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valentinomonsieur · 2 years

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Unusual Encounters Pt. 3!

"This is why I don't socialize."

Summary. Valentino and Angel wake up hungover, tired and sore from the party last night, Valentino shares some new information.

Words: 2333

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I woke up to the sound of the TV playing in the background, and someone moving dishes around in the kitchen. I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the brightness of the lights.

"Angel?" I questioned, still half asleep.

"Look who's finally awake. You sure are a lightweight huh?" I laughed at this statement. I moved my hair out of my face, gathering my bearings and sitting up.

I could smell food cooking, and the window was opened from what I could see. I got up, heading over to the kitchen to help him wash dishes.

"You know, in Ukraine you can drink as soon as you can reach the bar." His eyes widened. "So no, I wouldn't consider myself a lightweight by any means." I snickered at his expression, grabbing a dish and scrubbing it. He looked confused now.

"Yo, I can clean my own kitchen thanks." He stated, flipping the eggs he had cooking and taking a sip of his water.

"Oh I know, but it doesn't really look like this place has been cleaned in a while. Plus, I know the whole biker thing cancels it out, but I like helping certain people." I said, putting emphasis on the word certain. "Then why help me?" he asked, a glint in his eyes I couldn't quite place.

"because you're my friend, plus, a Mayan just like myself." I grumbled, trying to shake the bit of drowsiness still left in my body.

He was talking, but, I wasn't listening. I was looking around his house. There were scattered alcohol bottles, a dirty carpet, and it reeked like rotten food. He was still talking, but I just dropped my dish back into the sink with a clank, grabbed a plastic garbage back out from under his sink and went over to pick up the many glass bottles scattered on almost every solid surface in the house.

"And like I sai- wh-..... what the fuck Hawk?" He gave me an irritated stare.

"Don't look at me like this place doesn't smell sour." I snapped, giving him a look like he had the audacity here. "I'm willing to help if you're up to it."

He thought about it for a second, then without saying anything, grabbed a trash bag and started picking stuff up. I clicked on a speaker and started playing some music.

Eventually we got into a rhythm, I'd clean up the empty bottles and leave the ones that still had alcohol in them to him to put back on a shelf. After a few hours of dusting, vacuuming, scrubbing, etc. His house was clean. And better yet, it smelled clean.

My phone rang.

It was Bishop. My heart dropped a bit, I was enjoying spending time with Angel. "Who's that? He asked. I put my finger over my lips and answered.

"Hey uncle, whatcha' need?" I asked, Angel gave me a quiet "ohhhhh," and listened in.

"Hey, I need you and Angel to come to the clubhouse. An emergency cartel shipment was just ordered by Galindo. Sorry to trouble you while you're moving in, but its urgent. We need all the men we can get. It's a shipment of 20 keys, so it's pretty risky. Get here fast."

"Okay, Love you."

"Love ya too, bye."

And he hung up.

"Shit." Angel muttered, we both put our Kuttes on, not having time to change. I followed him out to the clubhouse, still not knowing the way very well. A bunch of thoughts went through my head. How is this gonna play out? What if Angel gets hurt-? Wait. Why do I care if he gets hurt so much?

Shit.

Before I could answer my own questions, we were already pulling into the scrapyard. Bishop walked out as we parked.

"Emergency Templo. Now."

(A/N: sorry in advance for the amount of dialogue about to happen 😭)

Me and Angel glanced at each other. We went inside without a word, and the other guys were already at the table. I took a seat next to Angel under Bishop's orders, and so began my first Templo.

"So, the keys aren't the problem." Bishop started. "We have the keys we need. The problem, is that our last shipment got ambushed and we're shit outta luck with help from Galindo to get our heroin over the border. Don't suggest the underground tunnels, there's way too much to ship it that way. But chances are, we'll get ambushed again when trying to drive them to the location. Any ideas?"

"Fight back." I mumbled.

"The fuck did you just say?" Bishop demanded.

"I said, fight back. If this ambush is so unavoidable and we have no other options, then I think the answer is pretty simple. Prepare for the ambush, and come back at them with double the power. It's a risk, but it's not like we have a lot of options here."

Atlas, who sits directly across from me, cut a glance in my direction, then back to Bishop. I could tell he didn't expect me to do something like that.

Bishop paused. He looked like he was staring into my soul honestly. But I stood my ground. I mean, what the fuck else did we have to do? Not give him a shipment?

"..anything anyone wants to add?" Bishop finally asked.

Silence.

"Then it passes. We'll fight back against the ambush if it happens. If anyone gets hurt, I'm blaming you Hawk." He sternly nodded in my direction, I nodded back. "Fair enough."

He smacked his gavel down, and everyone got up.

"Damn Hawk, you for really went for it?" Atlas materialized beside me.

"You came out of nowhere- but yeah, is that a bad thing?" I asked, a bit worried if that was bad manners in America or something.

"Nah, but it shows you got some major balls." He laughed, so did Angel who was on my other side. I gave a nervous laugh, looking over and seeing nails scoping me out. Yep, the same girl I pulled off blondie. She looked at me, marched towards me, and slapped me. Ouch.

All of the guys went silent.

"Why are some of the girls in here telling me that you think I'm disgusting because I'm Taza's girl." God, this girl was seething.

Taza cut me a glance, shook my head.

Atlas was about to open his mouth to defend me, but I put my hand out over his chest. "This isn't your problem Atlas." he looked at me, examining my face. he then put his hands up and backed off. My attention turned back to Nails.

"Taza's practically my uncle, ese. Plus I was helping Angel clean his house all morning. Why and how would I have said that"

Then I saw her.

The same blonde bitch that was fighting Nails, watching the whole thing while drinking a beer.

"You. Blondie. Get the fuck over here." I demanded, she brought her drink with her and took her sweet ass time walking over.

"What do you want now?" She asked me. A fake innocence in her voice.

"Don't be fucking dumb, we all know you started this rumor because you're too pussy to say it about Angel and you don't know me." I laughed, taking her drink out of her hand and setting it on the table. "Get the fuck out of this clubhouse, you aren't even someone's girl." My thick Russian-Spanish accent popped out more than usual. The guys looked at Bishop, and he nodded.

She left, but not before taking the two drops left in her drink and trying to throw it at me.

The guys were laughing at something, then I just look to my right and see Atlas eyeing me like I was fucking crazy.

"What..?" I asked, he genuinely looked like he saw me grow a third eye.

"Nothing, I just thought you wasn't gonna react like that-" he started. "I for real thought you were- let me stop before I get hit."

I looked at him weird, but I didn't pay any mind to it. I'm kind of odd, and by my accent you can tell I'm foreign. So, a lot of people expect me to be quieter. They're dead wrong.

Bishop checked his watch. "We have 2 hours until we have to get this run done. Its 4pm right now."

All of the guys nodded, I went and sat down at one of the leather barstools. Nails strutted over to me. She sat down opposite to me, watching Taza and Coco play a pool game behind my left shoulder. Eventually she focused in on me, a look of sincerity in her eyes.

"Hey, sorry I slapped you. I just get heated when people talk about me like I'm a common whore. I really like Taza, so being treated like I'm one of these casual cumsluts pisses me off; Luckily the guys got that, but since you're knew I wasn't really surprised. My bad." She held out a hand, and I pulled her into a quick hug.

"Don't worry about it Querida; I would have reacted the same way." I was genuine when I said that, shit happens. I put my hand over hers, trying to be nice.

"You two want drinks?" Ez asked behind the bar. I grabbed my card out of my wallet and tapped it on the wooden table. He took it, going behind him and getting two shots ready for us.

Nails looked at me with a slight confusion. "By the way, where's your accent from? I know you jumper charters from somewhere outside of America but that's all I know."

Ez came out with the shots, setting them in front of us. We both grabbed one, clinked them together and threw them back.

"My accent is from two places. I was born in Ukraine and lived there for 19 years. Eventually I moved to Mexico because I couldn't see myself staying in Ukraine without any family. I patched in about 5 months into prospecting because I killed in battle, so I lived in Yucatán for 8 years until I moved here. Plus, the reason I'm around Atlas so much is because he was my sponsor when I was prospecting in Yucatan. Here I have more family and I can cross the border any time I like to see my family that's closer to the border, like in Mexicali or some shit. So, my accent is kind of weird."

"You lived in Yucatán?" I heard Angel say behind me. "I've heard it's beaches are really cool, what's it like?" He asked, I could almost laugh at how socially unaware this guy is.

"Yeah, they don't lie. The only thing annoying about it is shitty tourists acting like you're stupid. I LOVED fucking with the tourists."

Over the next two hours, I started talking with Nails and Angel about both of my old countries I lived in, the family, the club, the people, etc. Along with the occasional interruptions from Atlas talking about how different I was. Eventually we had to call a quits because we had to do this damn cartel run.

,"Alright everybody! On your bikes! Taza yelled, everyone got up, stopped whatever they were doing and filed out of the clubhouse. We still had to pick up the keys, but once we did that, the plan was ready. And the mess ups would be on my hands.

Mine.

#angel reyes fanfic #angel reyes x reader #mayans imagine #mayans #mayans mc #m!mc #male mc

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twistnet · 3 years

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being the younger brother of angel + ez would include

WARNINGS ─ male!reader + general fluff

being a couple years younger than ez, meaning you were more of a surprise, but a welcome one. it had surprised angel and ez as well, but to them, it just meant they had another person to play with once you got older. this in turn makes you the baby of the family, rather than ez

having a closer relationship with ez as he was closer to your age and you couldn’t always do the same things angel was doing — i.e. too young or small. but angel always made sure to include you as best as he could

having the best older brother’s to teach you different things. angel taught you what he knew about art and painting, sometimes the two of you would have little painting sessions and hang them to dry on the fridge. ez taught you about baseball and would sometimes let you help him practice for games at school, and about different forms of literature

it also meant having two overprotective brothers. you literally can’t do anything without them finding out somehow. you get pushed around the hallway at school? angel and ez are waiting outside the minute the bell rings. you start talking to someone that you might have feelings for? angel and ez are already teasing you about it the minute you get in the car

ez being the person you go to when you want a voice of reason, and going to angel when you wanted someone to get heated with you over something. you rarely ever went to ez as he always tried to talk you out of the revenge scheme angel had put together for you. usually always ended with your mom finding out and telling you no

your mom always being your number one supporter, no matter what you did. always there at any school activity you had or any school organization you were apart of. your dad always trying his best when it came to helping you with your homework or helping you with anything else you needed

as you grew, you slowly developed your own personality, and as did your brothers. slowly becoming the people you know them as today. angel was off doing his own thing, and you never knew the entirety of what exactly he was doing but he always promised you that he was doing okay. ez went to university on a baseball scholarship, so the first in your family to go to college. but you had felt the dynamic change

more so after her death and ez’s conviction. your family had fallen apart, watching as your dad wither away and angel found solace in a local mc that he had been prospecting for. that left you on your own for the most part, alone to deal with the hurt the had come upon your family.

angel would check in on you from time to time, not really having alot of time to spend as he was constantly with the mc, but he always allowed you to stay with him whenever pops hadn’t been taking care of you. not realizing that you were still in high school and getting ready to graduate soon

angel turning into your number one supporter, and doing his best to get you applied to a local college or a job that you could start out at once you graduated. he didn’t care what you did, just so long as you didn’t end up like him

you lived with him for a few years, doing what you felt was right. having angel there to help and support you was the most important thing to you. you still loved you dad, but there came a time when you still have to help your family, not just leave them high and dry

when ez got out of prison, you welcomed him back, still confused as to how he got out after only eight years. seeing a cop killers usually got life, but at that point, it didn’t matter. he was here with his family again

now that you have your other brother back, you work hard to keep everyone together. nothing is going to come between you and your brothers

#mayans #mayans fx #mayans x reader #mayans imagine #mayans mc #mayans mc fx #mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #angel reyes #angel reyes x sibling!reader #angel reyes headcanon #ez reyes #ez reyes x sibling!reader #ez reyes headcanon #male!reader #twistnet #twistnet works 2021

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ficnation · 4 years

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𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

🍓 TV SHOWS 🍓

➤ THE WALKING DEAD

(pretty much everyone from the main cast. if it's not one of the main or second characters just ask)

➤ FEAR THE WALKING DEAD

(almost everyone)

➤ HANNIBAL

(hannibal lecter and will graham only)

➤ THE BOYS

(almost everyone)

➤ THE LAST OF US

(only joel miller for now)

➤ VIKINGS (Season 1-5 for now)

(pretty much everyone from the northmen and some of the saxons. i write for the ladies too!)

➤ THE LAST KINGDOM (Season 1-3 for now)

(everyone, except brida. sorry girl, but I couldn't stand u 😔)

➤ THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

(everyone and the ikea mafia <3)

➤ THE 100 (Season 1-4 for now)

(everyone!)

