#ez reyes x female reader

[ficnation]

Lying in Blood - EZ Reyes x Reader

Summary: When your husband dies you're left to mourn the life you were supposed to have. But when guilt consumes the killer, a chance at redemption opens as he steps forward to raise the child as his own.

Word count: 2,6k+

Pairing: Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes x Female! Reader; Past!Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas x Reader

Warnings: SPOILERS for Mayans MC season 5, mayans mc typical warnings, pregnancy, pure angst

A/n: EZ might be a little OOC but who cares. Enjoy the heartbreak and please reblog if you liked it!

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The moment you walk into the clubhouse, the smell of smoke and leather assaults your senses. The atmosphere is smoky, the air heavy with the cigarette fog swallowing the entire room. In the background, the clicking of pool balls and the murmur of conversations can be heard, the smell and environment already making you feel a little dizzy as the door opens and shuts behind you.

You force yourself to move forward as the members of the MC raise their glasses and nod in welcome to your arrival. You greet them with a warm smile like always, then look around the room in search of your beloved’s face. You can almost see him talking with his friends in the crowd, an unopened beer bottle in his tattooed hand.

But he’s not there. It’s just your imagination playing tricks on you.

Bishop must’ve noticed the way your eyes wander around the room in search of a ghost. He stands up from his sitting place, grabs your arm, and pulls you toward one of the couches. You slump down against it, sighing heavily.

“Querida,” he starts, sitting down beside you, his arm outstretched, beckoning you closer.

You shake your head to will the dark thoughts away, then relax against his side, your cheek finding rest on his shoulder.

“Bishop,” you greet him back with a smile.

“You’ve popped,” the man notices with a chuckle, looking down at the roundness of your protruding stomach.

“Oh, definitely. I woke up one day, looked in the mirror, and thought she doubled in there,” you mumble with a huff, but there’s a lightness to your voice.

Bishop admires your strength—how you can still see the world in colors even when your life is falling apart. It baffles him. He wishes he had that kind of strength himself.

He smiles at you, pulling you just a little bit closer. “She?” he repeats, raising his brow.

You smile brightly at him, caressing the bump with gentle, loving strokes. “Yeah, it’s a little girl.”

But your smile falters ever so lightly when you think about the fact that Neron still doesn’t know that the doctors were wrong and you were going to have a little daughter instead of a son. He won’t even be there when you give birth. He’ll still be behind bars, far away from your baby girl.

Bishop notices the change in your expression and grasps your hand in his, squeezing delicately. “He’s proud of you, you know that. We’re all proud of you.”

You can only nod in response, blinking away the tears that started forming in your eyes. You weren’t as strong as they all wanted you to be. You were just about to become a mom—a single mom because your husband won’t be there for most of the baby’s early years. You’ll be lucky if he gets out when she’s a teenager.

“Yeah, just wish his child was more important than the club,” you whisper under your breath, quickly regretting your words. But Bishop looks at you with understanding, no ounce of anger on his face. “Well, I actually came here looking for EZ. Is he around?”

“He’s not around. But he should be back soon. Do you wanna wait for him?” he asks, kissing the side of your forehead. “I can get you some water and keep you company.”

You stay with him, conversing to kill time as you wait for the club’s president to turn up. The older man keeps you occupied, talking a little bit about everything—how long until the baby comes, if you need help setting up the nursery, is your money situation looking okay—Bishop asks about everything in hopes the MC can make your life a little bit easier.

An hour or two passes before Ezekiel walks into the clubhouse. He looks around the room and doesn’t expect to see you there. Your presence startles him.

His eyes stare intently as you talk with Bishop, one of your hands mindlessly caressing your protruding stomach, waiting for the baby to kick. The other man hovers his hand close, ready for you to guide it so he can feel the little kick.

EZ feels the guilt—it comes up his throat and makes him nauseous. You’ve been friends for so long, and you don’t even know just how bad of a friend he was.

He ordered the murder of your husband. He took away the father of your baby—the man you loved with your whole being. He took his life and didn’t even give a second thought to how it would affect you—how much it would ruin your life.

The baby in your stomach starts kicking, so you take Bishop’s hand and press it against it. Ezekiel still stares, but he’s too far gone in his thoughts to register what’s happening.

“She’s kicking.” Your smile is bright, and it gives him a tiny bit of hope that Neron’s death won’t make you miserable for the rest of your life.

He forces his legs to move forward, swallowing the want to throw up all over the wooden floor. With a forced nervous smile, he reaches the couch.

“Is she?” the words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them.

You sit up straighter, surprised by his sudden appearance. The smile you give him is innocent—unknowing.

“Hi, EZ.”

He returns it, but it’s weak and awkward, and he’s sure you can feel just how out of place he felt in his own clubhouse.

“Hi.”

Bishop senses the sudden shift in the air. He gets up and presses a kiss to your cheek, his beard ticklish on your skin. He regards the younger man with suspicious eyes. “I’ll leave you to it,” he says finally as he leaves you with the club’s president, heading towards the exit of the building.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” you notice, patting the couch where Bishop once sat to beckon Ezekiel to take his place.

The man scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “Yeah… I was busy with the—” he’s lost in his own words as he gestures vaguely to the clubhouse, “the thing.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Oh, definitely,” you joke, “the thing always requires attention.”

He laughs at your words, but it has a forced quality to it. The joke isn’t that funny. You know it, and he knows it too, but you wave it off, thinking he didn’t want to make the conversation more uncomfortable than it already was by giving you the details.

“Yeah.” He sighs deeply. “We’ve got it under control, though,” he continues, and you respond with a nod, your eyes not quite meeting his.

“Have you heard anything from Neron?”

So that’s what you came here to ask—EZ thinks. It was logical. You barely needed the MC’s help, preferring to get stuff done on your own, mainly because you didn’t want to add to their problems. You always held your head high.

“He’s been quiet for a while now,” Ezekiel tenses in his seat as the words leave your mouth.

He can almost feel the crickets playing a symphony in his head. He doesn’t know what to say or do, so he opts for a simple lie—he is getting better at them with every passing day. “No, I haven’t heard anything.”

“Damn it.” Your sigh clenches his heart painfully. “Those cops are probably harassing him again.”

“Probably,” he agrees with you, scratching his chin for a second as he glances at your face. “You’ve heard nothing at all?”

“Nothing. He doesn’t call anymore.” The tone of your voice changes, and he can feel the heartbreak—the agony that those words render.

EZ takes a deep breath and forces a smile. “He’ll call. I’m sure he will.” A fucking liar; that’s what he is.

“I hope so. We’re so close to the birth date. I wanted him to know that.”

He doesn’t know how to reply, so he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. He was always good at lying, but why was it so hard to lie to you?

He tries to smile more warmly—look more warmly at you, but all you can see in his eyes is pity. It drives you insane.

“EZ, is there something you’re not telling me?” your voice screams suspicion. He starts to get nervous.

“No, of course not.” He looks at you hard, hoping you’ll believe his lie. It takes a moment for you to process what you see and hear before the suspicious glint falters and falls.

“Oh, okay.” you sigh in sadness. You have a feeling he knows something, but you’re not willing to push it. “He was supposed to choose the name.”

Another gentle squeeze of your hand. “He will come through. Don’t worry.”

You believe him. “You’re right. I’m probably just overthinking.”

EZ nods his head in agreement. “You’re just stressing yourself out; it’s not worth it.” There’s a pause as he kisses your temple, then speaks again, changing the topic slightly, “How have you been doing? Everything going alright with the pregnancy?”

“Yeah, we’re doing good. The nausea went away.” His still didn’t. “Now I’m just running to the bathroom every three minutes. Girl makes me wanna piss so bad.” You let out a chuckle—such a beautiful and peaceful sound. EZ feels like he could record it and play it over and over again before he falls asleep.

“That’s good… and exhausting.” He’s starting to feel more at ease again. You seem to be distracted and not noticing how oddly nervous he’s been acting, or even if you did see, you let him have the upper hand.

“It is exhausting. But we’re gonna get through it. For Neron.”

He nods in agreement. “For Neron.”

Such a beautiful betrayal.

The next time you see EZ, a few days have passed. The whole MC knows about Neron’s death, but not you—not yet. He lets you live in a state of not knowing just for a few more minutes before he knocks on your door and gives you the information that will ruin your life. Oh, wait, he did that—he ruined it by choosing to protect himself, get rid of the snitch. Snitches end up in ditches—they were right.

He raises his fist, presses the buzzer, and he can almost hear the heavy pats of your feet as you rush toward the door. You open it and greet him with a smile. You’ve looked through the Judas beforehand—smart girl.

“EZ?” That carefree smile falters as you notice the seriousness decorating his face. Your hand grips the doorknob tighter, knuckles turning pale.

EZ sighs and hangs his head. “You need to sit down.”

“What the fuck happened?” you ask, but EZ doesn’t respond.

He turns you around, closing the door before gently pushing you towards the living room and the couch in the middle. You listen to him and sit down, waiting for him to speak. Your leg bounces up and down in worry. The dark thoughts swirling in your head make you want to crawl out of your skin.

EZ cuts straight to the point. He knows you’d only get furious if he tried to tread around the issue.

“Neron’s dead,” he says simply—as if to just get the words out of his mouth. They leave a foul taste on his tongue. He’s not even looking at you because he knows already how badly he fucked up. He can hear your heart breaking into a million pieces as your brain struggles to register that information.

When it finally hits you, you gasp trembly.

“No. No, he’s not,” you try to deny his words, shaking your head furiously. Tears are already building up in your eyes, and they’re falling down in waterfalls down your cheeks before EZ can reach to wipe them away.

“I’m so fucking sorry. It’s my fault.” He sits beside you and takes your hand, raising it to his lips. He leaves a kiss on every single tip of your fingers. “I killed him. It’s all my fucking fault.”

The sobs wreck through your body like a tsunami, and you drown beneath their intensity as you cradle your bump. You don’t even hear him. You refuse to hear him.

EZ wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you into his embrace, his hand cradling the back of your head as he pushes it to rest on his chest. He can’t look at you so broken—so destroyed.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

His other palm rubs your back up and down in a motion that is supposed to be soothing, but it doesn’t do shit to make it hurt less. You let him comfort you, giving into his embrace as you weep and clutch the back of his kutte in tight fists.

EZ sits that way with you for a while, rubbing your back and keeping you close. He doesn’t speak, only offers his presence and affection as comfort. He knows if he opens his mouth again, he’ll admit to what he’s done—this time for real.

“How am I supposed to go on?” You sob into his chest, your whole body trembling.

EZ just holds you tighter, his lips pressed to the crown of your head. “One day at a time.”

