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garbinge · 1 year

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Prank Wars

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Day 24 from these April Prompts: “Wholesome Pranks”

Summary: Prank Wars at the scrapyard!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Angsty, Pranks, Cursing. Mentions of dead parents and family struggling with sickness and addiction.

A/N: okay, so huge shoutout to Tay because she planted this fun little seed in my head for this fic!!

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705

It had been a few years since you started working at the scrapyard, it wasn’t a luxurious job but it was one that not only paid the bills but gave you some extra in your pockets. Angel had hooked you up with the job when he saw you were struggling. Home wasn’t exactly a home, your parents weren’t alive anymore, hadn’t been since you were younger. It left you to live with your grandmother who hadn’t just taken you in but also your aunt and cousins. It was an overcrowded and overwhelming house and it sat 5 doors down from the Reyes house. It wasn’t instant but somewhere down the line as the years passed you became close with the eldest Reyes brother just doors down from you and now, as adults, he was your best friend.

Angel originally had gotten you a job as barback at the clubhouse, and you were grateful for it. It saved you up enough money to get out of your grandma’s house and into your own space. Something small, or cozy as you called it, but your own. You had eventually worked your way into the scrapyard because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Overhearing Bishop and Taza talk about numbers and manufacturer meetings and how business wasn’t doing too great as you served them beer was the first step into it. You offered your two cents on how to boost business, that turned into giving some occasional business advice. You had gotten an associates degree in business, opportunity was just lacking in Santo Padre. Eventually, you started pulling in buyers, which led you to where you were now. You had taken the scrapyard truck out to a potential buy, but were driving back with a loss. It had already started out as a rough morning and it was just getting rougher.

It was days like this that you forgot about the multi-year long prank war that you had going with the guys in the club. It was something you and Angel had started prior to you getting close with the club and once it became known across the club, there was no way Gilly and Coco weren’t going to be apart of it. Now, the prank war wasn’t something front of the brain 24/7, that was the secret behind making it successful all these years. It was random. It was calculated but spontaneous all at the same time.

You whipped open the door to the scrapyard office, it made Angel jump, a scene that would have brought you to laughter any other day but you ignored currently.

“What the fucks got you twisted?” Angel was now standing, his sleeveless Romero Bros. work shirt covered in dirt and rust.

“California fuckin’ Steel company. That’s who.” You threw your bag on the desk and placed your hands on your head in an act of stress.

“Okaaaay,” Angel frowned and stepped out from behind the desk so he was standing to your right. “They’re always on some fuck shit, what’s really your issue?” He saw right through you, a perk and downfall of him knowing you so well.

You took a deep breath and turned to look up at him as he towered over you. You saw the cuphead patch on his shirt and smirked. “You put the patch I gave you on.”

Cuphead was a memory you two shared, sitting after school in front of the TV in the Reyes’ living room and playing until Marisol called out for dinnertime or Felipe unplugged the xBox to watch baseball.

Angel looked down at his shirt and back at you, “Yea, I couldn’t put that shit on my kutte, I’d never hear the end of it.”

You laughed and shook your head, when you gave him the patch you expected it to sit leaning on the outside of a picture frame in his house, not on any of his clothing items.

“My grandma’s sick and my cousin, he’s fuckin’ on hooked on that shit again. It’s got him stealing and not just shit around the house but taking my grandma’s pills now.”

“Fuck.” Angel whispered under his breath and looked away for a second before he was looking back down at you again.

“It’s fine, I talked to my aunt, they’re looking to put my grandma into a home or something.” You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh.

“That’s bullshit, your grandma’s lived in that house practically her whole life they should send your junkie ass cousin away.” He was getting loud.

“It’s out of my hands Angel,” You lifted your hands up in innocence “I offered for her to come stay at my place instead, but you know my aunt, she’s” you shook your hand in a way that was meant to describe your aunt as you turned around to look for your car keys. “You get a chance to look at my car yet?”

After your third time having trouble starting your car, you had asked Angel if he could look at it, it wasn’t the same as giving it to a mechanic but Angel knew a thing or two about mechanics since having his bike.

“Oh,” Angel went deep into thought, “uh, no.” He reached down and snatched the keys as you went to grab them yourself.

You looked at him confused.

“I’ve been up to my fuckin’ eyeballs in paperwork that I barely understand.” He pointed to the stack of manila folders on the table. “Haven’t had a chance to look at it.”

“Oh alright, well, I’ll take the paperwork. Least I can do so you can fix my shit and save me the 200 bucks. I’ll be in the clubhouse if you need me.”

“Aight.” Angel let his shoulders slump once you were out of the office. Gilly and Coco making their way into the office now.

“Yo, you fuck with the wiper fluid and put that fake broken glass shit on her car?” Gilly chuckled as he walked in.

“I’m bout to go take that shit out.” Angel sounded on edge.

“The fuck for?” Coco asked, confused since he had thought it was a genius prank.

“She’s got a lot going on man, it just ain’t the right time.” Angel was making his way out to reverse the pranks he had done to your car.

“We gotta get them both.” Gilly said with a smirk once Angel was out of earshot.

“Fuck yea we do.” Coco said, bringing a cigarette up to his mouth.

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Angel calling out your name caused you to turn around. As you did, you realized the clubhouse had filled up since you had posted up to work in here. A few of the club guys and some hang arounds filling the tables surrounding you.

