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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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Aftermath (Part 2)

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

You can find Part 1 Here

Dedicated to @withmyteeth because I don't know if I ever would've gotten around to finishing and posting a part 2 for this without your encouragement and help creating this chaos. 💖

Warnings: 18+, language, smut

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I already know there's gonna be a part 3. I gotta drag out the mess a little while longer I can't help it.

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Your promise of, “It’s not going to happen again,” lasted about a week. Never again had quickly turned into over and over again. Each time you wound up on EZ’s doorstep, you were expecting it to be the time that he sent you away, but he never did. You thought it’d get old after a while, for him at least, but it didn’t seem like it was.

It was always at his trailer. EZ had yet to set foot inside your apartment since the two of you had picked up your nasty little habit. Any time you knocked on his door, he always let you in without a question or a complaint. A few snarky remarks, sure, but never anything that made it sound like he was going to cut you off. Thank god for that.

At some point you were going to have to find a different distraction. Preferably one that didn’t involve hooking up with your ex’s brother. But this worked too well to be able to hang it up just yet. You didn’t have a single coherent thought about anything when EZ was inside you, let alone any thoughts about his shitty brother and your even shittier breakup.

Even when the light wasn’t on inside you still knocked, and he still answered. You’d always wake up to an empty bed and slink off first thing in the morning without another word about it. By the grace of some sort of higher power you hadn’t run into Angel on your walks of shame. Your luck was surely going to run out at some point, but it hadn’t yet.

You were nose-deep in a book on one of your rare days off when your phone buzzed on the end table next to you. You reached back behind your head without taking your eyes off the page, only diverting your attention to the notification when you reached the bottom of the page you were on. Your brows furrowed in confusion when you saw EZ’s name.

“Busy?”

It only made you more confused. “Why?”

“If you’re free, come over”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. It was the middle of the afternoon. There was only one reason that EZ would go out of his way to ask you to come over, which also wasn’t something that had ever happened. You were always the one who initiated it. But going over to see him in the middle of the day seemed like the two of you would be asking for trouble. Not that you hadn’t been doing that plenty already.

You thought about it for a moment before repeating yourself. “Why?”

“You know why”

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you did so. Letting your head drop back, you stared up at the ceiling as you weighed the pros and cons of your options. Saying it felt like a bad idea would be redundant. Hooking up with EZ at any hour was a bad idea. However, going over in broad daylight seemed to making it worse for no real extra reward. But he was actually extending an invite for once.

Snapping your book shut, you set it aside and got up off the couch. You’d come up with an excuse for showing up at the yard on the drive over. If you saw anyone, but especially if you saw Angel, you were going to cut the cord on the entire endeavor. But maybe you’d get lucky again and no one would be there.

It would’ve taken five seconds to text EZ back that you were getting ready to head over, but you didn’t. Instead, you changed out of your comfy lounge clothes, just swapping them out for a tank top and a pair of cutoffs before grabbing your keys and heading to your car.

The scrapyard was a ghost town when you got there. There might’ve been a couple guys in the clubhouse, but you weren’t going to go and find out for sure. You quickly walked over to EZ’s trailer, stepping onto the first of the tiny steps and knocking on the door. The rattling of the flimsy metal always seemed so loud.

When he pulled the door open, the expression on his face went from serious to smug in no time at all. You saw the tremble of his body as he laughed, opening the door for you. You stepped inside. “Surprised to see me?”

“No,” he replied without hesitation.

Smug motherfucker. You had no retort for it, though. You were the one who showed up. “Where is everyone?” you asked as you nodded towards the tiny window above the sink that looked out over the currently-vacant lot.

“Most of the guys are on a run,” he replied with a shrug.

You nodded. “That explains it.”

You were halfway to coming up with something else smarmy to say when he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Your body had no fight in it anymore when it came to him. The second his skin touched yours, you melted into it. Even though you’d only hooked up a couple times, it felt like he had your entire body memorized.

Your hands came up to cup his face as he continued to kiss you. Your needy whimpers turned into moans when you felt his hands slip past the back of the waistband of your shorts. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, pinning your hips against his in the process. You felt your knees wanting to buckle when you felt how hard he already was.

He didn’t give you much time to think about it as he turned you and walked you the few steps back so that your legs were hitting the side of his mattress. You let him push you down and crawl on top of you so that he was straddling you, his lips quickly landing on the side of your neck, teeth greedily sinking into the soft skin there.

Before you knew it he had you spread out across the mattress, stripped down to your bra and nothing else. He had one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your thigh, fingers gripping your hips in a vice as he pounded into you. You balled your fists into the thin sheets of his bed as you tried to keep your moans as quiet as possible knowing that anyone could walk by the outside of his trailer at any moment.

EZ didn’t seem to share your concern for discretion as he pried one hand off your hip and brought it between your legs, his thumb brushing against your clit instantly causing you to writhe against him. Every move and sound you made only caused the smug look on his face to intensify.

You hadn’t been paying much mind to the noise of the scrapyard until you heard the sound of voices. It was a mild distraction, a tiny crack in the false reality you found yourself in every time you were inside EZ’s trailer, every time EZ was inside you. It would’ve been something you were able to push from your mind in a matter of seconds if you hadn’t heard Angel’s voice amongst them. You froze, your body instantly locking up as your eyes widened.

“EZ!” Your whisper was loud, harsh as you tried to move away from him.

“What?” He was good at pretending to be clueless as to why you were so annoyed, but you knew that he wasn’t that stupid.

“You said the guys were on a run!” You were still fighting against the tight grip he had on your hip, one hand now tightly gripping your thigh to make it even harder for you to move.

“I said most of the guys were,” he retorted with a smirk.

“And you didn’t think to mention that Angel wasn’t one of those guys?”

“Why does it matter?” He slowly started to move his hips again. “It’s not like he’s gonna—”

As if your life wasn’t already an infuriating comedy of errors, there was a loud banging against the door of EZ’s trailer. “Yo! Boy Scout!” Angel hollered from the other side. “Guys are almost back. Templo in thirty!”

EZ’s eyes were locked on yours, like he didn’t have a single care in the world as he answered. “Alright!” He turned his head, kissing the side of your calf before carrying on the conversation from opposite sides of the door. “All good?”

Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull, hating the feeling that he was trying to get the two of you caught. You pulled your leg back so that your foot planted against his chest, trying to use whatever leverage you could get to kick him away from you. He wasn’t budging, though, easily thwarting your efforts with a quiet laugh as Angel answered cluelessly from outside.

“I don’t know. Guess we’ll fuckin’ find out.”

You were holding your breath, feeling like you were about to crawl out of your skin. You waited for the door to swing open, for the chaos to ensue, but it didn’t. Neither of you could actually hear Angel walking away, but the fact that he didn’t say anything else led you both to believe that he had headed for the clubhouse.

EZ finally let your leg drop, moving so that he was hovering over you and caging you in with his arms as he did. “Guess we got thirty minutes.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to push him off of you, a mostly half-hearted effort. “No, you’ve got about thirty seconds to get off of me before I—”

“What?” he asked as he reached and lazily adjusted your legs so that they were hooked around his waist.

“What if he walked in?!”

“He didn’t.”

You sputtered out the first half of a few different words, not able to actually string anything together. “Get off me. Get,” you pushed against his chest with both palms, “get out of me.”

You hated that you were fighting the urge to laugh at the fact that it was a sentence that you were even saying. EZ didn’t try to hide his amusement, though, the grin on his face growing as he did the exact opposite of what you’d asked, pushing himself into you until his hips met yours. He felt the way your nails set into his chest, the staggered breath you took, and he knew that you weren’t going to be leaving before the thirty minutes was up.

You were shimmying back into your shorts when you heard the sound of motorcycle engines. If nothing else, EZ was methodical and could time it just about down to the damn minute. He was pulling his t-shirt back down over his head, covering up the scratches you left behind on his chest. Your eyes were glued to him as you pulled on your shoes, watching the way he shrugged on his kutte.

Despite everything that had happened, how cocky and reckless he was being, you were already thinking about coming back again.

When he turned and looked at you, the look in his eyes let you know that he knew exactly what you were thinking. He at least let you save a little face, didn’t comment on it directly. The roar of the engines stopped, and EZ made his way for the trailer door.

“Give it five and you should be good,” he said casually, like he hadn’t just put your body and brain through the goddamn wringer.

