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cositapreciosa · 3 months

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Serve, love & protect

Bodyguard!Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x reader, the usual for the show, 1584 words

a/n : bodyguard au cause we love them tropes

Tagging my Gilly people @narcolini @drabbles-mc <3

‘’ You lied to me. ‘’

‘’ I did. ‘’

‘’ Are you even dating me or is this all a big joke too? ‘’

He sighs, and suddenly the big SUV feels too small for the both of them. The cracked glass across the windshield makes it hard to see, the busted window in the back letting the wind whistle between his ears.

‘’ I… ‘’

His tongue rolls in his mouth, he doesn’t know what to say. On one side, he shouldn’t tell you, admit that he likes you, not when your dad had been clear about that in the contract. All means necessary, don’t fall in love. On the other, how couldn’t he, when you had been so kind, so charming since the beginning, why wouldn’t he want to date you?

‘’ Don’t. ‘’ You answer back, sinking into your seat. ‘’ I don’t want to know. ‘’

He had done lots of business with your dad before, a strong man with piercing eyes, sharp suits. That is where the offer came from, between gun trades and small talk. Got a babysitting job for you, Gilly, easy work, easy cash. More like a bodyguard job, a dumbass bodyguard job with actual danger, guns and wounds. Your dad had told him you wouldn’t be easily convinced, that to ensure your safety he would have to be less traditional, less leather and handgun, more friend, even closer if needed. And he did, even if he knew it wasn’t part of the plan, letting you run your fingers through his beard, sharing the same side of the bed, he just couldn’t say no.

‘’ Listen, baby, I- ‘’

‘’ Don’t- oh my god, Gilly what the fuck is wrong with you?! ‘’

Your hands are tight, gripping the door handle as he takes a sharp left. You turn to face him.

‘’ Stop it, it’s over! Don’t ‘baby’ me, don’t… ‘’ you gesticulate around, hands flying, ‘’ Just stop. ‘’

You raise your palms to your eyes, pressing, muttering things he can’t understand. He can sense your distress, he knows you now, better than anyone, more than your father would like him to probably. It has been months since you two had been together now, good months, the best ones for him this year. It was an easy job at first too, simply because you never were a primary target, just one that they would try to hit if deals went wrong. Being the child of a gun lord usually came with a fair share of barrels pointing back, and, from what he had seen from you when bullets eventually started flying, staying low and away from the windows, this whole routine was old news to you.

‘’ Please don’t be mad, I can explain. ‘’ He tries again.

You scoff, and he watches as you squint your eyes at him. It makes him feel small in his seat.

‘’ I don’t think you can, Gilly. Save your breath. ‘’

The car is colder now that the sun has gone down and he watches the wind wrap around your hair, lets the breeze bring goosebumps to his arms. He knows the two of you are too exposed, in this beat-up car, bullet holes on each side. It pains him that he knows the only place you will truly be safe is at your dad’s house, and he has to bring you there, not the club, not his house, not anywhere else. Drop you off, collect his hazard pay and leave. Leave you and hope you will answer his texts, even if he something tells him you probably won't.

He takes a left turn, fast, into a poorly lit backstreet, almost propelling you against your window side. The breaks get pressed just as fast, and you have to brace yourself with your hands on the dash.

‘’ Have you gone mad?! Did they hit you on the head or something?! ‘’

Gilly turns off the car and pivotes to you, bringing his arm up to wrap the back of your seat, caging you in.

‘’ I can explain. ‘’ Let me, please.

He is observing you, the frown between your brows, the anger in your eyes, the dried blood on the side of your face. It is superficial, really, barely a scratch, but he has to hold himself back from reaching out, move your chin to the side so he can get a better look. He breathes your name as the overhead lights dim out, leaving the two of you in the dark, pleading. He can smell your perfume, hear the shakiness in your breath.

‘’ Okay, whatever. ‘’

You cross your arms around your chest. Even in the darkness, he knows you are watching him, waiting.

‘’ I like you, I do. ‘’ He starts, ‘’ I wasn’t supposed to, though, we just needed to be friends, you know? So I could make sure you were safe. ‘’ But I failed.

‘’ My dad hired you. ‘’

‘’ He did. ‘’

Your shadow moves, moving to the side to lay your head on the headrest. Your voice is soft, going through the motions, exhausted. You must be tired, the rest of the adrenaline dripping out of you in waves.

‘’ Do you work for him, selling the guns and stuff? ‘’

‘’ More like with him, I’m in a motorcycle club. ‘’

We buy them, he could have said, sell some back if they ever come across a nice shipment from god knows where, but he doesn’t. You are smart, you get it.

‘’ You’re used to getting shot a lot. ‘’ It is not a question, more like a fact, piecing the information together.

‘’ You could say that. ‘’

He holds his free hand out, and you take it, his warm fingers taking in your cold ones. He can tell you have softened up, put down the axe.

‘’ You really like me? ‘’

‘’ I do, very much. ‘’

You squeeze his hand, gently, even though he can’t see, he knows you are pursing your lips, biting the inside of your cheek. You move gently, twisting between your seat and the cup holder, leaning down and pressing your cheek on his shoulder. He can feel your body relax into his.

‘’ Can we go home now? I want a hot shower. ‘’

‘’ I know you do, baby, we’ll be there soon. ‘’

He lets you nuzzle into in shirt, caressing your hair with his free hand. He starts the car, driving back up to the main street. He doesn’t have the guts to tell you you are going home alone tonight, that there is no way in hell your dad will let you sleep somewhere else.

To his surprise, you don’t put much of a fight when you notice the gates around your dad’s house, or when he says your name into the intercom so you can be let in, but you are a smart one, of course, you picked it up. The nuances, the conflict inside of him, how he couldn’t get out of the car at first, couldn’t let go of your arm when people started pouring out the house. I’m good, Gilly, you whispered to him, thank you. And so he listens, he lets go, picks up his cash and leaves.

A week passes, a long one, of mindless thinking, passing time, putting cars on the lift and then bringing them down. He hears about you at Templo one morning, barely a sentence, something about your dad catching the guys, how business between him and the Mayans has been booming since then. Thanks, Gilly. Good job, man. The military training finally paying off, uh? He nods and smiles, but he doesn’t ask about you. He tries to play it low, make it seem like he is not taking the biggest hit of his life.