➤ SONS OF ANARCHY

(main cast and secondary characters + also women with the exception being gemma)

➤ MAYANS M.C.

(everyone except emily)

➤ SHAMELESS

(everyone also minor characters if im familiar with them)

➤ I’M NOT OKAY WITH THIS

(sidney and stanley only)

➤ SEX EDUCATION

(pretty much everyone but if you're not sure then ask!)

➤ RIVERDALE (Season 1-4 for now)

(everyone and their parents)

🍓 MOVIES 🍓

➤ MARVEL

(everyone.)

➤ SUICIDE SQUAD

(everyone from the main cast)

➤ THE DEVIL ALL THE TIME

(arvin russell, willard russell and lee bodecker)

➤ HOW IT ENDS

(will younger)

➤ LOVE AND MONSTERS

(joel dawson)

more fandoms to be added!

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imagineredwood · 3 years

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6. “Please don’t kill him.” “Nah, I just wanna talk.” - Miguel Galindo

Summary: You went out to lunch with an old friend and didn’t tell Miguel, figuring it wouldn’t matter since he was away on business. But is he?

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x female reader

Warnings: What may be perceived as toxic male behavior because...it’s Miguel We still love to see it though 🥴

Word count: 1.2K

A/N: this was also supposed to be a drabble, but here we are

You threw your head back with a laugh as Joshua cracked another joke. He was funny, his comedic timing paired with his deadpan look having you in stitches nearly the entire lunch. He broke character at the sound of your snort and laughed with you, enjoying the company. To your right, your phone buzzed, and you glanced at it seeing Miguel’s name showing up. You ignored it, the restaurant loud with music and people. You probably wouldn’t be able to hear him anyway, or he wouldn’t be able to hear you. You knew he was going to be upset at you missing the call, especially with him being away down in Sinaloa. He was always worried about you when you didn’t answer, not that you could blame him. You knew that if you had told him where you were going though, he would have simply forbidden you from going. You decided that you would call him back as soon as you left the bar and grill and shot him a text just to placate him.

Kinda noisy, won’t be able to hear you. I’m good though. I’ll call you later. Te amo 💗

You put the phone down, you and Joshua continuing to joke and laugh, deciding to order one more set of drinks before leaving. You glanced around the grill, eyes landing on the guards that you had brought with you, lest Miguel hang you when he found out you went out alone. You had taken the two oldest ones though, knowing that they were the only ones that trusted you enough to give you some space and sit at another table. The new ones took their jobs seriously though, at times too seriously, and you simply wanted to enjoy the afternoon, catching up with an old friend.

You watched as one of them spoke on the phone, the other listening intently. Suddenly they both looked up at you and you cursed, knowing that Miguel knew where you were. Someway, somehow, he knew you had gone out to lunch without letting him know first, and that meant he was going to have your ass when he saw you. Joshua stood up from the table and stretched, pointing over to the hallway in the back corner.

“I’m gonna head to the restroom real quick. Be right back.”

You used that opportunity then to climb off your own chair and make your way over to your guards. They apologized as soon as you were close enough.

“Sorry, patrona. He got home early and one of the new guys told him you were here.”

You sighed, nodding and motioned back to the table.

“It’s alright. I’ll hurry up and finish this drink and then we can all go home and get scolded.”

You chuckled softly but your driver shook his head.

“Don’t bother. He’s already on his way. May as well enjoy the drink.”

You cursed and heaved a sigh, seeing that Joshua was on his way back to the table now. You returned as well, seeing that your phone was lit up again.

No need. I’ll be there soon.

The words made your stomach twitch and you looked up as Joshua inquired.

“Who’s that?”

You put the phone down and tried to gather yourself, brain focused more on if Miguel was going to behave rather than the question at hand.

“Uh, Miguel.”

“Oh, cool! Is he back? Is he gonna be able to make it? I’d love to meet him.”

You laughed anxiously and nodded.

“Yeah, actually. Since he was gone, I didn’t tell him that I was coming out with you though so,”

Your childhood best friend nodded with a chuckle, eyes glancing over at your guards.

“Yeah, maybe that wasn’t the best choice. He seems like the kinda guy that likes to have a handle on things.”

You hadn’t gotten into the details with your old partner in crime, but he had always been a smart guy. Despite you not having really given much away, he had observed enough to be able to connect the dots.

“He’s not gonna try to beat my ass, is he? Because you know I can’t fight.”

You choked as you tried to swallow another sip of your drink, the image playing in your mind of what he had looked like that time a football player had started shit with him.

“What, you don’t think your helicopter arms will do the trick?”

“He’s your man so if he starts something, it’s mandatory that you fight him while I make a getaway.”

You laughed, even though you knew his sarcastic hypothetical was actually somewhat realistic. The movement to the left caught your eye and you looked over to see Miguel walking towards you, a stiff smile gracing his lips as he locked eyes with you. Standing beside you now, he leaned down to kiss your temple.

“Nice to see you, mi amor.”

You nodded and motioned over to Joshua, figuring it would be best for you to do the introduction.

“This is Joshua, he was my best friend in middle and high school. He’s in town for vacation.”

Miguel nodded, his charming smile on display as he held his hand out.

“Nice to meet you, Joshua. Sorry I couldn’t make it on time.”

Your friend shook his head, calming down some now that the interaction was going much more smoothly than he was anticipating.

“No worries man. I’m sure you’ve got a lot of stuff to do.”

Miguel nodded, placing his hand on your shoulder softly.

“Yes, I can be a busy man. Still, if my wife had told me about these plans,”

He looked down at you, his eyes promising that you would be getting an earful once you both returned home.

“I would have tried to make arrangements. But!”

Miguel looked back up at Joshua this time, showcasing a warm grin.

“I managed to make it.”

You nodded, a nervous chuckle pushing past your lips.

“We actually just finished, Miguel. We paid the bill, we just got these as a last round. I told Dita I would be home within the hour so we should start heading back.”

You stood from your stool, holding onto Miguel’s side and giving a slight pleading squeeze. Miguel looked back at you and then down at his watch, feigning concern.

“Oh. Well, you better get going then, my love. She’ll be waiting on you. I’m feeling…famished though. I think I might stay and get to know Joshua here. Get us another round, on me.”

His smile was petty, and you sighed, Joshua shockingly agreeing.

“You’re good, go ahead. I know you said you had to be home soon.”

The childish look on Miguel’s face at him agreeing was beyond annoying and you held your hands up in defeat, grabbing your purse and tugging Miguel along with you.

“Walk me out.”

Miguel agreed and told Joshua he would be right back, walking with you outside, your guards coming along. Once at your car, you turned around suddenly, your finger pointing at Miguel as threateningly as you could manage.

“Play nice. I mean it.”

Miguel simply grabbed your finger gently and pulled it away from his face, opting to hold your hand instead.

“I will.”

You stared for a handful of seconds more before nodded and unlocking your car.

“And wait until I see that new guy.”

Miguel laughed and held the door open as you climbed in, knowing the guard was in for it for ratting you out.

“Please don’t kill him.”

“Nah, I just wanna talk.”

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spookiekewchie · 3 years

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Don’t Play (part iv)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Angel Reyes x woc!reader

Summary: The tension finally reaches a breaking point, and choices are made.

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: general language warnings, smut, angel getting blue balled by the mc (lmao), oral (male r and female r), some fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you let them stick it), overstimulation, squirting, daddy kink (name get’s used once i think), angel goes a lil feral in the coochie, and i think that’s mostly it

A/N: It’s here, the moment we’ve all been waiting on. Reader let’s our favorite himbo hit, and Angel goes feral ayyyeeee. Graphic by me, and the divider are by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

tags list: @rose-bliss

Something had shifted between you and Angel after your conversation in his father’s shop. He was back to his flirty nature, and you were back to matching that energy from him...but things were different. More charged, and intense. More closer calls, and moments when you were ready to risk it all. You were still hesitating though, and even though he didn’t say it, you could tell that Angel was getting frustrated. You weren’t the only one that had noticed, Tasha was aware also and in true best friend fashion she didn’t hesitate to pull you aside one night and check you on it.

“Alright, bitch. Enough is enough. You and that man have been dancing around this sexual tension for too long, and I swear to God if you don’t fuck him I’m going to physically fight you myself.” Tasha had pulled you to the back while the other girls served drinks and danced their way across the bar.

“Tasha—”

“Don’t ‘tasha’ me. That man is into you, and apparently he’s not even entertaining the groupies that always hang around the clubhouse anymore. He clearly wants you, and you’re still worried about some asshole from two states over that you probably aren’t going to see ever again? I get it, your ex was a piece of shit but clearly Angel isn’t. So you gotta ask yourself if you’re ready to see him with someone else, because if you aren’t going to do something with all the tension that’s been building between you two then it’s not fair to keep him hanging on the line.”

You were ready to tell Tasha to mind her business, to worry about what was going on with her and Coco but you knew she was right. All you could do was clamp your mouth shut and groan in frustration.

“If I go there with him it wouldn’t just be about sex.” You admit, not noticing the way Tasha’s eyes drift behind you to Angel who had wandered towards the back out of concern. Normally patrons of the bar weren’t allowed in the back, but somehow, someway the Mayans had earned themselves special privileges with the bar’s owner. Likely through some under the table deal that you didn’t care to hear about. All of that was beside the point, the point was Angel was there listening and before Tasha could stop you more truth had started to spill past your lips. “I’m into him. Like a lot, like I know for a fact that if we go there I’m gonna be on some ‘that’s my man and I’mma stick beside him’ bullshit.”

You couldn’t see it, but Angel’s brows had crawled nearly up to his hairline. Tasha tried again to shut you up but you were too deep in your own thoughts. “I don’t even know if he wants that type of energy directed at him, like how the fuck do I know that he’s just not looking for a fling or something more causal?”

“You could ask me, mi dulce.”

Tasha offered you an awkward half cringe, half smile as she patted your shoulder. Meanwhile your eyes had nearly popped out of your head and before you could look to Tasha for help she was walking her way past you with a knowing smile towards Angel. You took a moment, inhaling a steadying breath before turning around to face the man who still lingered in the doorway.

Of course Angel was grinning, though it lacked the cockiness you had been sure would be there. Oddly enough he almost looked relieved? “So you mean to tell me the reason we ain’t fucked yet is because you like me. Like a lot.” He echoed your words, some amusement creeping into his tone as he pushed off from the door frame and took a step closer towards you. You could only groan in resignation. He wasn’t supposed to hear that...at the very least he seemed happy about it. “Never had that be an excuse before, querida.” Another step. “But let me remind you that I did put a man in the hospital for you already soooo.” Technically he had been ready to beat the hangaround to death with his bare hands that night, but Angel figured that wasn’t really an important detail to share. “I like you a lot too, mami.”

Whatever you had to say in response to that was interrupted by your boss rushing into the back to tell you that you were needed on the bar. Literally on the bar, apparently it was your turn to put on a show for the drunks that were packed inside. It was a nice distraction from your conversation with Tasha, and Angel rendering your concerns rather useless with his own admission. Despite that, it was becoming more and more obvious that you had a choice to make before you fucked around and missed out on something good.

By the time the night was done, you were exhausted and a few shots in as you helped clean up behind the bar. Mayans were still littered about, some drinking, and others making themselves useful as they helped the girl’s clean up after a busy night. By the time you were done you were tired, and the rush that came with a busy night had long since worn off. You just wanted to go home, but there was still something that you clearly needed to handle with Angel.

Approaching where he sat at the bar you sidled up close to him, the action immediately getting his attention as he looked up to meet your gaze. Silently he let one of his large hands mold against your exposed waist. You didn’t say anything at first, taking a moment to mull over your thoughts as you took in the look he gave you from behind his hooded gaze. “You wanna give me a ride home?”

Angel didn’t reply immediately, blinking in mild surprise as if he weren’t entirely sure that he’d heard your question correctly. “Yeah.” It was a simple answer, but it gave you all the motivation you needed to grab the man’s hand and all but dragging him towards the door. If anyone noticed the two of you leaving they didn’t say anything as the two of you slipped outside and towards Angel’s motorcycle. Once there you couldn’t help but notice him pausing as he seemed to take something into consideration once he’d grabbed his helmet from its resting place. Without saying a word to you the man simply placed the helmet on your head and adjusted the strap of it so that it fit as snuggly as possible. “Safety first, mi dulce.” If he got pulled over and given a ticket then so be it, he’d rather pay that fine than have you on the back of his bike without a helmet on. He’d already made up his mind that he’d get you one of your own, for now this would have to do.

