ horrified look qued the man into turning around and he saw Manny storming towards him, "say that again to my face."

The man stood up, "your bitch is high maintenance, what man leaves his friends to wash his girl's….." The punch knocked him on his back.

"Shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you." Manny walked off with another word going home to you in hopes that your company would salvage the night.

When he got inside, you took in the broken skin over his knuckles, "let me clean you up my dear."

He smiled, "you're not going to ask me how it happened?"

You shook your head and pressed a kiss to his cheek, "EZ texted me and told me what went down, thank you."

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dallianceangel · 3 months

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𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 🍫🌃

here's another soft happy fic, i hope you enjoy x

🍫 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🍫

You sneak into the kitchen at 1AM, wearing nothing but Happy's SAMCRO shirt, craving something sweet to eat. The club is under lockdown, and snacks are limited.

“What time is it?” Happy mumbles, rubbing at his sleepy eyes as he leans against the door frame.

“Go back to bed, babe,” you whisper in response. “I'm just looking for some snacks.”

He grumbles before walking back to his dorm. Snacks are nowhere to be found, so you follow behind him. It's not until you're fully comfortable that he remembers.

“There's a box of candy underneath the bed.”

You leap into action.

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imagineredwood · 2 months

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7. Macarons 🍪

Summary: Manny likes you, has for a while, but he's gotten mixed signals from you and isn't sure if the feeling is mutual. That's ok though. Nothing a few laced cookies can't solve.

Pairing: Manny x female reader (did he have a last name? Can’t remember)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI Sexual content, they do not have sex, just grinding and touching, Dark!Manny DRUGGING - the reader is drugged without her consent with a 'truth serum' type drug in her gifted macarons to get her to tell him how she feels. The reader does like him and does want to be with him/be sexual with him, she's just been shy and didn't dare to be upfront; the drug helps it come out. So their interactions are technically consensual, but she has been drugged against her will/knowledge and is under the influence. Just want to make that clear for everyone. If it's not your cup of tea or triggers you or anything like that, please don't read it. I would never want anyone to be upset by/hurt/triggered by my work, but at the same time, we're also responsible for the content that we choose to consume. So if it doesn't sound like something you would like or enjoy reading, please don't read it. I won't take it personally if you sit this one out. Also please let me know what other tw I should tag it as if there are any you feel it should be under

Word count: 1.6K

"Macarons??"

You beamed as you looked into the box, the selection of pastel treats looking delightful. They were expensive for their size, one of the main reasons you never really splurged on them. You'd had one or two here and there, but a box of 24? You had never spent that kind of money on a cookie. That didn't mean that you couldn't admire them though. You'd saved some aesthetic tiktoks of them, opting to one day spoil yourself with a beautiful box of them. You hadn't ever told Manny about your desire to have them, knowing that if you merely mentioned it, he would've splurged on the most beautiful and expensive ones he could find. He was just like that when it came to you. So you'd kept it to yourself, deciding that you would get yourself a small box for Valentine's Day, seeing as you didn't have a Valentine.

But Manny had beat you to the punch.

He grinned as he watched your eyes light up, happy that his gift had paid off. At first, a few months ago when he was trying to plan out what he would do for the special day, he wasn't sure if the treat was one you would be into. He wanted to make sure that whatever treat he got you for Valentine's Day, was one you would enjoy and preferably one you would remember.

When he saw the saved tiktoks, he was thankful that he'd had the idea to hack your phone a few weeks before.

His intentions had been innocent enough, really. He just wanted to be able to know what you liked. He always got you gifts, eager to please. He had already decided he was going to put together a Valentine's Day basket for you, but he needed to make sure everything was perfect and to your liking. He needed you to see how much he cared about you and wanted you to be happy. Wanted you to be his. All of his previous gifts had warmed you and gotten you closer to him, but you still weren't his. His hope was that this gift would change that.

So scrolling through your likes and saves, he'd found a handful of videos of the delicate treat and knew then that was his way into your heart. And right he had been.

You smiled eyes raking over all of the colors, the sweet aroma wafting up to your nose in a swirl of vanilla and raspberry and cinnamon and-

"I'm glad you like it."