When he gets home that afternoon, something is different, maybe it is the way the grass is bent where it usually isn’t, how the doormat is slightly crooked, but it is you sitting at the diner table that makes him stop in his tracks.

His hand is still on the gun at the back of his waist, his other tight on the door handle when you wave at him, a small smile on your lips. Your hair is slightly shorter, different, and you are wearing too many layers for the California heat. You speak first.

‘’ Hey, baby… ‘’

Gilly lets go of the handle at his back and closes the door behind him. Baby. Baby. You stand up before he can talk back, nervously taking a few steps towards him.

‘’ We were on lockdown, I couldn’t call, I couldn’t leave. ‘’ Your fingers are pulling at threads on your jeans pocket. ‘’ I’m sorry, Gilly. ‘’

He melts, there is nothing else he can do. His arms find their way naturally around you, one hand on your head, pushing your cheek against his chest. He knows you can feel his heart beating in your ear, hear the relief that comes out of him with a sigh. There is no hesitation when you hug back, warm fingers griping at his cut.

‘’ I will never lie again, I swear. ‘’

You laugh, and it makes him squeeze tighter.

‘’ It’s alright, only for good reasons from now on, okay? ‘’

Okay, he will. Protecting you will be a full-time job now, maybe not the small contract he thought he was going into, something different, something warm and meaningful—soft, loved.

The most pleasant job in the world.

#mayans imagines #gilly lopez x you #gilly x reader #gilly lopez x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans imagine #mayans fanfic

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garbinge · 1 year

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Stranded

Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & Platonic!Reader

From these April Prompts: “Stranded”

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

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

Word Count: 2.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two rings. That was all it took.

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

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

“You okay?” His tone was tense.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“EZ.” Your voice was firm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You didn’t eat, right?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ll get ‘em next time, Cap!!”

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

“Next time, I’m walking home.”

#EZ Reyes #Angel Reyes #Reyes Brothers #Mayans MC #Mayansmc #mayans fx #mayansfx #ez reyes x reader #angel reyes x reader #mayans fanfic

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theesirenteller · 6 months

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Grocery Store Paternity

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hola! I'm-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#Miguel Galindo drabble #miguel galindo #mayans mc #mayans mc fics #mayans fanfic #mayans fx #danny pino #angst drabble

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kikijackson-blog · 2 months

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Sing For Me

This is my first time posting my work on here so be nice please. I got this idea from a line from a Lana Del Rey song called Fishtail. It was only the one line that served as inspiration for this.

Readers 18+ only

Warnings: Language and Smut

“What are you thinking about?” The question spilled out of your mouth before you even had a chance to stop it.

You internally roll your eyes at your own stupid question. You knew this question never turned out well for any woman in history. Ever. It was a question that was rarely answered if at all. Perhaps on another night or another time but not right after the man lying next you had just given you the best tongue lashing you’d ever had in your life. But it was for this reason exactly that you were asking the question in the first place.

He had shown up at your door just moments ago completely unannounced. You had just gotten out of the shower and slipped into your Eeyore tank and matching shorties. You heard the pounding on the door as you were pulling down the sheets. It was so unexpected that it had startled you. You hesitated. You weren’t expecting any visitors tonight. You reach for your phone to check your messages. You friends know better. They know to text first.

“y/n, it’s me. I know you’re there.”

You relax a bit when you hear the familiar voice. Then it hit you. What the hell was he doing here? You liked him and all. You’ve hung out together dozens of times, but it was always in public places and never alone. It was usually always a group setting and never one on one conversations. You two were cool but not cool like that. So why was he here at your place and at this hour?

You open the door and let him in, avoiding eye contact. Around others all was fine but alone he made you nervous as hell.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey.” you finally look up into his eyes. Heart racing.

Silence filled the room. With each second you could swear you heard your heart beating faster. It was only when he moved in a step closer that you realized how close he’d been to you already, now he left no room between you. No, he was completely invading your space. You knew it and he knew it. You wondered but said nothing. Then you glanced up at him again and it clicked. He was waiting on you. Wanting to see what you’d do next. You saw the look on his face, it was a combination of amusement and desire. He wanted; needed you to touch him. His crooked smile was daring you. The slightly arched brow was challenging you. And you knew it was your move.

You snaked your arms around his neck, gently nudging him closer to you and you pressed your lips against his. He tasted slightly of alcohol and cigarettes and it was delicious. His stubble prickling at your cheeks, were it another, you would have hated that but with this man, each prickle electrified you and sent every hair on your body on full alert.

That was all he needed. He’d wanted you from the moment he’d set eyes on you but he’d stayed away from you. He’d decided from that very day that you were too good for him yet he was always willing to be a good friend to you if you’d asked him for that but you never did. So he’d resigned himself to being just a friendly face. Someone who would you would just say hi to and offer him the prettiest of smiles. Someone who would always laugh at his jokes whether they hit or not. You always got it even when no one else did. Your laughter only made him want to say or do more stupid shit to just to make you laugh more even if it was at his expense. It was worth it to him.

But tonight he couldn’t take it anymore. He wouldn’t deny himself. He would cross that line tonight. A line that he knew full well he could never come back from. Tonight he knew exactly what he wanted and he was going to take it.

This kiss was never gentle, it was never meant to be. It was one full of longing, aching and pent up desire desperate to be released.

He left a trail of burning heat along your neck then traced them with his tongue, if that was meant to dampen the fire it only served to fan the flames. That action elicited a sound from you that you didn’t even know you were capable of, at least not by being stimulated in that area of your body. That sound had a similar effect on him, just like the one he’d just given you. It spurred him on because he knew exactly what he wanted to do to you. He’d been wanting to do it to you for a long time and if he could get that beautiful sound of pleasure from you just by tasting your neck, he was only all too ready to find out what pretty little sounds you’d make from him when he tasted other parts of you.