“I fixed your car, needed a new battery. Nothing serious. Got one from Walmart.” Angel was making his way over to you and as he reached the seat next to you, he pulled the chair out and made himself comfortable before sliding the keys over to you.

“Thanks, how much was it? I’ll send you the money.” You pulled your phone out.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Just have me over for dinner or some shit soon.” He smirked hoping it’d earn a smile from you as well.

It did. You smiled and grabbed your keys from the table.

“You know,” Angel started his sentence without a single thought about where it was really headed, not sure how to say the next few words. “Uh,” he leaned forward, clearly uncomfortable.

“Spit it out, Angel.” You were now leaning forward too, placing your hand on Angel’s knee in hopes to get him to say whatever he was trying to.

It did the opposite, it choked him up more until he finally just said it. “I was thinkin’, you could come stay with me if you wanted.”

Your face twisted in muddled confusion which caused Angel to panic. “Nah I just mean, you know, your grandma might be comin’ to your place and I know you worked mad hard to get your whole bach pad situation and appreciate your alone time so I figured I’d offer my place up,” he said before practically cutting himself off to keep going. “And I know it wouldn’t be living alone but I’m usually always here anyways so you’d have the place to yourself way more than if you stayed with your grandma. I just figured it’d be worth the offer with everything going on–”

You cut Angel off as you lifted off your seat and wrapped your arms around him tightly. His seat pushed back a little from the force of your embrace, he sat there frozen for a second before he let his hands rest on your back.

“Thank you.” You whispered as you hugged him tightly. A few whistles from the guys filled the air, a couple howls too as you embraced your best friend. It wasn’t shocking, it was a normal occurrence, everyone was in on you and Angel’s connection except the two of you.

Before you had a chance to make a comment back to them, the clubhouse doors were busting open and Coco and Gilly were entering inside with water guns pointed directly at you and Angel.

“Get wrecked motherfuckers!!!!!” Gilly screamed as the water gun pressured out gallons of water each time he pumped the gun.

Out of instinct, Angel grabbed you around your waist as you two toppled behind the table in an attempt to block yourselves from their range. You let out a belly laugh as your backs leaned against the underneath of the table that was turned to its side. Angel looked over at you his frown turning into a smile.

“We are so going to get them back for this.”

Angel laughed at that. “In the 6 years we’ve been doing prank wars you never paired up with me once.”

As you opened your mouth to answer you were hit immediately with a splash of water on your face. Quickly grabbing Angel’s hand you were up and running out of the club house. It was then that you realized Bishop and a few of the other guys were yelling at Coco and Gilly to knock it off but you kept a one track mind and just pulled Angel out to the yard with you.

You kept moving until you were well into the scrapyard and you knew Coco and Gilly were probably being ripped a new one by Bishop so there wasn’t a chance they’d be able to get you out here.

“Holy shit.” You laughed and looked up at Angel who was soaked from head to toe. “You’re drenched.”

“Looks like we match.” Angel pointed to you with the hand that wasn’t still intertwined with yours.

Your eyes looked down to see the water dripping off the hem of your work shirt and pooling to your feet in the sand/dirt medley on the scrapyard ground.

“C’mon. We got some extra work shirts laying around, let’s get you one so you don’t have to ride home soaked.”

“Your home.” You corrected him. His head snapped to you. “Think I might take you up on that offer.”

Angel didn’t want to change your mind so he just nodded while saying nothing except that he’d get a key made for you.

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You ran a towel over your hair and were now changed into something dry for the most part as you got into your car. Your driver side window rolled down as Angel stood a few yards from you a lot less drenched than before but still sporting wet hair, his normal styled hair was sobbing wet and falling around his forehead. Gilly and Coco were on the porch of the clubhouse and you offered them both a smile and middle finger before starting to back up.

“Thanks for fixing my car!” You went to beep the horn as a thanks when you heard the flag raise sound from the Cuphead game leave your horn. The high pitch glissando of someone sliding across the keys and the announcement of cuphead filling the air.

Your jaw dropped and turned to Angel very slowly. His eyes were wide and he was immediately yelling out to you.

“I thought I changed everything back!”

You continued to back out and as you put the car in drive you said one last thing to Angel before leaving.

“Oh it’s on, Reyes.”

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crowfootwrites · 3 years

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June 14th!! Sorry this one is a day late. I have, of course, come down with a cold. This one is a little self-indulgent 😅. See more of my June drabbles!

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14. Leaves:

“Mama, look at these cool leaves!” your daughter cries, running to the park bench where you and Taza sit. She skids to a halt in front of you, placing three leaves in your lap before gazing up at you expectantly, waiting for you to identify them.

Taza grins at you. “Let’s hear it, mama witch.” This is their favorite game.

“Desert Ironwood, Eucalyptus, and Smoke Tree,” you announce triumphantly, pointing to each leaf in succession.

“How do you remember them all, mama?” your daughter asks with wide eyes.

You give her a cryptic wink. “They tell me who they are.”

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Drabbles-MC Masterlist

Because of the link limit, each character now has their own link on this post that leads to a separate post. But this is still where to go to find all of my fics!

(You can also go HERE to find me on AO3)

Fic-list under the cut!