“I’m supposed to raise our daughter on my own? That’s so fucking cruel. Why did the world take him away from me?” your words are almost muffled as you get them out through the tears and sobs.

He looks down at you, his face etched with guilt. He’s glad your head is pressed to his chest and you can’t see it. You’d put the puzzle pieces together faster than he could mutter a single word.

He rubs his thumb back and forth between your shoulder blades. “I don’t know. But you’re strong. I know you’re strong enough to get through this.”

He puts on a facade before placing a hand under your chin and lifting it so you can look him in the eye. “I know you are.”

“No, Ezekiel, I’m not. I can’t do this,” you argue, shaking your head furiously. “I want him back,” you cry out, and it breaks his heart even more. It was his fault. He did this to you.

“I know. I know.” EZ says this over and over again, rubbing circles on your back.

He stays the night, cradling you in his arms as you sob and scream. And then he stays another night and another day keeping you company and helping with daily tasks. You don’t even realize that weeks have passed, and he’s still there when you wake up and when you go to sleep.

He’s there holding your hand when your little girl is born and when she says her first word. He never left, taking on the role of being a dad figure for your child. It felt wrong, but you never stopped him, either.

You didn’t stop him when one night his lips found peace pressed against yours and when he rolled on top of you, giving you pleasure you haven’t felt for a long while. You didn’t stop him when he moved in and became a constant presence in your baby’s life. Before you even knew it, she was calling him ‘papa.’ It made your heart clench painfully.

EZ took the opportunity and treated it as his only chance at redemption. He wanted to give you the life you wanted to have with the man he took away from you.

Sometimes the guilt was too much, and he had to leave for a few days to get it back under control. But he always came back.

He was good at lying, after all—lying with his hands covered in blood. Such a beautiful betrayal.

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[bumblesimagines]

"You're always so quick to defend them. What's the real reason behind your loyalty?"

"How convenient, showing up whenever they need you."

- EZ Reyes

"You're always so quick to defend them. What's the real reason behind your loyalty?"

"How convenient, showing up whenever they need you."

pronouns: they/them, gender neutral

You considered yourself to be rather laidback when it came to exes. You chose your partners carefully and deliberately, ensuring the relationship wouldn't end up being a waste of time. It's why you'd been so certain about Ezekiel Reyes.

The sweet, charismatic biker caught your eye the moment he'd sauntered into the courthouse as a prospect. He appeared humble and thoughtful, taking his duties as prospect seriously and often helping you tend to the bar whenever possible. You knew his past from the other members. A young man set on avenging his mom faced the consequences of accidentally shooting an officer. His story had been gut-wrenching and you sympathized with him.

But, as you looked through the trailer's window and watched him speak with Emily Galindo, you wondered if you had made the right choice.

"How convenient," You murmured as Ez entered the trailer and tossed his gloves aside. "Showing up whenever I need you."

"She has no idea it's your birthday, (Y/N). Don't be like that."

"Don't be like what, Ezekiel?" You snapped and he blinked, leaning back slightly at the irritated tone lacing your voice. Sally stirred beside you, a soft whine emitting from her throat. You ran your hand over her soft fur and inhaled sharply, attempting to ease your growing anger.

"Em's done nothing to you. I don't get why you hate her so much." You took another deep breath and rubbed the bridge of your nose at his words. For a guy known for his intelligence and quick-thinking, he sure was clueless when it came to his little ex.

"You're always so quick to defend her. What's the real reason behind your loyalty? Because that little blonde brat doesn't give a shit about you, Ez."

His brows knitted and a frown stretched out on his face. "Don't call her that-"

"Oh, my god." You breathlessly laughed and stood up, snatching your phone and wallet from the table. You shook your head, almost in disbelief, and faced him.

"If you want to be her little servant so badly, go for it. Don't come crying back to me when she keeps choosing her husband over you."

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Sinfully Delicious - An EZ Reyes/Reader Smut Short.

I was feeling a certain way about EZ all day, so now you can, too! Especially since people say there isn't enough in the way of stories about him out there, yet he remains one of my least reacted with smut subjects?! Anyway, hot filth below, so go enjoy!

Words - 836

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

EZ Reyes. He’s the only man who has ever had such a profound effect upon you, that just looking at him ignites your arousal. You can feel your cunt fluttering with the longing for him, to feel him, your skin craving the heat of his against it.

When you find yourself falling into fantasies, your body responds, just the very thought of him inside you making you wet, your inner walls aching, needing to feel his cock pushing into you deep.  

When you finally get him, you almost don’t know how to react, though. With your fantasy right there before you, kisses of scorching heat landing upon your mouth and his hand gliding up your bare leg, your brain goes to static completely.  

“Fuck,” he grunts, reaching the drenched fabric of your underwear. “You’re absolutely soaking.” His words are delivered on a hungry grunt, gently biting your lower lip with a groan, his fingertips fighting past the sodden garment to stroke your folds. “God, that feels so good and It’s only my fingers."

His touch glides over your clit, and you buck into his hand, gasping, EZ smiling against your lips. “That feel nice, beautiful? Yeah, is that how you want me to touch you, play with this pretty little clit until you come hard for me, hmm? Or do you need something inside of you?” His words have you mindless, only capable of using sounds, and he knows it, knows he’s winding you tightly. “Maybe I should give you both, huh?”  

Pushing you back against the counter he has you sitting upon, he pulls off your undies, lowering his head to your heat, his fingers pushing inside you as his tongue begins to lay licks over your aching bud, his breaths hot and sharp against you. “God, you taste amazing. So fucking sweet.”  

It burns golden through you, each lick firming, his fingers rooting deep as your cunt streams over them, his lips wrapping to suck upon you.  

“Oh, please don’t stop! Fuck, that feels so good!”  

He looks up at you, eyes gleaming. “Finally found your voice, huh? That’s good, cuz’ I’m all set to hear you wail pretty for me, beautiful.” When he sucks on you again, you do, your voice breaking on a cry, the lewd sounds of him feasting on your clit filling the air, peppered by his grunts. The squelch of his fingers pounding into your pussy overtakes the other noises, the erotic orchestra loudening, your nails dug into his thick shoulders as you mewl, your hips shaking violently.

He’s better than you ever could have dreamed of. 

“Fuck, I'm so fucking hard, baby. Let me give you my dick, right now. I gotta be in you,” he pants, the desire in his eyes meeting yours as you pull your dress and bra off, EZ shedding the rest of his clothes. A cock of impressive size bobs free of his jeans, the bunched fabric kicked from his ankles along with his white boxers.  

“Yeah,” you gasp, reaching for him, steering him to your streaming opening. “I need to have you in me just as badly.” He pushes, and with one fluid thrust, he’s filling you, your cry muted by his mouth, his hands grasping your thighs as you draw your knees up, that hot, veiny hardness inching into you deeper. His eyes fall down, your gaze following, watching at how the liquid silk of your cunt bathes his cock, glossing the dark skin, glinting over each ridge before it vanishes within you again.  

“Like how that big dick feels all up in you deep, querida? Fuck, you feel so good.” Once again, he has you rendered mindless, his mouth claiming yours in kisses gilded in honey and embers, his rhythm exquisite, giving you exactly what you need.

He drags your walls slow and hard, sparks scraping, the fill of him mind-melting as you clutch at his muscles, the chiselled bulk of him hotter than you could ever imagine.  

Adding speed, he meets your need with keen thrusts, filling you wholly, glimmers shooting through you as his hips rut you with force, mouth moving to kiss a constellation over your neck. He hits you at every angle and depth, so deep you feel as if galaxies are collapsing and igniting again within you, pleasure bursting over your nerves as you cry out ferally.  

“Come on, baby,” he pants, tongue swirling with yours, his nails digging into your flesh. “Let me feel this pretty little cunt come around me. Yeah, that’s it. Come all over my dick.”  

He fucks you in brutal frenzy, his trailer beginning to shake with the force of it, your nails clawing at his back as frost chills your blood, only for the flames of your undoing to melt it as your orgasm races through you. He twitches, teeth clamping onto your neck, spilling hot and deep within your fluttering walls, his groan all smoke and grit.  

How sinfully delicious it is, when fantasy lives up to reality.  

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[spaghettificationandpretzels]

And this one definitely gives me EZ Reyes vibes:

Person B does a spa day for person A

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Contains:Fluff

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EZ spends the day making sure you know how much he loves you.

You awoke to a note on your bedside table, "come and find me." EZ's handwriting made you smile, a little heart at the end of the words. You got up, threw on a dressing gown, and made your way through the house, meeting EZ in the kitchen, "what have you got planned today?"

He smiled, "well Mi corazón, you've been working so hard I figure you deserve a treat so I've planned you a spa day."

He took your hand and led you into the bathroom, "strip."

You giggled, "oh, is it that kind of treat?"

He shook his head, "no, I made a body mask for you, you don't need to lose the panties if you don't want."

You smiled, "what a gentleman." He helped you take off your night clothes before rubbing the mask over your skin, "it tingles?"

He nodded, "mint oil, it's a theme today."

"Oh really, you've been doing some research?"

He nodded with a smile, "mint oil is good for both hair growth and skin health, there's also fancy castor oil in the hair mask I made."

You smiled, "Jamaican black castor oil?"

He huffed, "that's it, the lady at the store said it was the best money can buy."

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, trying to avoid smearing anything on him, "you're very sweet EZ." Once that had sat for twenty minutes, he helped you wash it off, then filled the tub and directed you to rest your head over the edge.

"Tell me if I tug on anything yeah?"

You nodded as he wet your hair and combed it out, "of course." He took his time, making sure to stop and rub your scalp and neck as he went, when your hair was brushed out, he got a handful of the homemade mask and spread it through the strands, "mmmm, that feels nice."

He smiled, "does it? I made sure to only buy the best."

You giggled, "gee wiz EZ, what else do you have in store for me today."

"After this, I'm going to wash this out, then shampoo and conditioner your hair then fix your curls so they're perfect. Then I'm going to do your nail and after that, we're going to spend the rest of the day cuddling on the couch watching your favourite movies."

You smiled so big your face hurt, "what did I do to deserve all of this?"

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, "you didn't do anything other than be mine and that's good enough for me."

Fin

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[bullet-prooflove]

Fic Preview: Partners - EZ Reyes

“Imagine it was Angel.” You say carefully. “That Angel had paid off a debt you owed to the club, a debt that right now you can’t possibly afford to pay, imagine how that would make you feel.”

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[fckwritersblock]

Focus

Ez Reyes x Black Reader

Description: Drabble. I was literally listening to Chris Brown To My Bed

Don’t know what this is but…enjoy I guess lmao currently editing a few other one shots & catching up on the Mayans and when I looked up Ez was on my TV so. 