He roughly grabbed your ass and pulled you even closer to him making sure you felt just how much he wanted you as he rubbed himself against you. If you ever had any doubt that this man wanted you it there were no more. You felt it between your legs, spreading them more so you could feel all of him. You wanted to rub your weeping pussy all over that big bulge, and you tried, desperately so. But he had other plans. You moaned a protest when you didn’t get what you wanted but it was cut short when he slipped his hands under the band of your shorts and yanked them down exposing your lilac panties with the bow on the front. Hands on your cheeks again, squeezing them, kneading them, his lips on your mouth again, his kiss even more desperate than before, he walked you to the couch with your shorts still around your ankles. It didn’t take much to get you to fall back onto the couch. Your body was more than willing to be spread out on that couch opened wide for him.

He knelt down on his knees. “y/n, tell me you want this as bad as I do?”

You look into his eyes and see a pained expression on his face. “I fuckin’ need this. Coco” You nearly cry out.

A wicked smile crept onto his face and it made you both nervous and excited at the same time.

“Good.” He bit into your inner thigh and you yelped.

He pulled off your shorts, freeing your ankles. He thought about leaving them on and torturing you but for what he wanted to do he needed them gone and he needed them gone now. The way he tossed your shorts like they offended him would have made you laugh if you weren’t so far gone now. As was evident by that wet spot right at the center of your core. The exact spot he wanted to get to. He spread your legs wider for him and leaned in with one slow agonizingly delicious lick to that sweet creamy stain.

“Ahh, oh my God!”

“Mmmm,” vibrating into your pussy.

This sinful man kissed every inch of your sacred temple. His temple. It was his, it always had been. He’d just never claimed it before but tonight he was going to make sure you knew this was Coco’s temple.

His kiss trailed down to your thighs alternating between the left and right. Pulling down your panties, you both let out sighs of relief, but you had no time to relish in it as soon as they came off, the fabric was replaced with his tongue. Licking and kissing your mound, the lips, every inch of it except this devil of a man was avoiding one crucial area. It was that one spot you needed him most and he was denying you. He chuckled at your frustrated groans. That son of bitch was doing it on purpose.

“Damn it! Co-'' His tongue came down on that little bundle of nerves that he had worked up but just the tip of his tongue and lightly. Soft caresses from his tongue as he savored both your taste and the pleasure you were only too happy to vocalize.

“Don’t worry mami, I got you.” One long slow slick from the bottom all the way to your clit. He gave it a little kiss. “Sing for me baby.”

And all was lost then. His restraint, your modesty, whatever you had left of it anyway, his control. Who you were. Who he was. All was lost in that moment. He licked and sucked that precious little jewel, sliding first one then two fingers and pumping them in and out of your dripping hole while his mouth continued its assault on your poor abused clit. But he showed no mercy and you asked for none. You reached down and buried your hand in his hair pulling him closer to your pussy. You ground against his face but he never relented, his fingers kept steady pushing firmly against your g-spot and his tongue never quit lapping at your sweetness. And sing for him you did.

“What are you thinking of?” You know you probably shouldn’t have asked that question but right now after that orgasm you weren’t thinking straight. You had expected him to fuck you right after but instead he took you into his arms and snuggled with you on the couch. It took several minutes for you to recover enough to even form words and those happened to be the first ones out of your mouth.

He sat up to light a cigarette.

“Nothing.” He shrugged as he exhaled.

That was the answer you expected to hear. That’s always the answer to that question.

You sigh.“I wish I could skinny-dip inside your mind.”

Skinny-dip? In my mind?” he laughed. “Nah, you don’t wanna do that.”

“Sure I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, if you do that you might not ever make it out again. You’ll get lost in there and never find your way back. Trapped forever.” He said dramatically.

“Maybe I wanna be trapped forever.”

The devilish smile claimed his face again. “Careful what you wish for mami, you just might get it.”

You have a devil’s smile of your own and it’s the first time Coco has ever seen it. It sparked something in his eyes.

“Alright…” he said as he snuffed out his cigarette. He stood up and started removing his clothes, slowly. First his kutte then came the unbuttoning his shirt, “You wanna know…” peeling off his undershirt. “what I was thinking, huh?”

You nod enjoying the show before you.

“I was thinking…” undoing his buckle and pulling down his zipper. “that I didn’t know you were a squirter. Let’s see if I can make you squirt again.”

He was on you before you could hit him with your witty comeback but it was on your mind while he kissed you.

I got a few more songs for you.

#coco cruz #coco x reader #mayans mc #coco smut #mayans fanfic #coco cruz fanfic #mayans x reader

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Jealously Makes Lovers

Ez Reyes x Fem!Reader

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

Word Count: 5k

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

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Santo Padre was home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Home was always home.

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

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

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

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

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

Nowhere to run now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll kill you, skank.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shrug, “it happens!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I moved back a few days ago.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But, you two are okay now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He could only hope that he’d have that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That left Ez.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The reason for the kiss had completely slipped your mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come in.”

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

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

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

“He’ll be home soon.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ezekiel.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine,” he says, “if you say so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 2 months

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Your Biker in Worn Leather Part 3

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 611

Summary: While the club puts together a plan, you have a small chat with Nestor.

Warnings: None

A/N: This part is just a filler, sorry if that’s disappointing! Action coming soon! 💥

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EZ jumped off his bike, you did the same and before you knew it he was storming towards the clubhouse. You were barely able to keep up with his pace. Thankfully, he stopped for you at the door. “I’ll get to the bottom of this, I promise. Until then I can’t risk leaving you alone—“

“Want me to stay with Felipe? Or do you want one of the guys watching me when you’re not around?” You assumed those were your options and that was more than fine with you. You were not comfortable being alone after that and had intentions to have this conversation anyways.

Truth be told, you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to stay by yourself again. It was such a terrifying and traumatic experience, being kidnapped and manhandled in the worse way possible to put it lightly was enough to have you scared of what could happen if the Burning Souls managed to grab you again. Especially knowing they’re after the club and revel in attacking the club’s loved ones.

“Neither. I want you with me. Those bastards aren’t taking you ever again.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and nodded. You should have known that would have been his response but it took you by surprise anyway.

EZ ushered you into the clubhouse. The guys were doing the usual — drinking, playing cards, playing pool, telling jokes and talking about past memories. All that came to a halt when the Vice President bellowed, “Templo. Now!” He didn’t wait for response, angrily entering their meeting room and taking a seat at the table. Everyone looked at you for a clue or something so they could understand Ezekiel’s anger. When their eyes landed on you, they immediately understood and hurried to their seats.