Waiting until Angel had climbed on, you moved in behind him. Arms wrapping around his middle as you held on tight to him. The initial rumble of the motorcycle under you had your hold tightening, earning a chuckle from the man as the bike pulled off and the two of you were leaving the parking lot. Your apartment wasn’t too far, normally fifteen minutes if you knew the way and were in a rush, Angel however seemed to be taking care not to put you in any unnecessary danger, and following your directions to the letter as you told him which turns to take and where to park once you had arrived. The moment the motorcycle was safely parked, and propped on its stand, you pulled off the helmet and handed it back to Angel before moving yourself off the back of the motorcycle.

“Thanks for the ride,” You said after a moment of standing closer than was necessary. “You could come up for a beer or something if you want.” As if he’d been waiting for the invitation, Angel blew out a soft breath as tension seemed to ease off of his shoulders. To his credit the Mayan managed not to scramble off of his motorcycle in his eagerness.

“Or something.” He echoed, tongue darting out to smooth over his bottom lip.

Somehow, someway the two of you make it to your door without incident, but the moment the two of you have stepped past the threshold it seemed that all bets were off. Angel was on you in a matter of seconds, only barely remembering to push the door shut and lock it behind him if only to make it easier to press you against it. Your hands moved to his chest, fingers curling into the leather of his kutte to pull him closer as he leaned down to greedily claim your lips with a fevered kiss that left you breathless. Pushing yourself from the door you both made sure to not break the kiss until you’d got him in front of your sofa. There was no doubt that he was stronger than you, but your hands pushing against his chest still somehow managed to rock him off balance enough to fall back onto the cushions, and before he had the chance to complain you were in his lap. Straddling him and hands working their way between your bodies, you felt him deepening the kiss with a groan of impatience. It was a messy kiss, all teeth, and tongues exploring the other’s mouth hungrily. One of his large hands crept up your side, stopping once it had reached high enough to knead and massage at one of your breasts, drawing a muffled moan out of you while his other hand had wasted no time in getting a handful of your ass. Pulling away finally to catch a breath, you smirked down at the man sitting under you. His length was hard already and pressing insistently against his jeans as you worked them open and slipped a hand into his boxers to pull him free.

You only got in a good couple strokes before the sound of his phone cut through the heated moment. You both ignore it at first, relaxing a moment when the sound of it vibrating in his pocket died out. Then it started again, and again the two of you ignored it hoping that whoever was calling would get the hint. It was the third time that the phone started buzzing that Angel finally reached for it with an aggravated huff.

“No...no, don’t answer it. Don’t—” You pleaded, mouth pressing kisses against his jaw. To say Angel was tempted would be an understatement, but the name flashing across the screen told him that if he didn’t answer the entire club would find their way to your doorstep.

“Fuck! It’s Bish, I’m sorry I gotta answer it.”

Judging from the look on Angel’s face the conversation was not something you were going to be pleased with, and after a minute of being on the phone Angel hung up with a string of frustrated curses. “I gotta go, club business.”

“Fine, you can just come back when you’re done.”

Angel didn’t say anything immediately, but the look he gave you was nothing short of apologetic.

“What?”

“Imma be gone for like a week.”

Now it was your turn to let out a string of frustrated curses, pushing off of his lap to put distance between the two of you. Leave it to the MC to not only interrupt something you’d both been waiting on, but to also make you both wait a week before even getting to see each other again.

“A week?” Angel flinched at your tone, tucking himself back into his jeans and zipping up. “Alright, we’ve waited this long. We can make it a week…” You said, though it was more to yourself than it was him. Frustrated as he was, knowing you were just as disappointed as him brought a smirk to his lips as he stood from the couch to step into your space and kiss you once more. “You should leave now, otherwise I’m going to change my mind and hold you hostage.”

Angel had laughed at first, sobering up quickly when he realized that you weren’t joking. As much as he’d love to be held hostage by you, he rather avoid a conflict with the club so he quickly made a hasty exit.

A week. A whole week. Technically a week and two additional days due to some complications that came up during the run. It was like you were being punished for not deciding to fuck the man sooner, at least that was the dramatic conclusion your mind had come to when trying to make sense of how bad your luck had been. At the very least technology allowed the two of you to keep in contact, but even that had turned into something that left you frustrated and eager for Angel to return.

Checking your phone again you huffed in annoyance that there were no new messages received. Your last one had been to tell Angel that you had made it home, and that you were off the next two nights if he wanted to come by after he’d gotten settled. You wondered for a moment if that had come off too eager. The thought was running through your mind as you took another 3am sip of wine, the TV show you’d been trying to focus on was simply white noise in the background. Normally you’d be asleep by now, but circumstances had you too wound up and frustrated for sleep to be an option. Perhaps it was a good thing, because no sooner had you taken that sip of wine had the sound of someone knocking urgently on your front door jolted you from your thoughts.

Double checking the time you stood, confusion etched on your features as you wandered towards the door and peeked out through the peephole.

There stood Angel, a backpack slung over one arm and looking tired yet determined all at the same time.

“Angel what are you…” The moment you’d opened the door he had taken a step inside and kicked it closed behind him before letting his pack fall to the ground by your feet. He looked tired, and his clothes were rumpled in a way that made you suspect he’d rode straight through and decided to stop at your place first. “Did you just get back?” You questioned, very aware of his sweeping glance over you and the darkened look in his eyes as he took in the crop top and shorts that barely covered your ass.

“Of course I did.” He answered, his hands quickly finding their way to your waist before he was hauling you into his arms with a grin. “Me and you got unfinished business, querida.”

You could feel the heat rushing to your core, the ache already settling between your thighs as he buried his face in your neck and inhaled your scent deeply. “Angel...you sure you’re up for it? You look tired, I won’t blame you if you need to get some sleep.” Your words might have been taken for concern had it not been for the smirk on your lips as you met Angel’s gaze. That earned you a hard slap to the ass that had you gasping and laughing in his hold.

“Fucking brat.” He was walking you back towards your open bedroom door. “I’ll show you tired.” Unceremoniously you were dropped onto your bed, bouncing against the mattress as Angel stripped out of his kutte and began to work at the buttons of his shirt. Smirking you crawled to the end of the bed, fingers working his jeans open and pushing them along with his underwear. “You know that ain’t gonna suck itself right?” His voice cut through the silence as your hand wrapped around him, and shooting him a look before a smirk was tugging on your lips at the thought of that first night when you’d met.

You’d warned him.

Not bothering with a verbal reply, you leaned forward as you balanced on your hands and knees in the bed. You let your tongue drag over him first, your hand holding his bobbing length steady as you suck just the tip into your mouth and let the taste of his precum mix with your saliva before you pull back to spit against his cock. He groaned, muttering a quiet curse under his breath at the sight. He was practically throbbing in your hand, and greedily you wanted him to fill your mouth. Sealing your mouth around him you moaned at the heaviness of his thick cock against your tongue, head beginning to bob back and forth as your cheeks hollowed around him.

Angel couldn’t help the way his hips began to move, shallow little thrusts as he fought the urge to simply fuck himself into your throat right off the bat. The eagerness had you smirking around him as your mouth drew more of those delicious sounds from the man’s lips. Once out of his shirt, Angel busied his hands with gathering your curls into one hand, holding them out of your face so he could admire the unobstructed view that up until that point he’d only dreamt of. And God did your mouth feel better than any filthy dream version of you could ever manage.

“Jesus, Fuck...can’t believe you made me fucking wait.” He groaned out, a second later hissing in pleasure when your hand drifted away from his length to his sack, nails teasing over him just enough to send a shiver shooting up his spine. It caused his hips to jerk forward, the tip of him hitting at the back of your throat suddenly and forcing a gag out of you before the sound melted into a moan. It was all the invitation that Angel needed, the grip on your hair tightening as you felt him begin to move. Each time he pushed into your throat you could feel the way you clenched around nothing, the ache to be filled by him growing with each thrust. You only needed him to cum first, not wanting him to lose himself the second he sank into your tight walls.

Fingers rolling him between them you felt the jerk of his hips again, this time pushing himself until your nose was pressed against his hips. The lewd moan that vibrated around him had his hips stuttering for a moment, and then you felt him draw back just enough to fill your mouth with his spend as he grunted and groaned with each jerk and twitch of his cock. You swallowed him down, smirking and eyes glinting with mischief as you redoubled your efforts and continued bobbing your head along the man’s length. Clearly he hadn’t been expecting you to keep going, nearly jerking away before you caught him by the hip and dug your nails in as you worked your mouth over him until he was cumming again mere moments after having already filled your mouth.

You pull back, mouth dragging along his length and leaving him with a wet pop. You’re cocky, smirking as you wipe the corners of your mouth while he looked dazed and a little mesmerized. You had just sucked his cock so good that the man was truly considering marriage for a second. It took him a moment, but once Angel had come back to his senses he was on you in a matter of seconds and pressing you back against the bed. He worked you out of your clothes, throwing them to the side haphazardly as his hands wandered over your bare body and his mouth pressed hot kisses down your chest, over your belly, and finally you could feel him between your thighs.

His breath ghosted over you, causing your breath to catch in your throat. “So wet for me, mi dulce.” He groaned, the sight of your slick arousal coating you and smeared against your thighs already stirring his cock back to life. Angel smirked, already plotting his revenge for the stunt you’d just pulled. The slow drag of his tongue through your slick folds was just the start, but from the way your hips had arched up from the bed it was a good start. Your fingers sank into his hair, threading the dark locks through your digits as you gave a tug. “Relax, mami. I got you.” He murmured, draping one of your legs over his shoulder as his tongue drew another slow stripe through your folds with a groan as the taste of you coated his tongue as it greedily explored and delved and dipped into you.

“Fuck...Angel—” Your desperate moan cut you off as his tongue circled over your clit, teasing the bundle of nerves until you were pulling at his hair as you came. Just like you he didn’t stop at the first orgasm, lips sealing over the bud and sucking at it as he sank two of his thick digits into your sopping heat.

“So tight for me, not sure you gonna be able to take me.” He taunted, fingers pumping into you as he worked you up to a second climax. “Gotta stretch this tight pussy out.” He grunted, lips attaching around your clit again while your cries grew louder and your hips rocked against his mouth. Working a third finger into you, your hips gave a jolt at the cool of his rings against your hot core. There was so much sensation that you couldn’t stop yourself from cumming for him again, your juices and cream slicking against his fingers as they continued to pump into you until you were crying out his name. God he loved the sound of that, loved the taste of you on his tongue, and the way your body drew so tight around his fingers. He needed to feel you around his cock, his length hard and straining under him almost painfully while he pulled his fingers out of you.

Angel moved up between your thighs, your leg still draped over his shoulder as he brought his slick covered fingers to your lips and pushed them past your full lips. “Clean up after yourself, querida.” He whispered, smirking in approval as your lips sealed around his fingers to suck them clean. Your mouth broke away with a breathless cry when you felt the sudden push of Angel’s cock filling you. The feeling chased the air from your lungs, your body arching off of the bed as your walls squeezed and fluttered around him.

“Fuck that’s a tight little pussy.” The man hissed, hips sinking lower until he was buried as deeply as he could get in your current position.

“Don’t tell me you’re a two pump chump, I’d hate to end up disappointed now.” You teased, licking your lips at the flash of challenge in his eyes.

Angel replied with a sharp thrust of his hips, the harshness of the thrust resulting in your loud cry of pleasure and your nails digging into his back when he repeated the action. A grin broke out over his features, watching as you so clearly were eating your words now that he’d set a hard pace that had the headboard knocking against the wall. Another banging sound could be heard coming from the other side, clearly your neighbor was not a fan, and that only seemed to spur Angel on even more. “See? You wanted to play games, now we gotta keep your neighbor up all night.” His hips snapped forward again, pulling another loud cry from your lips. Honestly you should have known better than to push, but how could you stop yourself when it got you exactly what you wanted. Neighbors be damned.

He’d already gotten a few orgasms out of you with just his mouth and fingers, and now he was clearly going to take his time taking you apart all over again as his cock continued to spear into you and hit all those little spots inside you that had your toes curling and eyes damn near rolling back. "Fuck, feels so good, so fuckin' tight." His praise only seemed to make you squeeze tighter around him, making him push harder into you. "Ain't fuckin' sharin' you with no one, this my pussy now." He groaned the words into your ear, words that had you keening and digging your nails into him harder.

"It's yours, fuck it's yours daddy!" The words left you in a breathless moan, the name on your tongue before you could even stop to think about what you'd called him. You had intended on making him work for it a little more, but with him fucking you so hard it was impossible to hold back. Angel himself was in a similar situation, never had he been so caught up in the moment that he laid his claim so boldly. Hearing you acknowledge it though only seemed to flip a switch in him. Before you knew it both your legs were folded back, trembling thighs held back by strong hands with the feeling of his rings digging into your soft skin.