“Got it,” you said with a nod.

You shook your head at him when he shot you another grin before going down the steps and exiting the trailer. He shut the door tightly behind him, and within moments you heard him getting wrapped up in conversation with the men who had just gotten back from the run. You weren’t really listening to what they were saying, more just how they sounded, how EZ sounded. With the way he was talking he might as well have just been lounging all afternoon waiting for them to get back. But, the bruises you could feel coming in on your hips were stark evidence against that.

Once it had been silent for a couple minutes, you crept out of the trailer. You left the yard, making your way back to your car on shaky legs. When you got back to your car, you collapsed into the driver’s seat. Pulling your phone out, you went to send a message to EZ. You didn’t even know what you really wanted to say—part of you felt like you should just quit while you were ahead, before Angel actually did walk in on the two of you. But it felt too good to want to stop.

You almost texted Angel, too. Not about EZ, of course. You had the overwhelming urge, though, to send him something scathing and completely unnecessary if not a little deserved after how he’d treated you. Maybe some of EZ’s cockiness was rubbing off on you. Shaking your head at yourself, you wound up doing neither before tossing your phone into the cupholder of your car and heading home, deciding to keep up the game of Reyes Russian Roulette for a little while longer.

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libraryofloveletters · 2 years

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Jealously Makes Lovers

Ez Reyes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: reader is bishop’s daughter, some swearing, alcohol and the consumption of, smoking, reader and Angel are long time besties, a small mention of death and murder, use of a misogynistic term, spoilers for bishop’s storyline in S3, being tipsy, a little makeout scene, a little bit of cheesy flirting, little bit of tension between ez and bishop, a single punch, blood and injury, a few kisses.

Word Count: 5k

Author’s Note: did this stem from a middle of the night fantasy ? yes it did and what :) // this one’s for you babe @halsteadssneakylink just cause you said I make him attractive to you <3

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Santo Padre was home.

As much as you hated to admit it, the place grew on you and you always wound up back there. You travelled for work and you tended to drift away from your roots but home was home.

25 years old and you’re moving back in with your father. To him, you were still the 12 year old kid that moved in with him all those years ago. Surely you’ve grown but things never seemed to change in Santo Padre.

The hot sun beat down against your skin and the warmth made you a little sticky. Your feet dragged along the sandy path to the clubhouse and you walked through the gate to be greeted by Coco who slings an arm over your shoulder.

“Y/n! When’d you get back, babe? Bish didn’t say nothing.” He mumbles, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. “Yeah, probably to keep me from your crazy ass.” you tease, making him laugh as you two walk up the steps to the door.

Coco opens the door for you, letting you step in away from the heat. You look around, nothing’s changed in the 3 years you’ve been gone.

“Mija!” your dad walks over, arms open for a hug which you’re pulled into. “What are you doing here? I thought you were spending the day at home.” he asks, walking you over to the bar.

You take a seat on the stool, shrugging. “Felt like going for a walk.”

“You walked from the house? That's a 40 minute walk.” he slides a coke over the counter to you.

You shrug once more, “I felt like walking. Also,” you slide the coke back over to him, “I'm not 12 anymore.” You reach over the counter, grabbing a beer from the lower countertop. You pop the bottle open on the edge of the bar top before taking a sip.

Bishop stares at you, his head tilts slightly before questioning you; “where’d you learn how to do that?”

You laugh, nodding towards Hank who was sitting on the couch. “Taught me since I was like 16, dad.” Your father rolls his eyes, taking the beer from you and taking a swing before handing it back to you.

Bishop comes around the bar, his arm wrapping around you, giving you a good squeeze. “Angel’s in the shop. He’ll probably want to see you; I know you two were..” he trails off, not wanting to admit what he thought was happening between you and the oldest Reyes brother.

“We what ? Were screwing ?” you say deadpan, looking at your father. He visibly cringes, pushing you off the stool lightly.

“Get out of here, I have shit to do. Fucking weirdo.” he groans, making you laugh.

“Love you!” you giggled, stepping out the door. You stopped by the rows of bikes, Coco was sitting with Gilly who was working on his bike.

“When’d you get home, missy?” Gilly asks, looking up at you from his spot beside his bike.

“Why was my homecoming such a secret ? Y’all have let club secrets spill faster than this.” You roll your eyes, walking off towards the shop.

Angel had his back turned to you and was leaning into the car, trying to fix something. He had on one of those green button ups that they wore when they were working on the cars. You decide to sneak up on him, you weren't even sure if it would work but you’d try.

You quietly walk over to the man, lifting his shirt gently and snaking a hand under it. He froze when he felt the hand, instantly turning to see who it was. A smile appears on his face when he sees you.

“Hey mama,” he picks you up, hugging you tightly. You clung to the man, smiling and hugging him back. He puts you down after a moment, your arms still wrapped around him. “When’d you get home?”

“God, you’re like the millionth person to ask me that shit. I got home a few days ago. I've been trying to readjust to living with my dad, which we both know is the biggest pain in the ass.”

Angel laughed, slinging his arm over your shoulder. You lean into his side, you missed him; even though the relationship aspect didn’t work out for you two, you still remained really good friends. The shop looked the same, nothing changed in Santo Padre; that’s what you loved about it.

Home was always home.

The two of you walked into the office area and Chucky was sitting at the desk. “Hi y/n nice to see you, how are you?” Chucky asks, moving a chair beside the desk for you to take a seat.

You set the beer on the counter, taking a seat. “I’m good Chuck, how you been? Hopefully the boys haven’t been roughing you up.”

“Nothing I could not handle.” he nods, turning his attention back to whatever he was doing on the computer in front of him.

Angel had disappeared in the few moments you were talking to Chucky. You decide to stay there seeing that the AC was running and you were comfortable in your chair.

There's a couple that walk in, a man with his arm around an obnoxiously loud blonde. He’s telling her to calm down when you recognize the voice, looking over which you regret the moment you do. His eyes meet yours and his brows pull together, smiling at you.

Nowhere to run now.

“Y/n! I didn’t know you were back,” the man smiles, your evil ex boyfriend, Mark. Well, not evil but you hated his guts with a passion.

He cheated on you while you were in college, simply because you were ‘too busy’ for him when it really was this simple; if you were alive and had a vagina, he’d fuck you.

“Yup.” you mumble dryly, taking a sip of your beer.

“How’s your dad been?” he asks, continuing the conversation you desperately wanted to get away from.

“Probably plotting your demise.” you hum and he laughs.

You were serious though; Bishop had said on multiple occasions that if he ever finds the man that cheated on his little girl, he'd kill him, with his bare hands.

The woman tucked under his arm turns to Chucky, “is my car ready?” she asks him and he tells her he’s not sure.

“God, do you fucking know anything?” she grumbles under her breath and you get off your chair.

“Don’t fucking talk to him like that.” you say, a little harsher than necessary.

The blonde steps away from your ex, towards you. She’s in your face at this point, “or what, bitch?”

“I’ll kill you, skank.”

You’re about to hit her but you feel a pair of arms wrap around your torso, lifting you off the ground. You figured it was Angel and the person carried you out of the office but not before you could shout some unpleasant words her way. The man was still carrying you, now going through the garage and you felt your heart nearly stop when you see Angel leant over into a car.

If he was there, who the fuck was carrying you?

You smacked the person’s hand lightly, they seemed to get the hint and put you down. You turn, meeting the man who was carrying you.

He was staring back at you, his tan skin glistening under the heat of the sun. He smiled at you and you took a moment to admire him. Beautiful brown eyes, a buzzcut that he somehow pulled off even though you found it repulsive on anyone else, a set of strong shoulders and arms to match and you almost swoon when he flashed you a smile - though you blame the swooning on the heat and dehydration.

The patch on his kutte says prospect; this was trouble waiting to happen.

“Who are you?” he beats you to the question.

“Could ask you the same thing, you just picked up and carried me out, you could be a kidnapper.”

“You’re a grown woman, who would kidnap you?” The man holds back a laugh.

You shrug, “it happens!”

“Will you fuckers shut up?” Angel grumbles, wiping his hands on a rag. “Mama, this is Ez, my annoying ass, less handsome brother. Ez, this is y/n, Bishop’s kid.” Angel slung an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

Ez smiles, nodding at you. “Yeah, well, Y/n almost fought someone in the office.”