You could tell in the way they moved and how their expressions changed — they were pissed too.

You took a seat at the bar once the room emptied.

Of course, Nestor watched the whole thing go down but he was more concerned with reading your body language. Nestor slid you a water. He figured after all you just went through you needed to hydrate.

The glass clinking on the bar top caught your attention. In all honesty, you had completely forgotten about Nestor still being in the room. You eyed the glass of clear liquid. “I’m not really in the mood for alcohol.” You slid the glass back to him and he shook his head.

“It’s water. You look dehydrated. Trust me I know the look.” He slid the glass to you once more. You studied Nestor. Despite it being months since his prospecting began, it still felt weird to you seeing him in a kutte instead of a fancy outfit or suit.

“I know you’ve seen a lot of shit. So tell me, what would you be doing if you weren’t here?” You attempted to take your mind off the matter at hand plus you enjoyed Nestor’s company, despite the club’s opinion and feelings. You genuinely didn’t understand the tension between them and Nestor.

“You’re right. I have seen a lot of shit. So have you. So has everyone in this town.” Nestor paused, the wheels turning in his head. He could tell he could trust you; hell, he already did. “Literally anything else.” He cracked a smile. You couldn’t help but notice he had a nice smile, made him look relaxed. You chuckled at his little joke.

“Ain’t that the truth.” You nodded in agreement.

It was that moment that the club came flooding into the room. A thickness filled the room. You knew they had a plan, a brutal and bloody plan.

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“If you want me to shut up, you’d better make me shut up,” you practically scream. You've been arguing for over an hour, completely forgetting what you’re actually arguing over, but you’re too fired up to give a shit.

A smirk on his face, Bishop stands up, giving you the opportunity to see the growing bulge in his jeans. He knows you’re probably still pissed off about this morning, when he got called into work early.

“On the table,” he demands. “And spread your legs.”

Doing as he says, he buries his head between your legs, driving you fucking crazy.

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Companion piece can be found here.

Summary: Gilly has always known you were the one. Even when he pushed you away. For years he tortured himself until one day you came back home to Santo Padre to stay. As always 18+, general themes of the show.

Word Count: 1.6K

"So you gonna get the balls to ask her out or what?" inquired Coco as he slid into the chair next to Gilly who had been watching you play pool with Angel. Gilly sighed as he took a drink of his beer. "I don't know that I deserve her man. Not after how I ended things" he replied remorsefully. "I mean she seems like the forgiving type. Boy Scout and Angel broke that Snowman thing her mama got her and she forgave them. Not like you beat the shit out of her or something heinous" shrugged Coco as he fixed his gaze on his best friend.

Gilly pondered the events of the last few weeks. Coco had a fair point about your forgiving nature. Though he still couldn't look back on that fateful day he had up ended both your lives and not feel like an ogre. "You spent over three grand on a snowman. Don't act like she's not special. We all see it man. Forgive yourself for being an idiot and then get your girl" Coco stated firmly before casting a look over to where you and Angel were laughing. "If you don't make your move soon. One of us will have too" he added with a grin. "None of you are man enough for her" snapped Gilly his eyes flashing with anger at the idea of one of his brothers putting moves on you.

"Simmer down" muttered Coco as he laughed at how easily Gilly had been riled. "Seriously though. We all like her man. She fits in well. Like she's always been around. Gilly rolled his eyes "You just like the free food Coco". Coco shrugged before standing up. "What can I say I'm a simple man. Gilly laughed loudly "Simple is right".

The next morning Gilly woke up with you on his mind. Which wasn't unusual but this time he could feel your presence like you were next to him in his bed. He rolled over breathing deeply into the pillow and could almost make out your scent. The conversation last night with Coco had only spurred his feelings on. He knew he needed to tell you he still had feelings for you. That he had never stopped but he was unsure if you would be accepting. Had too much time passed for him to make amends? Yes you had let him back into your life but he could still feel a wall between the two of you that he wasn't sure he could break through. He got dressed quickly knowing he needed to make a couple stops before he went over to your house.

***

Gilly kneeled down in front of the headstone and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and dusted it off. He then put the wildflower bouquet into the vase next to it before taking a deep breath. He was more nervous then he expected given that he had been doing this routine every week for several months and speaking to the dead wasn't unusual for him.

"Morning Mama Kay" he uttered as he cleared his throat. "Your little girl is still doing fine, I know you know that" he chuckled to himself. "She sure misses ya a lot. I do too. You always saw the good in me and were the only adult who gave a damn about me. You gave me a sanctuary from war zone I was born into. I hope you know how thankful I was growing up." A burst of wind pushed at him out of no where. "Alright, alright no need to shove" Gilly mumbled as he put his hands up in defeat.

"I guess what I came here to say is I am gonna finally ask her to give me a second chance. I know I don't deserve one and honestly she is still too good for me. I know my lifestyle is.....dangerous but I promise you I would never let anything happen to her." Gilly paused as he collected his thoughts trying to stop the rambling. He could hear Mama Kay's voice telling him to get to the point. Gilly took a deep breath then turned his face up to the sky. " I'm ready to be the man she needs and I just want to know if that is okay with you?" blurted Gilly as he bowed his head and closed his eyes. Several minutes passed before he felt a gentle warmth brush his cheek. "Thank you Mama Kay" he whispered before kissing the headstone and getting up to head back to his bike.

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Gilly sat waiting for your answer. You nodded and looked down at your mug of tea as you considered what Gilly had told you. The difference of this conversation versus the one that gutted you was not lost on you. He had laid all his cards on the table. He could only hope you had forgiven him for being a dumb kid all those years ago when he had broken up with you hours before getting on a plane for his first deployment. He had been in love with you since that first crooked smile you had flashed his way in eight grade. By your freshmen year the two of you were a couple and glued to each others sides through high school and your first two years of college.

He did his best to tell you he was not the right man for you and never would be. That he could never provide you the life you wanted and deserved. He remembered almost giving in when you dropped to your knees into the dirt and gravel latching onto his pant leg as you pleaded with him. You told him how much he meant to you and that you loved him and wanted only him forever. You denied his words that he wasn't enough or good enough for your love. The tears poured down your face and the urge to wipe them away was overwhelming. He choked back his own sob as he pried you off him and picked you up.