"Fuckin' right it is." The words were growled, and his thrusts coming so hard that the headboard was ricocheting off the wall so hard that you were sure you'd heard a crack. You didn't stop to check, far too gone to care about the state of your bedroom furniture as Angel fucked you hard and deep into the mattress. And all it took was a slight shift in his hips to have you seeing stars, the swollen tip of his cock had found that sweet spot. Before you could warn him the climax hit you, vision whiting out for a moment as pleasure burned through your veins and he had you squirting for him as you came. Somehow he held on, fucking you through the orgasm and dragging out the intense sensation until he had you chasing another one.

"W-wait, I can't...I--" But then you did, you came again with another scream of pleasure that prompted your neighbor to make an attempt at putting their fist through the wall.

"You got one more in you, I can feel it. Give it to me." Angel urged, and you could feel the way his hips had begun to move more urgently as his own end neared. The feeling was intense, overstimulated and cockdrunk you weren't sure you could but then one of his hands moved and his fingers found your clit and you were screaming his name loud enough that you were sure the whole complex knew just who was fucking you. Angel let go then, hips thrusting jerkily as his seed emptied inside your pulsing walls before he collapsed on top of you with a tired chuckle.

No one said anything for a while, the both of you simply basking in the afterglow, him weighing you down and your fingers massaging at the back of his neck. It seemed you both needed the moment to ground yourselves and catch a breath. Once you both had, Angel moved slowly pulling out of you and reluctantly getting out of the bed to wander into your bathroom to grab a damp washcloth. Cleaning the both of you up he tossed it aside before he fell back against the mattress. "You mind if I spend the night?"

You scoffed at that question, laying next to him on top of the covers as your skin still felt too hot in the air conditioned room. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't."

He chuckled, rolling over to drape an arm over your middle. "Good because I'm fucking exhausted."

You said nothing to that, simply rolling your eyes with a laugh before glancing above your head to confirm an earlier suspicion. "Angel?"

"Hmm?"

"You broke my headboard."

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mayans-sauce · 3 years

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Magic Mike

Pairing: Bishop Losa x Female Reader

Word Count: 800

Warnings: hint of smut if you squint really hard

Request by @withmyteeth which you can find HERE

A/N: thank you babe for helping with the request and coming up with ideas! Request has been changed up a little but I love how this turned out :D Enjoy <3

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Driving home on Friday after work, you had your feel-good playlist coming through the speakers.

It was a hot summer day in Santo Padre, and of course, the air conditioning decided to take an early summer break which left you no other choice than to have the windows rolled down. The slight cool breeze felt good circulation the car as you rushed home to spend the rest of the day with your man.

As you rounded the corner to your street, you noticed an unusual amount of ladies jogging in almost little to no clothing. That was strange? Who is out running in weather like this? The hotness of the day had made it nearly impossible for you to function properly, and you couldn’t imagine yourself out for a run.

The closer you got, the more people were in the streets, mostly women but a few men as well. Once you saw the house in sight, the ladies jogging past it slowed down a bit, adjusting their too much-padded sports bra and giving volume to their hair. Their gaze was on the front of the house. Something had captivated their eyes for them to act like that, and as you parked the car, you saw what it was.

Yes, of course. That’s why. There he was, your man, out on the porch fixing and changing the light you had been nagging him about for the past two weeks. He had on a pair of ripped jeans. On his upper body, he wore that white cut-off shirt that just did something to your insides. A few drops of sweat ran down his perfectly sculpted body. His arm muscles tensed and flexed with every move he made, and it practically had you drooling all over yourself. He looked like a full course meal, so no wonder the ladies walking by almost dropped their panties on sight. Even your elderly neighbor Lois was out to enjoy the show. You couldn’t blame them; he was a sight for sore eyes. The radio was on with some music you didn’t recognize, and he had a cold beer by his feet.

As you walked towards him, you couldn’t help but to catcall. “Damn, look at you, baby! Looking like a full snack out here for everyone to see.” A throaty laugh rumbled in his chest at your comment. His face was lit up in the most beautiful smile at his breathtaking woman approaching him, wearing that summer dress that just took his breath away. “Hey, gorgeous. “Hi.” Your arms wrapped around his neck while he held your hips in a loving grip. Time to show these ladies who he belongs to.

Your lips found his, moving them together in a perfect dance. You kissed and loved each other for a minute or so to mark your territory. As you pulled away, he searched for your lips one last time to leave a loving kiss on them. He exhaled a puff of air from his lungs at you getting him so worked up with a kiss and simple touch.

“What was that for?” “Just to show these bitches that you’re mine.” He looked past your shoulder at all the eyes staring at you. Mostly disappointed and angry ones from both males and females. “I didn’t even realize I was gathering a crowd.” “You should take payment. If you’re going to show off all the goods, may as well get that cash.” He rolled his eyes at your comment.

“Babe, it’s so hot outside today; I’d hate for you to get a heat stroke; better take your shirt off just in case.” He didn’t hesitate with you helping him take off the thin piece of fabric, discarding it somewhere to the side. Your eyes took their sweet time to admire his firm torso. The sight of him had you release a small whimper. Your hand traced from his pecks to his abdomen, loving the feel of him under your palm. His whole body shudders at your touch.

“Do you want to take this inside, sweetheart?” The tone of his voice, husky and deep, told you that he had some impure thoughts racing through his mind. Ideas that would get you both sweaty and worked up in just a few minutes. “No,” you backed a little away from him, “no, you keep working, Obispo.” You took a seat at the lounge chair that was facing him. Legs crossed and arms behind your head. “You keep working while I enjoy my own personal Magic Mike show, and then you can take me inside for some more explicit entertainment.”

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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All Mine

Angel Reyes x Reader

Request by Anon: If you are taking them, I have a request! The reader and EZ are best friends and she is close to Angel who secretly loves her. But once EZ joins the MC and the reader hangs around more, Angel gets jealous of EZ because she is hanging out with him, not knowing the reader is in love with Angel. Angel becomes distant from her but she stops by his place to talk to him because she misses him and so much possessive smut, bruises, hickeys 🥵 I love your writing and wanted to request ❤️

Warnings: language, angst, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of bodily fluids (male + female), unprotected sex

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: I was just thinking that I need to write something for Angel soon and this request was perfect for that so thank you. Got some backstory and buildup to really get the angsty vibes going before we get to the smut. As someone who is a big fan of hickeys and the like this request really spoke to me lmao. Hope you guys enjoy!! xo

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If there was anything that could be said about being friends with the Reyes brothers, it was that it was never boring. You’d all been friends for a long time, having gone through life together from high school on. You and EZ had been in the same grade and became best friends almost instantly, and it was difficult to be friends with EZ without also being roped into a friendship with his brother, too. Not that you minded—the three of you always managed to have a good time together.

And the friendship you had formed with Angel was pivotal when EZ was shipped off to Stockton. Never boring didn’t always mean fun. But the two of you kept each other sane throughout the whole ordeal. You’d always gotten along well, but in those years that EZ was away you and Angel really fell into a flow with each other. You were practically living over at his place. The couch always had blankets and pillows on it for you just in case you stopped in and stayed the night, which happened more and more frequently as time went on, especially on nights after you took the time to go visit EZ. You wondered why Angel didn’t go as often, but you knew better than to pull at those strings. Even though you knew a lot about the Reyes brothers and their family, you were also aware that there were a lot of things that you weren’t privy to, and you respected that.

You’d gotten good at patching Angel up, physically and emotionally. Whether he was coming home busted up from whatever was happening with the club, or you came over to find him a drunken emotional mess because of what life had put him through, you had slowly but surely figured out how to help him through it. Your first-aid skills improved a lot in the years that EZ was away.

And, somewhere along the way, you’d fallen in love with Angel in the mess of it all. There wasn’t an exact moment where you could pinpoint that it happened. But spending all that time together, getting each other through the rough patches and celebrating together in the good times, really carved out a space in your heart that was reserved just for Angel Reyes. You kept that to yourself, though. You knew that if he felt the same way at all, he would’ve said something or made a move of some kind. It stung sometimes, but you knew that having him in your life as a best friend was preferable to not having him at all.

“He’s coming home next week,” he said, trying to ignore the pain of you cleaning out a cut he’d gotten above his eyebrow.

You nodded, trying to keep your excitement levels down, “I know,” you leaned back to get a better look at his whole face, “How are you feeling about that?”

He nodded, “’S better than him staying in fuckin’ prison.”

You chuckled, “That’s true,” you paused, knowing that there was a lot more going through his mind about it, “You talk to the club about everything?”

He cringed as you swabbed the gash with medical alcohol, “Yea.”

“How are you feeling about that?”

He sighed, shaking his head slightly, “You fuckin’ know,” he let you cup his chin to hold his head still as you pressed a bandage onto his cut, “He’s meant for more than this shit. I don’t get why he wants to come back to Santo Padre at all, let alone get tied down with the fuckin’ club.”

You raised your eyebrows slightly, “It seems to work well for you.”

He finally looked you in the eyes, “Don’t say that like EZ and I are capable of the same things, querida. You’re smarter than that.”

You sighed, leaning back and resting your hands in your lap, “Your cut should be fine. If it starts oozing anything you can sue me for malpractice,” you let the EZ topic drop, knowing it was a bit of an exposed nerve and probably would be for some time.

He chuckled, “Thanks. I’ll have my people get in touch with your people,” he stood up, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head before heading to the kitchen to pull something together for dinner.

The days dragged on as you waited for EZ to come home. Once there was a definitive end-date to his stint in Stockton, time seemed to move slower. You’d been spending more time around the clubhouse in general, but you knew that if both Angel and EZ were going to get involved with the club, you were going to need to get comfortable with all of it. You knew that you weren’t going to get to be in the know about everything, but you didn’t want to be a stranger either, or just “that girl who is always hanging out with the Reyes brothers”. The guys really didn’t seem to mind. You all got along well enough, and having the endorsement of being a close friend of Angel’s certainly didn’t hurt. It was a relief, and you couldn’t deny that it felt nice to know that you had a team of backup if something ever got that bad. Angel would go to the end of the earth for you, but having a small army never hurt.

You’d been cautiously optimistic about what life was going to be like when EZ was back home again. You loved him and you missed him, but you knew that he wasn’t going to be the same exact person coming back that he was when he went away. No one comes out after that much time the same. But in all of your visits, you could feel that he was still EZ in all the ways that mattered. He was just going to need time to adjust, to figure things out, to get his feet back underneath him. And that was exactly what you were there for.

He fell into things rather easily with the club. You knew that Angel was still conflicted about it, but there was no going back on it now. EZ was officially a prospect and Angel was officially his sponsor. No amount of deep sighs and eye rolls was going to undo that. The club was accepting of him, but they were still vetting him thoroughly. You couldn’t necessarily blame them, but you knew who EZ was and it made you a little biased.

EZ was open with you about what he was going through, and you were glad that the two of you hadn’t lost that over the years. He needed some consistency, some kind of anchor in the midst of all of the chaos, which was a role that you were more than happy to fill.

Late nights at Angel’s apartment started to give way to late nights at EZ’s trailer. You still saw the both of them a lot, one of the benefits of hanging out at the clubhouse whenever you could. But you knew that EZ needed some extra one-one-one time and you weren’t going to rob him of that because you had gone and let yourself fall in love with his brother.

You figured that Angel would be glad that EZ had someone in his corner. You knew that things were a little tense between them sometimes because of the club and you didn’t have any of that baggage to carry. You assumed that Angel would be happy to know that his little brother was being cared for by someone who really knew him and gave a shit about him. But it didn’t really feel that way.

EZ was on the opposite side of the bar from you, stacking the last few cases of beer that had gotten delivered that day. The two of you were laughing as you told him about some of the stupidity that was going on at your job. The laughter was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You both turned to see Angel standing there, hands shoved into his pockets.

“Pres needs you in Templo for a few minutes, Prospect.”

EZ nodded, wiping his hands off on his jeans, “Alright,” he walked around to the other side of the bar, giving your shoulder a nudge as he walked past you, “Don’t let anyone rob the joint while I’m in there.”

You laughed and shoved him towards the sliding glass door, “Hope they’re not kicking you out.” Despite the fact that EZ was making his way to the room, Angel lingered back for a moment. You could see it in his eyes that he wanted to say something to you, “All good?”

He shrugged, nodding, “All good,” the expression on his face said otherwise but you didn’t get to push it as he turned and walked away, shutting the door behind him.

You were still there when the meeting was over, not that it took very long. Everyone dispersed in their own directions. Angel flagged his brother down, saying something quietly into his ear, eyes only darting over to you for a moment before he clapped EZ on the back and walked out of the clubhouse without coming over to say anything to you. EZ walked over, unaware of everything you were noticing and feeling.

He plopped down on the stool next to you, “Movie night?”

You nodded, smiling, “Absolutely.”

About halfway through the movie your mind was somewhere else entirely. Before you were able to censor yourself, you blurted out, “Is Angel mad at me?”

EZ looked over at you, clearly confused. He paused the movie, “Mad at you?”

You nodded, “Yea. He’s barely been talking to me the past couple of weeks and when he does it just feels…different.”