👀 = smut, 💔 = angst

Mayans MC Characters:

- EZ Reyes Fics

- Angel Reyes Fics

- Bishop Losa Fics

- Coco Cruz Fics

- Nestor Oceteva Fics

- Neron “Creeper” Vargas Fics

- Hank Loza Fics

- Gilly Lopez Fics

- Marcus Alvarez Fics

Michael “Riz” Ariza Fics:

- Reckless

- Wipeout

Che "Taza" Romero Fics:

- Lo Siento 💔

- Degrees of Separation:

Chapter Index (Status: Ongoing)

Miguel Galindo Fics:

- Business Trip

- Withered 💔

Guero Fics:

- Always Here Anyway

Sons of Anarchy Characters:

- Herman Kozik Fics

- Opie Winston Fics

- Filip “Chibs” Telford Fics

- Jax Teller Fics

- Juice Ortiz Fics

- Happy Lowman Fics

- David Hale Fics

- Alexander “Tig” Trager Fics

- SOA/Mayans MC Headcanons

Narcos/Narcos: Mexico Characters:

- Javier Peña Fics

- Horacio Carrillo Fics

- Steve Murphy Fics

- Walt Breslin Fics

- Amado Carrillo Fuentes Fics

- Isabella Bautista Fics

- The Diegoverse Fics: A Series of OG Narcos OC Universes

- Hugo Martinez Fics

- Chepe Santacruz Fics

María Elvira Fics:

- Favors Owed 👀

Danilo Garza:

- Things Like That 👀

Amat Palacios Fics:

- Just A Bad Feeling 💔

Officer Trujillo Fics:

- Looking On

Andrea Nuñez Fics:

- At Your Service

Sal Orozco Fics:

- Cómo Puedo Ayudar?

Enedina Arellano Félix Fics:

- Adamant

Jorge Salcedo Fics:

- Debts Paid

Other Fandoms:

- Outer Banks Fics

- Stranger Things Fics

- MCU Fics

- The Bear Fics

- Top Gun Maverick Fics

- Suicide Squad Fics

- Kingsman Fics

- John Wick Fics

- Altered Carbon Fics

- Silent Night Fics:

- Speaking Volumes (Brian Godlock x F!Reader)

- Better Call Saul Fics:

- Should’ve Seen It Coming (Nacho Varga x F!Reader) 💔

- Fresh Start (Gabriela Castillo x Nacho Varga) [Crossover]

- House MD Fics:

- Not to Spoil the Ending (Robert Chase x Greg House)

- Bullet Train Fics:

- Pretty and Unscathed (Carver x Ladybug)

- Emily the Criminal Fics:

- Waking Hours (Youcef Haddad x GN!Reader)

- Law & Order: SVU Fics:

- Stomping Grounds (Mike Duarte x F!Reader)

- Our Flag Means Death Fics:

- Retelling the Story (Stede Bonnet x Edward Teach)

- F.R.I.E.N.D.S Fics

- The One Where It’s The Right Time (Joey Tribbiani x Rachel Green)

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broiderie · 3 years

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Well. I got part of the fic written. Figured I'd post what I've got an see if anyone besides me thinks it's worth continuing.

Please don't copy, translate, or repost my work anywhere else. My mind is deranged enough without adding anyone else into it.

Also, I have no idea how to format. I'm posting and writing on my phone so it's unedited and definitely unbeta'd. I also haven't written fanfic in 10+ years so heed the warning that it may suck.

Thanks @drabbles-mc for encouragement and letting me bounce plot points off you. I may actually have an idea where this is going now.

Warnings: swear words, talk of death and drug use (if I missed anything let me know.)

This is currently a Taza x daughter!OC

Lost Princessa

Taza sighed with relief as he stepped into the casino with his brothers. They had a big meeting with the Chinese in a little while, but in the meantime they could rest and gather their wits. The younger brothers split off to do their own thing. They were headed for the tables with strict instructions to keep Coco contained.

Bishop and Hank turned to follow El Padrino to the bar when Adam, one of the tribal elders stopped Taza.

“Che, someone showed up here looking for you a few days ago. She asked for you by name, brother. Said she's family.”

Bishop frowned at him. “Taza – thought you didn’t have family, hermano.”

“I don’t.” He turned to Adam. “Who is she?”

“Says she’s your kid.”

Taza's eyebrows shot up. “I don’t have a kid.”

Taza wasn’t a stranger to women throughout his years with MCs, but no one had ever informed him they were pregnant or claimed a child was his before. “How old is she?” If she was young, he would almost bet it was a ruse.

Adam opened the pad folio and pulled out a photo copy of an ID. The name on it was Megan Morales. It listed her age as 26 and her address as somewhere in Tennessee.

“I’ve never even been to Tennessee.”

“Well, brother, it's your name on her California birth certificate. We checked – it’s legit.” Adam pulled another photo copy from his folder.

Bishop waved Hank and Marcus off to send them on to the bar where they could keep an eye on the younger members of the club. “Who's her mother?”

“Birth certificate lists a Gabriella Morales.”

Taza stopped cold. “Gabriella? Are you sure?”

“See for yourself-" Adam handed Taza a copy of the girl's birth certificate.

Bishop studied his brother’s face. “Do you recognize the name, brother?”

“Yeah. She was a hang around when I was VM. She left before I did though. Just disappeared. Guess I know where she went now.” He turned back to the tribal elder. “Where is this girl?”

“We called her in this morning and put her in a small conference room since we knew you’d be in today. Conference room 12, when you’re ready.”

Taza took a deep breath and nodded before turning to Bishop. Bishop spoke first. “What do you wanna do, brother?”

“This meeting is too important for my personal shit to screw us up. I'll deal with this after our meeting.”

Bishop nodded. “Let’s get a drink. I think you need it.”