Squeezing your arms just enough to quiet your sobs he drove the final nail home. "Tell me why you can't get it through your head I don't want you any more" he had asked you. He watched every emotion play across your face before you quietly asked "Why? Why are you being so cruel?" He never gave you an answer he just simply let you go and turned his back on you. Your sobs echoed in his head every night as he recalled getting in his car and driving away.

You didn't know this but he only got a half mile down the road before he was sobbing himself. He was only going to stay in the military for so long but each time he set foot on U.S soil his actions hit him like a ton of bricks all over again. He could only blame himself for his loneliness. Which is why he had reached out to Mama Kay. Wanting to feel a connection back home but also wanting to see how you were doing. He had been pleased to get a letter back that was full of warmth, love and a photo of the two of you.

Reaching across the table you took his hand in yours and swallowed hard. If this was going to work you were going to have to tell him a secret that you had harbored all these years. That you had banned your mother from telling him as well once you realized they had reconnected. Gilly watched you closely and held his breath as he watched two tears trail down your cheeks. "I never stopped loving you Gilly. You were always the one for me too. I want to try again too" you started as he smiled happily at you.

"I need to tell you something though first". You were getting ready to hurt him and you hated yourself for it. "I was pregnant." you whispered as you looked down at the table unable to see the pain crush the bear of a man in front of you. Gilly felt like a train had ran him over as his brain rushed to understand. The implication of your words hit him. Not only had he left you while you were in a vulnerable state but something had happened as well. Gilly blinked back tears. Monsters don't get to grieve he thought to himself.

You tensed as you heard Gilly get up from his chair and your heart dropped. You were losing him again. Sobs wracked your body as you felt the pain of both losses all over again. "Shhhh. Its okay" murmured Gilly as he knelt next to you grabbing your hands in his. "I'm not going anywhere. Right here is where I want to be" he added as you cried into his shoulder.

After a few moments you had calmed down some. Gilly carefully used his thumb to brush the lingering tears from your face. "May I ask what happened?' he asked quietly as he met your eyes. You simply nodded as your heart clenched and your stomach rolled at the memory. "I was depressed, scared and angry. The pregnancy was so extremely difficult and we were high risk on top of everything. I was bedridden for most of it in the hopes not working and such would help with the stress and symptoms.

I went into labor too early still, ended up going into cardiac arrest and she didn't make it. She was a tiny little thing and she fought like hell to live but...." you stated just shaking your head as the memories played in your mind. The whirring of machines, panic stricken faces, yelling nurses and doctors as they tried to save both of you. Then the darkness came as you started to fade away. The next thing you remember was waking up to your Mama praying over you as she squeezed your hands.

"I'm so sorry. I know it doesn't mean anything and it won't fix what happened or fix the pain" stated Gilly as he caressed your cheek gently. "This news doesn't change how I feel about you though. I hope you know that". "I will always regret what I did and that I wasn't here for you.

You closed your eyes as you leaned into the tender caresses letting his words wash over you. "I've felt like a failure for so long Gilly. Couldn't keep my man, couldn't be pregnant correctly, couldn't keep my baby alive. I felt like I was never suppose to know love, kindness or grace. Mama always told me I was wrong. She always talked highly of you." you murmured as you thought back onto some of your moms last words.

"Gilly was a scared boy who made a mistake. We all make mistakes. Its how you fix a mistake that matters.

"Your mama was something special. Just like you" replied Gilly as he smiled before leaning forward and gently placing a kiss on your lips. "Let me love you and cherish until death knocks for us" he whispered as he pulled back slightly. "I love you" you murmured before meeting his lips again.

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Kneeling down at the tiny bear shaped tombstone you gently cleaned away the dirt and weeds as your hands shook slightly. "Sofia, my sweet angel. I want you to finally meet your daddy" you murmured as you looked up at Gilly who had tears in his eyes. "Hi, sweetie. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me the most." stated Gilly as he moved to his knees and laid a bouquet of flowers down before kissing the tombstone.

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By the fire

Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x gn!reader, (legit no warnings pure fluff) 661 words

a/n : super duper self induglent Gilly fic cause I can and I did? Life is wild. Take it and eat it my child.

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As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx (do I have to add this for Mayans too or? Plz don't kiss people who shot people? You get it.)

‘’ It’s cold. ‘’

‘’ Hm. ‘’ Is all he says, ‘’ I told you to bring a jacket. ‘’

You are tucking yourself into his side, cold fingers weaving their way underneath his kut and then his blouse, seeking the warmth of his skin. Maybe Gilly did tell you to pack an extra jacket earlier and maybe you had said something between the lines of ‘not needing his input’, either way, you knew he would never say no to your hands on his chest, no matter how cold. You press closer to him, grateful that he doesn’t move away even though he is scolding you. It had been a nice day and accepting Coco’s invitation to enjoy a bonfire at his house after dinner had been an easy yes.

‘’ I know… ‘’ you purr back, ‘’ Can’t I just touch my husband because I love him? ‘’

You press your chin on his shoulder, feeling the leather against your skin. He scoffs, pulling the bench the two of you are sitting on slightly closer to the fire.

‘’ Yeah, right. You’re just pulling the husband card because you know I’ll allow it. ‘’

You know he is smiling even though you can’t see his face. You had figured out a long time ago that he had trouble saying no to you, mostly because he didn’t mind it that much, even when he liked to pretend he did. You can hear Coco on your left, telling one of those stories he has told time and time again, smell the marshmallows Letty is roasting on the other side. You love nights like these, when the stress seems to melt away from their shoulders, leaving their tough personalities on the front porch.

‘’ Yo. Stop doing the disgusting married people shit. You’re not even listening to the story. ‘’

‘’ We already know the story, Coco, you won’t shut up about it. ‘’

Letty laughs at Gilly’s response, adding something about being called out on it for once. Before you know it, they are throwing marshmallows at each other, flying over the fire. You smile behind Gilly’s shoulder, a sweet barely missing your head.

‘’ Sorry, Coco, it’s cold is all. I didn’t listen to the big man when he told me to bring a jacket. ‘’

‘’ I can grab you a blanket inside or something. ‘’

You feel Gilly’s hands wrap around your elbows, pulling and bringing you even further into his back, his warmth.