Everyone was drunk and shit and I was sick of their shit. The plus side no one seemed to be paying me any attention anymore. Pulling out my phone I searched for the number before sending a quick texting.

Come get me querida

I figured if I didn’t drive everybody might think I was knocked out in the trailer and leave me the fuck alone for a little bit. Angel would definitely take the hint if ot was locked. Not too long after that my phone buzzed with a response.

Why should I?

Y/n.

You’re no fun.

about 30 minutes after I sent that message I got another one tell me to come outside. I jogged out the door and hopped in her car before she could completely stop. Last thing I needed was for someone to see her and start asking questions. I was already in some shit, I didn’t need to add anything else to my plate.

“El presidente know you coming?" She smiled turning around to head back to her house.

This girl loved to tease me about this prospect shit. Got a shot in any chance ate got.

It’s ok though.

I got something for that ass tonight.

I rolled my eyes, "You know I don’t have to tell that man everything I do."

She laughed hard at me, "Yeah right. You on a time limit and everything now boo. You sure you ain't gotta be back at a certain time? Run some errands? Hold anybodys dick while they piss? Or did daddy say his little bitch can sleep over tonight?"

She started talking to me like I was a baby pinching my check with one hand after we pulled up to a red light. Y/n laughed as I swatted her hand away before I placed my hand on her thigh leaning in towards her ear, "Why you being funny?"

She swallowed hard, tightening her grip on the steering wheel as she pulled off. “Why you close for? I'm driving nigga you can't distract me."

Grinning I slid my hand up her thigh. I bit my lip at the fact that she was wearing a dress.

That's my girl, make that shit easy for me.

"Ez stop." She giggled, driving with one hand as she pushed

my hand away with the other.

"You don't forreal want me to." I glided my finger over the outside of her panties.

Lace.

My favorite.

Barely anything there.

They were that much easier to soak and and even easier to destroy.

"Ezekiel" She was breathing heavy, her eyes darting all over the place as if someone was watching her, "I can't focus baby."

I laughed, rubbing her pearl a lil bit harder as her legs slightly parted a bit more. I don’t even think she realized she was opening up for me. More like muscle memory.

"Better learn to control it baby, cuz I know you don't really want me to stop. In fact," I slid my fingers through the thin fabric, "Something is telling me you loving this shit ma."

She bit her lip to stop her moans from coming out. I rubbed my fingers around her clit, slipping all in her wetness.

"You're an ass..." She moaned out, her eyelids looking heavy. I could feel the slight roll of her hips in attempt to create more friction.

"You love it though," I dipped my digits inside her waterfall, "How wet this shit is, don't even try lying babe."

Y/n struggled to drive the rest of the way to her crib. I played around in her wetness, leaving her no choice but to enjoy it.

Soon as she stopped the car I leaned over to her, planting soft kisses on her neck.

She moaned out, turning the car off and opening her door but

not able to get out.

"Ez...." She rubbed the back of my head as I kissed on her neck,

"We gonna make it to the bed this time babe?"

She was practically putty in my hand.

I laughed in her necking, making her giggle, probably tickling a bit.

"You know we gon' try." I spoke into her ear.

Uh huh.

Yeah right.

Soon as we hit her front door we were all over one another.barely able to get the door shut.

"Ez please make it to the bed." She moaned into my mouth.

I laughed sliding my hands down her ass, picking her up and placing her on my waist.

"Where's the fun in the bed?" I joked, suckling on her neck, moving on down her chest.

"Have we ever done it in a bed Ez?" She leaned her head back

giving me more access to her body.

I laughed kicking her door open, "Hell if I know Y/n."

She bit her lip as I lowered her onto the edge of the bed. I smirked, hovering over her, easing my body down on hers.

She was already tryna pull my pants down with her feet before I could even get situated.

"Wait a minute baby," I started rising her dress up her body. "Now you know," I kissed her left thigh, licking circles to her panties, “I gotta eat it," I did the same exact thing to her right thigh, "Before I beat it."

#black!reader #black writer #black female reader #ez reyes #mayans mc #mayans mc imagine #angel reyes #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes x you #ezekiel reyes x reader #ezekiel reyes #mayans mc fanfic

[cloveroctobers]

Here you’ll find part ii. To my spring prompts. This will consist of all works written during the spring season of 2023 🦚🍃🪷

FEELS = Dante Torres > Series: Chicago PD + NBC

CHUCKY CHEESE = Barry > Series: OBX + NETFLIX

WORTH IT = Kiara Carrera > Series: OBX + NETFLIX

KEEP UP = Rio (platonic?!) x oc x Mick > Series: Good Girls + NBC

HOLD ME = Tommy Miller > Live Action Series : The Last of Us + HBO

ROSE COLORED LENS = Sarah Cameron > Series: OBX + NETFLIX

WATCH ME WORK = Carmy Berzatto > Series: THE BEAR + FX/HULU

BLACK MASCARA = Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes > Series: MAYANS MC + FX/HULU

BLOODWAR = Joel Miller > Series: The Last of Us (Live Action!) + HBO

SOUTHERN DELICACY = Rio x oc x Arman Morales > Series: Good Girls & The Cleaning Lady + NBC/FOX

DATING LAYLA = REQUESTED_ Layla Keating > Series: All American + The CW

TERMS & CONDITIONS = Angel Reyes x oc x Cane Tejada + FX/STARZ

PART iii.

#spring prompts #spring prompt #spring prompts 2023 #chicago pd x reader #dante torres x reader #obx barry #obx s3 #obx barry x reader #kiara carrera x f! reader #kiara carrera x reader #rio x reader #good girls nbc #mick good girls #Tommy miller x reader #tlou #sarah cameron x female reader #Sarah Cameron x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear fx #mayans mc #ez reyes x reader #joel miller x reader #tlou hbo #arman morales #the cleaning lady #Layla keating #Angel Reyes #cane tejada

[crimsonheart01]

Saturday June 11, 2022

+ FIC RECS MASTERLIST +

Apologies my loves for not doing a round up the last few weeks. I haven’t been reading a lot lately. I’ve been going through it. Here’re a few that I’ve read over the past few weeks. Some of these I’ve already reblogged but I’m trying to stay consistent with my own format! LMAO I’m such a mess!! 

If you read any of the stories on this list, please make sure to show love to the authors by liking and reblogging their content!

A reminder to everyone that my blog houses 21+ content. This post isn’t any different. I’m not adding in the specific tags or warnings for each rec here but know that they can house adult content as well.

✨ If you are under 21, please DNI.✨

1.  Prey by @toomanystoriessolittletime​

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

I don’t want to write too much here because I refuse to spoil this. You need to read it. YOU ABSOLUTELY NEED TOO. All the way to the absolute end. I need the sequel right now. As in, yesterday. This was too good. TOO GOOD. I will be waiting impatiently for the next installment because I NEED ANSWERSSSSSS!!!!!! 

2.   "You? You wanna tie me up?” by @imagineredwood​

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Fem!Reader

MAYANS FAM! OUR QUEEN IS AT IT AGAIN! SHE DID IT AGAIN! SHE NEVER MISSES! I DON’T EVEN LIKE ANGEL ALL THAT MUCH ANYMORE BUT HERE I AM SLIP SLIDING ALL OVER MY SEAT. I reblogged this a while back but I needed to add this one into the wrap up. It’s too good to not still be talking about it!!! 

3.   Ubiquitous by @darklordofthesimp​

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

This was the perfect amount of action, hurt, comfort, and angst. I can still feel my heart constricting with this one. The miscommunication, the way they’re both suffering and trying to heal themselves from losing the kid. Ugh, the little anecdote about the tools and the fact that Din bought them for our reader?!!!! Absolutely stunning. 

4.   Primroses: A Sign of Early Spring by @oonajaeadira​​

Pairing: Pero Tovar x Fem!Reader

The way this is written? I am weak in the knees. I felt every word in my bones. My entire body was tingling while reading this. The subtle anticipation. Ugh, fucking beautiful. The way this ends too!? Promises of finding one another in this life or the next? AHHHHHHHHHHHHH Soul Mates. THEY ARE SOUL MATES!!!!! 

5.   Not Yours by @crushed-pink-petals-writes​​​

Pairing: Manny x Fem!Reader x EZ Reyes

Phew, that’s really I can say about this one. P H E W ! Listen, EZ has never been it for me, but this dynamic? With our reader and Manny in the mix?! It’s juicy, with a capital J U I C Y! This is such a great start to an amazing series. Even if there’s no series involved, y’all gotta read this one. It has everything we love about Mayans in it. It’s perfect! 

#crims fic recs #din djarin #pero tovar #manny montana #ez reyes #angel reyes #din djarin imagine #din djarin imagines #pero tovar imagine #pero tovar imagines #manny montana imagine #manny montana imagines #ez reyes imagine #ez reyes imagines #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes imagines #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x fem!reader #din djarin x female reader #pero tovar x reader #pero tovar x f!reader #pero tovar x fem!reader #pero tovar x female reader #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes x female reader #ez reyes x f!reader #ez reyes x fem!reader #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes x f!reader

[imagineredwood]

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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#imagines #mayans imagine #mayans mc #ez reyes imagine #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes #valentines day drabble event #mayans fx

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Your Biker in Worn Leather

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader

Category: Angst/Comfort

Word count: 353

Summary: You call EZ to pick you up and his temper goes through the roof at the state you’re in.

Warnings: Mentions of cuts, scratches, and bruises

Part 2

Masterlist

Taglist

Gif is not mine. Credit to owner.

“Can you please come and get me?” Those words played on loop in EZ’s head, he couldn’t get the sound of your scared voice out of his head. You didn’t tell him what happened or if you were hurt, only where to pick you up from.

Ezekiel was quick to jump on his bike and speed to your location. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, mind racing a mile a second thinking about all the possible scenarios you could be in. By the time EZ finally found you on the side of the street, it was pouring rain and you had no rain coat or umbrella to shield you. As EZ took off his helmet and goggles, he noticed you were shaking and that’s when you immediately raced towards him, throwing your arms around his neck and clinging to him for dear life, not giving him the chance to get off his bike. EZ’s arms instinctively enveloped you in a tight embrace, his hand gently rubbing your back. Neither one of you cared that you were getting drenched and could possibly end up with a cold tomorrow. You needed him, his safety, his protection, and you needed him as close as possible. EZ allowed the hug to last a few more moments. “Let’s get you dry, okay?” He spoke softly, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

You nodded against his shoulder before pulling yourself out of his arms. As you did so, EZ caught sight of the state you were in, a busted lip, bruises decorating your arms, and a red cheek. EZ’s blood boiled more and more as he saw each bruise, scratch, and cut littering your body. “Who did this to you?” He blurted out, causing you to jump at his stern tone and clenched jaw. The movement didn’t go unnoticed. “I’m sorry, mi amor. I didn’t mean to scare you. Do you know who did this to you?” He apologized before asking again, this time in a calmer tone.