Angel looks down at you, a questioning look on his face. “It was Mark and his girl of the week.” You tell him and he nods, “that’s her car, want me to fuck it up?” he offers and you eagerly nod. “Would you?” you look up at your friend, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“You two are fucked in the head.” Ez scoffs at the two of you, making you both laugh. Angel untangles himself from you, letting you go. “Go with Ez, and stay out of trouble.”

“Trouble’s my middle name, baby!” you shout at Angel, jogging to catch up with Ez.

“Angel dumped me on you which was stupid cause I’m not a kid.”

“I’m sure Bish doesn’t think that.” Ez jokes, sitting on the steps of the clubhouse. “Yeah - he gave me a coke instead of a beer today.” you tell Ez, sitting beside him.

He laughs, staring off into the distance before speaking. “I knew Bish had a kid but I didn’t know y’all were close.”

“Yeah, I moved back a few days ago.”

“Where were you before that?” he looks over at you, “if you don't mind my asking.”

“New York, Georgia and then Mexico. After that, I figured it was time to come home.”

“You travel for work?” “Yeah, I'm a nurse.” you hum, picking at your nail polish.

“Can I ask you another question ?” Ez asks you. You nod, “what’s it like having Bishop as a dad? I can’t even wrap my head around that concept.” he laughs and the sound of his laughter makes you smile.

“He was always good to me. I moved in with him when I was.. 12 maybe? It was just after Aidan passed because my mother thought it would be good for him to be with me or some shit like that but she really just wanted to party and not take responsibility for me.” you tell him, EZ nods.

“I’m sorry.” “Don’t be, she was a crappy mom anyways. Dad treats me ten times better than she ever could.”

You take a breath, exhaling before continuing. “Granted he wasn't around much but at least, I had a place to sleep, clothes and food to eat so I didn’t have anything to complain about. It took a long time for us to connect - I had moved away with my mom when I was 5 so we didn’t really know each other, you know?”

“But, you two are okay now?”

“Yeah, he's my best friend; other than your brother.” You say.

“You know, I remember when he was a prospect.” you chuckle to yourself at the memory. “I didn’t know what it meant to be a prospect back then; dad kept me away from the outlaw shit but I knew it had to be bad considering all the bruises and blood they’d would come back with”

“So you basically grew up in this shithole?” He looks back at the house. You smile, nodding. “Don’t knock it, the bond y’all have is for life. I grew up with them; dad, Angel, Coca and Gilly, Hank, Riz - all of ‘em. They’re my family whether I like it or not.” you tell him.

Ez nods in agreement. “I know - so they’re what made you want to get into nursing huh?”

“All the blood and bruises were practice before theory.” you smiled. “I spent most of my weekends stitching up wounds and changing bandages; but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Had it not been for dad and the guys, I wouldn’t be where I am today. They really pushed me to be the best I could be, especially dad and Angel.”

“Angel?” Ez questions, looking at you with confusion. “I can’t imagine Angel pushing anyone to do anything.” he jokes.

“Angel would spend hours on that same worn out couch in there, keeping me company while I studied. He’d even quizzed me.” you give Ez a ‘I'm serious’ look.

“Okay but what I don't get is that if they all wanted you to do so well, why not talk about it? You’re clearly incredibly talented.”

The praise brings a red hue to your cheeks, one you’re hoping you can pass off as the heat. “That’s exactly it. If they brag, well, you know how these things go - family is your biggest strength but the greatest downfall in the hands of the wrong people.”

“Who knew Bish could have such a smart kid?” he looks at you in amazement and you shake your head, laughing. “Let him hear you say that shit.”

“Let me hear what ?” your father asks, stepping out of the clubhouse. You and Ez look back at the man and you glance at Ez, he shrugs. “Nothing Bish.”

Bishop hums, looking between the two of you. “I’m headed out but I can give you a ride home, unless you're wearing that tonight ?” your father looks towards you, eyeing your outfit; you had on an old t-shirt that belongs to him and a pair of shorts.

“Obviously not.” you roll your eyes, getting up and brushing the sand off the back of your shorts. “C’mon, I’m leaving.” He tells you, stepping between you and Ez, walking towards his motorcycle.

“Can I drive?!” you shout to your father, running down the stairs and over to him. Your father shook his head, getting on and nodding for you to sit behind him.

You pouted at the man, hoping he’d give in and let you drive but he didn’t budge.

“You suck.” you grumble, getting on behind him. The man laughs, patting your hand when you wrap your arms around him.

Ez watched the exchange happen, smiling to himself, wondering if someday he’d have the same thing happen to him with his daughter.

He could only hope that he’d have that.

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It was a bit past one in the morning when you decided to call it a night. The clubhouse is full of life and party, people in every corner having loud conversations and honestly, your head was starting to spin.

It was your first party home in a long time and you may have let loose a little more than intended.

Setting the beer bottle on the floor, you stand and stay in one spot for a minute, gaining your balance back. You manage to navigate your way through the crowd and out into the yard which was full of people too.

You stop by the stairs, slowly making your way down as you look around for your dad. You were in no condition to drive and hopefully he’d be able to take you home or Angel could take you.

Either way, you need to go home before the yard starts to spin too.

Bishop was sitting on the chair by the bikes, Ez and Angel with him as well as Hank. You manage to walk over without falling flat on your face and you squeeze in between your dad and Hank.

Your father looks in your direction; you were slouching between the two men, your head on his shoulder and your eyes droopy. Not to mention the red hue on your cheeks. “You okay mija?”

“I think I need to go home and get some sleep. Can you take me, papi?”

You used to call him papi when you were a kid and now that you’ve grown up, it was dad; but you’ll always be his little girl so whenever he hears that word, his heart melts.

“I would but I got a meeting with the kings, baby.” he kisses your forehead as you lean into his side.

He holds you close for a moment, moments like these were few and far in between.

Bishop looked around for a second; he needed Hank there and Angel, plus Angel was too drunk to drive anyways.

That left Ez.

“Ez, take her home.” He’s already standing and walking over to help you up. Bishop presses a kiss to your forehead before letting Ez help you up.

“Take care of her or I’ll kill you.” He threatens the prospect, making you laugh. You shake your head, linking arms with him, “he’s joking.”

“I’m not joking.” He calls out to you two and you wave him off, getting onto the motorcycle. Ez makes sure you've got a helmet on before getting on and pulling out.

The drive home felt like it breezed by, mostly because your cheek was pressed to Ez’s back and your eyes were closed for all of it. When it comes to a stop, he gets off first and turns to you.

You were already swinging your legs off, sitting on the edge of the seat with Ez standing in front of you, unbuckling the helmet. He pulls it off and sets it to the side only to see that your hair has frizzed up in the few minutes. He gently brushed a hand over your hair, smoothing the parts that were sticking up. Your hands were on his kutte, holding onto it as you studied his face in the yellow streetlight.

“How you feeling ?” he asks, tilting his head slightly to look at you.

“Better.” you smile, the smile instantly fading when you see the porch light of the house across the street turn on.

Ez follows your gaze, noticing the obvious displeasure on your face. He looked over at the house, there was nothing out of the ordinary about it. Just a regular house with your ex boyfriend, Mark coming out of the front door.

“Ah.” He hums, turning back to look at you. “Does he do that often?”

“No clue, he’s a fucking weirdo.” you grumble, looking back at Ez.

There's a glint of mischief in the man’s eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans into you. His hands snake around your waist, stepping a little closer to you.

“Wanna make him jealous ?” Ez asks, his lips brushing against your ear and your heart skips a beat.

You weren't thinking when you nodded, your hands resting against his chest when he closed the gap between the two of you. Ez’s lips were soft against yours, his warm hands resting just under the hem of your skirt now.

You can’t help but pull him closer so that he's standing between your legs. He grabs your leg, hitching it to hook on his hip as his hand rubs along your thigh. It was as if you lost yourself in the kiss but you felt his lips move from yours and down to your jaw.

The reason for the kiss had completely slipped your mind.

Your body moves against his, wanting more than he's able to give you at that moment. EZ pushes your hair away from your neck, his hand coming to rest on the side of it. You lean into his touch, giving him space to kiss along the newly exposed skin.

His hand on your back pulls you forward and your own hand hits somewhere on the bike, holding yourself up and against him.