EZ shrugged, “If he is, he hasn’t said anything to me. I doubt it’s that, though. He’s been stressed with all the shit going on with the club lately. He might just accidentally be taking it out on you.”

You gnawed at the inside of your lip, wanting to believe him but not quite sure that you did, “Yea, probably.”

The next few days went by and it was more of the same. You felt like you were trying to drag a conversation out of Angel and he was coming up with excuse after excuse to dodge you. You tried not to let it get to you, but it was difficult. After everything, he was icing you out. And even despite that, your heart still sped up every time you saw him, hoping that he would walk over and things would go back to how they’d been for the last few years.

So you found yourself outside the door to Angel’s house. You knocked on the door for the first time in years—you never used to feel like you had to. But now everything felt off and you didn’t feel quite as welcome as you did before.

A few moments later you heard a scuffling from the other side of the door before it opened. Angel was in his jeans and a tank top, hair a mess, and your heart skipped a couple beats in your chest. You cleared your throat, “Can I come in?”

He nodded but didn’t say anything as he moved to the side so you could walk inside. You toed off your shoes and part of you wanted to plop down on the couch the same way you had so many times before, but you fought the urge. You did notice, though, that there was still the small pile of blankets and pillows taking up one end of the couch. It gave you a small sliver of hope.

“What’s going on?” Angel asked, standing in front of you in the middle of his living room.

“I just came over to talk…to see how you’re doing.”

“Oh?” he scoffed, shaking his head, “No pressing plans with Boy Scout tonight?”

“What’s your fucking problem?” your words were angry but the look in your eyes was anything but—everything just hurt.

“You just use me to pass the time till he got back out?” he looked like he was on the brink of tears, “Just come over here to fill the Reyes void until the Golden Boy was back?”

“Angel, what are you talking about?”

“You! Us!” he snapped. The word us hit you like a punch to the gut. You couldn’t force out any words, so Angel continued, “You spend all this time comin’ over here, making me think that you actually give a shit about me, makin’ me fa—” he stopped himself, shaking his head, “Then you just fucking drop me. It’s like I don’t even exist anymore.”

“Angel,” there was a slight tremor to your voice, “your brother just got out of prison. Figured he might need a little extra support for a while. Why is that putting such a bug up your ass?” you saw him go to say something but you held your hand up to stop him, “And just so we’re painting the full fucking picture here—you’ve been dodging me. Every time I try to talk to you, you suddenly have something else to do, somewhere else to be. This is the first real conversation we’ve had in weeks and it’s only happening because I came banging on your fucking door,” you wiped away tears that you hadn’t even felt before that moment, “Sorry you haven’t gotten my undivided attention, but that’s just life sometimes, Angel. And, fuck,” you shook your head, “even though you’ve been acting like a real dick lately, I’ve still missed you.”

“I’m so fucking sick of coming in second place, Y/N.”

You stepped to him, looking up at him, “You’re not in second place. There are no places. That’s all up here,” you reached up and pressed the pad of your finger to his temple.

He gently placed his hand over yours, completely enveloping it, “I can’t handle you getting sick of me, forgetting about me,” his eyes met yours, “I don’t wanna lose you.”

You felt a lump forming in the back of your throat, “Then why are you shutting me out?”

He shook his head slightly, hand still clasping yours, “Easier leaving than getting left.”

“I was never leaving you, Angel,” your voice was barely a whisper, “And I’m not going to.”

He closed his eyes, leaning down so his forehead against yours. He took a deep, unsteady breath, “I think I’ve been falling in love with you.”

You smiled, bringing your other hand up so you were cupping both sides of his face as you pulled back a little, “You’ve got a really shitty way of showing it.”

He laughed, shaking his head before pressing a kiss against your palm, “Will you let me show it in a better way?”

Your heart was pounding inside your chest as you nodded. He instantly pulled you close and pressed his lips to yours. One hand fell to the small of your back while the other rested on the back of your neck, keeping you as close to him as he could. Your knees felt weak as you melted into him.

He pressed the tips of his fingers harder into the back of your neck and you could feel the neediness seeping from his body into yours. You draped your arms over his shoulders, getting lost in the feeling of the way his lips moved in-sync with yours. A soft moan slipped out as he bit down on your lip.

He pulled his lips away from yours, letting you both catch your breath. He still had you wrapped up in his arms and you smiled, placing a gentle kiss on his jawline, “I think I’ve been falling in love with you too.”

With a quiet laugh he scooped you up off the floor, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. With what seemed like no effort at all, he whisked you down the hall to his bedroom. You laughed as he let you drop a few inches from his arms onto the mattress, a smile on his face as he situated himself between your legs, hovering over your torso with his lips hardly an inch from yours.

“You mean it?” you asked in a whisper as you reached up and pushed his hair back out of his face.

“Mean what?”

“That you’ve been falling in love with me.”

He nodded, his voice as soft as yours, “Every word,” he leaned down and kissed your temple before bringing his lips right next to your ear, “I just wanna make you mine.”

Your body trembled at the sound of his words. You let your eyes drift shut as what he said washed over you. “Do it,” your voice was hardly audible, “Make me yours.”

You felt him hum in approval, the vibrations against your neck sending a chill through your body. He attached his lips to yours, cupping one side of your face in his hand. You hooked your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you, and you felt him smile into your kiss. He pressed his lips hard against yours for a moment before he slid them down to your neck. His hands slid down your sides, resting on your hips as he bit down onto your neck. You moaned as he sucked on the sensitive skin there. He brought his lips to the other side of your neck to do the same thing as he pushed your hips down to the bed, effectively unhooking your legs as his hands started to undo the button and zipper of your jeans.

He pulled your jeans down, tossing them off to the side before hopping off the bed just long enough to undo his belt and push his jeans down to the floor. Once the denim pooled at his ankles he stepped out of them and was right back on top of you again, pulling your shirt off over your head as you reached and did the same to him.

He kissed you as his hands roamed all over your body, touching every exposed inch, every single curve. His tongue met yours as he gripped tight onto your hips. You moaned as he began to grind against you. There wasn’t a single coherent thought in your head as he pulled out of your kiss, sucking lightly on your bottom lip as he did.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he kissed you lightly on the lips as his fingers looped around the waistband of your underwear, slowly sliding them down your legs.

He left a long trail of kisses and love-bites down your chest, stomach, and thighs. He draped your legs over his shoulders and you let out a shaky breath as he grazed his teeth along the inside of your thigh, biting down ever-so lightly before moving his lips between your legs. A moan fell from your lips the second he pressed his mouth against you, your hands instantly tangling themselves in his hair. You felt the vibrations against you as he chuckled at how quickly you became so needy. Every single thing he did felt perfect. The sound of you moaning his name filled the house as his tongue continued to explore every part of you.

He pulled his lips away from you and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He smiled up at you as he slowly slid his fingers into you, turning your whimper into a moan. Your hands dropped down to his shoulders, nails setting into his skin as you cursed under your breath. He kept his eyes on you as he slowly began to pump his fingers in and out of you, reveling in the fact that he was the one marking you up and putting that look of pure bliss onto your face.

You arched your back slightly when you felt him bite down onto your thigh, “Fuck, Angel, don’t stop.”

His voice was raspy, “You gonna cum for me, querida?”

“Y-yes,” you almost didn’t get the word out as you felt his mouth begin to work along with his fingers. Your legs tightened around his head, thighs clenching as you got closer to your orgasm, “Fuck, Angel,” you cried as you came.

He slid up to you, a satisfied smirk on his face. Your fingers trailed through his beard, feeling your wetness as he leaned in to kiss you. You could taste yourself off of his lips and tongue and you were about to get lost in that sensation alone until you felt him pressing against your entrance. You rested your hands on his hips and pulled him closer to you, both of you moaning as he slowly slid into you. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, soaking up how he felt inside you.

“You feel so perfect,” he whispered as he slowly started to move his hips, “You’re so perfect for me.”

You knew there was no way to be closer to him than you were, but you wished that there was. You wrapped your legs around him again and cupped his face so you could kiss him as he thrust into you. He braced his forearms on either side of your head, caging you in as he leaned into you. you slid your hands to the back of his neck, pulling him down against you as you sank your teeth into the skin where his neck met his shoulder.

You heard him curse and you smiled as you placed a kiss on top of the bitemark, “You’re mine now, too, Angel.”

He pulled away from you so he could look you in the eyes, “Say that again.”

You gently traced the pad of your thumb along his bottom lip, “You’re mine, Angel Reyes.”

His lips crashed into yours as he picked up his speed. He couldn’t get enough of you, hands grabbing at whatever they could to try and keep you closer to him. You felt his rhythm start to falter—he gripped tightly onto your hips as he thrust hard into you a few more times before quickly pulling out of you before he came.

He collapsed onto your chest with a sigh. You let out a tired laugh as you lazily trailed your fingers through his hair, both of you attempting to catch your breath and get your hearts down to a reasonable speed. You could feel the reverberations of his chest against yours and in that moment you were sure that there no better feeling in the world. His fingers lightly traced over your skin and all you could think about was the fact that his touch felt like home. You let your eyes drift shut for a few moments as he peppered your neck and shoulders with soft kisses.

He shifted so he was laying on his side next to you, staring at you with a starry look in his eyes. You smiled over at him, rolling onto your side as well, “What’re you thinking?”

He smiled, kissing you gently on the lips, “That I love you.”

You felt your face get hot as you touched your forehead to his, “Yea? Good. ‘Cause I love you too.”

He laughed as he rolled and pulled you with him so that you were laying on top of him, your chest pressed against his, “No going back on that now, you know.”

You let your fingers dance down the side of his face, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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thescriptofsharkboyandlavagirl3d · 2 years

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Che + Joe

Prologue

Che 'Taza' Romero x Original Cis Male Character (Joseph Balik)

Author's Note: I've recently finished binge watching Mayans after originally only seeing the first seasons and losing interest. After watching the story line about David, I fell in love with Taza and was searching for fics with male readers or characters as the love interest but there are none that I could find so I decided to just write one myself.

I don't 100% know what the MC's opinions on queer people are because it's not entirely clear in the show so I'm making my own assumptions. Bishop is evidently not impressed when Che reveals his bisexuality and Isaac stated when talking to Coco that one of the two ways that will get you killed in the club is homosexual behaviour. Bishop's distain is a little muddled due to the fact that it is mixed with his reaction to finding out Che killed Riz so it's not entirely clear how much of the reaction was centred around Che's bisexuality. As well, when in confrontation with the Swole Boys, Angel refers to their bikes as ' homo-cycles', evidently displaying prejudice behaviour, referring to something you don't like as 'gay'. On the other hand, Bishop has never displayed any clear disgust for his ex-wife's queerness as she now is married to a woman after they split. So I'm going with that the Mayans don't outwardly, violently hate queer people and will be amicable with Joe but it is unacceptable within the club as enforced by their rules and members will display various micro-aggressions toward queer characters and queerness in general throughout the story. Some characters in and out of the MC will display more hostility towards queer characters so this is a warning for readers who may be triggered by homophobic ideals, language and actions. If any of you have any ideas or sentiments towards how you view the member's of the MC and their thought on the LGBTQIA+ community, feel free to share them with me.

Given Raoul's age of 63 in 2018, I'm placing Taza at about 60 years old. Joe, who is physically and a little personality wise based on Antoni Porowski, will be be about 41 years old.

Chapters in the future will be explicit but will contain warnings for anyone who may find that uncomfortable.

Warning: N/A currently

Words: 731

Summary: After years of struggle, Joseph Balik opens up a new cafe in the middle of Santo Padre. With the overwhelming presence of the Mayans, Joe is eager to keep out of their way. Plans are quickly altered when Vice Presidente literally crashes into Joe's life, sending both of their lives in to a chaotic spin

It didn’t take long for word of Malino’s to spread through Santo Padre. The town was slight enough to notice any new movement in a years old abandon shop front along the main road. With a breath of fresh air and bright façade in the arid desert environment, Malino’s was quickly overrun with customers eager to evaluate the new establishment.

Opening the café had been in the works for years. Having immigrated from Poland at a young age, Joe was no stranger to the teasing quips and mocking accents of the school yard. It didn’t take long before Joe was shifting the cadence of his speech in the hopes of sounding more akin to the smooth drawl of a regular Californian kid. Soon, everything that made Joe himself, had been replaced with the customs of a new country and the denial of his heritage. It had taken years for Joe to reconcile with the internalised distain for his differences.

It had been early college days at USC when Joe had met people who began to reshape his image of himself. Surrounded with those of unwavering pride in who they were and were they came from, he began to delve deeper into what he had stubbornly tried to push down since childhood. Through the revision of his culture, it had been the food of his homeland that had become the strongest connection in practicing and celebrating himself and where his family came from. This had quickly sparked a deep love for cooking and sharing his food with those he cared for.

