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thisreadswhatever · 1 year

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His Best Friend's Sister

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 2.2k

[summary]: as Opie’s little sister, you never really had a chance with Jax. but with a plan to make him jealous one night at Diosa, you're hoping you can change all of that.

[cw]: 18+, flirting, slight angst, smut, younger reader (just out of college), pet names, oral f receiving, choking, biting, mildly rough sex, spelling/grammar errors throughout

[an]: this is based off of this request (thank you!) - it took so long to finish as i was struggling to write for awhile. it’s not as rough smut wise as it could’ve been but for my first one in a few months it could’ve been worse. anyways now it’s complete i think it may be one of my favourite things i’ve wrote for jax! hope you enjoy. requests are always welcomed - they really help me gain some confidence in my writing. if you’d like to be tagged in future works please lmk :)

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, brother?”

Jax was perched against the door of the men’s bathroom in Diosa.

“If my sister’s going to be with any outlaw, I guess it’s better off being my best friend.”

Jax was amused at this, smirking as he pushed Opie in the shoulder. “As far as outlaws I’d say I’m a pretty big catch.”

Opie scoffed while he zipped up his jeans, “Just don’t break her heart, or I’ll have to break your jaw.” Jax grinned at his best friend, “fair enough.”

You’d known Jax since you were both little kids, and between him and Opie, you always felt like just the pestering little sister, even if you were only two years younger than them. Once you’d graduated college and moved back to Charming, you’d realised just how much you liked Jax. He wasn’t like any guy you’d met at college, and you were crushing.. hard. It had been weeks of playing it cool, and you were done with the act. Tonight you had put on your best dress for Chib’s birthday party at Diosa, and you were going to make Jax see you weren’t just Opie’s annoying little sister anymore.

He walked in from the back rooms with Opie, laughing and running his hands through his hair, rings on every other finger. There was just something about Jax. You pretended you didn’t see him, but any chick with eyes would’ve looked. Melissa, one of the Diosa girls that you’d recently become friends with, had noticed him arrive too.

“Well if your plan doesn’t work in that dress, you got no chance.”

You’d wore the sexiest dress you had, a black short formed velvet dress with tiny straps and the tightest push up bra you could find.

“It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve worn a dress in front of him. He probably won’t notice me at all.”

Nonetheless, you did what you could to catch his eye. You shimmied on your seat towards the bar to make sure Jax could see you, and maybe he could catch a glimpse of your best assets flaunting with the help of your bra. You glanced over at him, wishing he’d glance back so you could lock eyes, yet he was clearly preoccupied by the heated discussion Tig and Bobby were having.

Melissa sighed, “we gotta go for plan B.”

You had no clue what she meant. “Hey Lucas, get over here.” You shifted your view from Jax to her, shocked by whatever she was conjuring up.

“What the fuck are you doing Melissa?”

“You want Jax to notice you?”

“By talking to a prospect?”

“Just shut up and do what I say.” If she wasn’t your closest friend here, you would’ve punched her. Lucas had only been a prospect with the club for a few months, he was shy and in your opinion, a little too innocent looking to be an outlaw. He stood beside your table, unsure what it was he was there for.

“Hey ladies. What can I do for ya?”

“Why don’t you sit down? We don’t bite.” Poor Lucas was melting at the flirty smile Melissa flashed his way. He shrugged and wedged himself on the empty chair placed at the edge of the table, right beside you. You almost felt bad for him.

Almost. Because it was that very moment that you glanced at Jax, and realised he was looking over now, directly at you, smiling while sipping his beer. Your heart started to race.

“What do you think of y/n’s dress?” She must’ve really wanted you to punch her. How the fuck was this going to get you Jax? Lucas pulled at the collar of his shirt, clearly wary that whatever the answer, he was in for it.

“It’s smokin’. Is that all you called me over here for?” Melissa nudged you on the side, pushing you closer to Lucas. “We just thought you may wanna get to know y/n a little better. Seeming as you’re new to the club and all.” You weren’t sure if Lucas looked delighted at the attention or like he wanted to run for the hills.

Melissa whispered in your ear, “It’s working.”

You looked over your shoulder back to the bar, and she was right, Jax hadn’t taken his eyes off you. You decided to play into it a little more. “Hey Lucas, did you know there’s a room out the back that is completely sound proofed?” Melissa gawked at your blunt question. Okay, maybe that was too far. “Umm.. no...” You leaned into him, placing your hand on his leg. “Yep, wanna see?” Lucas gulped and stood up. “Sure, why not.” You smiled at him and held your hand out for him to take, and you both headed towards the back rooms. You didn’t so much as peak at Melissa, but you did look at Jax. He was still watching, as you left the lobby, hand in hand with Lucas.

“This is the room. Pretty cool, huh?” You walked along the velvet wall frame, covered in grey foam squares. The room was large and full of red silk and tapestry. Lucas trailed behind you, closing the door as he followed. “Why would there be sound proofing at a massage parlour?” You laughed, the poor kid really was as naive as he was innocent. “This isn’t a massage parlour, silly.” You were about to explain, until there was a loud knock at the door. Before anyone could answer it, Jax walked in. “Club business out back, prospect. Tig’s looking for you.” Lucas practically ran, nodding at Jax as he left, slamming the door behind him.

And just like that, you were alone. With Jax. For the first time. Ever.

“Hi, Jax.” was all you could get out.

“Hey there, darlin.”

“Club business? Now?” You sat down on the edge of the bed, brutally aware of how high the skin on your thighs were now exposed from the already too short dress. Jax ignored your question as he sat down right next to you, twirling a lighter in his hands. “What exactly were you doing in here with the prospect?” You couldn’t lie to Jax, you were smart enough to know he’d see right through it. You also couldn’t tell him how you’d used the poor innocent soul to make him jealous either. “He wanted to see the room. I was being courteous.” Jax couldn’t contain the laughter now, “Courteous? He looked like his face was gonna melt off.”

Jax stood up and leaned back on his heels, plainly drinking you in with his eyes.

“Were you always this hot?”

Your heart started to race again, crimson filled your cheeks, but you knew you had to play it cool. You narrowed your eyes at him, “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

Jax smiled back at you. “I never really noticed before. Being Ope’s sister kinda means you’re off limits.” Great. Still in little sister territory. “Then why are you here?”

He was walking to the other side of the room before he sat on the love seat in the far corner. “I wanted to check out the sound proofing.” He was highly amused.

“Very funny.” You figured he was just fucking with you, so you got up from the bed, heading for the door.

“Wait, don’t go.” Jax rushed to stand inbetween you and the doorway, blocking your exit. “I’m only messing with you babe. I’m here cos I couldn’t let Lucas have the hottest girl in Charming.”

“What’s it to you if I’m ‘off limits’..”

The gap between you and Jax was slimming so much you were sure he could hear your heart pounding through your chest. “Play it cool, play it cool” was all you kept repeating to yourself.

“That was before I told Ope I want you to be my old lady. And before I saw you seducing the prospects-“, Jax closed what space was remaining between you, “but I guess if you’d rather have a prospect I could leave you lovebirds to it..”

You shook your head. “Lucas is cute and all but you’re pretty alright too.” Jax leaned into you smiling, turning his back from the door. You moved with him, until you were the one with your back against the door, and Jax so close you could feel his chest moving with each breath. “I definitley don’t want to share you with Lucas.” He was so matter of fact. His nose was touching yours, your body’s morphing into one from the closeness. Fuck.

“Then make me all yours.”