You knew exactly who did this, and you knew EZ would revel in setting the score.

General Taglist: @kmc1989

EZ Reyes Taglist: @zaenight

#ez reyes #ezekiel reyes #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes x you #ez reyes fanfic #ez reyes imagine #mayans mc #mayans #mayans fx #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc fan fiction #mayans mc imagine #your biker in worn leather #your biker in worn leather series

[bumblesimagines]

i thought you left.

i don't know what to say. this has never happened before.

thanks for patching me up.

- Ez Reyes

i thought you left.

i don't know what to say. this has never happened before.

thanks for patching me up.

pronouns: gender neutral, they/them

"Well, fuck."

Who would've thought that on a perfectly nice Friday evening, you'd answer the doorbell expecting to see a delivery driver only to see your ex-boyfriend standing there bloody and bruised. The very guy you'd last seen when they hauled him away in handcuffs for murder.

Ezekiel fucking Reyes.

You stared at him for a long moment, looking over the blood and slowly forming bruises on his face. A trickle of blood dripped down from his bloody nose, staining his kutte. Your eyes automatically drifted to the patch on the kutte. Prospect. That fucking idiot. No doubt he'd only recently gotten out of prison, and there was, a pretty little prospect for the Mayans.

"I thought you were smart, Reyes. Graduating with honors and all that. When the mighty fall, they really do take quite the tumble, huh?" Your arms crossed across your chest and you felt your jaw clenched. The only thing you saw when you looked into his was Emily and her stupid little smile. The little vixen that had snatched your best friend and boyfriend right from under your nose.

Ez winced and his honey-colored eyes turned downward. "I'm sorry... My bike has a punctured tire and your house was closest." He explained quietly. It surprisingly stung to hear his reasoning.

"I'll give Angel a call-"

"No, no, he'll make a big deal out of this."

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't blame him. You look shit." You spoke bluntly and a grin cracked on his face, though it only made him wince and hiss lowly. Rolling your eyes and moving aside, you motioned for him to step inside.

You gathered any and all medical supplies you had stored away and dumped them onto the small dining table, having Ez take a seat and tilt his head up while you worked. Spending so much time around Angel had taught you how to patch somebody up after a rough day and so you put your skills to work.

"You're unusually quiet." Ez said softly. "I expected a big lecture on fighting and driving motorcycles."

"I don't know what to say." You replied, focusing on a small cut on his red cheek. "This has never happened before. My exes don't usually show up at night looking for a doctor."

"I can start the small talk-"

"Don't."

"I thought you left. Angel said you left Santo Padre a year after..." Ez trailed off and you paused your movements, meeting his softened gaze. You weren't sure if he meant a year after dumping you or a year after getting locked up, but either way, his soft tone annoyed you. Your jaw clenched and you leaned back, flicking the damp cotton swab aside.

"Yeah, I went to school. I got engaged and when that went to shit, I came back. Now, I'm an event coordinator for a town that's slowly dying because of the little fucking cartel on our doorstep. But I'm sure you know all about that, prospect." You spat the word out as if it were venom and Ez immediately looked away from you, looking rather small for a man with manslaughter on his record.

"Thanks for patching me up." Ez muttered. "And... I'm sorry for everything."

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Four Roads to Heavenly Hell - An EZ Reyes/Reader, Angel Reyes/Reader, Bishop Losa/Reader & Gilly Lopez/Reader One Shot Story.

So yes, this is a beast of a one shot and I am absolutely knackered after writing it, lmfao! I’m posting and going to SLEEP! My brain aches! Enjoy, besties!

Words - 4,216

Warnings - FILTHY smut below the cut, four dudes running train on reader, minors DNI!

You told him to be careful.

You begged him not to get out of the car and give them attitude.  

He didn’t listen, which is what led to this, sitting around a large table within the clubhouse of the Mayans MC, four stern looking members glowering right at your boyfriend, the president sitting at the head of the table, his eyes combing over your boyfriend, his VP standing behind him, a large gun jammed against the side of his neck.  

“All of this could have been avoided,” the handsome man begins, picking up his shot of tequila and sinking it, continuing to stare dangerously. “I think you know that now, don’t you?”  

Your boyfriend is silent, the VP pushing his gun harder against his neck. “Answer him.”

“Yes, yes I do.”  

“Not only do you cut us off, then fuck with us, trying to knock two of my guys off their bikes, but then, you don’t even have the sense to apologise and drive off. Nope, you had to try and act like the tough guy, likely showing off in front of your girlfriend. At least she had the sense to tell you to leave it alone and just apologise. It’s a shame you didn’t listen to anything other than your ego. For that, we’re gonna punish you.”

Hearing that causes a chill of frost to surge through your veins, the president noticing your body stiffen, his eyes moving from your boyfriend as he looks at you, smiling widely suddenly, his tongue wetting his top lip as his eyes sweep over you. The action makes you settle a little, but still, your brain is speeding through all of the scenarios likely to befall your boyfriend as punishment. None of them are good, because nothing good comes from fucking with a bunch of outlaws.  

“No, no, please, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry,” your boyfriend begins, the president laughing darkly, his perfect, white teeth gleaming in the low light of the room.

“Oh, now you’re sorry, huh?”

The tallest of them, a gorgeous man with raven black hair snorts softly, pouring himself a shot of tequila and sinking it. “They always are, a half hour too late.”

“Any thoughts, EZ?” the VP asks, shifting his weight to the other foot, the gun still pressed firmly.  

The handsome man leans back in his chair, running two fingers over the corners of his moustache and down over his chin, his nails scratching at the short, nearly trimmed hair there as his eyes once again flit to you. “I do, Bish.” He rises from his seat, slowly walking around the table until he reaches you, extending his hand. “Come on.”

“No,” you immediately sob, beginning to quiver with fear.  

“Please, please!” your boyfriend pleads. “Don’t hurt her, she didn’t do anything!”

The president turns to him. “I know she didn’t do anything, and I’m not going to hurt her.” Glancing back at you, he jerks his head back softly. “C’mon, baby. Nothing bad will happen. I swear to you.”  

You still don’t believe him despite his reassurance, being led around to the head of the table, his big hands bracketing your waist and lifting you up, seating you atop the shiny wood. You’re still shaking, wondering what is about to happen, your fate now tied in with your boyfriend’s punishment, it would seem. Your eyes dart over to him, but this time, you’re angry. Angry that because of his actions, you are the one who’ll be paying the price. All because he had to be an asshole. 

“Hey.” A gentle hand touches to your cheek, turning your head. “Look at me, there you go. I meant it, nothing bad is gonna happen to you, I swear it. Your boyfriend, though? He’ll wish he never fucked with us, after he’s watched me lay you back on this table and fuck you right in front of him.”  

“No! Please don’t do that, don’t rape my girlfriend!” he squeals, getting up, the VP’s hand cuffing his shoulder and pushing him back down into his seat. EZ turns to him, beginning to grin.  

“I’m not gonna rape her, bro. I ain’t that kind of man. Believe me, your girl will consent.” You get the distinct impression that something worse will befall your boyfriend if you don’t, but yet when he focuses on you once more, the way he looks at you evokes a pleasant bloom in your tummy. “You hear that, beautiful? Told you, nothing bad will happen, I want you to know that, alright?”  

You nod, yet you’re still terrified.  

“My name’s EZ, and you?”

“(Y/N)”

He grins, reaching to stroke your neck, his mouth nearing your ear. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” His lips land in a soft kiss against the side of your neck, his tongue touching in a featherlight lick, another kiss following. “Relax, querida. I promise, I’ll make sure you love every last second of this.” His hands touch to your legs, the action making you jump. “Shhh, don’t be nervous.” Another kiss presses your throat, the hands resting on your thighs coaxing them to part gradually, yours grasped on the edge of the table in a white-knuckle grip.

You glance at your boyfriend, his face a picture of horror and disbelief, EZ turning your head back to him. “Just look at me, baby girl. Yeah, that’s it.” His mouth then meets yours softly, the kiss chaste to begin with, his body moving between your thighs, the action which prompts it to deepen, your lips parting, allowing the intrusion of his tongue into your mouth to press and roll against yours.

Warming to it, your hands slacken their grip, enjoying the way he kisses you, although it throws up conflict, feeling your boyfriend’s stare boring into the side of your head, not wanting to let yourself get carried away, not wishing to hurt his feelings any more than they already will be at being forced to watch another man have sex with you. However, a little voice in a far-flung corner of your mind whispers to you, telling you that if he got you into this mess, in a situation that truly could have resulted in you being hurt, then why not enjoy yourself a little?  

Letting go of the table, you rest your hands to his chest, stroking, the feeling of hard muscles beneath causing heat to mist at your apex, your legs wrapping around him, his hands clutching at the soft of your thighs as he moans faintly against your tongue.  

“Yeah, you want me, don’t you?” he whispers quietly, his hands coming to stroke your face as you bite your lip, your eyes giving him all the permission he seeks as he reaches beneath your dress, grasping your undies and pulling them off.  

“She didn’t say yes! She didn’t!” your boyfriend protests, EZ rapidly drawing his gun as he lunges forward.  

“Yeah, she did. Now, you sit down and watch me take care of her. You never know, you might learn something.” His words are cocky, and a little part of you wants to laugh, EZ seeing it in you as he grins, putting his gun away and kissing you wantonly, grasping your dress and pulling it over your head, your bra cast off with equal swift deftness. You’re shy of being nude in front of four men you’ve never met before, until their words make you settle instantly.

“Damn, that’s a beautiful body,” the tall guy with the black hair praises, his eyes raking over you, the big, bald man he’s talking and drinking with giving you an equally approving look.  

“Beautiful tits, querida.” He winks, throwing back a shot, he and the black-haired guy continuing to converse quietly as your focus returns to EZ, who kisses your neck, murmuring in your ear, exalting your beauty before he sits down, shuffling the chair closer to table, pulling your body near to the edge. He spreads your thighs, taking a look at you closely, the hunger in his eyes burning before he dips his head, kissing your pubic mound a few times, his tongue rolling through your folds.  

A soft exclamation flutters from your throat, the warmth of his tongue instantly searing, your pulse quickening when you hear him rumble a quiet moan. Each lick parts the petals of your cunt, and when his tongue seeks your clit, you whimper, wet warmth circling slowly, his lips gently closing to suck, alternating until the noises he draws from you louden, your cadence sweet as he laps at the nectar of you.