‘’ Nah man, it’s all good. Got it covered. ‘’

He shrugs his shoulders, like it’s nothing, and you are brought into the movement with him. You know he likes it, loves it, even when he jokes it’s part of the deal and that he has to do it because you ask him to. You poke one finger at his rib.

‘’ Look at you all disgusting and married. ‘’

He mocks your sentence back to you and you feel his arm moves under your chin. ‘’ You want to stay warm yes or no? ‘’

‘’ Yes, please. ‘’

How he keeps his heat while you always stay cold is a never-ending mystery. Coco goes back to his story, the same one he was telling before being interrupted. You are gently warming up your hands, fingers sprawled across his hot skin. Gilly turns to you, his nose brushing yours.

‘’ Better? ‘’ He whispers, not daring to interrupt Coco once more.

You nod against his cheek, his stubble scratching your nose as you press a soft kiss where his skin peaks over his collar. You can feel the steady beat of his heart under your palm, smell his aftershave and those mints he eats to cover the cigarettes.

‘’ See, ‘’ Coco stops once again. You catch him rolling his eyes, a smile pulling at his lips as he looks over at Letty, a finger waving towards the both of you, ‘’ Disgusting married people shit. ‘’

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Lake Tahoe Series - Part One: Black Bear Lodge - Manny x Reader

Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was Sledding!

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Set a few years after End of the Line which ties in to a Hank Loza storyline

It’s at Black Bear Lodge in Lake Tahoe that you meet Manny. He’s sitting at the bar in a white sweater, his thumb chasing over the etchings in the crystal tumbler that he holds in his hand as he studies the amber liquid.

You’ve been sitting here for a couple of hours now, finishing up an article you were writing up on Reed Mather, a tattooist that works out of Lake Monster whose use of bold colouring was proving revolutionary in the field.

It’s the reason you’re up here at this time of year, four days after Christmas. The truth is you have nowhere else to be. You have no family; your friends are all settled, and you can’t stand the idea of another seasonal blind date. The people in your life, they’re well-meaning but they don’t understand that being alone, isn’t the same as being lonely. You enjoy your own company; you’re not looking for a relationship. You enjoy the freedom you have to travel, to explore.

You’ve got another three days booked in the Lodge, you’d splashed out on one of suites with a jetted tub and planned to spend a couple of hours soaking. It’s when you close your laptop that a drink appears in front of you, you pick it up surveying the amber liquid before raising it to your lips and taking a sip.

It’s smoky and warm on your tongue, the heat flowing through your chest as you meet Manny’s gaze across the bar. He smiles before tipping his glass towards you and you smile back.

That’s how it starts this thing between the two of you.

A glass of top shelf whiskey on a Chesterfield couch, laughing so hard that your ribs hurt.

“So, what brings you here?” You ask him, drawing your legs up underneath you. Your arm comes to rest on the back of the couch, the sleeve of your jumper riding up towards your elbow. Manny’s fingertips trail across your bare skin, sending a rush of anticipation chasing through your synapses.

“My daughter.” He says softly, the edges of his mouth turning up into a small smile. “She’s always wanted to go sledding and we don’t get much snow up in Yuma. We went to that place further up, Heavenly Lake.”

“I bet she loved it. I’ve been up there a few times; it turns out I’m terrible at winter sports.” You tell him and he laughs, it’s such a rich, genuine sound, that you feel all the way down to your bones.

“Yea I discovered the same thing.” He confides. “My daughter took to it like she was born to do it. We had a lot of fun together on the sleds but everything else…”

He shakes his head.

“I’m not made for the cold weather. Her mother, my ex, picked her up this afternoon and I’m kinda at a loose end tonight.”

You turn your hand over and his thumb smooths over your underarm, tracing over the tattoo of a laurel wreath on your wrist. The one you you’d gotten after you’d won an award for your photography collection ‘The Ancient Art’ – documenting different tattoo methods throughout the world.

“I know this work.” He says, before his eyes flicker up and meet yours. “Hank Loza out of Santo Padre.”

“He’s done all my tattoos.” You tell him and you see Manny’s interest pique, his gaze straying to the contours of your navy-blue sweater. You imagine his hands straying underneath it, ghosting over the tattoos that decorate your body. He wants to see them, you can tell.

“The Tattoo Journalist.” He recalls, teasing over the leaves etched into your skin. “The two of you used to be a thing.”

“A couple of years ago.” You tell him, watching as his fingertips trail across your palm. “He’s settled now, has two kids with a lovely woman called Maggie.”

His fingers caress yours before they settle within the grooves, entwining. The silver stacker ringers you wear upon your fingers clack against his own.

“No lingering feelings?” He questions and you shake your head with a wry smile.

“He needed someone more present and that just wasn’t me.” You tell him honestly, cradling your glass of whiskey to your chest.

“Ah.” He says, nodding his head in understanding. “That’s the reason my marriage fell apart, I wasn’t very present. I’m a good father, a decent President but a shitty husband. We co-parent and she’ll always be the mother of my child but…”

“Sometimes two people just aren’t right for each other, no matter how much you try to make it work.” You say and he smiles that handsome smile of his before he brings your hand to his mouth.

His gaze is heated when he looks at you, you can see his desire simmering in his eyes as his lips brush over the hollow of your wrist.

“You wanna get out of here?” He murmurs against your skin. “Continue this someplace else.”

“Yea.” You say, setting your glass of whiskey down on the table. “I think I do.”

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Drunk Dialling

A/N: I have heard the song Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan so much on Tik Tok lately. Everytime I hear it I picture Ez, so of course I had to make a story about it.

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~~ Flashback ~~

"Swear Ez, it's always the same with you!" She screamed at me, continuing to throw her clothes in a suitcase.

"Mi amour, please we can talk about this!" I said taking ahold of her wrist in attempt to stop her from packing.

"No! It's always the same with you! Club this, Angel that! When is it gonna be me?" She said pulling her wrist from my grasp. I stood there speechless, unsure of what to say. With a sigh, she threw the last of her clothes into the suitcase and zipped it up. "That's what I thought, goodbye Ezekiel." And with that, she picked up the suitcase and walked out the door.

I stayed there and watched her walk out, hoping I would wake up from this nightmare.