Jax pulled his weight into you, pressing you firmly against the door. You grabbed his cut and pulled him tighter, if that were even possible, securing every inch of your body against his. You wrapped your hands into his blonde hair, tugging at the strands, before pulling your mouth to his. You had to stretch on your toes to reach him, using his hair to bring him closer to your level. He kissed you back with intent, his breath warm and smelling of cigarettes and beer, and you couldn’t get enough. Moans escaped between your lips as his hands travelled all over your dress, pushing you even further into the door so you could feel his hard on rubbing against you.

He pulled your hands from his hair, pinning them above your head to the door. He secured you there with one hand, and used his other to trail his fingers down your chest and stomach, pulling the fabric of your dress higher and higher. He kept his hand against your thigh, gnawing at the skin between your legs, all while kissing your neck as he moved towards your ear. “I like you like this”, he whispered. You groaned at the sound of his praise. This all just felt too good to be true.

He tugged the skin of your thighs tighter and the sensation sent tingles through your core, like a fire was burning in your hips towards your mound. It was all too much. “Holy shit, Jax. Just fuck me already.”

He giggled into your neck and suddenly your hands were released, with your feet lifted off the ground as Jax threw you on the bed. He was standing over you, pulling the buckle from his belt in his jeans. “Mmmm.. well maybe I like you like this better. Take off those panties.” You did as he said, knowing you would follow every instruction he ever gave you without a second thought. You wiggled out of your laced briefs while you lay there, before balling them up and throwing them at him. Jax caught them with one hand, and put them in his back pocket before pulling his jeans off. “What about my dress?” you asked playfully. He knelt down beside the bed, extending his hands to feel you under the dress that was now barely clinging to your body, before sliding them down to your legs and spreading them wide. “Stay just like that.”

He pulled at your hips and slid your body down the length of the bed until you were just hanging off the edge. You whimpered at the touch of his tongue to your soaking pussy. Jax was lapping up every inch of you, and you could feel the pressure mounting between your legs in response. “Jax- fuck- please.” It was all too much. The kneading of your thighs beneath his fingers as he pulled you further into his mouth, his tongue circling and sucking and pulling your clit over and over and over and over. You were almost at the brink of relief when Jax pulled away, smirking at you from the bedside. “Ever since I saw you in that dress I wanted to have my head under it.” He hovered over you, licking his lips before planting them on yours, making you taste every drip of your drenched pussy. You couldn’t take much more.

“Don’t make me beg, Jax.” You could barely get the words out between the gasps of air and his relentless tongue encapsulating yours.

“You don’t have to beg darling’, I’m going to take you so fucking bad.”

Jax pulled his cock from his briefs and slid into you before you could even respond, pounding his length into you while pressing your neck with his hand, choking you into the bed. “Fuck- you’re- so- big.” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the fullness inside of you. You wrapped your hands around his arm securing his to your neck, craving more. He pushed his thumb into your mouth, holding it open as he repeatedly thrusted into you. “Show me what your mouth can do, baby.” You did as he said, sucking and caressing his thumb with your tongue as he lifted your legs from the bed, pulling him deeper inside you. You whimpered and bit on his thumb to stop the noises pouring from your throat, before he removed his hand from your neck. He leant down into you, kissing you while fucking you, pulling your dress to expose your breasts.

“Don’t need to be quiet in a sound proofed room babe. I want to hear you.” His words took you over the edge, and you came together simultaneously. Jax collapsed to your side.

“Holy fuck, Jax.” You couldn’t get anymore words out. He grinned at you as you giggled, embarrassed at your lack of words.

Jax kissed you before grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Your cheeks at this point must’ve been the furthest shade of red imaginable. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t real.”

“Better believe it babe. And I’m not even done with you yet.”

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purestxblood · 1 year

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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒,

Just a short navigation of all the one-shots I have written for the month of March thus far –

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cositapreciosa · 1 year

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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.

Tagging my number one fans in my Gilly delusion @narcolini @drabbles-mc

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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rimunagenius · 19 days

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sparklemichele · 1 year

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I posted 769 times in 2022

That's 220 more posts than 2021!

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Soul Necessities

Okay so I fell down the Austin Butler rabbit hole. Here is a drabble of a story I'm working on. Let me know if you will like to be tagged.

Link to full story is here.

You were explaining to a customer about High John oil when he walked in. He wore a baseball cap and sunglasses hoping to disguise himself, but you knew who he was since he visited your shop the last three times. You always gave your celebrity clients anonymity as some had come to you for readings and shopped in your shop for all their needs to help them along their spiritual journey. You finished with your customer and helped another as you watched him looking over your crystal selection. He must have felt you gazing at him as he looked up an caught your gaze. You sheepishly looked away. You wanted to kick yourself as you never gave any customer special treatment, but it was something about his energy that drew you to him. While helping one of your customers you notice he made his selection and headed to the register. You looked around for Dora your assistant to ring him up when you realized she was in the back making more oils. Shit! You would have to ring him up. You were lucky enough to not ring him up his last few visits but today it would be your turn. As you walked up to the register, he took off his sunglasses and smiled at you.

“How are you doing?” He greeted. His voice was sexy and raspy, and your knees went weak. This was why you kept yourself from him. His energy had a pull on you, and you could not allow yourself to be caught up.

“I’m good I hope you are.” You gazed in his blue eyes. They were beautiful. He sat a couple crystals on the counter. “So, we are getting Bloodstone and Carnelian today?”

“Yeah, I need the confidence and courage. I’m auditioning for a big role tomorrow.”

“I’m sure you will get it.” You reached behind the counter and pulled a Black Tourmaline and put it in his bag with the others. “I’m giving you a Black Tourmaline as it will keep negative energy away.”

“Thank you so much! I’m Austin.” He stuck his hand out to shake and you firmly shook it and of course you felt the electricity between you two. He must have felt it to because his eyes widen a little.

“I’m Y/N.” you let go of his hand.

“Yes, I know, and you are the owner of this beautiful shop.” You looked at him curiously as to how he knew that. “A friend suggested I come here.”

“Oh, that’s great!” You gave him his total and swiped his card he handed you.

“Can I schedule a reading with you.” Austin licked his lips and stared at you intently. You felt the sexual energy radiating off him. There was no way you could give him a reading as you were to attracted to him. You berated yourself for the way you felt as you had done plenty of reading for good looking celebrities, but it was something about Austin that threw you off your game. So, you suggested Dora and his micro expression of disappointment flashed across his face. You lied and told him you were booked and handed him Dora’s card. He took the card and thanked you. Customers started lining up behind him.

“Thank you for this.” He held up his bag of crystals.

“Of course, they will help. Put them in your pockets when you audition. I have a feeling you will get the part.”

Austin smiled his beautiful smile at you, put on his sunglasses and walked out the door. As he exited relief washed over you. He took a lot from you. His energy was just too strong around you.

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Untitled Part 2

I can't for the life of me think of a title!

Reggie Kray X Reader

Read Untitled one here.

You studied Reggie for a moment trying to determine what he wanted. The bags were getting heavier, so you gave in and let him in your brother’s home. Reggie followed behind you and sat the grocery bag on the kitchen counter like you did the others.

“Will you and your brother be my guest tonight?” Reggie asked again.

“Sure. Just make sure we don’t run into any problems.” You told him as you started toward the door hoping he would get the hint. He did and stopped on the porch to look at you.

“You will not have any problems. I will see you both around 9.”

You nodded and shut the door in his face.

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95 notes - Posted March 23, 2022

Oscar Night Hangover

Just a little drabble...

The freight train ran over your body and decided to back up and roll over it again for good measure. You groaned as you opened your eyes to a mostly dark room, the blinds had been closed, but some sunlight was creeping through. You closed your eyes again as an intense headache pounded your temples.

“Oh God,” you moaned as you sat up in bed. You still had your dress on from the Oscar’s last night. What the fuck happened? You sat for a few minutes trying to recollect the previous night. You remember being on the red carpet with Austin, you remember him winning the Best Actor award, but the after party you were drawing a blank.