The sudden flash of light causing both of you to pull away, Ez lets out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. The thought of Bishop catching the two of you making out when he was just supposed to drop you off definitely instilled fear somewhere in Ez’s mind.

“You hit the lights.” he chuckles, his arm around you, holding you close as he reaches around you to turn it off. You hum, smiling as you look over his shoulder.

Mark was still sitting on his porch, his focus directly on you and Ez.

Ez turns his attention back to you and you grab the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. It only lasts for a few seconds but the passion coming from it was enough to tell Mark to fuck off.

The door slams on the other side of the street and you two pull away from each other, giggling like teenagers.

“Think that did it?” Ez asks, his forehead resting on yours.

You nod, smiling at him. Your hand cups his cheek, thumb caressing it softly. “Wanna come in?” you ask quietly, as if you were gonna summon your father if you said it louder.

“I don’t know if I should-” “’Cause of this?” your finger drags along the patch sewn into his kutte.

EZ watches as you run your finger along the patch, moving up to his shoulder, along his neck and finally resting under his chin. You pull him to look you in the eyes.

“Come in.”

Your hand is in his, walking towards the front door. He wasn’t resisting even though his brain was screaming at him in big red letters to leave. Ez follows you into the house, locking the door behind the two of you.

He really should leave but he follows you all the way to your bedroom before he finally comes to a halt.

You look back at the man standing in the doorway. “What?” you ask, already searching for something to change into.

“He’ll be home soon.”

You stop and turn to face Ez. “He’s spending the night at the club. He’s got business with the kings.”

Reaching for the hem of your shirt, “are you staying?”

You grab it and pull it over your head before tossing it to the man. “Or going?”

He steps into the room, dropping the shirt on the floor and shutting the door. “Are you sure?” he asks and you nod, “a hundred percent.”

Ez smiles, walking over and picking you up. “What are you doing?” you laugh, settling yourself on his lap when he sits on your bed.

“You’re so beautiful,” he hums, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

There’s nothing to blame the blush that’s creeping up your cheek on. So instead, you pay him a complaint. “Says Mr. Handsome.” you tease, making him laugh.

Ez lays back on your bed and you get off, settling beside him, your leg tossed over his lap and your arm draped over his torso. His arm was around you and two of his fingers trailed along your shoulder, tracing little patterns into your skin. You look up at the man, the moonlight from the window shining into the room.

“Ez?” and he hums, now looking at you. You smile, “no, what does Ez stand for? I’m sure that’s not what’s on your birth certificate.”

“Ezekiel.”

“Ezekiel.” You repeat, smiling. Ez smiles too, the sound of his name falling from your lips was now his favourite sound; he could listen to you say it forever.

His arm tightens around you, holding you a little closer. “Weren't you supposed to be sleeping already ?”

“I would have been but this handsome guy decided to makeout with me on his bike soooo” you hum, looking up at him. Your words make him blush, rolling his eyes playfully.

“I’ll be here when you wake up, get some sleep.” he rubs along your side softly.

“If you chicken out when you hear dad pull in, the window’s the fastest way out.” you tell him, shutting your eyes but you can feel his questioning stare. “Just because I wasn't allowed around club stuff doesn’t mean I didn’t have a life, Ezekiel.”

Ez chuckles, kissing your forehead. “Sleep well.”

“You too.”

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The sun is peeking through the curtains and you groan. Your head is pounding and the smell of whatever the neighbours were cooking was making you want to puke.

When you roll over, you see that your bedroom window is open which probably means Ez opened it but you also see that your bed is empty.

Ez’s shoes are gone and so is he or so you thought until you hear shouting from the kitchen. Your dad’s voice echoed through the house, making you want to pull a pillow over your head and go back to sleep.

It was barely half past ten, who the hell could he be talking to already ?

“Nothing happened, how many times do I need to say that?” you hear Ez’s voice, making you instantly sit up.

You grab the closet shirt you can find and pull it on as you run down the hallway to the kitchen. There's a loud smack just as you reach the kitchen; Ez stumbles back, his hand over his nose with a painful expression on his face and your dad‘s expression mirrors his but his hand is in a fist.

“Dad! What the hell!” You shout, walking over to Ez.

You gently move his hand from his nose, sitting him on the chair at the table. You crouch down to check if his nose was broken - it wasn't but it was bleeding. Standing again, you shift Ez to sit forward, tilting his head down slightly so the blood would drip out.

Next, you walk over to your father who already has a cold towel on his knuckles. He winces, pulling the cigarette from his lips as you feel his hand. “Nothing’s broken.” you tell him, wrapping the towel back around it.

He takes a pull from the cigarette, “coulda told you that.” He says which makes you roll your eyes.

Making your way back to Ez, you lift his chin to check his nose once more. You hand him a few tissues before bending down to wipe the blood off the floor. “Why’d you hit him? He didn’t do anything.” the question directed to your father.

“Didn’t do anything ? He was in bed with you, neither of you had a shirt on!”

You glance up at Ez whose face was a mix of mortified and pain, you bite back a laugh. “I wasn’t naked, you’re so dramatic, papi. It’s not like we slept together - well we did, but only in the same bed. Nothing happened.”

“Nothing happened ?” your father asks, and you turn to look at him, nodding. “Nothing happened, I promise.”

“Fine,” he says, “if you say so.”

Ez’s eyes widen, looking at you in disbelief. “Why didn’t he-” Shh, don’t even bother.” you take the tissue from him, gently wiping away the left over blood.

You toss it in the trash and wash your hands, “how about breakfast?” you ask the men, both of them saying they need to get to the clubhouse.

“Head out without me.” Bishop tells Ez, walking out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

“I’ll walk you out.” you stretch your hand out, Ez cautiously grabbing it as you two walk out of the house together. You two walk over to his motorcycle that’s parked on the street. You’re sitting on the edge of the seat, Ez standing between your legs, mirroring your position from last night.

His fingertips barely brush against your thigh. “I should probably get going.” He whispers, eyes meeting yours.

You hum, “probably.” Your hand reaches for his, pulling him closer to you.

Ez’s hand moves, resting against your torso. “Can your dad see us?” he glances at the window, you look over your shoulder and shake your head.

“No. C’mere.” You reach for his kutte, pulling him towards you and closing the gap. Your lips on his and he leans into you, his hands on your lower back. “I really should go.” He mumbles against your lips, between kisses.

“Mhm hm.” your lips still on his, his hands reaching down to give your ass squeeze which makes you laugh, pulling away from the kiss. “Smooth, Ez, real smooth.”

“I try,” he flashes you a smile and his hands pull you away from the bike, getting on. You watch as he puts on his helmet, snickering to yourself. “What ?” he asks, smiling at you as he puts on his sunglasses.

“You look like a dork.” you say through giggles, hunched over in laughter. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re adorable but the glasses and the helmet; I can’t help it.” you laughed, Ez rolled his eyes and grabbed your waist, pulling you to his side.

“Shut up, like you didn’t just get busted with a boy in your room this morning.”

“Need I remind you that you were the boy, Ezekiel.”

The use of his name makes him smile. “Say it again.” he whispers, kissing along your jaw.

“Say what- ah.” you rest a hand on his cheek. “Have a good day, Ezekiel.” you smile, leaning in to give him one last kiss before stepping back onto the curb.

You watch him pull off and head down the street and as soon as he does, your father walks out. “I don't know what time I'll be home.” he calls out to you, causing you to turn and walk towards him.

“That's okay, gonna unpack and stuff today.” You meet him on the front porch. “Come by the house if you need anything, or call. Okay ?” he pulls you in for a hug.

“I will, be safe.” you tell him, smiling.

Your father’s hand is still holding your arm, “by the way, I did see that.” he says, kissing your forehead before walking down the steps to the driveway.

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cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic · 2 years

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For You

Characters: Ezekiel Reyes

Pairing: Ezekiel Reyes x Reader

Fandom: Ezekiel Reyes, Mayans MC

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

A/N: This is my first time writing from the ‘YOU’ perspective or second person view so please go easy on me. It seemed like the best way to write this drabble and I hope you guys like it as much as I do. I don't usually write non smut or fluff so I hope this is good 🥺

Ezekiel's heart skipped a beat whenever he laid eyes on you. To him you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He thought maybe his crush was based on the fact that he'd been in jail for so long but once the feeling persisted he knew it was real. Your smile, your touch, your voice all warmed his heart and body. His heart ached for you. Needing to be close to but never being able, with you being Bishop's niece and Alvarez’s daughter. EZ knew it was a terrible decision to fall for you. Who could blame him. All the members wanted you, none of them had the guts to ever act. EZ was different; he knew you were worth the risk.