This love had only blossomed from there. Soon abandoning previous life goals, Joe had begun to squirrel away any spare coin he could muster in the hopes of saving up enough to establish his own café while continuing his college degree. Despite set back after set back, he had achieved what had once only be a dream, now twenty years passed.

Joe had caught wind of the vacant store front in the southern Californian town of Santo Padre after months on the search. With a price point under budget, the decision to purchase was a no brainer. As a result, the store had been riddled with faults, covered in mould and filth with loose wires and damaged walls, leaving weeks of repairs and restorations. Despite this, Joe’s optimism had yet to falter with years of determination to back him up. With preparations finally at a close, Joe’s dream was coming to fruition in front of his eyes.

Through the first weeks of opening, Joe was hard pressed to find a moment of peace. Between juggling the financial aspects of running a café as well as managing staff and taking place as head baker, he was struggling to find sleep each night before 1 am. As a result, it wasn’t a surprise that Joe had found himself lacking all concentration on the job, discovering himself chest to chest with a man instead of delivering a customer’s apple tart.

Despite his new residence, it hadn’t been difficult for Joe to notice of the loud rumbling that would shake the streets of Santo Padre. The local charter of Mayans weren’t shy in showing off their rides, flashing their vest around town in the sweltering heat of the sun. That being said, Joe had been adamant in avoiding any of the men at all costs. It didn’t take a genius to assume what those men thought about men like him. While it was an assumption of their views on queer people, those assumptions may end up saving his life and Joe wasn’t about to chance that on the principle of giving others the benefit of the doubt and not assuming on their behalf, especially when it came to dangerous men in a motorcycle club.

However, after one look at this man, Joe had almost thrown the sentiment out the window. Their matched height had entitled a clear view of his deep brown eyes with a sight of his strong nose and thick facial hair. The intricate lines detailing his face had almost been entrancing enough for Joseph to forget to be embarrassed by the seconds previous collision and his current response to the Mayan in front of him. With a quick flick at the corner of his mouth, the man had clearly taken note of Joe’s intimidated, flustered reaction.

He was in for it now.

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bumblesimagines · 8 months

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

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

- EZ Reyes

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

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

pronouns: they/them, gender neutral

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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purplerain85 · 3 years

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Neron ‘Creeper” Vargas x Reader

Words: not sure I wrote it through my phone But this ended up being a lot longer then I thought it would be.

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Oral female receiving, mention of male receiving, usage of toys, fingering, slight bondage.

A/N: its been a long ass time since I wrote something let along smut, but I got inspiration about Creeper while I was watching Mayan’s the last two days. So to say that I am nervous is beyond an understatement. I love comments, criticism good and bad and what I can do better. So I hope you enjoy.

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Dom should have been his nickname short for Dominate! Because that is what Neron 'Creeper' was in every sense of the meaning and word! As much as he tried to hide it but you knew as soon as you met him just the way he talked, the way he carried himself and you were bound to not only be his girlfriend but his sub who would like to push every single god damn button he had.... which is why you were in you current situation.

You had met Creeper 6 months ago at at one of the Mayan's club house parties you came with a couple of girlfriends you stood out from the crowd in more ways then one. While your friends wore dark blues and black you wore a neon green mini dress with a black leather jacket. Your laugh was loud which made him smirk every time he heard your laugh. You noticed him staring at you an hour after you got there and as much as you wanted to go talk to him you were pretty shy and wanted him to approach you, but he never he just watched you.

Then two weeks later he finally introduced himself and when he said his name was Neron but everyone calls him Creeper, "well that makes sense now" you thought to yourself. Then a couple weeks later one of your friends bet Angel that she could bet him at pool, which he lost and was a spoiled sport about. Creeper said he could beat anyone which made you Ha! out loud and he asked you to play which you accepted but made the bet not about money "if I win you have to take me out on a date!" You wagered, he nodded and said "sounds good, but if I win you have to suck my dick!" You acted shocked but very turned on while your friends "ooohhh!" You acted like you had no idea what you were doing, he got a couple balls and he got cocky saying things like "I cannot wait to feel your beautiful mouth around my dick" or "I cannot wait to fuck your mouth" then you turned and looked at him and gave him a sinful smile and sunk every single one of your balls and Creeper stood there shocked and your friend laughed and said "I have known Y/N for almost 20 years she has never lost a game of pool!” You laugh as you put the cue stick down and said "I will see you at 7 tomorrow"

That was 3 months ago you started dating Creeper shortly after that night. It didn’t take long for you to notice he was holding back a little in the bedroom you could tell he wanted to do more then tap your ass (it literally felt a little harder then a tap) and grip your hair. You wanted him to choke you, pull your hair, slap and grip your ass, mark you. Little did you know in the beginning that all you needed to do was push some buttons and not listen when he told you to stop something. It happened when you at a club house party and EZ was behind the bar and you were being friendly with him Creeper saw it as you were flirting, and when he came up behind you and had his hand on your ass and whispered for you to stop flirting, you rolled your eyes and scoffed at him saying you weren’t flirting and went back to your conversation with EZ. Creeper gave him a look that you didn’t see and EZ excused himself. Creeper gripped your ass hard which cause you to jump a little and slap your hands on the bar and grip your nails in the wood, he told you again to stop with a smirk on his face and walked away.

You stood there shocked for a minute before you recovered and finally knew what you needed to do to get him to finally bring his dominate side out. You had to push his buttons and best believe you would. You put your plan into motion the next day it started with small touches while you talked to other guys, being very friendly with them, three days later Creeper was tense and moody. On the fourth day you text Creeper that you were going shopping

Me: Hey babe hope things are good, about to go shopping at [sex shop store name] to get a new toy

Creeper: WHY?????

Me: Why not? Need something when you are not at home or on the road.

Creeper: That should be a given no toys allowed!

Me: Oh such a shame that I don’t wanna listen

Creeper: You come home with a toy and you will regret it!!

Me: I am calling bullshit, You won’t do shit!

Creeper: Woman try me and see

Me: Aren’t they Beautiful the purple one has thirty different speeds and the little one seemed fun it can be controlled by your phone :)

Creeper: Woman you just wait tell I get home.

Me: Pfft, OH OK (insert smart ass tone) off to my next stop. [Lingerie store] which I won’t show you later

What you bought***

Creeper was on edge because he kept messaging asking what you bought and you ignored him which pissed him off even more. You finished shopping 2 hours before Creeper got home, you used his hide-a-key to let yourself in and got the toys out of their boxes washed and now they are charging, you hoped into the shower and got ready, you decided to go for your favourite black dress. Little did you know you probably should have gone with your least favourite dress.

You were in his bedroom when you heard the front door open and slam you gasped when you heard the door, Creeper shouted out “Woman where are you!” instantly you were very shy and very intimidated you have never heard his voice like that, but this is what you wanted, needed. Creeper walked into the room, he had rope in his hand and you didn’t even have a chance to get yourself into a “sexy postion” you were stood there with the egg in your hand and looked like a deer in headlights. But to Creeper you looked just as beautiful, he walked over to you tossed the rope on the bed and took the egg from your hand and looked over it, he had did his research during the day and downloaded the app for the egg he just needed to scan the code and get it hooked up.

He looked at you and told you to “strip out of your dress” you looked at home for a second before he raised his voice and said “Now!” you finally found your voice you smirk and said “Make me” Creeper rolled his eyes at you and grabbed your throat, you moaned out so loud “if you wanted me to dominate you, all you had to do was ask, not be a pain in my ass” Creeper said. He kissed you roughly while his hand was still on your throat his other hand when up your side to the top of your dress right breast then while still kissing you his other hand left your neck and met with his other hand ripped your dress right down the middle, you pulled back and said “that was my favourite black dress!” Creeper isn’t even looking you in the face he is too occupied with your lingerie set, “this is going to be my absolute favourite set, and I wanna promise I won’t rip it off of you but I cannot” he says. He picked you up and tossed you on the bed and got on top of you and said “you going to be able to keep your hands to yourself or am I gonna have to tie your hands.... never mind you like touching so tying your hands it is.” he ties your hands to his headboard.

You moaned “please Neron, please for the love of god please mark me, choke me, spank me, own me.... Please sir.” You opened your legs wider and you could feel his hard on through his jeans. Creeper felt like he was going to explode from you calling him Sir, and said “keep calling me that”. He started kissing down your jaw down to your neck and sucked some bruises on your neck, he moved down to your breast and left some bite marks and reached over to the nightstand table and grabbed a bottle of lube and continued kissing down your stomach and hips and leaving more bruises and bite marks.

He bit your mound and grabbed the egg from his pocket then pulled your thong to the side and licked from your opening up to your clit you moaned and begged for more but he pulled away and grabbed the lube and added some to the egg and to you and started to push the egg in you tensed a little bit “relax baby” Creeper moaned to you, he got the egg in and pulled away from you and grabbed his phone and chair and took a seat and the edge of the bed then turned the egg on the lowest setting and instantly your legs closed and you moaned “sir!!!” his voice boomed “open your legs!” after a couple of breaths you managed to open them again, but they closed again the moment he upped the vibrations a couple notches. He huffed and got up and walked to the closet “where are you going? Sir please don’t leave” you whined.

Creeper walked back in with a bar with cuffs on the end and walked back over to you he says “sorry” and rips your thong off and kisses your knees and your first orgasm hits you, then pushes your legs apart and attaches the bar to your ankles and opens the bar a bit so you cannot close your legs. Then returns to the chair and continues to up then lower the vibe until you cum two more times. Then he gets up removes his clothes grabs the 30 speed vibrator that you bought today and removes the spreader bar set the vibe to medium and brings two fingers to your clit and you jump and moan.

Creeper moved his fingers down to your opening and brought his face down to your core and inserted his fingers the same time he attached his mouth to your clit and swirled, flicked, pressed his tongue to you clit and moaned at the taste of your juices he slowly moved his fingers in and out of you. You moaned that you were about to cum he says “cum on my face, wet my beard” you cum hard and lose your breath for a couple seconds. Creeper moves up your body to your covered breast he pulls down the cups to revel your nipples and while he starts sucking on your nipples his fingers were still moving in and out of you. He kisses you once he pulls his fingers from you and puts them in your mouth and you suck them clean and moan around them, then he moves to his knees and slams into you and gives you half a second to adjust to him before he starts thrusting, you can feel yourself getting close and tell him you need to cum, he says “no not yet, hold it for me” you try and manage to breath a little then shriek when you feel the purple vibrator attach to your clit and start to pull on the ropes and beg “Neron Please please untie my wrist please Oh Dear God PLese!!!!!!” Creeper leans over and unties your hands and one instantly goes to his wrist with the vibrator on your clit to ground yourself and the other hand went to the one on your stomach and you laced your fingers with his and you are chanting his name and begging to cum.

He tosses the purple vibe pulls out just long enough to pull the vibe out and tosses that as well then pushes back into and drops down to your face and grips your neck and your hair and kisses the air out of your lugs then bites your lower lips and says “I need you to cum, baby cum for me, cum now” he is thrusting his hips so hard then you cum hard so hard that you grip Creeper so hard that he cannot pullout, he loves cumming inside you so he isn’t concerned he cums, and again tries to pullout and again he cannot he looks at you and you look so fucked out he kisses your lips and cheeks, forehead. “Can you lay down on me please, you won’t crush me and clearly she is not ready to let you go just yet” you say. He lays down and snuggles close with you and says “I love you” you smile and rub his head and say “I love you too”

The End

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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two at a time.

PART 1.

EZ REYES x female!reader x BISHOP LOSA.

MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ words: about 2k.

❝ warnings: nsfw, threesome, dirty as fuck, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, double penetration, language, swearing, praise kink, slight degradation, mention of bodily fluids and i dont know what else.

❝ a / n: i'm not sorry for this. i started this shot a couple of months ago and forget about it. thanks to my lovely wife @mayans-sauce for throwing more gasoline to my fire. it has no plot and maybe it's poor in details, but i didn't want to make it longer than it is already. as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

“I don' know what you heard, but you're wrong. And I'm not gonna do it”.

Outside, you look pretty calm, but inside you're freaking out. EZ is sitting over the table of the trailer, while Bishop is some steps away from you, resting his back against the fridge.

“Listen, this is not like… you are cheating me, baby. You dreamed about it, and I wanna please you. That's all”. Your boyfriend says, with both hands placed on the lapels of his kutte.

“Com'ere, querida”.

Bishop offers you a hand. You look at it with curiosity, before traveling your gaze again to the younger man putting down off the table. Gulping and licking your incisors, you take his hand, and before you can be aware of what they're thinking in you find yourself between both. El Presidente kisses you slowly, enjoying it, taking his time; while EZ bites your neck with his fingers clung to your hips. You can feel how hard they are, not noticing it before because you were too busy fighting against your desires.