You looked over to find a bottle of water and a couple Goody powder packets sitting on the nightstand. Ah shit! You must have really got fucked up last night. You looked over to find Austin fast asleep in his boxers. How the hell was he in his boxers and you were still fully dressed. You leaned over to wake him and winced from your headache.

“Austin…Austin..” You shook his shoulder to wake him up.

Austin sat up, rubbing his eyes, and looked over at you. A hearty chuckle escaped him as he looked at your appearance.

“What the hell happened?”

Austin couldn’t help but start to really laugh. “What?” You were so confused.

“Babe, you had way too much vodka.”

“Oh my God, how bad was I?” You prayed you did not embarrass Austin on his big night; however, you felt a little relief as his laugher got louder.

“You were no worse than anyone else. You, Viola, Lupita and Danai sure had a good time on the dance floor.”

“Why am I still in my dress?”

“You didn’t want to take it off. You literally just crashed on the bed, so I let you be. I know how stubborn you are when you’re drunk.”

You sighed with frustration and slowly got up from the bed, steadying yourself as you still had a slight buzz. You headed to the bathroom, Austin got up from the bed and followed you to the bathroom, he knew the routine. He leaned on the door frame. You gasped when you got to the mirror.

“Austin!! Why did you let me get like this?!!” You stood dumbfounded as you looked at your smeared makeup with one false eyelash barely hanging on. Your braids that were done up in a beautiful style were now only half up in style. You sighed as you undid the rest of your hair and let it fall anywhere it wanted to lay.

“Babe, I told you to slow down, but you never listen, especially when you and Danai get together.” Austin chuckled again as he walked into the bathroom and stood behind you.

“You ready?” He asked amusement all over his face.

“Ready for what?” You asked, looking at him from the mirror and as if on cue you became extremely nauseous.

“Dammit!” You rushed to the toilet, got on your knees, and leaned over, Austin grabbed your braids and held them back as you vomited. Holding your hair tight he rubbed your back as you purged. It seemed forever before you were finally done. You felt a little better as Austin helped you up from the toilet.

“You never going to learn, are you?” Austin asked with the same look of amusement. You walked to the sink and brushed your teeth quickly to get the horrible taste out of your mouth. Austin kissed the top of your head and went back into the bedroom. You removed your dress and looked over in the full-length mirror, you really looked a hot ass mess. Walking out into the bedroom with dress in hand and only your panties on you asked Austin if you ruined his night.

“No, babe you didn’t. If anything, you made it more entertaining as always.” He told you sitting on the edge of the bed. You threw your dress down on the bed and stood in front of him.

“Are you sure?” you rubbed your hands through his sandy blonde hair as he wrapped his arms around your waist kissing your stomach.

“Yes, I’m sure.” He looked up at you with his gorgeous smile that he always gave you to reassure you.

“I’m so proud of you for winning best actor. It was definitely well deserved.”

“Thanks babe.” He kissed your stomach again softly and you felt his tongue trace your bellybutton.

“Babe, I need to take a shower.” You needed to make love to your handsome Oscar winner as it obviously did not happen last night.

“Can I join you? He asked hopefully. You leaned over and softly kissed his lips.

“Well of course you can….who is going to deny the best actor in Hollywood.” Austin got up and picked you up and slung you over his shoulder. You yelped and laughed.

“I love you, you lush.” He slapped your ass as he took you in the bathroom. He put you in front of the shower.

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110 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

Soul Necessities

You were explaining to a customer about High John oil when he walked in. He wore a baseball cap and sunglasses hoping to disguise himself, but you knew who he was since he visited your shop the last three times. You always gave your celebrity clients anonymity as some had come to you for readings and shopped in your shop Soul Necessities for all their needs to help them along their spiritual journey. You finished with your customer and helped another as you watched him looking over your crystal selection. He must have felt you gazing at him as he looked up an caught your gaze. You sheepishly looked away. You wanted to kick yourself as you never gave any customer special treatment, but it was something about his energy that drew you to him. While helping one of your customers you notice he made his selection and headed to the register. You looked around for Dora your assistant to ring him up when you realized she was in the back making more oils. Shit! You would have to ring him up. You were lucky enough to not ring him up his last couple of visits but today it would be your turn. As you walked up to the register, he took off his sunglasses and smiled at you.

“I’m good I hope you are.” You gazed in his blue eyes. They were beautiful. He sat a couple crystals on the counter. “So, we are getting Bloodstone and Carnelian today?”

“Yeah, I need the confidence and courage. I’m auditioning for a big role in a couple of days.”

“I’m sure you will get it.” You reached behind the counter and pulled a small piece of Black Tourmaline and put it in his bag with the others. “I’m giving you a piece of Black Tourmaline as it will keep negative energy away.”

“I’m Y/N.” you let go of his hand.

“Yes, I know, and you are the owner of this beautiful shop.” You looked at him curiously as to how he knew that. “A friend suggested I come here.”

“Oh, that’s great!” You gave him his total and swiped his card he handed you.

“Can I schedule a reading with you.” Austin licked his lips and stared at you intently. Fuck! He knew what he was doing. You felt the sexual energy radiating off him. There was no way you could give him a reading as you were too attracted to him. You berated yourself for the way you felt as you had done plenty of reading for good looking celebrities, but it was something about Austin that threw you off your game. So, you suggested Dora and his micro expression of disappointment flashed across his face. You lied and told him you were booked and handed him Dora’s card. He took the card and thanked you.

“Thank you for this.” He held up his bag of crystals.

“Of course, they will help. Put them in your pockets when you audition. I have a feeling you will get the part.”

Austin smiled his beautiful smile at you, put on his sunglasses and walked out the door. As he exited relief washed over you. He took a lot from you. His energy was just too strong around you. You rung up some customers and Dora finally exited the back with a basket of freshly made oils.

“You finally spoke to him?” she asked stocking the shelf.

“Dora, did you stay in the back on purpose?”

Dora chuckled, “Yes, you needed to talk to him this time. You been lusting after him ever since he’s been coming in here.”

“You little bitch!”

“I know but trust me you will thank me later.”

“For what? I’m staying far away from him. He’s an energy vampire and it’s too much for me.”

“Oh please! He is not intentionally draining you. He is just attracted to you. Why do you think he has been coming here?”

“For his spiritual needs like everyone else.”

“Don’t play dumb.” Dora rolled her eyes at you.

“Well, he asked for a reading, and I gave him your card.”

“That’s for the best cause you won’t be able to do it.”

“I know Dora!”

“Oh now you want to act all wise.” Dora chuckled and went to help a customer that walked in.

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Stubborn

“You have put me in the most impossible position the past two years, Y/N!!” your brother Kelvin shouted at you.

“Lower your voice before you wake up Nemma!” you harshly whispered at him. As soon as the words left your mouth you heard your daughter start to fuss over the baby monitor. You gave your brother a stern look and went to check on your baby girl. Kelvin sighed in frustration and sat down on your couch. You walked back into the living room holding Neema trying to soothe her.

“Kelvin, if I wanted him to know I would have told him.” You sat next to your brother.

“He has a right to know he’s a father. He has called or text me at least every other day begging me for your number or any info. Do you know how hard it has been not to tell him? He’s, my friend.”

“I’m your sister and I asked you not to tell him anything and I want you to continue to respect my wishes. He doesn’t need a child in his life right now. He is about to become an huge star.”

“That is up for him to decide. I’m telling him in Cannes and that’s final.” Kelvin stood up and looked at you with his mind set. You couldn’t argue with him anymore because you saw in his eyes, he was dead set on doing what he said he was going to do. You sighed as Kelvin leaned over and kissed his niece’s cheek and your cheek.