Meanwhile in a conference room halls away, Megan sat playing with a cold bottle of water. She’d come to the casino as a last ditch effort to escape her past and hopefully find the man who was supposed to be her father. The frayed sleeve of her flannel soaked up the condensation as she picked at the label causing her to shiver.

Tribal elders had told her that Mr. Romero should arrive at some point today when they called. They’d asked to make copies of her ID and the birth certificate that she'd found among her birth mother's papers a week ago. She’d let them make the copies and then been escorted to this bland room “to wait".

So she waited. And waited. And paced. And waited. And paced some more. They’d brought her a sandwich and chips at lunch that she’d picked at but nerves and exhaustion had her stomach in knots so most of the food remained on the table in front of her.

Hours passed. She had long since stopped pacing and did her best to concentrate on what she’d say the first time she met Taza. She removed the letter that she’d found with the damning paperwork and read it again. So much of it was rambling from her mother’s untreated mental illness, but enough could be deciphered to explain her mother’s strange position. According to the letter, her birth mother had never intended for Megan to know who her father was – but had provided the information for the birth certificate in the chance that Megan could use the tribal connection later for benefits. If all else failed, it would be revealed after her mother’s death allowing Megan to make her own choice about finding her father.

The letter was dated days after Megan’s third birthday.

A knock sounded on the conference room door startling her. A member of the casino security team poked his head in. “Ms. Morales?”

“Yes?”

“Mr. Romero just arrived for his scheduled meeting. He’ll be here as soon as it’s over to meet with you. He sends his apologies, but his meeting can’t be postponed.”

Megan nodded. “Of course. Thank you.”

“Do you need anything ma’am?”

“No. Thank you.”

He nodded and shut the door quietly.

Megan took a deep breath and tried to settle her heart rate. She’d meet him soon.

The meeting with the Chinese went exactly as planned- assassination and all. After finishing the celebratory drink with his brothers Taza sighed. His rings caught in his hair as he ran his hands through it. “Bish- I gotta go handle this shit.”

“I know, brother. You want back-up?”

Taza thought- physically he shouldn’t need back up and if he did casino security were all there. Mentally- having his brothers- his best friends- at his back may not be a bad idea. It also would reveal more of his past than he really wanted the younger contingent to know about him yet. “Wouldn’t mind a cool head or two to help me figure this out.”

Bishop nodded. “I’ll send the Idiots for food. Padrino too.” He looked at Hank. “You good to stick with us?”

“Course. Riz and Creep can babysit.”

Bishop and Taza nodded and poured another stiff drink while Hank went to give out orders. Ten minutes later Bishop, Taza, and Hank were headed to the conference room holding a key part of Taza’s past.

The conference room had a glass door and Taza paused to get a look at the girl claiming to be his daughter. Her dark hair was braided nearly to her waist. Her face wasn’t visible. Her hands blocked his view. Her slumped shoulders were covered by a green flannel shirt that had seen better days. Stained jeans with hole in the knee nearest the door were cuffed- obviously too long- above worn leather boots. She’d clearly been through the wringer.

He glanced over his shoulder at his brothers. Hank and Bishop gave encouraging nods. They’d follow his lead.

Megan startled again as the door opened. She’d zoned out. Too mentally exhausted to think any more. She jumped to her feet knocking the now warm bottle of water to the floor.

She faced three men in leather kuttes. It was obvious that two of them were there as support. The one with the longest hair had tribal jewelry and was the most likely candidate to be Mr. Che Romero. He spoke first.

“Ms. Morales?”

“Yes. Megan – please.”

“I was told you wanted to see me. I’m Taza – Che Romero. These are my brothers- Bishop and Hank.”

Megan nodded nervously. “Yes sir. Can we sit?”

Bishop smiled, “Of course.”

Whether consciously or not – the three men took up positions at the long conference table as if they were back home in Templo. Megan settler herself back in her chair facing them.

“I’m sorry. I know this must be a shock for you. Hell, it was a shock for me. I’m sure the elders showed you the copies.of my papers. I have the originals here. They were in with Gabriella’s will. I only received them last week.” Megan’s leg jittered subtly shaking the table.

Taza lifted his chin from his steeples fingers. “Her will? Gabby's dead?”

“Shit. I should have led with that. Yeah. Gabriella died over two weeks ago. It took the state a bit to track me down.”

“Woah, sweetheart. Deep breath. Why don’t you start at the beginning?” Bishop asked firmly. He could see the nerves rolling off the girl. She was practically vibrating with tension.

She took a quick sip of water and nodded quickly. After a visible deep breath, her shaking hands settled a little.

“Right. My name is Megan Morales. I grew up in foster care is Tennessee. My birth mother is Gabriella Morales. I haven’t seen or heard from her since my third birthday. She was reported as rambling in the supermarket and was taken into custody for evaluation. Two days later, someone realized she had a kid and came to the apartment to find me.” She adjusted in her chair and glanced at the terrifying trio at the other end of the table. “Apparently her lifestyle recently caught up with her. She was found dead in her apartment by the apartment manager. Track marks everywhere. OD'd. She had a will and papers at her bank. The state liquidated any assets she had to pay for the burial costs, but tracked me down to give me the papers.”

She reached under the table producing a battered black leather backpack. Reaching inside, she pulled a Manila envelope out and passed it down the table to Taza. Then she laid a single piece of lined paper that had been folded over and over on top of it. “That’s all that’s left of her now.”