You can feel the horrified stare of your boyfriend as he watches you enjoying it, but you don’t dare turn your head to view it, or let him see the desire in your eyes, stirred by the man who currently has a mouthful of your pussy, his tongue laying long, slow licks against you, driving cool fire over your very bones.  

“Mmm, right there?” he asks, a flat lick making your clit bounce.

“Ahh, yes!” you cry, panting, your hands reaching to grasp his head, your hips rising off the table, EZ continuing delighting you with those firm licks, the sizzle of sensation sharp rooted and twisting a coil within you, your bud swelling against the unrelenting heat of his mouth.  

He pauses for a second, kissing your inner thigh before turning his head. “Does she moan this pretty for you, bro?” Every man in the room who isn’t your boyfriend laughs, EZ looking up at you with a wink before continuing to lick you like you are ripe, summer fruit, his talented mouth working the bliss potently as your back arches, your nails dragging his scalp, unsure whether it’s too much or not enough.  

He conjures little bursts of magic to snap down your spine, grinning against your soaking folds as his tongue becomes rapid at your bud, forcing a wail from you, glimmers rolling through your walls, walls that beg to feel his cock parting, such is the absolute splendour of his mouth upon you.  

“Oh god, that feels so fucking good!” you can’t help but grit, EZ emerging from between your legs, licking the gloss of your arousal from his lips, grinning as he unbuckles his jeans.

“I’d have eaten you all night long, querida, but fuck. I gotta be inside that pretty little pussy right now.” He pulls a condom from his kutte, slipping his jeans and boxers to his thighs, a long, thick cock springing free. Your eyes light up as you watch him roll the condom on, excited at the fact this is the first big dick you’ve gotten to enjoy in a while, EZ moving between your legs and kissing you with smouldering heat.

The bulbous head of him snags at your opening before gliding in, a gasp fluttering over your lips as your tongue battles with his, drawing a sumptuous groan from him as you yield to his length, sheathing him well, his strokes slow and contained, pushing you back against the table, his hands holding your legs spread as he watches your wet little hole swallowing his cock whole.  

Your nerves sing in symphony as he spreads you, dragging your walls with biting pleasure, the pressure of him within you perfect, your mouth falling open. Little cries leave your throat, EZ’s hands sliding down over your nakedness to grasp your thighs, holding you as he begins to rail you against the table, a few more inches of him slipping in as your cunt becomes wetter and more supple against the deep punch of him.  

You tremble as lightning crackles beneath your skin, the pleasure searing right to your marrow, his dark eyes fixed on you as he smiles, watching you falling apart for him. “Yeah, look at you, enjoying the fuck out of my dick.” His turns to look at your boyfriend, smirking widely. “And all you had to do was admit you’re a dickless jackass and apologise, and you’d have saved yourself all this. Although, I’m pretty sure your lady is glad you didn’t right now.”  

And as you feel him speed up, his hands clutched tight upon your thighs, you are glad, because god, the way he fucks you. He leaves you wanting more as your bodies race to culmination, his thrusts becoming staccato as he grits curses, his eyes closing tightly as he pounds into you, a torrid chill of heat flooding your veins as you wail, coming hard around the rapidity of his cock as it jerks and spills, leaving you breathless.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” he pants, pulling you up to kiss you, gently sliding from within the trembling clasp of your cunt, pulling the condom off and rearranging himself back into his jeans and boxers, noting the hunger in your kisses.

“Uh huh,” you gasp, giggling softly.

“Didn’t quite dampen your fire though, did it?” You shake your head, kissing him again. “Anyone else want a crack at this insatiable little thing?”  

“Oh yeah,” the man to your left immediately speaks, EZ giving you one last kiss before trading places with him.  

“Have at it, Bish.” He then sits down to the side of the table, not obscuring your boyfriend’s view. “Damn, your girl has a fuckin’ sweet pussy. I’d apologise if me and my guys are gonna wreck sex with you for her one by one, but nah. You deserve it.” While EZ laughs at the look he’s given in return, your attentions are captured by the gorgeous guy before you, his smirk entertained.  

“Well, ain’t you gorgeous, sweetheart,” he rumbles, pulling his cock out, whistling to EZ sharply and holding out his hand. The president roots around in his kutte and passes him a condom, Bish nodding in thanks, pulling it on and parting your thighs wider before he sinks himself into you with a grunt, his head dipping to lay kisses over your chest as you sigh with gratification. He isn’t as big as EZ, but god, what a beautiful cock. “Mmm, I’m gonna enjoy this.”  

Your body moulds to his, the leather of his kutte offering delicious friction as your pebbled nipples rub against it, one hand clutching the table, the other wrapping around his neck as you meet his thrusts, bouncing against him, the roll of your hips taking him all the way up into you. Each thick vein gives the most incredible stimulation as your walls clench around him, your tongues entwined as you pant against one another, your nails raking at the nape of his neck.  

“Yeah, fuck me.” You purr, and oh, how he does. You’re two amazing cocks past even noticing that your boyfriend is still in the room, continuing to look on in disbelief, seeing you getting so into it. Your eyes couldn’t be torn away from the lustful intensity that Bish stares at you with, though, not for anything, his teeth biting your lower lip between magmatic kisses, his big, rough hands kneading your tits as his hips rock into you, fucking into the sodden clasp of your cunt with hard snaps.

He has you cresting with a scream, your nails ripping at the back of his neck as he lines you up only to topple you completely, his cock twitching through each raspy grunt, resting his forehead to yours as he grins.  

“Damn, that girl can take a fuckin’ pounding, shit!” the guy with the black hair remarks, raising an eyebrow, winking at you. “Oh, honey, you gon’ get it hard when you get to me.”  

The huge bald guy snorts. “Yeah, you goin’ last, homie. You ain’t ruining her with the widower maker you got in your pants.”  

He smirks, sinking a shot. “Don’t be jealous, Gilly.”

Your eyebrows flutter. “Widower maker? Should I be scared?”

“Yes,” comes the joint reply of EZ, Bish and Gilly.  Immediately, you look back at him, watching him grin as he scratches his beard.  

“Yeah... you won’t be able to stand up after I’m done.” The wink he follows it with has your stomach rolling over pleasantly, but you’re too preoccupied by Gilly moving to you to give it much more thought, being handed a shot before he lowers his head to suck your nipples with a hungry groan, his mouth finding yours, kissing you with the kind of skill that makes your pulse throb, his hand sliding down your body, thumb pressing against your clit and beginning to circle.  

Sparks crackle through you as you suck his tongue, your arousal gleaming once more at the fresh contact against your aching bundle, while you look over at EZ and raise your eyebrows.  

“Jesus fucking Christ, what am I, a goddamned vending machine?” His mutter has you giggling, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a handful of condoms, scattering them on the table. “Something tells me you’re gonna use all of them with us, am I right?”  

Picking one up, you rip it open with your teeth. “Oh yeah. Unless big guy over there ruins me, but even then, we got all night.”  

You boyfriend sits up, a spluttered exclamation of ‘What?’ leaving his mouth, EZ pressing his boot to his chest and shoving him back in his chair. “Yeah, I doubt she’s still your girl, mano. Still don’t mean you get to leave, though.” The guys laugh as you pull the condom from the packet, Gilly letting his jeans fall as you eye his cock, placing the little roll of latex against your lips, and then hopping off the table to roll it down over him with your mouth.  

“How’d you want me, big fella?” you purr, kissing the side of his tattooed throat once you’ve straightened again.  

“Turn over, ass up.” You oblige, his big hand striking your cheeks in turn before he pulls you back, pressing your entrance and shunting forward, filling you instantly. There’s no slow build with him, he’s ravenous from the get-go, pounding into you as he spanks your ass, the wide drag of his cock sending pulses through your walls, the coil within you beginning to wind on itself like an angry serpent as you cry out.  

His hands grip your hips hard, his fingertips pressing into your bones as a slight tilt of his hips sends him a fraction deeper, hitting something within you that has you pulsing around him as your thighs quiver, sweat slick over your spine as you begin to pant hard, looking over at the gorgeous guy who is set to finish you, making a motion with your finger.  

“C’mere,” you pant, watching him sink a mouthful of tequila from the bottle before he saunters over, seating himself on the table and lying back, his head beneath yours. “Couldn’t wait.” Leaning to him, you begin to kiss, those kisses like honey dripping over a blade, sweet and sharp, full of longing. He’s the one you’ve had your eye on from the beginning, hoping that somehow, once your nerves had calmed, things would end up how they have and eventually, you’d get to enjoy him as well.  

Your body is sore and tired, but you’re far from done being passed around like some kind of outlaw fuck toy, Gilly spanking your ass hard as he moves into you like a piston, your kisses with the man below you gaining heat as you stroke his neck, one of his hands moving to fist in your hair as he moans into your mouth.  

“Don’t you fuckin’ be distracting her up there, Angel,” Gilly pants, a particularly hard shunt into you making you whine helplessly, lightning flickering your spine.  

“Nah, bro. Just being soft with her before I fucking break her goddamned back.” And his name is Angel? Seems much more demonic than his name would suggest, his mouth returning to yours, his other hand playing with your tits as your inner walls begin to clamp onto the cock splitting you wide, milking Gilly of his release as yours floods through you, the tingles lapping in waves right to your fingers and toes.  

As soon as he’s slid from within you, Angel hauls himself onto the table properly, his big body covering yours, your hands savage at him, yanking in his hair, nails clawing at his neck, unfastening the buttons of his shirt rapidly, needing to feel male flesh against yours, since the other three remained almost fully clothed. His chest is a feast of well-defined muscles and smooth skin, his weight crushing your body to the hard wood beneath you, his kisses predatory, your hands slipping between you to unfasten his belt.  

“Yeah, want me to ruin you, beautiful?”

Your head dips, your teeth biting his neck where the short hair of his beard trails to. “Yes. Right now.”

Your demand is met by another blazing kiss, his hand reaching out and snatching a condom from the table, tongue licking between your tits as he moves back to his feet. You move after him with hunger, unzipping his jeans, your hand delving within to grasp what you can see bulging through the black denim, your mouth falling open. Your fingers don’t even close around it, and when you run your hand up to the head...

“Holy shit, where does it end?!”  

Your exclamation has the guy's guffawing.

“Told you,” Gilly nods. “Widower maker.”

“I think we’ve proved our point, so we’ll get rid of the distraction for you, sweetheart,” Bishop then speaks, hauling your boyfriend out of the chair he’s been held at gunpoint in, snorting with laughter. “Not that he’s been much of one with us here to take care of you, pretty girl.”  

You don’t even turn around, Angel shedding the rest of his clothes before pulling the condom on, a shiver running through him as he watches you stroking your clit, bringing your wet fingers to his mouth and sliding them over his beautiful lips. He sucks them, biting down hard before picking you up, and then literally dropping you down on what can only be described as a third leg. Wow.  