“I love you, sis.” With that Kelvin was out the door to catch his flight to Cannes, France. You sat on the couch stunned and scared of what was to come.

For the past three days your brother refused to answer your calls. It was frustrating because you weren’t just calling for personal reasons but professional as you were his assistant and had work related information for him. Calls from casting directors were picking up since he was cast as B.B. King in the movie Elvis, and you needed to relay info to him but he left you no choice but to leave him detailed information on his voicemail. You kissed Nemma’s chubby cheeks as you dressed her for bedtime when you heard your doorbell ring. You frowned because you were going to be pissed if it was a salesperson. Hopefully it was your Amazon packages as the app did say they were a few stops away.

You picked up Nemma, walked to your door and peep out the peephole. You gasped and stepped back when you saw who was on the other side of your door. Fuck! Fuck! Dammit Kelvin!

You just stood staring at the door when Nemma began to get fussy and cry out.

“I know you are in there Y/N! Open the door!” His deep, sultry voice carried through the door. You started to panic because you literally had on an old Metallica t-shirt with black boy shorts and your long braids were tied up in a scarf. You looked a hot mess. You shifted Nemma to your left side and slowly open the door. There he stood looking tired, but amazing. His light blue jeans and red t-shirt were wrinkled, his dirty blonde hair was messy and all over his head. Beside him were a large suitcase and a carryon bag. You realized he must have flown straight from Cannes.

“Austin, what are you doing here?” Dumb question.

Austin just stood there staring at Neema. You didn’t know what to do or say, so you just stood there also and then you notice his eyes fill up with tears.

“Why?” his voice was soft and full of hurt. You felt as if someone punched you in the gut. Maybe you made the wrong decision in keeping it from him that he had a child. You thought it was for the best after all it was just a one night stand you both had in Australia. You were with your brother on set and even got to play an extra in the movie. One night you, Austin, your brother, and a few others were in Alton Mason’s hotel room drinking and having a good time. Everyone tested negative for Covid that morning, so no one was worried about being in the same room. Now you were not going to lie and say you didn’t find Austin extremely attractive as soon as you laid eyes on him and per your brother, he felt the same. So, after a night of drinking, you found yourself in his temporary home that night waking up in his bed with a splitting headache and your core aching. He fucked you hard that night. He was still sleep and you let yourself out and found your way back to your hotel. It was your brothers last scene so you both were on a plane back home within hours. Your brother knew you were with Austin that night and you asked him if Austin called looking for you not to give him your number. You didn’t want to date an actor, you dealt with enough of them working for your brother. When you found out you were pregnant you kept it from your brother as long as you could even though he kept telling you Austin was calling him asking for you. Why was he so relentless it was just a one-night stand……wasn’t it?

You stepped aside to let Austin in…what else were you going to do. Austin grabbed his luggage and walked into your home. Damn he smelled good. He sat his luggage by the door. Turned around and looked at you as a tear rolled down his face. You quickly walked over to your coffee table and grabbed him a Kleenex.

“I’m sorry.” You told him as you handed it to him. That was all you could think of to say.

“I tried Y/N, I tried so hard to find you, but you didn’t want me?”

“I thought it was for the best at the time. I don’t know what else I can say….I’m truly sorry Austin.” As you watch him stare adoringly at his daughter you were truly apologetic for your actions toward him and to Neema for missing out on being with her dad the first year of her life.

“We have a lot to talk about, but I want to hold my daughter now.” Austin wiped his face of tears; you handed him his daughter and grabbed his tissue to throw away. When you came back into the living room, he was sitting on the couch holding her staring at her with awe. She was beautiful. She had his dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes with a dark tan complexion. She was the spitting image of you and him both.

“I can get a DNA test if you want.” You told him sitting at the opposite end of the couch. Austin’s head snapped up looking at you with a hint of anger in his eyes.

“Did I ask for one?” his voice was raised.

“Okay…Okay…” You shrunk back into the couch feeling like an idiot. “Austin I-”

“Don’t Y/N…just don’t. You have no idea the feelings I have for you and if you speak now, I might say something that will hurt you.”

You were shocked. “Austin it was just one night.” You didn’t mean what you were saying.

“It was more for me and obviously it wasn’t just one night. We have a child together! I can’t possibly love someone so heartless.”

Love!

“Love?”

Austin sighed, he looked so defeated and mentally tired. “Yes, Y/N. I love you and you have no idea what I have been through the past two years. Look at me and tell me you don’t feel the same cause when we were together that night, I know we both felt it. I wasn’t fucking you Y/N, I was making love to you. I know it scared you. That’s why you ran away and why you kept Nemma from me. Don’t feed me that bullshit about not wanting to date actors like Kelvin says. I’m not just some random actor. I’m the father of your child.”

You looked at him dumbfounded as realization washed over you. You knew it, you been known but you kept denying it and burying it deep down. You did love him. You loved him the moment you laid eyes on him on set. Austin leaned down and kissed Nemma on the lips and looked back up at you.

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So I’m binged Narcos and Narcos: Mexico during my isolation (thanks COVID) and now I have a new thirst obsession…

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For the fuck’s sake, can we PLEASE stop fan casting white women as characters that are meant to be POC?!

If I see ONE more white woman as any of the characters in any of Mariana Zapata’s books (minus the first three), I may explode!!

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Finally finished Mayans…

And I definitely believe Elgin’s endgame for the series is a dead EZ.

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Also anyone notice that Amado (fictional) got the happy ending with his Cubanita that Pablo didn’t get with Mimi in Narcos: Mexico?

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Of all the names they could’ve named that baby…. They chose MAVERICK?!?

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Something in the Orange

Something in the Orange is now live

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WRITING UPDATE:)

Okay, as some of y'all may know, I have decided to stop writing for GVF. Honestly, I have no ideas or projects in that fandom anymore, and I fell out of it. It was wild ride, and I'll always cherish it, but for the life of me I can not get back into it.

HOWEVER

I have fallen back into writing for fictional characters again. Idk why, that's just been second nature to me. It's what I started out writing, and did the best at and have had a lot of success in doing it.

That being said. . .

I am going to start writing for my old fandom again! I have always loved SOA and Mayans (I mean S&S and Ghosts are both loosely based off of SOA). Some of y'all who have found my Wattpad may have found my story 'Out Of The Dust' which was posted on here, but I hated it and decided to take it down:) BUT I will be rewriting and cross posting on here and on Wattpad as well.

So time to be annoying. . . but my requests are open:) below is a list of characters for SOA, Mayans, and Outer Range that I write for:)

thank you so much for being amazing and understanding and I hope y'all stick around for it:))

CHARACTERS:

OUTER RANGE:

Rhett Abbott

SONS OF ANARCHY:

Jax Teller Chibs Telford Happy Lowman Juice Ortiz

MAYANS MC

Angel Reyes EZ Reyes Miguel Galindo Bishop Losa Nestor Oceteva

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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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alwaysachorusgirl · 2 years

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New Traditions

Pairing: Werewolf!Bishop x Witch!Reader

Word Count: 1836

For: covers the decorating square for @storiesofsvu holiday bingo

TW: none

Author's Note: a little holiday fic set in my Werewolf AU, because why not? Katt, my apologies for getting this in so close to the wire, mental exhaustion and lack of motivation had been a bitch.

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You awoke to the sound of pots and pans and utensils clanking against one another, and the sound of soft music. You groaned as you reached for your phone to check the time and saw that your alarm hadn’t even gone off yet. You turned it off and rolled over to kiss your boyfriend “Good morning”, only to find his side of the bed empty. You were confused for a moment in your still sleepy state until the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, pancakes, and bacon came wafting through the slightly open bedroom door. You couldn’t help but smile as you realized where Bishop was, and what he was up to.