Taza looked in the envelope first. It looked like a bunch of legal paperwork. He passed it to his brothers to investigate while he looked at the letter.

It was dated 23 years before and addressed to ‘my precious daughter’. He skimmed it quickly. Apparently Gabriella never intended to tell anyone who the father of her child was. She didn’t want Megan associated with “his lifestyle”. She only put his name on the birth certificate for medical and legal purposes. She outlined who he was in the letter. That he rode with the VM and had connections with the tribal casino.

“You tracked me down to VM?” Taza asked alarmed. The idea of his child alone in their territory was terrifying.

Megan shook her head vehemently. “Fuck no!” Hank snorted his laugh at her outburst. “Sorry.” She looked sheepish. “I figured I’d try the tribe first. I don’t have a passport or the money to make it all the way to Mexico.”

“So you flew here from Tennessee?” Bishop asked.

“Not exactly. I hitched most of the way.”

“Not the safest way to travel, sweetheart.” Bishop leaned back in his chair and tapped the envelope now laying on the table. “Birth record, paternity test results against your military record… hell even sonogram photos. Your girl wasn’t fucking around, Taza.”

Hank spoke up for the first time. “She wanted her kid to have her birth right. Makes sense.” He smiled at Megan. “But why now? Why not wait to make contact before coming out here? Or why not just accept it and move on?”

Megan’s knee started jitterbug up and down again and she started playing with her fingers. “Why not? Not like there’s much waiting for me in Tennessee. Figured a new start wasn’t the worst idea. Might even find family, ya know.”

All three bikers nodded slowly. Taza gave her a tight smile. “You’re right. This is a surprise, but not necessarily an unwelcome one. We’re going to step out for a minute. Discuss this. We’ll be back.”

Megan nodded and pulled at the threads on her sleeve cuffs. Hank and Bishop stood and walked to the door. Taza followed pausing to awkwardly pat her shoulder.

Out in the hallway, Bishop and Hank looked to Taza. “What do you wanna do, hermano?”

Taza pushed his hair back again. “You looked at the paperwork. Was it legit?”

Hank nodded. “Either legit or very expensive forgeries. From the look of her- I’d say legit. Besides, brother… she looks like you.”

Bishop cracked a grin. “Nah- she’s much prettier.”

Taza cracked a smile and shoved at El presidente’s shoulder roughly. Bish chuckled and gently shoved back. “You wanna bring her home? San Pad?

Taza breathed deep. “Shit. Yeah. At least for a few days while we figure shit out. She may not wanna stick around.”

Bishop nodded. “Go. Make the plans with her. We’ll go make sure that the Village Idiots order her some food too. Looks like she could use it.”

#taza x daughter!OC #lost princessa #mayans fanfic #mayans imagine #che taza romero #mayans mc fanfic

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ MAYANS MC AND THE WET DREAM ❜

with the whole crew.

Request: none, just me writing different drabbles to give you a good night.

Warnings: this is pure smut and dirty language, and I'm not sorry.

Word count: about 3.5k

Aurora says: I don't know where it came from. This writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author

Masterlist.

✨ ANGEL REYES

“Hey! Hey! Mi dulce, wake up, wake up!”

Growling and trying to slap his hands, you finally wake up covered by sweat and your breath shaking. Sitting up on the bed, you let a sob escape from your lips, rubbing your face under his attentive and confused look.

“Are you okay…?”

“Fuck… I was having the best dream of my life…”

“Wait… Were you having a… dirty dream?” He frowns feeling his insecurities running through his body, with parted lips. “With who? It wasn't with me? I don't satisfy you enough? Are we gonna break? Oh, shit. I know I've been working too much this past we—”.

“Angel, calm down”. You can't help but chuckle when you find him hyperventilating about having an anxiety attack. “I was riding you on top of your bike”.

The oldest Reyes stares at you in silence for some seconds.

“Oh…” He just says, before getting up from your bed to pull you up grabbing your wrist.

“Angel, wha—”.

“Shit, I'm gonna fuck you so hard on top of it, that tomorrow I'm gonna have to change the shock absorbers”.

The last thing you could imagine, when you woke up this morning, was ending the day making real that sexual fantasy.

“Fuck… ride my cock, mi dulce”. The man gasps, with his hands nailed on your hips, bouncing on top of him without caring about losing the balance. “Shit, mami… You're so fucking wet only for me. You drive me fucking insane”.

“Angel… make me cum just like… you did in my dream”. You beg him almost touching his lips.

“Fuck, yes, baby”. He just says, moving one of his hands to stroke your needed clit with his thumb, with his eyes fixed on yours. “Do you like it, ah?”

“Yes, baby… Yes… Just like that”. You're try to contain your loud moans, stuck in your throat, hoping that no one finds you fucking in the middle of the street and on top of his Harley. “Fuck… I love your cock… I fucking swear it, baby”.

✨ CHE “TAZA” ROMERO

“Buenos días, mi amor”. You say coming into the kitchen, stretching your arms to the rooftop, before leaning to kiss his cheek and hug him for a second.

Wrinkling your nose somewhat confused, watching your husband looking at you with a naughty smile, you pour some coffee in a mug. Resting your back against the counter, you narrow your eyes in front of him trying to figure out what it's going on inside his head.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Did you have a good night?”

“Yes…” You reply, having a sip.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes”. You answer by inertia.

“Did I do it right?”

“Yes”. You actually don't process the question, doing it when Taza spits his coffee all over the table. “Did you have a wet dream with me, mi amor?”