The Mayan looked proud as he eyed you, happy with his decision. Your mouth was practically watering at the smell and he knew you couldn't wait to try them.

"Go 'head, mama. Let me know how they taste."

Your fingers hovered around the box, all of them looking so good you were having trouble picking which one you wanted. You settled on a baby pink one and picked it up, admiring it.

"This one looks just like one I saw a video of."

Manny nodded, knowing the exact tiktok you were speaking of. He didn't say that though. He knew that was the one you were going to have picked first. He knew you'd be excited and enthusiastic to dig into them.

That was why he had paid to have a little something slipped into the filling.

He wasn't going to hurt you, of course not, he would never do that. He just wanted you soft and compliant. Honest. Needed to know if you felt the same way. Needed to know how you felt about him wanting you to be his and only his. So he'd gotten the idea from one of his brothers, 'truth serum cookies' he'd called it. The company made desserts for different purposes. Some had aphrodisiacs for couples to ramp up their sex life, others like the ones he had ordered had a drug known to make people relaxed and forthcoming, perfect for those who struggled with shyness when it came to dirty talk.

In Manny's case, he just wanted you to be relaxed and open enough to tell the truth about if you wanted him as much as he wanted you. He needed to know if you would be his, and if you didn't want to be, then why. He'd brought it up to one of the Yuma brothers and he'd sold him on the idea. 'She won't even know. You can't taste it, no one would buy them if they tasted weird. They crush it up and mix it with some sugar, then add it to the cookie's filling. She won't have a clue. And you'll get to figure out whether she wants to have your crazy ass or not.' he had said.

He watched as you brought the macaron to your mouth and took a bite, catching a crumb in your hand as you licked the rest from your lips. Manny licked his own instinctively, eyes raking over your face as he watched you eat, almost in a trance. You smiled, covering your mouth as you chewed, not wanting to make more of a mess.

"It's delicious."

He smiled, then shook his head as you held it up to him for him to take a bite.

"Not a fan of raspberry. Enjoy it."

He lied cooly, and you bought it, taking another bite. You pushed the box towards him and motioned for him to take one as you both stood there at your kitchen counter. He obliged, not wanting you to suspect anything, and grabbed the cream-colored one with light brown filling, taking a bite.

"Cinnamon."

"Mmm."

He held it out for you to take a bite of your own and you did, enjoying that one just as much as the other. You both stood there together, eating and chatting, a whole row missing before you knew it. You'd eaten most of them, and he wasn't worried about being affected. He didn't have anything to hide. You let out a yawn, and grabbed the lid, covering up the box with a laugh.

"The crash after a sugar rush always sucks."

Manny nodded, his eyes on you as he watched your eyes grow a little heavier, your lids moving a little slower as you blinked.

"Maybe we could go chill on the couch."

You nodded and offered him a relaxed smile, that idea sounding wonderful.

"Yeah, that sounds good."

He followed you as you walked, hands itching to grab your hips as they swayed in front of him. You were a goddess in his eyes. A treasure that was meant to be his, but was always just out of his reach. But he was also a gentleman, despite his unorthodox methods of gaining the truth. So he kept his hands to himself, sitting down beside you on the couch. He angled his body towards you slightly like he always did, except this time it was because he was keeping an eye on you.

Your eyes were soft, your face smooth and relaxed. He looked you over, not worried about you thinking he was weird or creepy for how long he stared at your face. He took in the angle of your nose, how your lashes fluttered on the tops of your cheeks. The softness of your lips. Your voice was gentle when it spoke, and his eyes were watching your lips as they parted, but it still caught him off guard.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Manny?"

There it was. The serum already going into effect. His eyes drifted away from your lips and locked with yours.

"I do, mama. I think you're gorgeous."

You smiled softly.

"I hoped you did."

He inquired even though he knew exactly what you meant.

"Hoped I did what?"

You shrugged, head tilted to the side as you gazed at him.

"Hoped you found me pretty."

He swallowed, his fingers wiggling as they screamed to touch you.

"Well, I do. I think you're the prettiest little thing I've ever fuckin' seen."

He watched as your throat moved, your swallow audible and pulling a smile from him.

"What about you? You think I'm handsome?"