You stretched and rose from bed. You pulled on some pajama pants and quietly made your way to the bathroom to freshen up, before heading to the kitchen. You nearly melted at the sight when you saw Bishop, clad only in sweatpants, muscles and tattoos on full display, making breakfast in your small apartment kitchen. His hair was still a bit mussed from the night before, and he looked so soft and domestic and carefree. You wondered if any of his packmates knew that this side of him existed. At the Scrapyard, he was the boss; at the clubhouse, he was El Presidente, but here with you, he was just Bishop. Here with you he had the freedom to breathe with no club bullshit weighing down on his shoulders. He didn’t have to put the macho-tough guy front, and let you see the deeply flawed and vulnerable man underneath; and it made you love him that much more.

“I can feel you staring, querida.”

“Well, you know, a girl could used to seeing this first thing in the morning.”

“Well, that means my master plan is working,” he replied, smirking as he glanced at you over his shoulder. “Good morning, mi reina.”

“Good morning, handsome.” You sauntered over to him and wrapped your arms around his sturdy torso. Bishop let go of the frying pan handle so that one of his arms would be free to pull you into him. He placed kisses on your forehead, your nose, and then your lips, making you giggle.

“You sleep, okay?”

You nodded. “I always do when you’re around. You?”

“Like a rock,” he replied, flipping the pancakes. “I see you’re still wearing my shirt.”

“Well, you did say it looks better on me…”

“Oh, no argument there.” As far as he was concerned, you in his clothes was the sexiest fucking thing in the world, and nothing would ever convince him otherwise. He checked the pancakes and bacon one more time. “Pour yourself a cup of coffee, baby, breakfast is ready.”

“Thank goodness! Everything smells amazing!”

You prepared your coffee, while Bishop transferred the pancakes onto one plate and the bacon onto another. You rejoined him at the table and loaded up your plate with food. You were delighted to see that he’d made chocolate chip pancakes. You brought a forkful to your lips and moaned in pleasure at the first bite.

“Oh my goddess, you used the mint chocolate chips! My tastebuds are in paradise! I could eat these all day!”

“Thank you, mi reina, I know you have another long day ahead of you, and I just wanted to do something to make it a little bit better.”

“And you have no idea how much I appreciate that, thank you.”

Bishop took your hand and brought it to his lips, placing gentle kisses on your knuckles.

“Anything for you, mi reina; oh, and your proposal is on the agenda, and we will vote on it tomorrow at Templo. You know, as pack luna, you technically don’t need to go through all the formalities. You want something done, I can make sure it happens.”

“I know, but it’s your clubhouse. You and the guys spend more time there than I do, and I don’t anyone to feel like I’m stepping on their toes, or that I’m ignoring their feelings if they celebrate something other than Christmas, or don’t celebrate at all.”

“Mi reina, if you can decorate the clubhouse that way you did the bookstore, I don’t think you’re going to get any objections. I know you’ve been busy helping Matilda run the shop, but I’m surprised that you don’t have any decorations up around here yet.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s because I only brought my ornaments with me. I had a small 3-foot tree, but I left that, and the lights, and the garland back east. Jack and some of his brothers have kids, and I figured that they could use that stuff more, and it was one less thing for them ship here.”

“Oh, mi reina, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…”

You rose from your chair and sat back down on Bishop’s lap, encircling your arms his neck.

“It’s okay,” you said, shushing his with a kiss. “I’ll figure something out. 3-foot, pre-lit trees aren’t expensive. I can just go buy another one, when I have time and I’m not working in the shop or mixing custom blend herbal teas.”

“Mmm…yes, I’ll ask Taza to rush you more ingredients.”

“Thank you, babe, that would be a huge help.”

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On the drive home to shower and get ready for work, Bishop started formulating a plan. It had broken his heart to learn that you’d left your decorations behind, and he was determined to do something about. He himself hadn’t celebrated Christmas since his son had died, but now he had you, and you had given him a second chance at happiness that he never thought he would get. And he was going to give you the best Christmas you’d ever had, and he would start with buying a tree and decorations.

He texted Hank and Coco as soon as he walked in the door, asking them to hold things down at the scrapyard while he ran an “unexpected” errand. He then quickly showered and dressed and started searching on his laptop. Due the local climate, Santo Padre wasn’t exactly flush with Christmas tree farms, so he checked nearby stores, looking for the best deal on fake pre-lit trees. It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for, and he was soon back in his truck and headed out to brave the holiday shopping crowds to acquire what he needed.

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It was going on 7pm, and much to your relief, things were fairly calm at the bookstore. You’d had several deliveries that day, and Letty, who working part time to help out with holiday rush, was helping you unpack the boxes and organize everything. A lot of customers were ordering books to give as gifts, and the sooner you got the books unpacked and logged into the inventory system, the sooner you could start calling customers to come and pick up their orders.

“Ooo! Look at this one!” Squealed Letty, holding up a coffee table book containing full color photography of classic album covers and the stories behind them. “Some music lover out there is going to be really happy to see this under the tree! Hey! I think this whole box is full of them!”

“Two of them are probably the ones I ordered for Bishop and Hank,” you laughed. “Some of their favorite rock albums are in there, and they definitely won’t be expecting it.”

You heard the bell over the door and looked up to see Taza entering the shop and with a tray full of cups featuring the logo of the coffee shop across the street.

“Taza! Wasn’t expecting to see you tonight!”

“Evening ladies! I come bearing hot chocolate.” He placed the tray down on the counter in front of you and Letty. “Peppermint for you, smores with extra marshmallows for Letty, and dark chocolate raspberry for Matilda…” he looked around trying to spot your fellow witch.

“She’s restocking the back wall,” you told him.

“Someone call for me?” Matilda suddenly popped her head out from around a nearby shelf. “Well, hello, Taza…”

“Evening, Tilly,” he greeted her, turning on the charm, and handing her the hot chocolate. “For you, my lady.”

“Why, thank you, my good sir,” Matilda openly flirted right back.

Letty rolled her eyes. “Oh my god, just go on a date already you two!”

“I second that,” you agreed with her.

Taza chuckled and turned back to you. “I’m also here to relieve you and help out for the night. Bishop has a surprise waiting for you back at his place. And he said to bring your ornaments.”

You glanced over at Matilda. “That okay with you?”

“Absolutely! You deserve a break. Go! Have fun! Letty can handle things upfront, and Taza can help me restock the upper shelves along the wall.”

You thanked her for the unexpected night off, said goodnight to Letty and Taza, and grabbed your hot chocolate, jacket, and purse, and headed upstairs to your apartment to grab the ornaments.

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You arrived at Bishop’s house in no time and let yourself in with your key. “Babe? I’m here!”

“In here, mi reina!”

You followed his voice into the living room, and nearly dropped the plastic storage bin containing your ornaments when you saw lie before you. A pre-lit tree, at least 6 feet tall was standing in the corner of the room. Bishop had a string of multi-colored lights draped around his neck that he was trying wrap around the tree.

“What is all this?” you asked, putting down the bin.

“It’s for you, mi reina,” removing the lights from around his neck, and moving over to you, and taking you in his arms. “There hasn’t been a Christmas tree in this house since my son died, but now, I want to start over. I want to make new traditions, with you, starting with this,” he gestured toward the tree, “if that’s okay with you…”

Tears in your eyes, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss, hoping that it conveyed all of the love and joy that was swimming in your heart.

“I love you, Obispo, this is the most wonderful thing that anyone’s ever done for me, thank you.”

“Anything for you, mi reina, I love you, too.”

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The next day at Templo:

“Okay, before we adjourn, we have one more item on the agenda: A proposal from the pack Luna, that she has asked us to take a vote on.”