The man is drowning between laughs, cleaning his mouth with a napkin, before getting up from his chair.

“I bet you already know what happened last night”.

“Nah, talk to me about it”. He says walking towards you, like a hungry wolf after finding his prey.

“And, why don't I show you?” You ask, putting away the mug, to support your palms on the counter to sit on it.

Taking off your shirt and pulling down your panties by your thighs, you let both pieces of clothing fall to the floor. His eyes are burning in lust, kneeling and knowing exactly what you want. Placing your legs over his shoulders, the man tours your wet lips with the tip of his tongue, thrusting two fingers inside you. Your right hand goes instinctively to his head, when his mouth begins to devour your pussy really hungry of it.

“Oh, fuck, Che…” You moan arching your back, pinching one of your nipples, feeling how delighted he's working you.

The apache knows exactly how you like it, speeding up the moves of his hand, and his lips sucking your clit before pulling it out softly among them.

✨ EZEKIEL “EZ” REYES

“Hm…” You gasp unconsciously under EZ grip, stirring softly.

You start to feel somewhat awake when you feel his sleepy kisses on your head, holding you close.

“A nightmare?”

“Yeah… you were ripping off my clothes”. You mutter rubbing your ass back against his crotch.

“Fuck, lemme be your Freddy Krueger, baby”.

Chuckling and yawning, Ezekiel pulls down his boxers enough to free his semi-hard dick, touring your thighs under the shirt to take off your panties. You're already wet because of him, tucking himself inside you slowly, moaning right into your ear while curling one of your legs to have more space. You can feel how his cock grows inside you, clenching your tightness so pleasantly that makes you moan loud with every pound to your limits.

“Harder, baby…” You beg almost with a sob, tangling your fingers around his forehands, to push him closer.

“I'm gonna make you scream, mi reina”. He replies, hitting you deeper, right to your g-spot. “Shit… look how good your pussy takes me, baby… always so fucking needed and ready for my cock”.

“Fuck… Choke me, daddy”. You groan almost crying.

His right hand grabs your throat, with his digits squeezing your skin, while his lower abdomen collides wildly against your ass, uttering a dry and dirty sound that floods your room.

“My fucking god, Ezekiel!” You scream out closing your eyes, when his other hands goes down to your clit, caressing it with the same fast.

“That's it, baby… Scream for daddy”.

✨ GILBERTO “GILLY” LOPEZ

“Shit!”

You wake up suddenly on the copilot seat, with your breath shaked, having to pull down the window looking for some fresh air. Your heart is racing, hoping you didn't make a single sound, drowning in shame. Gilly breaks into laughs, stopping the car by a side of the desert road, feeling your face burning. You don't want to look at him, hearing his seat belt being undone before yours. With two fingers on your chin, he urges you to turn around, crashing your lips with his chuckling.

“About what you were dreaming, mami?”

“Hm… nothing…”

“Really? You looked like… you were enjoying it”.

“Maybe… I was dreaming… with you”.

“Yeah, I know it…”

One of his hands travels the fabric of your jeans, reaching your core to press it, moving his fingers over it to feel the heat that emanates from your pussy.

“Sucking your dick”. You heavily gulp, watching him laughing softly.

“Why don't you… make your dream come true, ah?”

The man puts apart his hand to unzip his jeans, biting your lips and licking them, before leaning down to taste the reddened glans with a huge hand getting tangled on your hair. You were desiring it, swallowing his hard cock until it presses your throat.

“Fuck, mami… Hold it there”. Gilly growls closing his eyes, pawing your body and sliding a hand under your jeans by your ass. “I love your mouth… it's fucking warm, mami”.

A slight gag appears, moaning against his erection when you feel two of his big fingers pounding you hard with just one move, digging your narrow and wetted walls without nonstop. Your saliva wraps all his extension, moving your head from top to bottom, with his hips slightly lifting up over the seat to fully fill your cavity every time your nose reaches his pelvis.

“That's it... Suck it all, cariño… Fuck… No one can suck my fucking cock like you do”.

✨ HANK “TRANQ” LOZA

When your husband is aware that you're comfy and he can fall asleep, he does. He does it hard. There's nothing that could wake him up, before it's time to. So when you wake up barely breathing and feeling a horrible heat, you just check that he continues deeping in his rest. Getting up in complete silence and using your shirt to clean the sweat on your neck, you walk towards the bathroom, to get undressed and open the shower faucet, letting the water run a little. But when you're about to come in, two strong arms wrap your waist and a pair of lips kiss your neck.

“I was going to do like nothing happened, but hear you moan my name dreaming, has been one of the best things in my life”. His hoarse and firm voice makes you close your eyes, feeling one of his hands tour down your abdomen.

So slowly, Tranq slides one finger inside you, spreading your legs for him.

“Shit, mi vida… I did this?”

You just nod, biting your bottom lip feeling every thrust deeper than the last one, and his hard dick rubbing your ass. Turning around under his grip, your husband nails his long digit pushing your limits, provoking that you have to lean over your tiptoes with a loud moan rumbling through the bathroom. With his free hand, Tranq pulls down his boxers before raising you up, urging you to surround his body with your legs. And without expecting, your husband impales you against the marble wall.

“Fuck, daddy!” You howl with all your naturalness, don't giving you any time to get used to his size.

His huge, too huge, filling your pussy and forcing it to take every inch of his hard dick. And it's delicious the way he has to hit your g-spot with every push to your body, crashing his pelvis against your lips once and again. His tongue finding yours in a dirty pulse, with your nails running through his back too desperate.