~~ End of flashback ~~

It was a regular Friday night at the club, we had been throwing another party. I was sitting at the bar alone, sipping on my fourth or fifth beer of the night when Angel approached me.

"When are you gonna stop sulking little bro? It's been a year, it's time to let her go." With a scoff, I picked up my beer and chugged the rest of it. Signalling the prospect to bring me another as Angel let out a sigh.

"I'm not sulking, I'm just not in a party kind of mood." I said simply.

"You're never in the mood for anything anymore. When are you gonna go back to being your old self again?" I scoffed back at him before taking my beer off the bar and making my way through the crowd. Hearing angel call my name, I ignored it and continued out through the door.

When I got outside, I took a seat on top of the stairs before chugging the rest of my beer and throwing away the empty bottle, the sound of glass shattering in the distance. I pulled my phone out of my jeans and began scrolling through my camera roll and looking at all the pictures of her and I.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the door open and Angel come out.

"You wanna talk about it?" He said, taking the seat beside me on the steps. With a sigh, I slip my phone back into my pocket.

"I miss her." Staring straight ahead, I could feel Angel's eyes on me.

"I know you do, but you can't beat yourself up over it. It's been a year, it's time to move on! Fuck some other bitches and forget her!" I felt anger begin to boil up inside as I stood up and made my down the steps.

"You don't get it!" I snapped. With a sigh, Angel stood up and made his way down the steps and in front of me.

"What don't I get Ez? Huh?!" He snapped back poking at my chest. "It's been a year Ez, she's not coming back! You made your choice, it was her or the club and I know it hurts but you gotta let her fucking go. Ever since she left, all you've been doing is drowning your sorrows in a goddamn bottle instead of moving on!" Anger ran through my veins as I pushed against Angel.

"I can't! Why can't you get that?!" I screamed back at him. "It's not that fucking easy, I love her! Not a goddamn day goes by that I don't see her face, I look for her everywhere I go! I didn't even try to stop her." I felt tears begin forming in my eyes, "I jus- I just let her go, I let her walk out." Angel stared at me in silence. "Why did I let her go?"

"Come on, let's go back inside and forget this." I shook my head before walking past him and over to the steps.

"You go on without me." I said taking a seat. "I'll be in later." Without taking another look at Angel, I heard him let out a sigh before making his way up the steps and back into the club.

As the door closed shut, I pulled out my phone and went into my contacts. Hauling up her contact, I hovered my finger over her number, contemplating on making that call.

Letting the alcohol speak for me, I pressed down on the screen before pulling the phone up to my ear and hearing it ring.

ring... ring... ring... "Hey you reached (Y/N), leave a message and I'll call you back!"

"... Uh, hey... It's Ez... I just wanted to say... I miss you." And with that I hung up the phone. I rubbed my hand over my face, wondering if I was making a mistake leaving her a voicemail. Would she even listen to it? Or would she delete it and pretend I never called?

A million thought swirled around my head as I sat on the steps, the feeling of little wet droplets falling on my skin tore me away from my thoughts.

I let out a sigh, standing up and getting ready to head back into the club when I felt a vibration in my pocket.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)" Flashed across my screen. I slid my finger across the screen, answering the call and placing it against my ear.

"Ez... I miss you too..."

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rimunagenius · 5 months

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Home.

Pairing: Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza x GN!reader

Words: 644

Warnings: None.

A/n: I love Riz. He deserved the utmost genuine and undying love, and he definitely deserved better. That’s it. I just love my pretty boy.

Masterlist!!

NOT MY GIF!!

You knew the usual life of the club. The demanding runs, and the taxing ordeals that played out whether the guys intended them to or not. And you knew him. You knew your favorite boy’s empath traits and how some of these things took a toll on him. How most of the time, he took the brunt of the fight. Including the physical parts.

So you knew on nights like these when he stumbled into the house to find the living room light on, you on the couch with a blanket covering your legs, your favorite show running on the TV, that he would come home and be safe and relaxed with you. Be free of the outside world.

“Hi, baby.” You whispered as he sat himself abundantly close to you so that your shoulder and hips were touching as he toed off his boots. You leaned over kissed his cheek, looping your arm through his as he sat back, resting his head on the backrest of the couch.

He turned to face you, his hand coming up to caress your cheek bone with his thumb, kissing you so passionately yet so calm and sensualy. “Hola, amor mio.” He kissed you again, his tongue sneaking into your mouth, you accepting it happily.

He sighed after he pulled away, taking off his kutte, all to rest his head on the backrest of the couch again. “Rough day, mi amor?” You situated yourself to face his body, your arm around the back of his neck, his face now pointed in your direction as you ran your hand over his head, tangling your fingers softly into his hair.

Snuggling his face into the crook of your neck, he hummed softly, lifting his legs onto the couch, now fully intending to get you laying down so he could lay just how he liked—right between your legs with his head on your chest.

Knowing just what he wanted, you obliged and layed down so he could be comfortable. Now throwing the blanket that once covered you, over the both of you. “Fucking terrible day.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, securing you into him all while he was on top of you.

“It’s okay, relax, baby. I gotchu now.” You continued to tangle your fingers in his hair, massaging and playing with it while you both silently watched friends, giggling every now and then.

As you placed another kiss onto his head, you noticed his breathing turned even and steady. You smiled as you just looked down at the man laying on you. The man you loved and held so dearly to your heart. Your Michael. Your Riz. Your husband. You’d kill for this man, kill to have him like this in your arms for the rest of your life.

To hell with your friends and his, all you needed was eachother. To be wrapped up in their company and you’d be content even if the world was ending. You knew it could be an unhealthy look to someone who didn’t know you two, but the way you practically lived and breathed for him, was just to put it simply. Everyone around you saw the love you both shared for eachother. Undying.

“I love you, Ariza. Forever.” As the words left your mouth, he seemed to have squeezed you tighter, and sighed happily into your chest.

You shut the TV off and decided to just sleep on the couch tonight. His comfort and rest was more important than trying to get you both to bed. As you closed your eyes, and slowly started to drift, a ghost of a kiss was placed upon your chest, and half sleep and soft words were spoken. “I feel safe with you cariño. I love you. Always.”