Everyone at the table sat up a little straighter at the mention of you, and Bishop had to suppress a chuckle. He knew that they were doing it out of respect for you.

“Our Luna, would like to decorate the clubhouse for Christmas.”

There was a murmur of approval and the nodding of heads from around the table.

“Show of hands, all opposed?”

No one raised their hands.

“All in favor?”

Every hand shot up in unison.

“Well, then, I’d say that’s unanimous. Motion approved; we are adjourned.”

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ortizobsessed · 3 years

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That’s My Girl - Part 2

Similar to my statement last time, CONCENT. IS. KEY. I’m sure you’ll all be happy to find Ezekiel being the gentleman we all know he is.

Also, this story ended up being a bit longer than I was originally planning 🙈 but I’m really happy with how it turned out!

( PART 1 )

Curvy Reader x EZ where you are finally starting to feel confident, and you sleep with him for the first time.

Warnings: EZ taking your virginity smut (soft loving Ezekiel🥺), and a few swears.

Word Count: 3866

Masterlist

Things between you and EZ had been even more amazing than normal the last few weeks. Since that night, EZ had been nothing short of supportive. He understood why you felt the way you did, and didn’t hold any of it against you.

The compliments and praises were endless, and not only when you two were alone. Any time you walked through the doors of the clubhouse, he wasn’t afraid to speak up, as if announcing it to anyone in the room, “There she is! Mi niña bonita (my beautiful girl)!”

There were nights when some of Vicki’s girls would come to the clubhouse to mingle and make their “availability” known. EZ was a regular target for their flirtatious remarks (and honestly you couldn’t blame them), but he never once wavered. “Sorry, I already have someone,” he would say, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side, or pointing at you from across the room.

Most times the girls were respectful, stating, “I didn’t realize-“ or, “Can’t blame a girl for trying.” But there were those few, the ones that would look you up and down; some of them bold enough to do it in front of EZ.

You always told him to leave it, it wasn’t worth starting shit over; you were used to it. The sideways glances from girls when they saw him holding your hand, or kissing you on the cheek never went unnoticed, but they were getting easier to deal with. You had EZ, and even some of the other guys, to thank for that.

One particular night at the clubhouse, you were sitting at one of the tables with Gilly, Coco, and Riz.

“He’s crazy about you, you know.” Coco stated matter-of-factly, nodding in EZ’s direction. He was behind the bar, getting another round of beers ready to hand out to everyone.

Following Coco’s eyeline, you looked over at EZ. Catching his eye for a moment, he smiled at you as you replied, “I still can’t believe it sometimes.”

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what you meant by that.

“Hey- you’re smart, you have a kind heart, and you’re a beautiful girl.” Gilly said through a soft smile. “He’s lucky to have you, and Angel reminds him of that constantly.”

That got a smirk and a slight giggle out of you.

“Yeahhh there she is!” Gilly stated through that big grin of his, as he reached his hand over to you and grabbed a hold of yours. You thanked him with a small nod and a slight squeeze of his hand.

“That boy better treat you right, or I just might have something to say about it.” Riz added playfully.

“Oh yeah? And what exactly are you going to do about it?” Coco prodded.

Gilly stepped in before Riz could answer, “And don’t say you’d kick his ass, cause the Prospect’s got a mean right hook. Besides, we all know who won that fight between you and Angel.”

Riz’s jaw clenched slightly, wanting to continue the joke, but also feeling like he needed to prove his masculinity. “I could take Boyscout any day!”

The conversation around you started to fade into the background as you watched EZ work his way around the room. You truly loved him, and as Coco had put it, EZ was “crazy about you”. He clearly talked about you often enough that they felt comfortable talking to you as candidly as they had.

You were thankful for this conversation, because it seemed to give you that last nudge you needed. EZ had never given you a reason to doubt him and his love for you, so why had you waited all this time? No one was keeping you from your own happiness but yourself.

The conversation around you faded back in. “One of these days you and I will go a couple rounds- then we’ll see.” Coco was the one to poke fun at Riz this time.

“Uhh- sorry guys- I think I’m going to head out now.” You smiled at the three of them before standing up. “Thank you- for this. I love you guys.”

Smiling back at you, they all said, almost in unison, “You know we love you, too, Y/N.”

Walking over to EZ, who was behind the bar once more, you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind and rested your chin on his shoulder.

“I hope they weren’t bothering you too much,” EZ stated, glancing over his shoulder at you.

“No, no, they were really good to me,” you answered through a genuine smile.

He turned around in your arms, placing his hands on either side of your face and kissing your forehead lovingly. As you smiled up at him, EZ noticed that you seemed happy, truly happy, for the first time in a long time.

“You’re exceptionally beautiful today, cariño (sweetheart).” EZ’s words were sincere. If you weren’t already sure you were ready for this, his words cemented it.

“Thank you, Ezekiel. I actually feel like it today.” Standing on your tip-toes, you whispered in his ear, “Why don’t you meet me in your trailer when you’re done here?”

His face lit up, but before he let his smile settle in too much, he wanted to make sure this was really what you wanted. “Yeah? Are you sure?”

Nodding reassuringly at him, there it was, that full beautiful smile of his. You knew he loved you, and he was clearly excited to show you just how much. One of his hands was now on the back of your neck, and as you looked up at him, he kissed your lips tenderly. He lingered longer than he usually did when he kissed you in front of other people, but you weren’t complaining.

Someone across the room whistled, bringing you two back to reality, and your cheeks flushed. EZ laughed nervously as he looked around the room, and he found that Angel had just walked in the front door. Rolling his eyes and sighing, he looked back at you and whispered through a laugh, “I’m sorry.”

Shaking your head, laughing right along with him, you answered, “It’s okay.” Turning around, you faced Angel and teased, “Angel. Pleasure as always.”

“You know it!” he replied, making the few people who heard the exchange chuckle.

Walking out the doors of the clubhouse, you headed straight for EZ’s trailer, closing the door behind you and sighing. You knew you were ready for this, you could genuinely say you felt better about yourself than you had a few weeks ago. Sure, you still had some insecurities and doubts about certain things, but when it came to EZ, your faith didn’t falter.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, right where you’d been sitting that night, you gripped the sheets tight in your fists, as if recreating just how tense and nervous you’d felt. You couldn’t help but chuckle quietly to yourself, you’d been so worked up over something that seemed so minor to you now.

Turning the TV on, you flipped through channels mindlessly, just wanting some background noise. You weren’t sure how long it had been, but the second you heard footsteps outside the trailer, your heart started pounding. Fumbling with the remote, you turned the TV off and set the remote back on the bedside table where you’d found it. Standing at the foot of the bed, you stared at the door intently.

When it swung open, a wave of excitement washed over you. You watched, almost mesmerized, as EZ took a step through the door, closing it behind him. He had glanced at the table when he first opened the door, and when he didn’t see you sitting there, he turned towards the back of the trailer.

The second his eyes met yours, he paused and let out a deep but comforting sigh, as if seeing you had relieved all the tension in his body. You recognized the look on his face, because it’s exactly how you felt in that moment. Step by agonizing step, he made his way towards you, pulling his kutte off along the way, before hanging it on the back of a chair in the corner of the small room.

“Hi.” Your voice was soft, but it was clear you were happy to see him.

“Hi.” He repeated back to you, smiling as his eyes met yours.

Taking a small step forward, you placed your hands against his strong chest. You slid both hands up to his shoulders, then to his neck, one hand continuing along the back of his head, as the other rested on the side of his face.

With his hands on your hips, your eyes traced his hairline down to his chiseled jaw, where his facial hair led your eyes straight to his soft lips that were parted slightly. You were both already breathing heavier than normal.