“Shit, mi vida… You feel fucking good… fucking tight…” He gasps right in your lips, keeping your gaze with his. “Do you like it, ah? Do you like how your papi fucks you this hard, baby girl?”

“Fuck, yes… You fucking kill me, papi”. You sob nodding, slapping your ass with one hand, stirring of pleasure under his touch. “Oh, fuck, daddy… I love your cock…”

“Of course you do, babygirl… It's all yours”.

✨ JOHNNY “COCO” CRUZ

“Open your legs, mami”.

As if it was part of your dream, you obey without complaining, letting him some space between them. Coco digs his cock so hard inside your soaked pussy, that he wakes you up screaming his full name.

“That's it, mami, take it all like you were dreaming”.

“Shit, cariño”. You cry out, surrounding his waist with both legs while your boyfriend nails himself a little bit furious and jealous, even if he knows that you were having a dirty dream with him.

“I'm gonna fuck you so hard, that you're gonna ask me to stop”.

No, you will not. You love the wet sound his thickness produces every time he crashes your limits, hitting them with rage. You're touching the sky every time he takes some impulse before lashing out your pussy, with his hands nailed on your hips.

“Is this better than your dream, ah? Tell me, mami”.

“Fuck… Fuck, Coco… Don't stop, please…”

“Oh, no, mami… You're not gonna walk tomorrow… You're gonna be cumming the whole fucking night, I swear it por la Virgen”.

✨ MICHAEL “RIZ” ARIZA

“Mi amor, wake up! It's just a bad dream!”

Your husband shakes you until he hears you moaning his name, an instant before opening your eyes. The mexican breaks into laughs, while you try to be aware of what happened and where you are. Hitting his chest with the palm of your hand, you lie down over the bed, sinking your face on the pillow to yell some spanish curses.

“Look at you, mi amor… Having dirty fantasies, ah?” He teases you.

“Puto pendejo”.

“You know that if you want it, you just have to ask for it”.

Frowning at the man, you snort heavily, before uttering a whisper.

“FuckmeRiz”.

“What? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, mi amor”. He chuckles, placing a hand in his right ear whilst leaning down.

“Ay, ya, Riz… Sí me oíste”. (You heard me). Pouting at him, your husband breaks in laughs again.

“Take off your clothes, all in four”. He just says, biting one of your lobes, with his voice getting darker.

And you do. Of course you do. There's nothing that you like the most to obey him in the intimacy of your room. The pieces of clothes fall above the floor, somewhere, you don't care, actually. Kneeling on the mattress, you bow down your chest until supporting onto it and spreading your legs to give him a perfect view of your shiny pussy, because of how wet you are.

Riz doesn't doubt, stroking himself and placing the tip of his dick among your folds. You're anxious. Desperate. Needed. And he likes to play with your mind too much. So when he's sure you're not expecting it, about to beg him, your husband sinks his cock into you using all his force. He's able to fill you up, pressing his lower abdomen against you and holding it for some seconds. You can't barely breathe, all that you can do is sob his name.

His fast lungs are pleasing you more than you could ask for, more than in your dream having you in the same position. Your favorite one.

“Shit… C'mon… I know you can… fuck me harder, Riz”.

These words are enough to piss him off, tangling a hand in your hair to pull it until your back meets his chest.

“I thought you… were sleepy yet, princesa”. He gasps into your ear, bringing his lips to your shoulder, biting it.

Of course he can fucks you harder, and he does. He hits your body, making you collapse, grabbing your throat with a hand to twist your neck some inches, so he catches your lips with this.

✨ NERON “CREEPER” VARGAS

Creeper is looking at you, trying to look focused about what you're telling him, after waking you up with the same feeling as if you had an orgasm. He's trying to not laugh, rubbing his chin, until you slap his head.

“Maybe I'm not pleased enough”.

“Yeah, but you were dreaming with me”.

“Hm… I didn't say that”. You tease him with pursed lips, sitting on the mattress with your legs crossed.

The look on his face changes more fast than you can assimilate.

“Isn't funny anymore, Neron?”

“Who was it?”

“What?”

“Who was fucking you? Who were you fucking?”

“Are you…? Babe, are you crying?”

“No”. He just says with a broken voice and his eyes getting reddened.

“BABE, I WAS JUST KIDDING”. Jumping onto him, you kiss his face all around. Every inch. Every part of it. “BABE, OF COURSE I WAS DREAMING WITH YOU. I FUCKING LOVE YOU. NO ONE COULD PLEASE ME MORE THAN YOU DO”.

“Yeah, sure”. He tries to free himself away from your arms, but you close them more.

“Shit, babe, you can't be this dumb…”

“Go tell him to fuck you. Leave me… Leave me fuc—Stop moving against me like a bitch in heat”.

“Your bitch in heat, mi flaquito”. You purr in his ear, before attacking his neck sucking it out and letting your tongue travel over his skin. “Lemme ride you, like I was doing in our dream, babe”.

Your boyfriend clicks his tongue, taking the advantage that you don't wear anything under his shirt, he pulls down his short sweatpants until his knees, to jerk himself off.

“Shit, mi Neron… I love your cock, I could be fucking you all the time, everywhere”. You mutter against his lips, caressing his nose with yours, using that honeyed voice that he likes so much.

“Beg for it, mi niña”. He grunts.