You didn't hesitate to nod.

"I think you're very handsome. I think you're sexy."

He adjusted himself in his seat, pants starting to feel a little snug.

"That so?"

"Mhmm."

You stared at him, fingers twiddling with the hem of your shirt.

"I wanna sit in your lap. If that's ok."

He melted, his nod sharp as he lifted the arm that was toward you, inviting you in.

"C'mon then."

He felt his pulse quicken as you crawled over, a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you tossed your leg over his and then settled down in his lap, his eyes peering up at you. Your hands rested on his chest, fingers reaching up slightly, the tips tracing over the tattoo on his throat.

"Wanted to sit like this for a while."

The Mayan allowed his hands to finally drift over onto your hips, fingers digging in ever so slightly into the plush skin.

"Wanted you to sit like this for a while too."

Your giggle was breathless and it took everything in him not to start dragging your hips back and forth on him.

"Anything else you been wanting?"

You looked at him, fingers still stroking the ink.

"Been wanting you to touch me."

Manny groaned, his hands gripping you tighter.

"Oh yeah? Where?"

You shrugged and he shook his head, sucking his teeth.

"Nah, none of that. Where you want my hands at, pretty girl?"

He slid his hands down further, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, gripping and pulling at your cheeks.

"Here?"

You nodded, your hips rocking slightly. You pulled one hand away from his throat and instead gripped your own breast, your nipple hard under your palm already.

"Maybe here too."

He cursed quietly under his breath and pulled only one hand away to replace yours, squeezing at the soft swell of your breast, feeling like he was in heaven.

"Yes ma'am."

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breanime · 1 year

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another one for the best boy 🥰

You sighed happily, rolling over in bed, hand reaching out for Coco--

--and coming up empty.

You grumbled, annoyed, and sat up to see Coco in the doorway, shrugging on his kutte over his work shirt.

"Noo," you whined, "It's early. Come back to bed."

He chuckled, and the sound made you warm all over. "Can't. Gotta get to work, get back in the club's good graces."

You groaned, watching as he went around the room finishing getting ready. "It's literally the ass crack of dawn, why are you rushing? I bet no one else is even there yet."

"I'm already behind, querida," he said, grabbing his gun and slipping it in his jeans, "Was supposed to already be on my bike by now," he stopped, smiling over at you, "Got distracted watching you sleep," he admitted.

You smiled, your man was so sweet. "Fucking soft ass," you mumbled, teasing him.

"Can't help that you're so damn cute!" He said back, walking over to the bed. "Even with bedhead and still half-asleep, you're fucking adorable." He jumped onto the bed, laughing when you squealed at the movement, "Gimme a kiss," he demanded softly.

"Mm," you flipped onto your back, grinning up at him, "Say something nice."

"I just said you were cute," he laughed back.

You only grinned in response.

Coco made a show of sighing and rolling his eyes, but he couldn't hide his smile as he gazed down at you, "Okay, something nice..." He paused, and you wondered what goofy thing he would say next. Coco took a breath, that crooked smile of his making your heart do flips in your chest. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me," he confessed softly, "Every fucking day, I wake up and watch you sleep cause I can't believe that you're mine, that you want me, even after everything that I've done..." He shook his head, mesmerized by your very existence, "I just want to be worthy of you, and I know I'm not, not yet, but I will be. I'm working on it. I'ma make things right with the club, with my kid, and with you," he took your hand and kissed it, his lips warm against your skin, "I'm gonna take care of you, amor," he grinned down at you, "Now give me my damn kiss."

You gave him his damn kiss, happily.

As Coco grabbed his keys and turned to walk out, you called his name, making him stop and turn back to you.

"You already take care of me, Coco," you smiled brightly at him, "I love you. Have a good day."

He smiled, bright and wide, and nodded, "Love you. See you tonight."

You closed your eyes and let the purr of his bike pulling off lull you back to sleep, where you dreamt of Coco, and all of the ways you were going to show him you loved him when he got home later that night.

You were going to make sure that he was too worn out, tomorrow morning, to leave so easily. But even if he did have the energy, you knew--

--you'd have fun trying to tire him out, either way.

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Thank you for reading! Lemme know what you think! Kisses!

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