EZ walked into the club as the loud music caused the walls to vibrate. He scanned the party for a few moments before spotting you near the bar drinking a beer with Angel and Coco. He took a deep breath before walking over to greet everyone. After a little small talk he asked you to talk somewhere private. Tonight was the night he was going to lay it all on the line for you.

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 2 months

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Your Biker in Worn Leather Part 2

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 396

Summary: You finally tell EZ who’s responsible for your current appearance.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I have no idea if the Burning Souls are a real MC, it’s just a made up name for this fic. If they are real, this is in no way, shape, or form related to them and for entertainment purposes only.

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EZ’s voice rang in your ears. Who did this to you? You knew the man Ezekiel would become once you told him the name. That version of EZ was terrifying to you despite his lividness never being aimed at you but others instead.

“Baby, who was it?” The biker asked once again in a softer tone, concerned filled eyes never leaving your face.

You swallowed hard. “Burning Souls.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look into EZ’s eyes. The fire that resided there was frightening and anyone in their right mind would run for the hills when met with the intense anger that bubbled up in the Mayan.

The Burning Souls were relatively new to the scene, being made up by men discharged from various branches of the armed forces and former police officers. They used all their skills, experience, and resources to their advantage to strike fear into anyone and everyone who crossed their path. What was their motivation? Their goal? Easy. To destroy all MCs in the state of California. To cause chaos, destruction, havoc and if people died in the process, that made it even better.

The Burning Souls had been scoping out the Mayans for a few weeks now. They had watched each Mayan through town and ultimately followed them to the clubhouse’s run down walled gate.

When the Burning Souls first saw you they didn’t think much of you, thinking you were just a club hang around and only there for fun and sex. That opinion of you was proven wrong when they kept seeing you with the Mayans’ Vice President, Ezekiel Reyes. The hugs and kisses exchanged between you and EZ told the story of love. Now the Burning Souls had what they needed — a weakness. A weakness to the VP. It was as close to the top as they were going to get since Obispo Losa showed no interest in love or affection but rather just sex. With no ammo to use on the Mayans’ President, the VP was next in line.

As soon as the MC’s name left your lips, EZ’s jaw tightened, fists clenched, his anger rose and rose with each passing second.

No one harms, much less touches his girl. Most importantly, no one lives to tell the tale.

Ezekiel Reyes was about to start a war ten times worse than the entire world has ever seen.

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ravennaortiz · 3 months

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Okay new request. I'm becoming obsessed with these. there are so many creations that can come from them. So this time I'm thinking about Ez. I'm thinking of prompts 15, 21, 24, 27, and 32.

I love to hear it! You are coming up with a lot of great ideas! This is my first EZ request and I love them prompts for him! Lets see what kind of magic we can make here. As always 18+. Smut below the cut.

Prompts

15. Are you gonna kiss me or not?

21. Like what you see?

24. No panties?

27. What if someone sees?

32. Your mine.

Walking into the Mayans Clubhouse you smiled seeing EZ sitting and reading in the mostly empty clubhouse. Walking by the Mayan you had a crush on you popped your head into Templo where Hank and your dad were sitting and talking, you gave a small wave to let your dad know you were here. Walking back towards EZ you sat down across from him. "Hey" EZ said glancing up before turning his eyes back to his book after you smiled at him.

You sat fiddling with your phone as you considered your next move. You had been trying to get EZ's attention since he was made a prospect but he had been putting you off. Sliding down in your chair your stretched your foot out and rubbed it along his calf. EZ sighed as he glanced up at you. "Yes?" he asked with a raised brow. "I was just wondering if you were gonna kiss me or not today?" you asked as you smiled sweetly at him as you leaned forward on the table.

EZ chuckled before replying doing hsi best to ignore how your breast were practically spilling out of the tank top you had on.. You had asked this question once a day for the last two months. As much as he would love to see just how soft those plump lips of yours were he knew that was a dangerous move. Though it was getting harder and harder for him to say no. "Not today" replied EZ before going back to his book. "Why not?" you inquired cocking your head to the side. This should have been a red flag to EZ but he had never been good at seeing that with women.

"Your dad being Bishop" replied EZ as he turned the page. "Fair" you replied before standing up and going to the back of the clubhouse. A few minutes later you had a mischievous smile on your face as you sat back down at a table a little away. EZ was deep into his book again when something hit him in the face. Setting his book down he picked up what he assumed you had thrown at him.

"Jesus" muttered EZ to himself as he realized he was holding onto a pair of lacy red panties. "Like what you see there?" you inquired as he ran the material trough his fingers. The door to the clubhouse opening had him balling up the material and quickly shoving it into his pocket. He heard you chuckle before you both greeted Gilly and Angel as they made their way into Templo.

EZ looked over to you after a couple minutes before getting up and moving to the bar to get a drink. You watched EZ go behind the bar counter and gave him a couple minutes before making your way over. You paused as you listened to a roar of laughter come from Templo before slinking behind the bar. "Excuse me" you stated as you slipped in between EZ and the fridge as you bent pressing your ass back onto him as you looked for a drink.

EZ closed his eyes at the feel before he jumped back. "You okay?" you asked feigning innocence as you looked at him over your shoulder. EZ licked his lips eyes glancing to the doors before turning back to you. "I made it super easy for you. No panties, short skirt" you replied your voice smooth with lust as you stood back up an closed the fridge door.

He couldn't deny you had gotten under his skin and his body was saying yes. Stepping closer you stood on your tip toes to reach his ear as you ran your hands down his chest. "Aren't you curious at how wet I am for you?" you purred in his ear sending a shiver down his spine. EZ swallowed hard before moving away from you and back to where he had been sitting.

Undeterred you followed him and sat on the table next to him your thigh on his hand. EZ looked up at you and you could see his resolve crumbling. "Just a quick touch E. No one will know" you whispered opening your legs slightly to where his hand was in between them on the table. "What if someone sees? Do you know how badly my ass is kicked?" inquired EZ trying to ignore the temptation to move his hand where you wanted it. "Don't get caught touching Bishops daughter then" you replied with a shrug.

After a moment you sighed. "Guess I'll go see if someone else will." You stated as you started to slide off the table. "Stay" EZ said quietly as he touched your inner thigh. Locking his eyes onto yours as he inched his fingers along the inside of your thigh until he brushed your wet folds. You bit your lip as he dipped a finger into your core to contain your moan. As EZ teased you with his fingers his other hand moved to free him from the confines of his pants.

EZ removed his fingers from you making you whine before pulling you to the edge of the table. At the feel of his cock head at your entrance your eyes widened and heart rate picked up. "Stay quiet" ordered EZ as he started to push into you painfully slow. EZ smirked as he watched you squirm under him. Once he was fully inside you he stilled as he looked down at you as he circled your clit with his thumb making you arch your back off the table.

You were struggling to contain your moans when he leaned over you and grabbed you by the throat with one hand squeezing gently as he gave a small thrust in catching you moan in his mouth as he kissed you. After a couple minutes he stopped again making you wrap your legs around his waist and try to pull him deeper. "Your mine" murmured EZ into your ear before resuming his thrust as he used both hands to grab you by the throat. Just as you were getting ready to tip over the edge you heard your dads voice.

"EZ, can you take my daughter home" your dad called from Templo. EZ shot you a grin before replying. "Yeah I can take her Bish" he replied before pulling out of you and fixing his pants. As you sat up slowly he leaned in towards you. "Now I can hear that voice of you scream my name" he stated before walking towards the door.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Softer Pleasures - An EZ Reyes/OC One Shot Story.

Just a little smutty offering I had revolving around in my head. Enjoy!

Words - 1,104

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“What is it,” she began, sighing as his tongue rolled in a slow circle, “about going down on me that you love so much?”