You stretch around him, your mouth falling open as he secures a strong arm around your waist, his other free to lay hard, repetitive spanks against your ass as he begins to bounce you on the hugest cock you’ve ever had inside of you, hanging onto him as you wail, muted only by his mouth returning to yours, kissing you with unbridled want.  

Each spank of his hand hurts, your body tender already from the three men who came before him, but your nerves sparking like he’s the first, glimmers shocking you, dancing upon your bones, mingling with your very marrow, Angel moving rapidly to cage you against the nearest wall, his hands slipping down to grip your thighs as he ploughs into you savagely. Oh god. He’s a beast, his groans all grit and sin as he lays bites along your jaw, his cock so heavy in you, you feel as if you’re taking an entire storm within, thunder rolling through your groin as he pounds you until you scream.

He slows a little then, letting you enjoy the humongous length of him dragging your walls, lighting you up, your soaking cunt fluttering on him as he rolls his hips up into you in slow, delicious rhythm, tongue circling with yours.  

“Fuck, you take a dick so goddamned well, querida.”  

Why yes, even you yourself are impressed at how well you’ve managed so far that evening, definitely glad that he was the last in line, because boy, you know you’ll be ruined after him. His groans are long and heated as a bonfire of pleasure crackles up your spine, Angel beginning to arrow into you faster once more. You can feel his abs tensing against you, his pubic bone grinding against your clit, sending a hail of pleasure pelting beneath your skin, your kisses messy and filthily indulgent as smoky groans temper the air.  

Your veins are warmed by the unrelenting, sharp waves of pleasure as you both chase the swell of release, your body sweat slick and heaving into his, until you feel it winding like a summer tempest, and when it hits, cracking through you like ice over a frozen lake, Angel railing into you with a string of expletives as he follows you into tumbling, surging bliss.  

“Yeah, yeah you were right,” you pant, your head thudding back against the wall. “You ruined me. I need a drink, a shower and a nap.”

He carries you back over to the table, gently lifting you from his cock and seating you upon the cum stained wood, pulling the condom off as he catches your eyes in a gaze. “I can make all three of those things happen for you.”  

You started out the night being scared of where you’d end up because of the Mayans. By 2am, you’re shower fresh and in bed curled around the one who wrecked you in the sweetest way possible. The other three, they were amazing, wonderful, hot as hell encounters, but never to be enjoyed again. Why? Because Angel doesn’t actually let you leave his house until you tell him you’re his girl.  

It’s perhaps not a story you plan on telling your grandchildren, but definitely one you’ll never forget.

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A Gentle Kind Of Love Masterlist

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Contains: Fluff, angst, longing, pining and yearning, Angel being a shit-stirrer, Manny being dumb, cats, violence, mentions of drugs and drug addiction, shooting and death, Canche, smut. There will be more, and I'll do my best to tag chapter by chapter, please don't hesitate to tell me if I've missed something.

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More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is. Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical/forensic💉 Triggering material🚩

You and Coco meet overseas when you are doing aid work. When you move to Santo Padre to settle down, your life changes forever when you and Manny strike up a friendship.

Part One - Oh Hello❤❤😨

Part Two - There's Gotta Be Some Butterflies Somewhere.😨❤❤

Part Three - Been Known in is Aching😨❤😨❤

Part Four - On Yearning❤😨😨

Part Five - Like Real People Do😨❤😨❤

Part Six - I Adore You😨❤💦

Epilogue - Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago❤💦❤💦

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Shadow of a Broken Heart - EZ Reyes x Reader

Summary: Losing someone you love exposes the darkest side of what your friend is capable of. A broken heart opens a path for a twisted mind.

Word count: 1,4k+

Pairing: Platonic! Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes x Female! Reader; mentioned! Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas x Reader

Warnings: SPOILERS for Mayans MC season 5, mayans mc typical warnings, pure angst

A/n: Another angsty piece for EZ because I’m never forgiving him for what he did to Neron. Enjoy the heartbreak and please reblog if you liked it!

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A tense and heated silence fills the vehicle, your breathing deep and steady as you stare at the trailer ahead. Your knuckles are tight and white, your grip on the gun firm. With each breath, the weight of your grief and your need for vengeance grows, fueling your resolve.

You won’t let your loved one’s death go unpunished; EZ is going to pay the ultimate price for taking away his life. He’s going to die at the hands of his own friend, feeling betrayed just like Neron did. There was no way you’d let him go out easily after what he’s done.

As you let out a deep breath, your grip on the gun tightens even more. Your eyes are locked on your target’s home. Your mind is a vortex of emotions and thoughts—the sound of your heartbeat is deafening.

The tension is palpable as you wait, steeling yourself for the moment ahead. You are ready. You are prepared to carry out your vengeance, hoping for the sweet release of the overwhelming weight of your grief and anger that have been crushing you for the past few weeks.

You make sure the safety is on before you stick the gun beneath the waistband of your jeans. While it is still concealed, you can feel it pressed against your spine, the cold, metallic sensation of the firearm sending a chill down your spine.

Your heart is still pounding, your body tensing at every tiny sound, each muscle coiled and ready to strike. But your mind is calm and focused, determined to do what you came here for.

You jump out of the car, and your boots hit the dry earth below with a dull thud. The cool night air is a slight relief from your hot, boiling emotions. You straighten up as you leave the door open, afraid of making too much noise.

You reach the trailer, hesitating for a moment as your raised fist hovers over the plastic surface of the door. You stop your racing mind and bring your hand down, knocking gently.

The knock, even so quiet, reverberates throughout the night on the quiet street as you stand motionless, waiting to see if anyone will open the door—if your thirst for EZ’s blood will be satisfied.

You all but exhale when you hear the creaking of the floor inside. The steps get closer and closer then finally, Ezekiel Reyes inches the door open, peeking through the small gap.

You play the game and drop your shoulders with a defeated shrug. The bags under your eyes and the sadness of your frown are convincing enough for EZ to open the door fully. You force your eyes to tear up just like you did when you were a kid and your mom didn’t want to buy you ice cream. It looks real—believable.

The man you once considered a brother steps aside to let you in. He closes the plastic door as you look around the trailer. You knew beforehand Sofie had received an emergency call from her coworker asking for her assistance on the night shift. You were glad you bumped into Bottles, and he let the information slip.

You sit on the bed and put your head in your hands—elbows digging into the flesh of your thighs as you fake a sniffle. “I miss him so much, EZ. I don’t think I can go on much longer,” you mumble out, your voice breaking slightly.

You are amazed at just how good you’re at this because the dark-eyed man squats in front of you without a second thought. He places his large hands on your knees as he tries to look you in the eyes. You want to dig his eyes out and leave them hanging out of the sockets just by the nerves.

“I know it’s painful,” he says softly, and you let him guide your arms down. His skin touching yours makes you want to spit in his face.

“I’m like a fucking shadow without him. A shadow of a broken heart.” You clench your eyes shut as you let the tears spill down your cheeks, the black mascara leaving traces on your skin. “I’m nothing without him. I don’t know who I am or what I am supposed to do,” you sob, the words sound almost choked out. You’re telling the truth this time; you don’t even have to force it—the words spilling out of your mouth, the pain behind them, honest.

He hushes you, bringing your hands to his lips so he can kiss your knuckles in hopes of soothing you. You look into his eyes, searching for some glimmer of understanding, some shred of reason behind the betrayal. You’re desperate to find a tiny piece of remorse or guilt in them. But you know eyes can only say so much. His dark irises give away nothing, his gaze cold and indifferent—devoid of the warmth and patience he pretends to hold for you, lacking the Reyes’ love you had once come to know.

Your heart sinks, and you suddenly understand the truth. Your “friend” is no longer the person you once knew and trusted. He’s not the sweet prospect that always listened to your ramblings when you visited the clubhouse. He’s not the man that spent days with you just because Neron was sent on a long mission and you were drowning in worry.

You don’t know this man who kneels before you now and pretends to be your friend. He became a completely different person, someone that you can no longer trust or rely on. It is a devastating reality, and the pain of betrayal cuts even deeper into your heart—it claws at it and leaves marks that’ll never heal.

You know he doesn’t even slightly feel threatened by your presence. If he had reservations when he opened the door, they evaporated just as quick as you stepped foot into the trailer. You were just a woman, a creature smaller and weaker than a man like him. There was nothing about you that screamed danger. He allowed himself to drop his guard down—a mistake he’ll pay for.

“Don’t give up. One day you’ll wake up, and it won’t hurt anymore. You’re gonna get through it.” As your name leaves his lips after his empty promise—you almost shudder. He stands up and kisses the crown of your head—the nausea his touch draws out of you keeps growing. “Do you want to stay at the clubhouse tonight? I can keep you company. Maybe we can finish a bottle of tequila like in the good old days,” he offers.

You want to believe he’s genuine so badly. You want Neron back. You want your friend—the good version of Ezekiel Reyes—back. But deep down, you know you already made peace with the fact that it’ll never happen, that it’s time to say goodbye to both of them before they’ll drag you down with them.

You agree with a simple nod of your head and let EZ pull you to your feet and out of the trailer. He walks ahead, spinning the keys to the clubhouse in his fingers as he whistles a tune under his nose. You follow him, heart palpitating. You have to do it now, or you’ll lose your bravery.

Ezekiel looks back at you when you reach the door to the clubhouse, his eyes studying you. For a second, a fear pops into your head that maybe he’s well aware of the plan you made up in your head, and he’s just toying with you, but it disappears instantly when the man turns away and jabs the key into the keyhole.

You don’t wait. You pull the gun out of your waistband and stand behind him, raising it to his head. Your fingers pop the safety off, and you watch as EZ freezes, his shoulders tensing.

“You were like a family to me,” you mumble out, feeling the tears gathering in your eyes. You know if you give him a few more minutes, the shock will wear off, and he’ll overpower you in an instant, slapping the gun straight out of your hands. “I hope Neron doesn’t give you a second of peace down there, you lying piece of rat shit.”

Your fingers are steady as you pull the trigger. The shot reverberates through the night as the blood and brain tissue splatter on your face. The man in front of you takes his last breath as he falls face-first onto the wooden floor with a loud thud. You kick him in the ass for good measure before you turn away and jump down the steps, leaving him on the doorstep of his beloved club. When his brothers find his body the next morning, you’ll be long gone, somewhere far away from Santo Padre.

You don’t feel the sweet relief you hoped for.