You pulled him towards you and as your lips met you felt electricity coursing through your body. He pulled your hips closer to his as he deepened the kiss, his tongue expertly finding it’s way past your lips. Moving one of his hands up into your hair, he tugged gently and a moan escaped your lips.

You needed to come up for air, so you pulled away with your eyes still shut, breathed in deep, and exhaled contentedly. When you opened your eyes, you found EZ was already looking at you with a smile, nothing but adoration on his face. “I love you, Y/N.”

Caressing the side of his face, you replied, “I love you, too, Ezekiel.”

He made his love for you clear in another way, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

You replied sincerely, “I’m sure.”

“Okay,” he said through a reassuring smile. “If you want to stop, at any point, you just say so.”

Nodding, you acknowledged his genuine desire to make sure you were comfortable, “I will. Promise.”

His hands started on your shoulders, running down the side of your arms, until he was caressing your hips once more. Tugging at the hem of your shirt, you lifted your arms above your head and he pulled your shirt off with ease.

Your gut reaction was to cover yourself up, and before you had time to think about it, you found yourself wrapping your arms around your waist. Rubbing the sides of your arms gently, EZ looked you in the eyes and cooed, “It’s okay.”

As you relaxed, your arms dropped leaving your waist in full view. Breaking eye contact, EZ dropped his gaze, tracing the lacy curves of your bra, down the middle of your body to your hips. He sucked air in through his teeth, before breathing out hotly. “Damn,” was all he could muster, but his reaction made you blush, and you felt a tingling sensation down there.

Pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, he lifted your head so you were looking him in the eyes. “You are SO beautiful, mi amor (my love).” He leaned forward and kissed your lips tenderly.

You deepened the kiss as your hands slid down his chest. Slipping your hands under the hem of his shirt, you ran your fingers along his warm skin around his waist, pulling him close.

Breaking his lips away from yours, he pulled his shirt over his head in one swift motion. “Sit back,” he encouraged, “I want to memorize every inch of you. Every curve. Every stretch mark.”

Looking into his eyes, you couldn’t help but smile. A month ago his words would have made you shut him out, but tonight, you gladly did as he instructed. Lowering yourself onto the bed, you propped yourself up on your elbows, anticipating his touch.

Running his hands along your legs, he reached the top of your jeans, undoing the button and zipper. Lifting your hips off the bed, he pulled your pants down your legs, tossing them aside. Looking you up and down, hunger in his eyes, it took everything in you to not jump on him right then and there. But you wanted to take your time, and you knew he did, too.

Undoing his own belt and zipper, you watched intently as he pulled his jeans down his legs. You felt a rush of warmth wash over your body when you saw the tent in his boxers; you’d hardly even touched him and he was already ready for you.

Walking around the side of the bed, he climbed on behind you, leaning back against the wall. He motioned for you to sit between his legs, and you did, nuzzling your body into his lap. You leaned against his warm skin, feeling his hard member against your back.

He trailed his hands down the sides of your arms to your fingertips, before gently placing them on your waist. “Is this okay?”

“Yes-” you confessed.

He paused momentarily, giving you a chance to change your mind, before he ran his hands along your stomach to your breasts. A soft moan escaped your lips as he pulled your bra down, your bare breasts now cupped in his hands. Gently twirling your nipples between his fingers, you squirmed under his touch, and your fingers dug into his thighs.

“Ohhh- EZ-” you murmured, and you could practically hear him smile.

“Does that feel good?” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded lazily, unable to speak; your mind was already imagining how amazing his skillful fingers would feel inside you.

Keeping a hand on one of your breasts, he slid his other hand down your body again, then overtop of your underwear. He began just how he had that night, applying gentle pressure, curling his fingers back and forth along the outside of your matching lacy underwear.

A few moments later, he checked again, “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Please” you begged, and in no time his fingers were pushing their way under the material. The feeling of his warm hand on your core made you shiver.

He started by gently stroking one finger back and forth through your folds. “You’re already so wet, querida (darling).” His words made your walls clench in anticipation, and you moaned once more.

His now slick finger brushed carefully past your bundle of nerves, causing you to squirm and cross your legs. The whimper that escaped your lips told EZ that this wasn’t a nervous or bad reaction, so he kept going. As you got used to the new sensation, you spread your legs once more, giving him room to move.

“I want- your fingers- inside me-” you groaned.

EZ took instruction well, “Whatever you want. I promise I’ll be gentle.”

The tip of his finger teased your entrance before slowly sinking between your tight walls. You gasped, and EZ moaned against your neck. Sitting up so he could lean forward more, he reached his finger deeper inside you until he couldn’t reach any further. The slight curling motion he did next shot pure adrenaline throughout your body.

“Oh- oh fuck- EZ- please don’t stop-” You could feel your body tensing with every movement of his finger. Curling, brushing back and forth against that magic spot inside you. With his hand still cupping your breast, and your fingers gripping his thighs even tighter, you mumbled, “I’m going to-” but you couldn’t even finish your sentence, as your whole body began to quiver.

As you came down from your high, EZ spoke lovingly in your ear, “That’s my girl. So sexy, so beautiful when she’s coming.”

Slipping his finger out of you, you were breathing heavily and now chuckling softly. EZ couldn’t help but ask cheekily, “So, that was okay?”

“Okay?” You spoke through deep breaths, “Why- why did I ever- want to wait. That- that was- oh fuck.”

Both of you laughed as EZ wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. After sitting there for a short while, he broke the silence, “Would you like to keep going? If you want to stop here, that’s okay.”

Sitting up and turning to face him, you crossed your legs and placed your hands on either side of his face, looking him in the eyes. “I love you, Ezekiel Reyes. I trust you.” The smile on his face melted your heart. You knew this felt right, you wanted him to be the person you gave yourself to for the first time.

Clearly happy you were comfortable with continuing, he gave you a peck on the lips before reaching for the top drawer of the bedside table. Grabbing a condom, he sat up again, and before he could do anything your hands were on the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down. He lifted his hips to make it easier for you, and your mouth dropped open when he sprang free. He was quite large, both in girth and length, but this didn’t deter you. If anything, it pushed you further.

Taking the condom out of his hand, you tore open the wrapper. Sliding one hand up his thigh slowly, your eyes were strained on him, but he was watching your hand intently. Wrapping your hand around his erection gently, you watched happily as he tipped his head back and moaned; you could get used to that.

Rolling the condom down his length, you sat yourself up on your knees and leaned forward to kiss him tenderly. Once you pulled away, you undid the clasp on your bra, pulling it off your body, then you reached down, sliding your underwear down your legs.

Now both completely naked, EZ held your hands in his and asked through a loving smile, “How do you want to do this?”

You hadn’t really thought about it, but part of you was happy he even thought to ask. “Umm- maybe, like this-” you spoke as you moved, pushing his legs together and straddling his lap, the same way you had that night. Resting your body on his, you felt his length brush against your clit and you shivered.

“Could you, maybe- help support me?” you spoke nervously, unsure of how to ask.

But he responded softly, “Of course, cariño (sweetheart). What do you want me to do?”

Shifting your body so you were hovering above him, you placed one hand on his shoulder, using your free hand to guide one of his to your back side. Following your lead, he now had both of his hands firmly grasping your behind. Lifting up as you rested part of your bodyweight in his hands, he gave you all the added support you needed.

Looking up into your eyes, he asked you once more, “You’re still okay?”

Kissing him tenderly, you let him know, “I want this, tonight, with you.”

Smiling at you, he nodded, happy you were this comfortable with him; trusting him with such an intimate moment.

Breathing deep, you reached down between your bodies and lined him with your core, before slowly lowering you body onto his length. You heard EZ’s breathing catch as your walls welcomed his tip with ease, hugging it tight. The slight wince that escaped your lips as you tried to move further made EZ tighten his grip on your back side, holding you still.