He didn’t reply at first, but the raised eyebrow said enough, looking up at her as he sucked gently on her clit. “I’ve never been asked that before.” He continued to suck upon her, laughing a little, entertained that she should ask him such a thing, right when he was in the middle of doing it. “You’re expecting a reply, aren’t you?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Hmmm.” His tongue flattened against her, dragging over her bud slowly. “Alright, well it feels amazing, tastes amazing, fucking turns me on like you wouldn’t believe, and then there’s the way you react to it. How wet you get, and those little moans. Fuck. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to put my mouth back to making said moans happen rather than talking about them.”

The heat of his mouth had her gleaming as he laved at her once again, the nectar of her cunt saturating his tongue. In truth, words alone couldn’t describe how it made him feel, to pleasure her like that, his heartbeat quickened, skin tingling as little wells of contentment poured through him. And then she moaned again, a seraphim’s symphony to his ears, a summer sonnet of lust, thumbing her clit to gently drag the hood back, the tip of his tongue tracing tight circles, the song of her arousal filling his ears again.

Pleasure draped over her like the swathe of silk, each flicker of his tongue making her arousal bloom, like summer flowers kissed by the first sun, awakened and reaching towards the light. Each lick was an ember ignited, heat winding and coiling low in her, his breath a hot tempest as his hands stroked over the soft round of her tummy, fingertips flexing as he drove the simmer through her.

Her panting escalated, her lips parting on a soft cry. “EZ, please, I need...” Her words were cut short by the pull of his lips sucking upon her, the tip of his tongue pushing against her clit, increasing the pressure as she keened against him, her nails flexing against his shoulders. “Yes, like that, just like that!”

He peered up at her, cheeks hollowed, moaning low in his throat, the vibrations from such only adding to the bonfire of ecstasy that crackled up her spine, the burn of pleasure then settling low within her, her soft thighs writhing against his face as his eyes shone gold, his cock throbbing with the need to fill her.

She drew a breath through gritted teeth, her walls in spasm as her fuse flickered and crackled, primed to explode, his mouth working her hungrily before the desire grew too strongly within him, sitting up and pushing her legs back, her knees pressed to her chest as he skimmed her folds with the head of his cock. He teased her a little before sinking in slowly, spreading her around him, his hands stroking the soft of her thighs.

He was slow to begin with, enjoying the soaking heat that gripped him, almost every inch of him dragging through her in gentle trawl, his heart thundering as he watched the way she loved it, loved him within her, parting her legs to lean down to her, his lips finding hers. “Fuck, that pretty little pussy is heaven, I swear. God... ahhh.” He was always so overcome to be inside her, and the novelty never wore off.

It was all languid, like a sensual drip of honey, thick and sweet, their mouths locked as tongues swirled, breath hitched, and moans poured like wine from one mouth to another, her hands stroking the thick planes of muscle that ridged his shoulders. She gripped onto them when he sank into her deeper, gasping against his neck, her teeth laying a soft bite as lightning struck through the marrow of her, EZ sitting up again as speed replaced the slow trawl.

His gaze fell to watch his cock emptying and filling her, glinting in the low light, creamed with the silken satin of what sheathed him so well, moving his thumb to press her clit, rubbing sweet tingles, his mouth tilting into a grin as she cried out shrilly.

She tightened around him, a velvet, vice-like grip that began to pull the waves building within him to greater strength, his mouth falling open as he panted hard, rutting into her with more urgency. She began to quake ardently, feeling sparks skittering along her spine and down her legs, moaning contently as he folded to kiss her sternum, moving upwards slowly until his mouth was returned to hers, offering kisses of voracious want.

Their bodies pushed against each other in heated sync, her legs moving to hook around his waist and grip tightly as she panted against his mouth. Everything became fervidly uncontained, her hands gliding down his well-defined back, the plush velvet of her cunt pulsing around him.

An upward tilt of his hips as he shifted slightly had her gasping, the hardness within her slick walls nudging different spots and prompting ebullience as she started to glow. His mouth dipped to suck her nipples in turn, a rumbling groan permeating the air, the heat of his cock delicious as she rolled her hips up against him, loving him pinning her there beneath his weight.

“Ahhh, fuck!” he gritted, driving into her centre in frenzy, teeth grazing the column of her throat, his hips shuddering with effort as lightning struck through him, her own release gathering momentum.

Being unselfish, he kept going until he knew her wails were the siren song of her cresting, her body shuddering against his as she glimmered strongly, wailing into his shoulder. The illumination of golden sunshine gilded her, rays surging through her veins, lighting her up like the darkened horizon at dawn as he quivered against her, cock twitching, pulsing endless, hot waves of cum into her, his groans all grit and gravel before his body slackened, lying breathless in her arms.

“You know how I detailed why I love going down on you so much?” he asked a few minutes later, still on top of her, stroking the side of her neck as he rested his head against her chest.

“Uh-huh,” she breathed, still a little spaced out.

“I think I love this more, just lying here with you like this.”

Truth was, he loved everything about her, every moment, every touch. She knew it, too, lifting his head and cradling his face, offering soft kisses as she hummed with happiness.

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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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Aftermath

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language, implied/referenced smut

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This fic is the reason taht I got no sleep last night. It hit me at like 11:30pm and I had to stay up to finish it. That being said, I have not reread it and I have no idea if it makes sense. Anyway. Enjoy some messy EZ Reyes.

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You woke to the sound of construction, which automatically earned a groan from you. You hadn’t even opened your eyes yet and you were already over the day. The banging coming from outside certainly didn’t help the pulsating in your head. It wasn’t enough to be a real hangover, but it was enough to be a very real inconvenience. You buried your face into the pillow you were resting on, fighting the urge to pull the blanket up over your head as you reached out to attempt to try and blindly find your phone.

But then you couldn’t feel the edge of your mattress. Or your nightstand.

Then you realized it was because you weren’t at your own apartment. And the construction sounds weren’t that at all, but the sounds of the scrapyard.

You shot upright, much to your head's dismay as it sent a shock of pain from one end of your skull to the other. You winced, shutting your eyes tight for a moment as you pull the blanket up so it covered your completely bare torso. You groaned quietly, using one hand to keep the blanket wrapped around you, the other wiping the sleep from your eyes.

Sighing, you looked around the empty trailer. The night before was coming back in waves. There was way too much there to unpack since you weren’t even fully awake yet. You fought the urge to shake your head at yourself, not wanting to rattle your brain further. You blinked slowly a couple times as you tried to let your body adjust, tried to figure out what you were going to do next.

EZ was long gone. You saw that he had nicely folded up your clothes and left them on the counter for you to change back into. You’d call him a gentleman if the circumstances had been anything other than what they were. Still, you got up and pulled your clothes back on as quickly as you could in the cramped space you had. The trailer had felt so much larger last night, but then again , anything beyond the expanse of the mattress wasn’t really your concern.

One good turn deserved another. You had no intention of leaving his trailer a mess. It was bad enough you’d probably created an unpalatable situation of your friendship with him. You’d done irreparable damage to your relationship with both Reyes boys in a span of less than twenty-four hours. That had to be a record of some kind.

The bed was a sofa once more, and you’d folded up the sheets for him. Running your hands over your face and raking your fingers back along your scalp, you decided that there were no other ways to keep procrastinating. Pulling your boots on, you stepped over to the door of his trailer.

Pushing the door open, you squinted and made a sound somewhere between pain and disgust at the light hitting your eyes. Bringing one hand up, you tried to shield your vision from the late-morning light.

You blindly dug around in your purse as you went down the steps of EZ's trailer. Your fingers were searching for your car keys, but you came up dry. You knew that you drove over the night before. You’d only had two drinks and your apartment was apparently way too close to the scrapyard for your own good. You knew you drove. So either Angel had found out and driven off with your car out of spite, or, well, you weren’t quite sure what the other option was.

The last thing you wanted to do was see anyone else from the club, but it didn’t seem like you were going to have another choice. With a small shake of your head, you started to make your way towards the clubhouse. You didn’t even know what you were going to say if someone asked what you were doing there, or how you’d managed to misplace your entire vehicle.

“Hey, Y/N,” EZ called after you. He sounded the same as he always did. You didn’t know if that was reassuring or not.

You turned around to face him. The second that your eyes locked onto his everything from the night before came rushing back. You tried not to think about it, his lips on yours, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. You shook your head at yourself, physically willing the thoughts away in an attempt to have somewhat of a normal conversation with him.