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Netflix and Chill

Ezekiel "Ez" Reyes x black/poc reader

Warnings: Fingering, bodily fluids, sprinkles of Soft!Dom Ez, slighty submissive reader, some praise kink

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: Hello, it is I, your local writer that has only written like 4 things in the span of like a whole year. I know I make empty promises, saying that I'll be posting soon and never do, but alas, I've made good on this one, AND it's a long one lmao. If you've stuck around this long, here you go, an offering of my mediocre work. Yes, the self-deprecation is an attempt to gain many complements that I will secretly feed off of as I openly reject every last one of them—blame it on my sag moon lol.

Anyways, as always I've written something completely self indulgent with my husband Ez Reyes, so please enjoy.

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As they shuffled out, goodbyes and thank yous filled your home, reaffirming that your cookout was a hit today. You could feel Ez behind you, saying his farewells to his brothers and friends too, his body close but not touching yours; that seemed to be the nature of your budding relationship—close, but never really touching. You turn to him as the last few shuffle out, feeling his breath on your skin as you turn your head.

"Do you want to stay a bit longer?" It would only be the third time the two of you were truly alone with just each other; the first time was at your home when you cooked him dinner, the second at his trailer when he attempted to cook you dinner, and now again at your home. Your question was soft and full of hope, the nerves in your tummy always present whenever you spoke with the man that seems to steal the breath from your lungs with just a smile. 

"Yeah, I'd like that," a mirroring smile spreads on your face as you see his signature charming grin. You can barely maintain eye contact, turning back to your exiting guests. The butterflies in your tummy turn into full on tornados at the thought of getting to spend more time with him—especially alone. 

Ez was beyond dreamy, quite addicting if you were honest. You had two degrees from prestigious schools, owned your own home (with a pool, no less), owned a luxury car, paid your own bills, worked as an entrepreneur with a successful all-female business—the quite literal definition of a strong independent woman—and yet here this man you've known for a mere six weeks can reduce such a woman to a lovesick 13 year old girl with just his presence. Each day you awaited that natural comfort to replace the giddy nerves that you felt with him, but with the way Ez made a game of seeing how many times he could make your face flush and turn away with a lip biting smile, you're sure that day will never come. 

He lived for it: the heating of your flesh, the slight reddish tint that would creep up your brown skin, the shy smile pulling on your lips that you try to stop with a sexy lip bite, the way you look at either your hands or honestly anything that isn't him. He loved the effect he had on you, and he was sure if you weren't so consumed with your own thoughts and feelings, you'd see that you held the same power over him, if not stronger. 

As you close and lock the door, you rest your back against it for a second, a loud sigh escaping your lips as the end of the night starts to dawn on you. You open your eyes to see Ez leaning against the adjacent wall. You maintain eye contact for a moment, following the magnetic pull to him with a smile to match his. You stand close to him, body almost brushing his as you will yourself to maintain eye contact, his arm finally pulling you in for that last inch. Your hands go to his broad shoulders, finally touching him how you wanted to all day, his first move helping you make yours.

"Today was nice, I loved meeting all of your friends." You smile up at him, your fingers settling on the back of his neck, nails scratching at the low faded hair there.

"I liked meeting your friends too. And everyone loved you, especially Pop. He's like Angel, they're not good with people, so that's a good thing." A proud smile pulls at your lips at the thought of his father approving of you. You haven’t spent any one on one time with his family yet, but today was a nice way to break the ice. You went out of your way to interact with the older gentleman, not wanting him to feel outcasted amongst the younger crowd.

"I need to shower, the smell of chlorine is giving me a headache," your face scrunches for emphasis. "I'll be back in a bit, and then we can watch a movie and hang out, okay?" 

"Yeah, sounds good. I think I'll take one too, does it matter which guest room?" You shake your head, telling him to take his pick. You reluctantly pull away from him, having spent all day seemingly apart from him and now you have to add on an extra 25 minutes, it seemed criminal. You move towards your bedroom, willing yourself to not turn around for another glance at him; acutely aware of the rate of your breathing and the speed of your steps, not wanting to start skipping with glee. 

Your mission in the bathroom is steadfast, wanting to be quick and efficient so that you can be back out with Ez as soon as possible. Usually after a long day, a thoroughly hot shower would be in order, maybe even a relaxing bath. You sigh at the fact that you need to wash your hair, feeling annoyed with your curls and the fact that it's going to set you back time wise as you try to detangle. After dealing with your hair as quickly as you could, you scrubbed away the chlorine and sweat of the day, the smell of peaches filling the room instead. 

Wrapping a towel around yourself, you make your way out to the bedroom grabbing a bottle of whipped shea butter, giving it an agitated shake to get the thick moisturizing cream out. Everything seemed to take forever, as if the universe wanted to steal all of your time with him. You do your best to apply the lotion, knowing you missed a few spots in the process, putting on a shirt and sleep shorts as you hurry to the bathroom. You pull the t-shirt off your head to let the damp hair fall out, trying to decide what the best way to get your hair under control in the least amount of time would be. You decide two braids on either side of your head would be best, grabbing your wide tooth comb and some leave-in conditioner. 

After a battle with your hair, impatiently brushing your teeth, and double checking you applied deodorant, you eagerly make your way out to the living room. A freshly showered Ez was sitting on the couch, a white beater adorning his large torso, his silver chain on perfect display, grey basketball shorts covering his thick thighs, his socked feet in a pair of black slides to complete the look. He was scrolling on his phone, occupying himself and you couldn't help but stare at him for as long as you could before he looked up. You played with the edge of your shirt, shyly smiling at him, this being the first time he had seen you so dressed down in your pajamas. He stands up, meeting you halfway in the open layout of your home, his arm reaching for your waist as his other hand runs down the length of one of your braids. Your hands take advantage of his exposed biceps, running your smaller hand up and down the firm muscles. With your chest pressed against his, you remember suddenly that you didn't put on a bra, your breasts only covered by the material of the graphic T. You flush at the realization, pulling away quickly. 

"Movie?" You distract from your awkward behavior, moving towards the couch without a response from him. You grab the loop hanging towards the bottom of the couch, giving it a tug as the couch expands to a full sized bed. You crawl onto the bed to the far corner, grabbing a blanket from the storage ottoman that was over there, rearranging the half-dozen large decorative pillows that usually settle on the couch to fill out the space.

While you were busy setting up the couch, Ez couldn't help but take in your figure. You didn't often wear shorts, opting for long summer dresses in the Santo Padre heat, so he couldn't help but stare at the soft supple skin of your legs. As you crawled on the bed, he had gotten a great view of your ass, the sleep shorts no match for the fleshy mounds almost swallowing the material. You were hypnotic, so unaware of the effect you had on him, stirring something deep within. His eyes follow your body movements, the frustrated huffs you let out not lost on his ears, the sounds only fueling the fire of his desire. 

With a final fluff of a pillow, you turn around, settling down in a kneeling position as you adjust your shirt. You look at the amused look on his face, a slight smirk on his face as you roll your eyes, informing him that the set up was a lot harder than you made it look. He chuckles as he stalks over to you, his large body crawling on the bed towards the corner you were tucked into. You boldly open your arms to him, silently instructing him of what you wanted, as you untuck your legs and spread them slightly for him to settle between them. Maybe it was the look on his face, but something had changed the atmosphere of the night; no longer was it shy and awkward, but now it was comfortable with some underlying romantic tension.

He comes to settle in your chest, the large man weighing much more than you anticipated, but you welcomed the heavy weight. At the angle you were both at, you could both see the TV as you reached for the universal remote, dimming the lights and pressing play on The Lion King. Your hands went to the back of his head, a place they always seemed drawn to. His hands rested on your waist, his fingers kneading the plush flesh there over the fabric. You try not to be distinctly aware that you don't have a bra on, your soft breasts just pressed against him. 

"Is it silly to say I missed you today? Like, even though we pretty much had the day together?" You break the silence after half the movie. The two of you had just been enjoying each other's company, small remarks being made here and there, but minimal talking. The two of you were fairly exhausted from the events of the day, so it was nice to just cuddle on the couch with the movie to unwind. 

"It's not silly," he adjusts his head on your chest to look at you, "you spent the day running around playing hostess, we were together all day, but barely together." His tone is teasing, his long fingers poking your side for emphasis, pulling a light giggle from your lips. Several times he had asked you to come sit and relax, but there was so much to do between refilling the coolers with beers and juices, rotating the empty serving platters with back ups, making sure whoever was on the grill at the time had whatever they needed, cleaning up as you went along so there wasn't too much of a mess at the end, and finally bringing out the assorted desserts you had made. You had refused to allow Steve to be a prospect in your home, wanting him to feel like a guest as you took on the tasks yourself. You didn't mind, you loved hosting, everyone enjoying themselves brought joy to you. You did make an effort to spend time with everyone once things settled down. Some of the guys had taken up chores of cleaning, while some of the ladies took up chores of putting the food and drinks away. It was kind of them to not leave you with party take-down duty, leaving your house as clean as it was before everything had started this morning. 

"Well in that case, I missed you today, Ez." Your voice is a quiet whisper, the light hearted air of the night changing at your admission. It had been six weeks of what was considered dating, but what you considered a circling dance around each other and your feelings. You had had your heart broken a few times, the culprit seemingly to be moving too fast, so when you told Ez you wanted to go slow and he was more than okay with it, you found yourself annoyed by the slowness. You had big feelings locked away and every time you saw him, you wanted to just explode, to tell him everything on your mind and in your heart, but you reminded yourself that the decision to go slow was for both of your benefit.

"I missed you too today," his response, though could realistically be expected, still made your heart skip. Ez never made you feel like the relationship was one sided, he never left you guessing if he felt the same way as you, but everytime he admitted it, it caught your heart off guard. He lifted himself up slightly, his weight now mostly on his arm sunken between the pillows. His eyes glow under the light of the bright flat-screen TV, the intimate scene playing of Nala and Simba only adding to the sensual atmosphere that began swirling between you and Ez—Can You Feel The Love Tonight playing right on cue.

Your hand reaches for his cheek, your knee hooking around his hip as you pull him down to kiss you. The kiss was gentle, his soft lips pressing to yours in a long awaited kiss, your lips molding together with the lightest of pressure. The two of you had kissed before, usually the moments were short lived as you were both in the presence of other people, but in the moments when it had just been the two of you, you had relished in the uninterrupted time. 

You feel his tongue brush the seam of your lips, gladly opening them to meet his tongue with your own. His hand on your waist had moved down to your hip, fingers slipping under the fabric tentatively before moving his palm against the hot skin there. You pull him closer to you, the two of you so lost in the kiss as your hips moved on their own accord, brushing up against his. A moan escapes you at the needed friction, before your eyes open wide and you pull away.

"I- I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. I- I don't want to rush anything." Your face is hot, this time from embarrassment, as you direct your eyes to look at anything but his, finally settling on the chain hanging from around his neck. 