Bishop moves his hands to your breasts, squeezing them while keeping his lustful eyes on yours, watching you silently moan. This feels much better than in your dreams —much better than you could imagine. While the older one takes care of your nipples, EZ rolls down your panties through your thighs, before removing the other piece of clothing to leave you exposed for their own pleasure.

“Sweetheart… you're a fucking goddess”. Bishop praises you using that charming smile he has to make your legs tremble. “Tell us what you need. Use that beautiful mouth of yours”.

“I wa— wan—”.

“Tell us what you need”. Your boyfriend grunts keen, gripping one of his huge hands on your throat from behind, pressing you among their bodies.

“I need you to… fuck me”. You whine starting to lose your mind when EZ urges you to open your legs for them. “At… At once”.

Their husky laughs burn your cheeks in shame.

“You heard that, prospect? This little filthy whore wants our dicks at the same time”.

“You think you can take us both?” There's no doubt in his voice, kissing the sweet spot under your ear while taking your right hand and bringing it to the rock under Bishop's rough dark jeans. “You want his dick in your sweet tight pussy, baby girl? Ask him”.

God, if they continue talking to you like that you're going to cum without needing to be pounded. You can't help but stroke his hard bulge watching immediately the struggles you are causing him to breathe.

“Can I… first blow your cock, Presidente?” You inquire with a honeyed low tone of voice, starting to lose your shame.

“We don't have time for games now, querida. So, show me what you have for me”. He denies, demanding what he has been craving since he put a step inside the trailer.

You swallow touring down his abdomen to the belt, undoing it with trembling fingers because of your nervousness, hearing EZ behind you maneuver and dealing with his own clothes. You can't believe he has been given a threesome, to let another man fucks you only to make your fantasies come true.

“You go first, brother”. Bishop utters, referring to the need of your wetness as natural lube.

El Presidente snakes an arm between your legs to raise it and find a comfortable posture and more space for your boyfriend to slam his dick inside your cunt. You scream out, having to put your hands on the older's shoulders to find balance. EZ growls into your ear as he keeps eye contact with his boss, just like you're trying to do, overwhelmed by the pleasure. He flexes down his knees, not enough to pull his cock out of you, to thrust you with all his strengths again.

“Oh, fuck”. You cry inevitably.

“My prospect makes you feel good, ah?”

“Yes… Yes, Presidente. He fucks me so good”. You nod with your head as you can, complaining this time when you feel empty.

“Now it's my turn”.

His voice is rougher, throatily, giving you goosebumps all around. Bishop uses his free hand to guide his hard length to your folds, stroking his mushroom head to collect your arousal before taking a step forward. Unlike your boyfriend, he wants to feel you adjusting to his dick, pushing it inside your soaked pussy slowly. He can't help but wail with parted lips noticing how tight and warm she is.

“Speak to us, mi reina”. EZ murmurs, as he continues pumping himself and spreading your juices from his glans to his base.

“Baby… Baby, he's so thick”. You gasp closing your eyes and resting your head against your boyfriend's shoulder. “Fuck… please, put your dick inside me too… I need you”.

Before you can react, the two men work together to spread your buttocks so he can fulfill your request made between cried begs. Hearing him spit in his fingers, your boyfriend brings them to your tightest hole, sliding them in slowly —tortuously slow. He has to prepare you even if it's not your first rodeo, and you know it. EZ fingers your ass, feeling a slight pain that Bishop erases from your mind by occupying it with a filthy kiss. The older devours your lips, drinks your moans, dominates your tongue, and tastes your saliva. All in the same dirty gesture that pushes you over limits.

And it doesn't take your boyfriend even a second to pull out his fingers and start to bury his cock in your ass. Your eyes become crystal when you feel filled than ever in your life. They both let you some seconds to fit your walls, clenching around their lengths reaching your guts.

“Fuck”. You sob against Bishop's lips, suffocated by EZ's hand again around your throat. “Ple— Please… Please… move”.

That's the kick-off for the Mayans. And you don't need to be the smartest person in the world to know they're not going to have any mercy. They are going to ruin you.

El Presidente and his prospect pound your holes at sync. Hurry, hard, desperate. They're like two lions in heat marking their territory and competing to earn your moans crying their names. You can't even form a proper sentence, being a mess of whinings and whimpers. It doesn't hurt as you thought, quite the opposite, even if the posture isn't your favorite. You'd give your life right now to ride them at the same time, thanking them for fucking you till making you pass out.

“Such a good girl…” Bishop praises you licking your lips with the tip of his tongue, as his pace becomes rashly.

“Taking our dicks… Taking us so fucking good, mi amor”. EZ has his head tossed back and his hands nailed on your hips, digging his whole length in your ass, while his boss continues pounding forcefully your cunt.

Your mind is blank, your eyes are rolled to the back of your head, forgetting for a moment where you are and what's happening. They both feel so good inside you that you can't even breathe. Your boyfriend paws your abdomen straight to your breasts to squeeze them and pull your nipples, offering them to Bishop to bite them. And he does it, not doubting. His teeth take one at a time, enough to leave some marks there as you tilt your face to the younger looking for his lips. He kisses them hungry for you, tucking his tongue inside your mouth to invade it completely.

The thrusts don't decline on pace, still being quick and strong, hitting your g-spot any time Bishop forces you down when he goes inside your cunt.

“Fuck, preciosa… who could say you're so naughty with that… innocent look, ah?” The older growls against your exposed neck for him and his desire to leave more marks on your skin, so you don't forget that they have fucked you because you're such a needed hoe for them.

“You've no idea, Prez”. EZ babbles, tucking two fingers between your lips to show him how good you are using your tongue, twirling it around them maintaining the older's dark gaze with yours.

And you are ashamed because of the fact that you can't last longer than usual, being too much for you to have them both balls-deep in your little holes. You're going to come in any moment and they know by your lack of air and the way your legs start to tremble like a pudding in the middle of an earthquake.

“Don't you fucking dare to cum without asking for permission”. EZ demands you, tangling a hand on your hair to push your head a little more back and nail his dark furious orbs on yours.

You cry just at the thought of not being capable of talking, while he forces you to face his boss, expecting your words impatiently.

“Please, Presidente… lemme cum… I ne— I need to cum… please”.

You're literally crying, trying to hold back your orgasm as much as you can.

“Not this time”. He just replies. And he has spoken.

You can't believe he's not going to let you cum, complaining with grunts when he pulls his dick out of you, just like your boyfriend does. You can't believe EZ is going to deny you too what you need the most.

“Put on your knees. Right now”.

You obey in silence, cleaning your tears as you go down watching both men placing themselves in front of you. Bishop's dick is thicker than your boyfriend's and somewhat longer. But the veins popping up in EZ's dick are much better when he twitches inside you, or when you suck his soul out of his body. You love that texture in your mouth.

“Stick your tongue”. The younger orders, gripping his length to jerk off himself imitating his boss who hasn't waited to do it.

And you obey, hoping they will make you cum after they do like a reward for being a good girl to them. With it showing, Bishop and EZ speed up the moves of his wrist, pumping both cocks resting on the tip of your tongue. Their vocals become louder filling the trailer and not caring if someone can hear them, sitting on your heels.

Your boyfriend is the first on spilling his warm ropes straight to your mouth, making Bishop say something about a bet in a whisper that you can't really listen to —understanding the meaning seeing EZ take a step back to give his boss more space. El Presidente places both hands on your head, urging you to swallow the cum down your throat to suck his dick. And you do it delighted, being craving it since some minutes ago when he denied it to you.

Anxious, you close your lips around his length tasting your own juices there and you bob your head as if your life depended on it, placing your hands on his lower back and your eyes on EZ's. He doesn't seem bothered or disappointed, he seems more like glad watching you blowing Bishop's cock like the sweetest lollipop you have ever taken. And the older can't hold it anymore forcing your throat and filling your mouth completely, as he presses your nose to his pelvis causing you to choke on his delicious cum —gagging and coughing.

“Fuck my life, (Y/N)!” He yells in a howl, making you look at him with your orbs covered in tears because of the effort, watching how his seed falls through the curves of your abused lips straight to your breathless chest. “Take it… Take it a little more, niña…”

Trying to bring some air to your lungs through your nostrils, he has to loosen his tight, strong grip on your hair when you can't continue. Your coughs rip off your throat, cleaning your mouth with your fingers before sucking them clean under their attentive pleased gazes.

Bishop helps you to stand up on your still shaky legs, leaning on your ear and snaking a hand between them and caress your heated core. “I will come back tonight. Put you on four. Fuck that sweet little pussy while the prospect looks. And I'm gonna make you cum harder than he has ever done. You hear me?”

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sincerelyasomebody · 3 years

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Mama || Leticia "Letty" Cruz

(GIF: @angels-reyes)

A/N: This was created because I've seen some speculation that Letty may not make it to the end of Season 3 (😭🥺). My mind needed something fluffy to combat this and so this piece came about. Apologises for grammatical errors and please let me know if the Spanish translation needs correcting.

Characters/Pairing(s): Letty x Reader (mother-daughter relationship) ▪︎ Coco x Reader (mention) ☆ Mayans MC (brief mention) ▪︎ OCs (receptionist, mother and son duo)

Summary: Just a mother protecting her daughter.

Warnings: brief mention of altercation (male and female), description of injuries, fluff, language, nicknames, painkillers (reference to injury)

Word Count: 1755

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(Y/N) couldn't believe how busy the roads leading to the local high school were. It was a Wednesday, a little after ten and the streets were just packed with cars. She thought it was ridiculous considering people were usually at their jobs and children were in their age appropriate schools. There was no reason for people to be out and about.

"The light's been green for five seconds!" she yelled and honked her horn, "move!" The driver in front gave her the finger before taking off, "you're so fucking lucky I've got somewhere to be, asshole!" she called out as she drove in the opposite direction.

When her phone rang during her break, the last person (Y/N) expected to hear from was the receptionist for Santo Padre High School. According to the woman, Leticia (Letty as she was mostly referred to) had been in an altercation with another student and her parents or caregivers were requested to come and meet with the principal. Rachel, the receptionist, mentioned trying to reach her father but going straight to voicemail. With (Y/N) being listed as an emergency contact she was called.

(Y/N) immediately asked about Letty, but was told that specific details couldn't be discussed over the phone. She found that odd, but accepted it (for the time being) and informed Rachel that she would be there as quickly as she could. After hanging up, she grabbed her belongings and told her manager she had a family emergency to attend to. She was cleared and (Y/N) informed him that she would be taking a week off as well and would keep them updated on her situation.

From the moment she received the call to the time she pulled up in front of the high school, her thoughts revolved around Letty. Being with Coco for several years allowed (Y/N) to gain some insight to the type of life he had been subjected to. Through a lot of tears, constant reassurance and love (Y/N) was able to break through his tough exterior and get him to believe she was in it for the long haul. When (Y/N) was told by him about his daughter being in a similar environment to what he was in growing up, she demanded him to bring her home.

The second she laid eyes on Letty she saw Coco's features and personality shine through. (Y/N) didn't expect the teenager to respect or trust her right off the bat, but she made sure to let her know that she was here if she needed someone to talk to and gave her space. With every door slam, harsh comment and glare sent her way, (Y/N) continued being herself and showed Letty she wasn't a threat. It was challenging, especially when Coco left on runs, but she pushed through. Eventually the teenager began to accept her father's girlfriend without second guessing her.

(Y/N) stepped into the main office and found a woman standing beside a teenage boy, who held some paper towels to his nose and had a couple of scratches on his face. She moved closer and realised the pair were towering over Letty who sat in the corner and was looking down at her lap. Clenching her jaw, she strode over to the trio.

"Get the fuck away from my daughter!" she glared at the duo and turned around to Letty, who was now standing, "mi niña, are you okay?" she kissed her forehead and cupped her cheeks, "Leticia?"

The teenager nodded, "uh… y-yeah, I'm fine," she went to move (Y/N)'s hands but winced, "completely fine."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened at the state of Letty's hands. They were most likely bruised and what shocked her even more was that there was no ice-pack beside her seat. The boy clearly had been given assistance, but her baby girl hadn't and that pissed her off.

"Rachel!" she called out and a woman appeared around the corner, "you're the one who called me right?"

"Yes."

"And, you said you couldn't go over specific details of what happened over the phone?"

"That's correct."

(Y/N) nodded and gestured towards Letty's hands, "well I'm here now and would like an explanation on why my daughter hasn't been treated and that young man has?" When the mother tried to give a reason, she raised a hand in her face, "this doesn't concern you, this conversation is between Rachel and I."

Rachel gulped and could feel the anger radiating off of (Y/N), "well… uh, he was bleeding and –"

"Were there other staff members present?" she asked and when she was given a nod, she continued, "why couldn't they have provided medical assistance to my daughter?"

"She… didn't tell us she was hurt, ma'am, she said she was fine so –"

"Bitch do her hands look fine to you?"