You were his safe space and he was yours. No matter the weather, the events of the day, the impalpable love you two shared, brought you back to your grounded place. Brought you home.

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maibeewrites · 4 months

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handle your own when you become a man //

a Marcus Alvarez x female!OC fanfiction

summary:

Veronica could always defend herself, always keep a straight face.

Until one day, when she has to do something that makes even herself question, what was she made for.

part I Bigger dog

"Everybody, calm it!" said Jax for the fourth time with an angry expression. Everyone held everyone at gunpoint. The deal with the Mayans went south. The Sons were all in Mayan grounds, they were surrounded.

They came to convince Alvarez to let them sell a shipment of guns near Oakland. Needless to say, El Padrino wasn't too happy about them arming up his streets.

But the Irish were pushing hard on the Sons and they needed to find a buyer ASAP. The Niners didn't buy it. They were deep in shit. A street gang in Oakland was offering just enough money for them to cover the Kings and make some profit for themselves. It would been the perfect situation, only for them weren't on enemy territory.

"It is a one time deal. You get a percentage too." Jax added.

Alvarez laughed. "You white boy you tripping on some shit if you think I will let you sell here."

"At least can we talk through this without pointing the guns?" Veronica said quietly and gestured around with her free hand.

Alvarez shook his head, and signalled to his men to lower their guns.

"Thank you" nodded Jax. The mexican did the same.

"Please Marcus, if we weren't in this situation, we wouldn't ask you something like this. And have another offer." Jax gestured to Veronica to continue.

So this was the part when she had to step in. She found herself in this situation because of a debt. She had to borrow once some money from SAMCRO, and they agreed that instead of fully paying it back in cash, she did something for them.

Her gig was a high end beauty store in the outskirts of Stockton. She imported MAC lipsticks and Uzis. Dior powders and metamphetamine. What was in season. That was her shit.

"If you let them sell this shipment now, I will pay you an allowance in the next three months, Papi. A percentage of sales. The higher the sales, the more money you get" said Veronica and crossed her arms. This was her deal with Jax, this is how she was gonna pay off the rest of her debt.

"What's your business have to do with this?" Alvarez asked.

"Oh, I'm just happy to help out my friends, you know. It's good for business you know if you have powerful relationships with powerful people" said Veronica with a smirk on her face.

Alvarez and her had already crossed ways in multiple occasions. Everybody in that area who dwelt in illegal businesses knew her. She immigrated from Eastern Europe when she was a minor. As an orphan, she quickly had to fend for herself in order to survive in this climate. She was the diva, a woman in power, who was not involved in porn or prostitution, but instead, in their trade. She was a curiosity nonetheless.

Plus Veronica was young and pretty. She had long dirty blonde hair, which she always wore wavy, and big blue eyes which stared so intensely into everyones' eyes. She was tall, almost the same height as Alvarez. She was athletic but very curvy at the right places, and slim where she needed to be. She was always told when she was a kid that she was "big boned". In the California sun, her skin was a bit more tan that originally, but still, she was a light shade of cream.

Overall, she looked beautiful. But her beauty was always overshadowed by who she was. She always wore combat boots, leather or cargo pants, utilitarian clothing, jackets, denim. She almost carried herself like a man sometimes, but she still had that feminine softness in her. The way she spoke, she was wise, determined and playful at the same time.

Of course she caught Marcus Alvarez's eye. It was always his fantasy to absolutely hatefuck the shit out of that smartass blanca. To make her cry and make her beg for it. He was curious, what else she could do with that pretty, pouty mouth besides playing tough.

"Jax, how much do you need this deal?" asked Alvarez.

"I think I aleardy layed it out for you. I need this" replied Jax with a stern voice. "Ask anything else, I give it to you"

Alvarez was thinking for a second.

"Alright. I let you sell it. You give my my 100 grand. And the percentage for her sales."

"Thank you, ese" Jax said and he couldn't hide his relief.

"There is one more thing, you." Alvarez said straight to Veronica.

The woman raised her brows.

"Me? Yes?"

"No, I mean I want you. For one night." Marcus looked her in the eyes.

Veronica got really confused at first, then it dawned on her.

"What?" The question left her lips so silently that even Jax could barely understand.

The air froze and everyone stared at her.

She rarely felt anxious. The feeling of anxiety was only familiar to her from memories. When she was in fifth grade, and in the winter, the boys would come and drag the most pretty and popular girls in the snow, kicking snow in their faces and ruining their clothes. She always hated that. Her stomach sank every time when recess came. How the boys cornered her and dragged her out in the snow.

But now, she felt the anxiety. A flash of cold washed over her.

"What?" she asked, but the question felt like it wasn't even aimed at Alvarez in particular. It was aimed at everyone. Did she really need to do this for the Sons?

"Chill out, ninita. You spend a night with me. A whole night" said Alvarez with a smirk on his face.

"You a funny man" Veronica said, and now her anxiety slowly turned to anger.

"Easy now" intervened Jax. He pulled Veronica to the side.

"Listen, I don't want this to be this way. But you have to say yes. As much as I know that this is wrong. Please" Jax looked at her with pleading eyes. "They will kill my family if we don't get a buyer" he spoke the last sentence almost as a whisper.

Veronica felt sorry for Jax, but at the same time wanted to laugh him and everyone in the face. What is she? What is she in the eyes of these men?

Really, a night with her?

It didn't take much thought to figure out what were Alvarez's intentions. She always could tell if someone wanted her.

She always put people into four categories: the ones with mutual attraction, even if it was platonic, the ones with no attraction, and the ones who either were attracted to her, but she wasn't to them, and the ones with the opposite.

Marcus Alvarez was in the first category. She found the man good-looking, but this didn't help the situation, that he demanded a night with her, so he could use her as he will. No one does this to her. No one touches her without her consent.

And now she had to give consent. The Mayans were snickering, the Sons stared at them and at their leader with rage. But they had to stay quiet, she was doing this for them.

"Okay. Tell me where to go and when." said Veronica finally, completely defeated.

"Just be ready tonight by 9. I will pick you up at your house" said Alvarez "now go, get the fuck out of my crib."

Jax ushered the Sons out. Veronica only looked straight ahead, pretending to not see the concerned stares.

"Oh, and wear a dress, look pretty" added Alvarez as he turned his back on Veronica.

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