“Hey.” You hooked your thumbs onto the beltloops of your jeans “You know what happened with—”

You stopped short as he pulled your car keys from his pocket and dangled them in front of you. The smirk on his face was nothing but sinful considering everything that had happened. “Parked it in the lot at the end of the block. Figured you didn’t want—”

“Thanks,” you cut him off, not really wanting to get into it. The sooner you could leave all of this mess behind, the better.

He chuckled. Fucking shameless. “No problem.”

He slapped the keys into your hand, his fingers wrapping around your hand for a fleeting moment. That was all it took, one second and one gesture and all that was running through your head was the thought of those same fingers when they were wrapped around your throat the night before.

“Bye, EZ.” It didn’t feel like there was anything else to be said. Or, at least, the smart thing would not be saying anything more than that.

You were a few strides away when he caught up to you, easily matching your pace. “We good?”

You barked out a laugh at that, shaking your head. “I don’t think that’s really a question we need to—”

“Y/N?” Angel's voice cut into your conversation.

You sighed, mumbling so that only EZ could hear you. “I’m changing my fucking name.”

EZ chuckled and shook his head, looking back and forth between you and his brother. Angel did the same, looking back and forth between you and EZ before asking, “The fuck are you doing here?”

“Leaving,” you said, not looking at either of them as you continued walking to the exit of the scrapyard. You didn’t want to linger long enough for Angel to realize that you were still in the same clothes from the night before.

Angel looked at his brother, not understanding what the smug look on his face was all about. “What’d she want?”

EZ shrugged. “Not sure.” He clapped Angel on the shoulder. “I’m gonna walk her to her car.”

Angel reached out and grabbed his brother’s arm, fingers keeping him in a vice grip. “You know what happened with me and her?”

“Not the details, but,” he chuckled, “the ‘the fuck are you doing here’ said enough.”

“And you’re still just gonna—”

“Yea,” EZ cut him off, not sounding confrontational in his tone but the look in his eyes was daring Angel to say something, “That a problem?”

Angel shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

EZ didn’t wait around to hear whatever else Angel had to say. He walked away, quickly making his way after you again. He caught up just as you were stepping out the gates of the scrapyard. You’d heard the footsteps, and you knew from the lack of yelling it must’ve been EZ and not his brother. You didn’t say anything, didn’t slow down or speed up your pace.

“You think he’s never gonna find out?” he asked.

You shook your head, still not looking at him. “There’s nothing to find out.”

He laughed. “Really? So if I go back there right now and tell him—”

You stopped in your tracks, turning to face EZ. “There’s nothing to find out because it’s not going to happen again.”

The smile on his face made you want to smack it clean off of him. He was getting way too much enjoyment out of all of this. “Sure it’s not.” He paused. “Did it work, though?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you hit the unlock button on your keys. “Did what work?”

He stepped in closer to you, his chest nearly pressing against yours. “Did it make you stop thinking about him?”

You sucked in a deep breath, trying to figure out if closing your eyes so you weren’t looking directly into his anymore would be helpful or hurtful. He waited patiently for your response, the grin not fading from his features in the slightest.

You felt your heart rate spike as the thoughts broke containment once more. You remembered him opening the door to his trailer, just in his jeans. You saw the confusion on his face as he let you in, knowing what had happened between you and his brother just a few hours beforehand. He hadn’t expected to ever really see you again, certainly not one-on-one like this. Or at the yard or the clubhouse at all.

He'd hardly even gotten the question out to ask how you were doing when you told him, “I don’t want to think about him.”

He didn’t try to send you off or push you away. There was a slight moment of hesitation before he recovered, falling right into stride with ease that should’ve been questionable but it wasn’t. You remembered feeling the heat radiating off of his chest as he stood in front of you, about as close as he was standing to you now. You remembered the borderline baiting tone in his voice as he asked, “What do you want me to do about that?”

And you remembered your borderline pathetic response of, “Make me stop thinking about him.”

And he did.

Coming back to the present, you shook your head. “I shouldn’t have done it. It’s not gonna happen again.”

He stepped in closer, making you back up against the side of your car. “But it worked, right?”

You huffed, annoyed because he was putting you in this position, annoyed because he was absolutely correct. “Yes, it worked, but—”

He cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. You knew you should’ve fought against it but you couldn’t. You melted against him instantly, heat rolling over you in waves as his hand came to rest around your throat, applying just enough pressure to have a reason for being there. You should’ve been upset about it but you weren’t.

When he pulled his lips off of yours, his hand remained for a second. His eyes raked over your face, like he was putting extra effort into the memory of it that was going to sit in his mind for the rest of his life. There were far worse sights to have burned into his brain.

His hand fell back to his side and coherent thoughts slowly started to enter back into your brain. “Look, it can’t happen again. I’m sorry I even showed up.”

He smiled, shaking his head. “No you’re not.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fuck off.”

He took a step back. “Gotta get back to work anyway.” You wanted to have something witty and scathing to say but your mind was blank. He must’ve seen it on your face, because the smirk on his face grew as he said, “I’ll see you around.”

You shook your head at him, but you didn’t have it in you to argue. You didn’t want to make a liar out of yourself. Turning around, you yanked open the door of your car and got inside. When you looked back at him, EZ was already heading back towards the scrapyard again like nothing had even happened. You couldn’t see it, but you were certain he still had the same smug little grin on his face.

You leaned forward, resting your forehead against the steering wheel. You shut your eyes for a moment as you tried to will yourself to calm down. How you managed to make so many problems for yourself and then make them worse was beyond you. But here you were, stuck in a mess of your own making. You had no idea if it was going to get worse before it got better, or if it was just going to get worse.

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Stranded

Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & Platonic!Reader

From these April Prompts: “Stranded”

Summary: You go on a really bad date and call your besties to save you, but they end up taking the opportunity to roast you.

A/N: First time doing a fic a day challenge!!! Let’s see how many I’ll end up doubling up on and posting some other day LOL. Enjoy the ride friends <3

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, some light joking, I don’t think I’d classify it as angst.

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc (Not sure how many individual Mayans fics i’ll have in the future but happy to add anyone to any potential future fics!)

You felt like the phone was mocking you at this point. By the third ring you knew he wasn’t going to answer but you still waited it through, not once but four times. Time was ticking, you didn’t have the luxury of waiting for him to pick up. Your date, your very shitty date was waiting a mere 20 feet away outside the bathroom at your empty table for you to come back. Yes, empty. You hadn’t even gotten to be served your drink order yet and you already knew this date was a dud.

Maneuvering out of the bathroom window was an easy enough solution, one you would have easily relied on if you weren’t carless or in the middle of El Centro. El Centro, while close enough to Santo Padre by car was 10 miles of highway that you weren’t really looking forward to walking. You cursed yourself for not getting your car fixed this past weekend, leaving you in the hands of the random man you matched with on some stupid app tonight. Your options were bouncing back and forth in your head, you could start your trek home and keep calling in hopes of an answer, or you could just sit through what will probably be the worst date of your life.

The second option seemed bearable, but after he was discussing his 5th conspiracy theory–and keep in mind you were only 20 minutes into the date, and his constant casual sexual joke that was definitely his way of hinting at bringing you home you couldn’t listen anymore.

You thought 10 was still relatively early, especially for Angel Reyes. Him not answering could have been for a multitude of reasons but realistically you knew he was probably not the Reyes brother you should rely on. Shaking your head, you hung up after getting the voicemail again, tired of hearing the automated woman’s voice and called someone else.

Two rings. That was all it took.

“Hey, what’s up?” EZ’s voice was like a wave of relief washing over you.

“Thank God.” You mumbled as your shoulders fell in solace. “I’m stranded.” The words you spoke left a lot to be imagined.

“You okay?” His tone was tense.

“I’m on this awful fuckin’ date and I’m in the bathroom of La Resaca Seafood Bar off Rt 8 with no car and no way home except with Mr. I’ve seen Bigfoot 30 times who wants to bring me to the Polynesian Lodge tonight.”

EZ let out a chuckle before frowning his brow, “Polynesian Lodge?”

“Motel.” Your one worded answer was all EZ needed to hear to let out another laugh.

“Sounds romantic.” He was already grabbing the keys to his bike.

“Ezekial Reyes. Your brother is already on my shit list. I called him 4 times to save me from this mess but no answer. Do not make me put you on my shit list too.” The desperation in your voice came through as you started to climb up on the toilet paper dispenser to get a better footing to escape through the window.