"Hey, hey, it's okay, we're not rushing anything." He brushes his nose against yours in an attempt to regain your eye contact, his voice is deep, kind, and reassuring, but even then you still keep your eyes closed. "It's been a long day, let me make you feel good, hermosa. Let me take care of you." His fingers on your waist move to trace the band of your shorts. "Is that okay?" His nose is still brushing yours, light grazes of his lips around your face distract you as your breathing increases, your fingers on his shoulders dig in slightly at all the sensations. 

A dull snap of fabric at your hip breaks your trance, your eyes opening to meet the amused look on his face. He was so close, so beautiful, so gentle, so careful, so considerate, so soft, so sweet—there was no way you could say no, you wanted him. His deep expressive eyes beckoned you to trust him, to open yourself up to him further—and you did just that. Adjusting yourself beneath him, opening your legs up to him, one on each side of his wide body as you meet his eyes with the slightest head nod. 

"Words, baby," you could have sworn your heart was going to give out then and there with the use of the pet-name. There was barely any space between the two of you, his nose brushing yours, his lips pressing teasing kisses to your cheeks, his voice thick like honey pouring over your body, his large form lowered to just touching yours, not nearly as much pressure as you would like. 

"Yes, Ez," is all you can say, praying that was enough for him to do whatever he had planned. The hypnotized look on your face would have been enough for him to have mercy on you, but tonight he wanted to push you just a bit further. 

"Yes what, baby?" His smirk broadens as he watches a frustrated look form on your face. You whine his name, causing a shiver to run down his spine, his control over his body weakening at the small voice. He doesn't want to give in just yet, but the way you pout your lips, the bottom one jutting out making him want to lick and bite it, the soft huff sound that escapes you as you exhale loudly, your chest grazing his with the action, your eyes silently begging him to take care of your body—it all drove him crazy, but he wasn't going to let you know that. A vibrating chuckle from his chest against yours is enough for your desire to finally let go of whatever ego you had left. 

"Touch me, baby." The seductive purr of your voice, the usage of the word that seemed to be his weapon of choice for the night, the firm rub of your hips against his, the scratching of your nails on the nape of his neck, it was all enough for him to give in to what you wanted. His lips attach to your neck, his hand gripping your hip as he ground himself into your aching core. The loud moan escaping you in response to his own groan spurs him on further, his hips leaving yours, as his hand slowly moves under the fabric of your shorts. His lithe fingers travel down your navel, his fingers molding against the curved mound at the apex of your thighs, his middle finger brushing through the slick folds. He groans at the hot wetness there, his hand firm in cupping the tingling skin. You moan, pulling his head from your neck to bring his lips back to yours. 

His hand softly begins to rub, with each back and forth movement spreading the slick moisture to further his actions. He moves his ring finger to join his middle, rubbing your sex with the two fingers between the folds. The pressure of his rough fingers against your clit elicit a loud moan from you, leaving him to take the opportunity to push his tongue into your open mouth. Though the feeling was electric, you needed more, your hips following the rhythm of his hand to apply more pressure. 

Soft whimpers of his name alert him of what you want, slipping his middle finger lower to your entrance before pushing in gently. He pulls away from your lips to watch you: the flush of your skin glowing under the TV lights, the furrowing of your brow and scrunch of your nose when he hits a particular spot, the sweet noises that leave your parted lips, dark and swollen from his kisses. He takes note of the way one of your hands grabs hold of his forearm, the other gripping tightly at his bicep. 

Feeling his observations on your face causes your own eyes to open, the lids hooded in ecstasy. There was something erotic about the eye contact, further spurring you on as your hand leaves his forearm and moves to the hem of your shirt. You push the fabric up slightly, your hand slipping under to palm at your heavy breast, your forefinger and thumb pinching the sensitive peak. You feel another finger at your entrance, his eyes moving from where your breast was still covered under your shirt back to yours. He slowly adds the other finger, pushing in slightly before pulling back, his eyes seeking yours for permission. You nod, feeling your eyes roll back at the full feeling of two of his fingers, the heel of his palm steadily rubbing your clit still. 

"Oh, Ez," the moan of his name from your lips gains you another groan from him, his lips going to your jaw. Wet kisses are placed there, before traveling lower to the collarbone that was exposed by the t-shirt. You notice for a moment that his lips are no longer on you, feeling a tug at your shirt. You lift your head to see him take the fabric between his teeth, lifting it to expose your left breast that was firmly cupped in your hand. The cool air conditioned air of the room causes you to moan as it stimulates your heated flesh. 

"Ez, please," you beg, your chest pressed forward, your fingers no longer on your nipple as you angle it towards his mouth. His hot tongue licks a stripe at your exposed breast, before taking the taut brown peak into his hungry mouth. A loud groan passes your lips as your eyes screw shut, your hand pressing his head further into your chest. You pick up the speed of your hips, hoping he would get the hint, the coil in your lower belly tight, but you needed more. He takes your cue, his fingers moving faster, his thumb now expertly replacing his palm against your clit, his teeth tugging at your pert nipple as he looks up at you with another loud groan. 

"I- I'm so- so close," you manage to say, your head a complete fog, the dramatic music from the movie no match for the noises your drenched pussy makes as his fingers keep their steady fast pace. He pulls away from your chest, his forehead pressing to yours, both of your heavy breathing mixing together. 

"Cum for me, baby, let go." Your eyes close shut as you try to focus on your orgasm, listening to his voice as he tells you what a good girl you are for him. Your hand returns to his forearm, gripping as hard as you can as your body tenses before feeling the familiar white hot feeling of release. You bite your lip trying to contain your cries, something Ez isn't having as he nips at your jaw, "let me hear you, y/n". You heed his instruction, letting whatever noises escape you, unashamed and fully enjoying the bliss of your orgasm. 

"You're so beautiful like this," 

"I love the sounds you make," 

"I wish you could see what I see right now,"

"You did so well, cumming on my fingers like that," 

"You're so perfect," 

You allow his voice to take you to another dimension, his fingers steady in their pursuit to draw out your orgasm for as long as possible. You cry out as he over-sensitizes you, your orgasm finally settling down. His fingers are much slower now, no longer thrusting, but now just massaging your velvety walls gently causing aftershocks to overtake your body with every caress. You tug at his arm, pulling him away from your sex slowly, feeling your juices coat your skin as he pulls his hand along your naval and stomach. He continues to press kisses to your parted lips, obstructing your deep swallows of air. 

His light chuckles bring you back to reality, having felt so far away, yet so close to him. Your eyes flutter open, your head that had fallen to the side catching a glimpse of the movie credits rolling, the sight slightly blurry as you blink away the tears from your intense orgasm. You turn your heavy head to look at the man who had just rocked your world. You had expected a smirk of pride to grace his features, but you only saw a look of awe. He was no longer hovering over you, but pressed to your side, his head balanced on a bent arm, while his other remained on your stomach. You felt him tug your shirt down, covering your exposed breast and giving you a slight sense of modesty—not that you cared with what you had just done with him, but it was the thought that counted. 

"Ezekiel," you whispered softly, almost as if you had truly left and returned to him, you felt like you missed him—again. You pulled him down to kiss you, pouring your thank you into the kiss, not for just the physical act that just took place, but for the boundary that had just been pushed in the most delicious of ways. You're confident in your kiss, no sense of timidness or bashfulness present like there usually would be. Though this was a feature Ez liked about your relationship, loving how easy it was for him to make you a nervous wreck, he knew he would prefer you to be comfortable with him—he knew of other ways to make you flustered, and most definitely planned on using them.

Your hand presses to his shoulder as you turn to face him properly, his hand moving from your stomach to the curve of your hip and around to the plumpness of your ass. You pressed your chest to his, as you moan against his mouth at the feeling of his harsh squeezes to the fleshy mound. A wandering hand moves down his torso, making its way down to its intended destination; your hand cups the bulge in his shorts, applying the slightest amount of pressure. You hear his groan and smile, about to make your next move, but instead pull away from his lips with a confused frown when you feel him tug your hand away.

"What's wrong?" You try not to sound hurt, but you can't help it at the feeling of rejection creeping up your spine. You wanted to make him cum just as he had done for you, especially knowing that he was also turned on and hard. 

"Nothing's wrong." He chuckles at your shocked expression, his calm tone defusing the slight tension now present in the air. He brings your hand up to his lips, pressing soft kisses to the fingers.

"I- I want to make you feel good too," your voice is small as you confess your intentions to him, that shyness he loves resurfacing once again. 

"Tonight was about you, don't worry about me." And with that, he silenced you with a dizzying kiss, your rebuttal not having the chance to be voiced. His hand on your face keeps you close as you two get lost in each other all over again.

"You need to sleep, hermosa." He says after you reluctantly pull away to release a tired yawn. The day had been long for the both of you, but the night just seemed to go by so fast.

"I don't want to." You pout, your lips chasing after his again, which he gives in to for a moment, before pulling back again. 

"I'll still be here in the morning., ya know?" It's as if he had just read your mind, knowing that your reluctance with sleeping was so your time together wouldn't end. You shook your head, not caring that he would be here in the morning, you didn't want this moment to end. 

Your day had started early, lots of running around, prepping, cooking, baking, shopping, and then once the cook-out had started, you felt like you were set on overdrive wanting to make sure everyone was catered to. Ez had noticed, helping as much as he could before you would scold him to go sit and enjoy himself. In your day to day, you were in charge, you were the boss, what you say goes; but now that he could be in charge in the time you spent together alone, Ez was going to use it to his advantage. He noticed the little yawns you let out during the movie, the occasional closing of your eyes for a little too long; he knew you were tired but trying to stay awake for him. 

"Aren't you my good girl?" His questions, his tone gentle but stern, his eyes soft but holding you hostage nonetheless. You respond with a hurried and eager nod, feeling almost insulted that he had to ask you such a ridiculous question. 

"Words, baby," there goes that damn word again. You lick your dry lips, your body alive with want all over again. 

"I'm your good girl." The words leave your mouth in an almost trance-like way. You had never had any of your exes command your mind and body in the way Ez could. The way that he pulled out a certain submissive nature from you, something you don't have the capacity for as a boss everyday. You fall into this dynamic with Ez, only when it was the two of you, and like all things about Ez, it was something quite addicting. 

"Then go to sleep, beautiful." 

"And you'll still be here in the morning?" You're not sure where this uncertainty came from, but you needed hear his confirmation once again before you agreed to go to sleep. He chuckles lightly, his hand squeezing your waist before slipping under the fabric of your shirt. He nods his response. 

"Words," you tease with a playful glint in your eyes that he matches. He presses a final kiss to your lips before pulling away. 

"Yes, I'll be here in the morning."

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