“Are you alright? Does it hurt?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“No,” you answered honestly, “just lots of pressure. But I’m okay.”

Registering your response, he lessened the amount of support he was giving you slightly, letting you control how fast you moved. With a slight back and forth rocking of your hips, you found it helped quite a bit, and before you knew it you were sitting with his full length inside you.

EZ reached one of his hands up, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face, “How does that feel?”

“Good. Still quite a bit of pressure, but good.” You smiled at him, “You?”

Letting out an airy laugh, he figured it was only fair to return the same level of honesty you’d given him, “Fucking amazing.” Laughing right along with him, you kissed him passionately, then rested your forehead against his as you began slowly rocking your hips back and forth. His moans filled your ears, “So fucking amazing, baby. So tight.”

His words made your entire body sigh, and the more you moved, the more that stinging sensation faded away. EZ could tell that you were warming up to it, because instead of just rocking back and forth, you were starting to lift your body up and down his length.

“Feeling better?” he asked lovingly.

“Mmm- mhmm-” was all you could muster. With your arms now wrapped around his shoulders, and his arms around your waist, you were bouncing up and down at a much faster pace.

When you started to tire, EZ kept hold of your body, turning you onto your back, all while his length was still buried deep inside you. Nuzzling his body between your legs, he rested on his elbows beside you, and encompassed your face with his hands. Looking you in the eyes, he pulled out slowly, before pushing back into you again, loving the look on your face when he did.

Your nails were now digging into his back as he kept up a steady pace, every time hitting that glorious spot inside you. Leaning forward, you kissed him passionately and your moans against his lips let him know you were getting close to another release.

Feeling your walls clenching down around him was driving him closer to the edge as well. “That’s it, come for me again,” he moaned in your ear, before looking you in the eyes.

His words were your undoing, and with a couple more thrusts he had your head tipping back as euphoria washed over you. Placing sloppy kisses on your exposed neck, he rocked his hips back and forth a few more times and you felt his hips still with one final thrust. Collapsing on top of you, you pulled his body as close as you could, with your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist.

After a few deep breaths, both of you trying to regain your composure, EZ propped his body up on his elbows again, kissing your lips softly. “How was that?”

With your heart still pounding in your chest, you responded with a breathless, “Fuck- EZ- that was- that was incredible.”

“Good, I’m glad,” he smiled big. “And you did such a good job, mi amor (my love).”

Smiling back at him, you giggled and repeated your earlier remarks, “Again, I ask myself, why did I wait so long to do this? You were amazing, EZ. Thank you for being so gentle.”

He replied with a sincere, “When you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Running his hands through your hair, he moved his hips back in an attempt to pull himself out of you. Wrapping your legs just a little tighter around his waist, you admitted sheepishly, “I want to lay here a little longer, with you still inside me.”

EZ had no objections to this, settling himself between your legs once more and resting his body on top of yours.

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Huge thank you to @everyhowlmarksthedead for helping me get my translations correct 🥰

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Angel Reyes- Just Three Words

Angel Reyes x Latina!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of the Word Papi but is not in a sexual way. Term of Endearment., fluff and more fluff

Corazon- Heart

Te Amo- I love you.

*graphics not mine*

Thank You @angelreyesgirl & @starrynite7114 for the guidance.

Coming home from runs was always the same routine for Angel. He’d hang around the club house or just go home, shower and sleep. But since he’s been dating you he’s had someone to come home to.

He’d call you to spend the night so you’d be there by the time he got home. Your only been dating for a couple months but you made the exception to spend the night the days he was coming home. He loved coming home to sex you up and just be held. This time around he was anxious to get home because he was eager to take his next big boy step.

Ez noticed big brother was very pensive and didn’t know why. He knew you’d be there to welcome him home so the look on Angels face had him worried

“ why the ugly face?”

Angel laughed. “ nothing man, just thinkin”

Ez looked at his brother for further response. As far as he knew things between you ans Angel were going great. Angel was the happiest he’s ever been. Ez was greatly for you because you were what kept him level headed.

“ I wanna tell Y/N that I love her but I don’t know how. Every time I try the words won’t come out. It’s like I don’t know what if she doesn’t say it back”

“Look Angel, I know she loves you. Even if she hasn’t said it”

“How the fuck you gonna know Boy Scout, golden boy turn into Psychic boy all of a sudden?”

“No dumbass, I see it in her smile and in her eyes when she looks at you. You’re the Apple to her eye.”

Angel smiled.

“Alright man stop with that psychic boy shit I’m going home to my girl”

Angel was driving home and felt like he needed to throw up. He’s never told anyone I love you before. He never knew how he deserved you. You did small things for him that no one ever bothered to do. The way you took care of him(emotionally and physically), how you had the shower running for him when he came home and how he could feel like himself around you.

He made his way inside and his heart skipped a beat as he found you lounging in his bed watching a movie. Anytime he came home he found you in your favorite lounging pajamas. Ones he secretly liked because every time he would lay on you the softness of it would make it so much more cozy when you held him.

“ hi Corazon, the shower is running. Also I picked up some body wash for you. I saw you were running out”

The small details.

Angel could never wrap his head around someone remembering little details about him.

“ thank you mi dulce” he leaned in and gave you a tender kiss. He worked his way to your jaw followed by your neck. You let out a soft moan. You felt him smile into your neck and he followed with another kiss.

“Lemme go shower and I’ll come back and we can watch another movie yeah”

He was in the shower trying to prepare himself as to how he was gonna say it.

Come on Angel. It’s just 3 words.

He came out in nothing but boxer briefs and made his way under the covers. Most times he’d have you bent over the nearest surface or his head immediately between your thighs. Nights like this all he wanted was the intimacy he craved when he was away. He laid on you while you stroked his hair. Anytime he was with you he felt a sense of security. Something he had not felt since his mom passed away. Your slightest touch had this way of putting him at ease. You were scratching the back of his head when he propped himself up on his elbows and looked up at you. You felt his eyes on you and you looked away from the movie down at him. Giving him a smile. Angel's eyes always gave away what he was feeling. This time you couldn’t put a word to it so you were caressing his cheek tracing your fingers over his beard. He loved being caressed by you. He gave you this look that made you get butterflies in your stomach. It wasn’t lustful. It was pure.

You gave him a kiss on his forehead when you looked back at the movie playing when you heard the three words you’ve been wanting to tell him.

“I love you”

You looked down at him. You proceeded to say something when he said “ please querida let me finish”

“I’ve been wanting to say this for a while but Y/N you know I’m not good with words. I love you. I love having you here. There’s an emptiness I’ve always felt since mom died that I no longer feel when I’m with you. Growing up I always felt like the plant that people forgot to water and ever since I been with you I feel like you give me life. I feel like you see me. You don’t make me feel like some big dummy.”

Your eyes were tearing up that you didn’t realize you hadn’t said anything

“ I love you too Angel Ignacio”

Angel let out a big sigh. “ you had me scared for a minute. “

You started to pepper kisses on his lips.

“te amo, te amo, te amo”

“ Really?” Angel said looking at you with tears in his eyes.

“Yes, papi. I love you with all my heart. You're my everything.I’ve been wanting to say it too but i never found the perfect chance.”

Angel was relieved to hear that you were just as nervous and that you felt the same way. He thought back to the day he met you when you were talking to EZ about a book recommendation. He thought for sure he wouldn’t have a chance because everyone always chose EZ over him. Not you, you wanted your Angel. You were in between kisses but of course Angel always had to be his goofy self.

“You sure you don’t want Golden Boy, Ezekiel Reyes”

“Angel, you’re my golden boy. ”

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