“Well, that was your second mistake, you know I’m the more reliable Reyes.” The door to EZ’s trailer was closing and he was turning around to lock it as he stayed on the phone.

“Wait” you paused, now standing on the dispenser that was secured into the wall of concrete. “What’s my first mistake?”

The smile on EZ’s face would have earned him a smack upside the head if you were with him in person. “Going on a tinder date with the guy who uses a photoshopped picture of his head on Captain America’s body.”

You were flabbergasted that he knew who you were out with, you didn’t think either of the Reyes boys listened to you when you talked about your matches on Tinder. But you should’ve known EZ would have put two and two together.

“I thought it was FUNNY, like a joke, I didn’t think he was serious about it.” You argued in your defense. “Also, there’s a whole theory out there that the nerdy guys are the ones to scoop up.”

“So tell me about Bigfoot.” EZ was now on his bike, leaning back soaking in every moment of this.

“EZ.” Your voice was firm.

The laugh EZ let out was straight from his belly, he was enjoying this too much.

“Yo E!” Angel’s voice could be heard from the background.

“Is that Angel? Tell him he’s an asshole and he should check his phone.” At this point you were already one leg out of the window when you heard the bathroom door handle turn as the door opened.

In one ear, the one with the phone attached you heard EZ call out. “You’re an asshole and you should check your phone.”

In the other ear, the startled voice of your waitress rang. “Oh my god.” She stopped in her tracks, hand being raised to clamp her chest as the scene of you half dangling out of a window was the last thing she expected.

“E, Seafood off Route 8, please hurry.” With that, you hung up and climbed down quickly to be face to face with your server.

“That bad?” After taking in the situation she understood what was happening.

“Very.” You nodded your head. “I need to stall for like 10 minutes before my ride gets here, do you think you could mention that I left my phone in here when you come back to take our order? That way I have a logical reason to escape through the bathroom window?”

“Sure.” She nodded in acceptance as you smiled and thanked her before moving past her to the bathroom door. “The kitchen exit is right next to the bathroom door, just go through there.” The waitress turned to face you, giving you an easier out instead of the acrobatics. “No need to do whatever the fuck that was, again.” She pointed at the window and retreated into a stall.

Meanwhile, as you suffered through the agony of 10 long minutes of this horrible date. EZ and Angel were coming to your rescue, sort of.

“Ay, what’s with the name calling? and why do I have so many missed calls from Y/N?” Angel trekked over to EZ’s trailer from the clubhouse as he looked at his phone.

EZ had hung up the phone before he waved it up in the air at Angel. “Just got off the phone with her, she’s stranded.”

“Stranded? The fuck?” Angel perked up just like EZ had when you spoke those words to him.

“Bad date. I’m gonna go pick her up if you wanna come. Think you were her first choice anyways.” EZ laughed as he placed his helmet over his head.

Angel let out a chuckle, relaxing his shoulders from the tension. “I never answer my phone, don’t know why the fuck she’d call me.” Despite his lack of empathy, Angel was making his way over to his bike to follow EZ to save you from your date.

As the two waited at the light that was mere seconds from the restaurant, Angel called over to EZ.

“Yo!” Angel got EZ’s attention. “Was it that captain america guy? Didn’t we tell her he was a lame?”

EZ couldn't help but smirk at Angel’s recollection of the night you three spent together just hanging at your place. If Angel remembered it, it was obvious you were only choosing to hear what you wanted that night. “Yea, you should tell her when we see her, I think she’ll appreciate the advice.” EZ set Angel up for disaster later, knowing it’d be pure entertainment for him.

Back at that restaurant, you had just managed to make it to the entrance of the kitchen when you heard the rumbling of not one, but two motorcycles. “Oh thank God.” You mumbled as you burst through the kitchen swinging door and ran like you knew your way around. You pretty quickly found the exit doors and pushed through them, offering no explanation to the staff who was back there. Angel was the first bike you saw since he was closest to you. Immediately, you ran up to him but not without a few choice words.

“Fuck you, Reyes!” You yelled out at him as you approached his bike.

“Hey!” Both brothers yelled simultaneously, EZ leaned forward so you could see him a little further out past Angel.

“You want to be stranded or you want a rescue?” Angel held out a helmet giving you the choice.

Begrudgingly you grabbed it, putting it on over your head and quickly throwing your leg over the back of his bike and scooting closer to him as you got situated.

“Thank you.” The words were mumbled, he laughed as you said them, knowing it was hard for you. The only reason you knew he laughed was because your hands had come across the front of his torso to grip onto him for the ride and you felt the shake of his stomach under his kutte.

He took off immediately, knowing you were ready to go just by your hold on him. EZ wasn’t far behind at all. You pulled up to the same red light they had just been at previously, when Angel looked over his shoulder to talk to you.

“You didn’t eat, right?”

You shook your head to answering knowing your voice would he drowned out by the engine. “You want Jack in the Box?” He was still looking over at you but his head nodded towards the fast food restaurant that was right in front of them. “My treat. To make it up to you or whatever.” His eyes rolled waiting for your answer.

“Alright, yea, I’m fuckin’ starved.” You answered and looked over to EZ to point to the drive through sign to show him where you were headed.

The group of you pulled in and ordered through the drive through since inside was closed, no one ever talks about the awkwardness of ordering drive through on a motorcycle, you had learned new ways to balance things and about compartments that you had no idea existed on the bike. The three of you parked the bikes and walked over to the front of the building. EZ was quick to throw his arm around you, drink in hand as it dangled over your right shoulder.

“Rough night?” A grin grew on his face.

“You’re the worst.” You pushed him off you and made your way over to the front parking space where the cement parking block served as your seat and your laps as your dinner table.

“It ain’t no rescara seafood but I hope you like it.” Angel teased as he brought his drink to his lips.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?” Your head dropped forward in defeat.

“I’m not sure why you decided to go out with Captain America wannabe.” Angel was now devouring into his food and said his last sentence as he had a mouthful of food.

“Yea cause I surround myself with men who are catches.” Sarcasm dripped off uour voice and a frown filled your face as you watched him eat.

EZ perked up waiting for the other shoe to drop, knowing it was seconds before you put two and two together.

“and how the fuck did you kno—“ your head snapped to EZ who was sitting on the same cement block but to your left. “you fuckin’ told him!”

Backfired. EZ quickly raised his hands in surrender. “I said nothing he just paid attention when you told us.” He shrugged.

“You expect me to believe that?” Your frown deepened.

Angel was now sporting the Reyes shit eating grin knowing he had gotten away with his comment.

“Alright, seriously. What was so bad about the date?” Angel asked curiously.

“What you wanna take notes for yourself?” You weren’t backing down off the defense.

“I think he’s being genuine.” EZ spoke up with a shocking display of defense for his brother.

“Sorry.” You apologized quickly to both of them and took a deep breath. “It was just weird. A lot of weird topics of conversation and he wanted to take me back to the Polynesian Lodge.” Angel looked at you confused and before he could ask you responded. “Motel.”

Angel nodded in understanding, finishing off his food and grabbing his drink as he rested his arms on his bent knees.

“Thanks for picking me up, guys.” Your voice softened as you spoke to them. “I owe you.” Your head swiveled to look at both of them.

“Look at this bozo.” Angel said as he nodded towards a man wearing a full 3 piece suit walking out of the convenience store next to the fast food building.

“Oh my god.” You quickly hid your face as best as you could with your hand, not having much of an option as you were sitting in an open and empty lot.

EZ glanced to the man and then to you, putting two and two together. The laugh that left his mouth was impossible to recreate, it was so genuine and loud that it caused the man to look over at the group of you.

“Fuck he lookin’ at?” Angel made a face.

“Its HIM.” You gritted your teeth together and spoke low. You peaked to see him staring at you three.

Angel was quick to change his face, his hand raising to cheers the man with his soda, EZ doing the same but with less enthusiasm and more of a neutral face.

“Have a good night, man.” EZ spoke with a normal voice, it wasn’t what you wished happened but the situation was unique to say the least. But then Angel had to speak up.

“You’ll get ‘em next time, Cap!!”

With that you completely melted into the ground of the parking lot, wishing you could disappear from this stupid little area ofd route 8.

“Next time, I’m walking home.”

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