The mother scoffed, "at least we know where your daughter gets her attitude from."

(Y/N) turned to her, "shut up, nobody asked for your ass to speak," she gestured towards her son, "the reason your son's looking like a fucked up tomato is completely justified I can vouch for that."

"Are you kidding me?" She shrieked and pointed to his face, "he's most likely got a broken nose and there's scratches on his face!"

"Exactly, be glad my daughter didn't have a screwdriver on her." (Y/N) replied and almost laughed at the disbelief on the woman's face, "your son deserved every scratch, bruise and possible broken bone."

"Excuse me!?"

(Y/N) ignored her and turned back around to face Rachel, "Letty and I will be leaving now."

"Mrs Fraser hasn't seen –"

"My main concern right now is my daughter's well-being," she told her, "and you've got my details on file so I'm sure Mrs Fraser can contact me at a later date."

Rachel spoke again, "please if you'd just –"

"No."

(Y/N) picked up Letty's bag and walked over to the desk, with Letty trailing behind her. She quickly signed out on the tablet and the pair walked out of the building. Reaching her car, (Y/N) unlocked it and helped Letty into the passenger seat. Closing her door, she rushed to the driver's side and got in.

She helped Letty buckle up, before buckling herself in, "everything okay, sweets?"

"Yeah… uh, thanks." was the response she received, before she started up the car and pulled out of the school parking lot while explaining where they were off to next.

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"He's always talking shit," Letty explained to (Y/N) about the guy in the office, "it was about time someone shut him up."

"And you were the person to do so?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "he ran his mouth and then touched me, so I beat his ass."

"Two for one special?"

"Pretty much."

(Y/N) chuckled, "when your hands heal up, we'll ask one of the guys to teach you a few moves in the ring, thankfully your hands are just bruised and not broken."

"They still hurt like a bitch."

"You've got another two hours before you can drink some more painkillers."

"What would've happened if Coco answered the phone?" Letty questioned.

(Y/N) shook her head, "honey, I don't even think I wanna know what would've happened," she noticed the teen wince, "are you okay?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

She huffed, "I'm fine, okay? I was fine when you picked me up. I was fine when we went to the doctor's office. I was fine at the grocery store and I was fine the last time you asked me."

(Y/N) nodded and pulled into their driveway, putting the car in park, "I'm not gonna apologise about asking how you're feeling. I'm just – I just want to make sure you're okay. But, now I'll stop because I can see I'm annoying you."

"Yeah, you are."

She chuckled, "okay, I'll stop, but you'll tell –"

Letty sighed, "yes, I'll tell you. You really take this parenting thing seriously. I mean… you've been referring to me as your daughter all day and I–I'm not. But you defended me –"

"And I always will."

" – against Kyle, his mum and even the receptionist. I–I've never had that before. And, even at the doctor's office you made sure I was seen by a female because you knew it'd make me more comfortable."

"Letty?"

"You treat me like I'm yours and you called me your daughter and I… I don't know, I just," she took a deep breath, shook her head and looked out of the window.

(Y/N) waited for her to continue, but she didn't. Thinking back on today's events, she realised she had referred to Letty as her own. She had been doing it in her mind for so long and didn't realise she had said it out in the open. Letty had heard her reference and it seemed to make her uncomfortable and that was something she vowed she wouldn't do.

"When I started dating your dad he told me about the kids he had. He told me that he wasn't involved in their lives because being away from them was for the best. I asked him what would happen if one day a kid reached out and his response was "if they do, they do. I ain't gonna turn them away", (Y/N) spoke up, "and then you reached out, sweetums. You reached out and your dad took that as a sign. From the moment you entered our lives, it's been a whirlwind of emotions. We're not this picture perfect family, but we're our own version. Despite being almost an adult, Coco still views you as his baby girl. And, honestly, I've been viewing you the same way."

Letty sniffed and looked up, "really?"

"Absolutely, gorgeous. The moment you stepped through that door you became mine as well," (Y/N) pointed at the front door of their home, before turning to her, "but that doesn't matter if you're not okay with it. I'm not trying to force you to be –"

"I'm Coco's daughter," she cut in and smiled at (Y/N), "and now I'm yours too."

(Y/N) beamed with joy and unbuckled her seatbelt, and Letty's, reaching over the middle console to bring the teen into her arms. Letty wrapped her arms around (Y/N), breathing in her (scent). The woman chuckled and kissed her cheek, "I love you, baby girl."

Letty pulled her closer, "I love you too, mama."

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Spanish Translations:

Mi niña - my girl / baby girl

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afantoanything · 3 years

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Girl Prospect

Pairing: Mayans Mc x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 878

Ps: This is my first imagine that I have wrote..

It is hard to be prospect especially knowing that you're basically a fucking maid. I never thought the day that I was going to be part of a male biker gang with just being the only female who would have known am I right. They underestimate me because I was “girl” which some bull only if they have known what I had been through in my early life then maybe they will think different but they won’t because your girl doesn't like the fact saying her business where I was from they raised me that way “Keep your secrets to yourself because you can’t trust no one” but also no one needs to be in my business mind your own but sometimes I did wonder how would they react if they knew who I really was in the inside…

“Hey Girl Scout over here with two beers” Angel said to me and Angel had some weird thing. I mean he is good looking and he knows it but Angel was also funny and sweet is just that I know how he is with women so I just stay away because I’m not trying to get my heartbroken again.So I walked over to him with the two beers.

“Here anything else”

“Yeah let me take you out Querida” grabbing my wrist while biting his bottom lip looking at me. A part of me was like “girl if you don’t get on him” but then another part of me was like “nah sis he finna fuck up your heart so back and walk away”. So what part should I listen to…

“Take me out where Angel” looking down at him while he grabs my wrist turning it around and seeing the ink that was on. “I don’t know you tell me Mi Dulce” Looking at me with that smug smile that can make a woman's panties fall off her legs. He knows what he is doing. This isn’t his first time doing this to any woman but I ain’t or at least I think I’m not but I know how to get out of this.

“Angel don’t you have Adelita” pulling my wrist away from his hand and walking away leaving him speechless but then I was bumped with someone and spilling their beer on me like damn people can’t see how they are walking.

“I’m sorry y/n”

“Hey man, look where you are-” looking at the shirt and then looking up to the person that I bumped into Ezekiel.

“Y/nn I’m sorry hey let me help you get cleaned up”

“No, it's fine” I said nervously looking at him with a smile on his face with those dimples that he has.

“Come on I messed up your shirt it’s the least I can do”

“Well my shirt is pretty wet and I don’t want to smell beer” “Oh you can wear one of shirts” He said, grabbing my wrist and leading me outside to his trailer but when I turned my head to the side I saw the jealousy that Angel had in his eyes which I didn’t seem to get. Once we got to Ez trailer he opened the door for me and let me in.

“If you mind me asking if it is comfy to live here” I said looking around the small trailer which it was nice...I mean at least he has it organized but too organized I wonder why. I turned to him and saw him finding a shirt for me to wear.

“It’s really sweet of you doing this some people would just ignore it and walk away” leaning to the counter and seeing him find a shirt but Lord Jesus those arms in action like damn how those this man not have girl because If I was his girl would never stop ridin-

“Y/nnn here you go” giving me the shirt that he was looking for me.

“Ohh thank you” grabbing the shirt from his hand while touching his hand slightly and feeling the warmness of his hand.

“I’m going to turn around so you can change” turning around away from me

“Wow you're a prude” while taking shirt off and hearing him chuckle making me smile knowing that I did that.

“ Sorry I’m just respectful to women”

“As you should” that was something that I did like from Ez. He is a respectful guy that sometimes that you don’t find often besides him just being fine you know. Finally putting the shirt on it looked like a dress on me.

“You can turn around now prude”

“Wow you look good with my clothes” smiling at me

“Thank you” I said looking down at my shoes and smiling like some idiot knowing that I would never be with him or any guy knowing guys don’t go for girls like me..

“Hey I’ll tell bishop that your feeling sick so you can leave and let Steve take care of the bar alright”

“Oh thanks see you tomorrow” I said going up to him kissing his cheek leaving him speechless walking out. Going to my bike and turning it on leaving letting the road take me to my destination. Just thinking on how this is leading to with my life..

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Fic: Someone who cares (Angel Reyes x nurse!reader)

Summary: You patch up Angel when he gets injured and end up realizing more about yourself than you were expecting

Pairing: Angel Reyes x nurse!reader (I kept it gender neutral so it can be read as a female or male or non-binary character)

A/N: So this is my first time writing for Mayans MC. I’m still finding their voices and I probably need to watch the seasons another time to make sure I got it. Hopefully, Angel didn’t get too ooc.

Wordcount: 915

Warnings: mentions of bullet wound and canon violence, but nothing major

You were pretty sure you had never been this angry or scared in your life. Your heart seemed to be trying to bust out of your chest and your hands were shaking so much you could barely hold the needle to stitch Angel’s shoulder.

“What the hell were you thinking?” you asked, slapping his uninjured arm, your face a mask of fury. You weren’t even a little bit sympathetic at his little whine of hurt as he moved around, trying to escape your assault.

Been brought up in this life, among the Mayans, seeing them injured or even dead sometimes wasn’t something new. It hurt, of course, because you considered them all family, but you knew it was part of this life.

Was this precisely the reason you decided to go to nursing school? So you could help patch them up whenever they were either unable to use the tunnels or if they needed some quicker care before going back to a job.

So, seeing Angel here, with a wounded shoulder shouldn’t faze you all that much. You had treated worst than a bullet graze. Yet, here you were, completely undone by the sight of older Reyes brother bleeding on your gurney.

“Hey, hey, hey! Stop that!” Angel complained with a frown as took hold of your hands. You could feel the warmth of his skin even through your latex gloves. “Why are you mad at me? I didn’t do anything.”

“Oh no?” Your voice was getting a little more high-pitched now as the mess of emotions bubbling under your skin threatened to spill. “ ‘cause everyone seemed to think you jumped in front of that bullet.”

Angel snorted and held onto your wrists tighter, bringing your hands to his chest to keep them from escaping and assaulting him with slaps once again. It wasn’t like they actually hurt but it was the principle of the thing.

“I was just getting Ez out of the way,” he explained, meeting your eyes. “It would’ve done a lot worse to him, trust me.”

You stopped your struggling to be free of his grip and just heaved a long sigh that sounded more like a sob. Your brain finally caught up with your heart and you finally understood why you were so upset.

You cared for Angel. More than you realized at first. More than you would like to admit. Even to yourself.

Face with that truth, your shoulders sagged and you ducked your head as you tried to recompose yourself. Angel must have judged himself to be safe because he let go of your hands and tilted your chin up so he could properly look at you.

“Are you ok?” You shook your head once and finally looked at him.

“You love Ez, I get that. He’s your baby brother.”

“Ok,” Angel frowned at you, confused and you sighed once again, stepping away from him and focusing on the tray of medical supplies so you wouldn’t have to look at him as the next words came out of your lips.

“I just wished you would stop trying to get yourself killed to prove it to everyone else.” Angel’s little gasp of shock was discreet but perfectly clear in the otherwise silent room.

As you treaded the needle you were going to use, you wondered if he even realized he did that. Put himself second to his brother. Even if you didn’t know a lot about Señor Reyes, you had witnessed enough of his interactions with both sons to realize he was closer to Ez than he was to Angel. You could only imagine what kind of wounds and resentment grew from that. And that might be why the older Reyes brother seemed to think he was disposable when compared to Ez and frequently put himself out there to protect his little brother.

Regardless of the reason, you hated it. Even if it wasn’t any of your business. Even if you knew Angel probably didn’t even see you like that.

“I hope one day you realize,” you spoke again, tone soft as you finally approached him to suture him up. “That there are several people that would be incredibly devastated if you end up dead.”

“You mean like you?” Angel asked a small teasing smile on his lips despite your loaded statement. But wasn’t that one of the reasons you liked him? His ability to lighten up the mood with his antics.

“Maybe,” you shrugged, not looking directly at him. The motions of stitching up skin had become almost second nature to you but still, it was nice to have a reason to focus on something else. “But mostly I meant your brothers.”

“Right…” Angel chuckled loudly and smirked. “Just admit you like me!”

“You really wanna mess with me while I have a sharp object this close to your open wound?” You threatened, but it was devoid of any actual heat and only made Angel smirk grow.

“Pfff! You wouldn’t! Because you liiiiike me!” You rolled at eyes but didn’t answer, focusing instead on finishing up his stitches and patching up the suture.

“Thanks!” He said climbing down from the gurney. “I’ll try to keep the jumping in front of bullets to a minimum from now on.”

To your surprise he pressed a kiss to your cheek before heading towards the door, leaving you behind to shake off your shock and laugh at his silliness as a small flower of hope started to blossom in your heart.

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