“I wanna feel you fucking me like only you can do, Neron. Filling me up with your cock, deep, rough, hard… Shit, babe, you don't know how much I need you all the fucking time”. You mumble swinging your hips looking for more friction. “You can't imagine how bad it's when you're outta home, and I have to touch myself… My wet pussy asking for you… for your long fingers… your big cock. All the fucking time”.

“You don' like your fingers, ah?” His tongue licks your lips, rubbing his glans against your swollen and needy clit.

“I like yours, babe… I only like how you fuck me. Please… Please, do it”.

He lifts up his waist at the same time that he also spread your legs, to pound you until hitting your soul. And you scream out his name, sinked among your folds, squeezing your ass with his hands nailed on your buttocks.

“Fuck, my love… Look at how easy my cock slides… Shit… You're soaking me and the fucking sheets. How the fuck ya can be so wet?”

“It's because of you, mi flaco”. You cry out bouncing on top of him.

His lips go straight to you hard nipples, sucking and biting them over the fabric of his shirt you're wearing. You can't help but speed up with every jump, showing your boyfriend the much that you need him and all the things that he makes you feel with the most minimal touch.

✨ OBISPO “BISHOP” LOSA

Feeling a soft touch on your cheek, you open your eyes somewhat scared, finding your husband laughing between teeth. You told him that you were tired and that you were to sleep a little on the couch inside the Templo. But he's not laughing because of that.

“I'm the good man that let his girl cum in dreams, before waking her up”.

“Wha—What?”

“It has been the most intense minute of my life, querida”.

“Bish…”

“Sh…” He hushes you, placing a hand on your thigh and moving it to lift the skirt of your dress.

Your panties are so wet that it bothers you, leaving it in the background when your husband presses your clit over the fabric. Putting it aside, he slowly introduces his two longer fingers inside you, without taking off his dark and sparkled eyes from yours. Curling them slightly, before pulling them away and raising that hand in between your faces. Without saying a single word, Bishop brings your wetness to his lips, sucking and licking them to taste you.

“Querida, that's fucking delicious”.

“Bish, I need you right now”. You demand with a desperate tone of voice.

“At home, mi vida, but now… I'm going to try to make it up to you”. He whispers hoarsely, squatting close to the couch you're lying on.

His lips find yours so calmed that it's going to kill you, tucking under your dress his hand again with a clear intention. He knows well that it won't take you too long, being so recent your first orgasm. His two fingers pound you so hard and fast that moves your whole anatomy, drinking every moan that you try to contain to not be heard. But it's almost impossible. Bishop knows every inch of your body, where he has to press, where he has to touch you to make you fall loudly. Every thrust goes deeper, tangling your fingers on his kutte with your legs shaking softly.

“Mi reina, you feel so good… like if it was the first time I fucked you against your car. Do you remember it?”

“Yes…”

“You want me to do it again tonight? In front of our house?”

“Please… Yes…”

“But you have to be a good girl and cum in my hand”.

Biting your lips nodding, you open by inertia your legs a little more. And he fingers you hard, closing your eyes and feeling too close.

“I want all the Mayans outside hearing you scream my name, querida”.

“Fuck… Bish… I'm gonna cum, don' stop… I beg you”.

The pace becomes rough. His palm hits your pussy, before nailing his fingers inside your wetness, to move them from top to bottom so fast that you can't handle it. And you touch the sky when you squirt for the first time, shouting out his full name so assorted in that pleasure wrapping your body that you don't even care about the mess you have made on the couch.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Obispo! Oh my fucking god”. You cry, watching him smile too proud.

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FAQ

Name: Jamie :)

Age: 25

Pronouns: she/her

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Characters I write: Angel Reyes Ez Reyes Coco Cruz Bishop Losa Taza Romero Nestor Oceteva Miguel Galindo Emily Galindo Adelita/Luisa Jax Teller Chibs Telford **My OCs** *Will add on to it soon* *Anyone you don’t see? Ask! I’m very flexible with characters!*

Ships I write: Reader inserts with any listed character (gender neutral - tend to lead towards female reader) Angel Reye x OC (Valeria Estrada) Ez Reyes x OC (Andrea Losa) Bishop Losa x OC (Luciana Reyes)** Angel Reyes x OC x Coco Cruz (Valeria Estrada) Nestor Oceteva x OC (Luciana Reyes)** Jax Teller x OC (Maxine Williams) Jax Teller x OC (Luciana Reyes)** *Will add to it when I add new OCs or create new storylines* **Nestor, Bishop and Jax paired with Luciana are all different storylines**

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𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐀 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 😭👻

I might make this into a longer fic, so let me know if that's something you'd like to read. 💗

🎄 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🎄

“We need to get out of here, and fast.”

You look at Taza in confusion as he snatches the cloth and disinfectant spray from you, guiding you out of the clubhouse, under the cover of darkness. This isn't the time for asking questions, but that doesn't stop you.

“Just tell me what's going on, Che!”

Taza covers your mouth with his hand, not wanting your cover to be blown, but it's too late. He's heard you, and seen you.

“Baby girl?”

Happy can't believe his eyes. He thought you were dead. He attended your funeral, he carried your coffin. None of this makes sense.

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bullet-prooflove · 3 months

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Flavours: Che 'Taza' Romero (feat: Michael 'Riz' Ariza)

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Riz has always known that Taza was gay. He picked up on it early within their friendship. Whilst his brothers took women to bed, he played cards and sipped whiskey at the poker table. There were other signs, the occasional flicker of interest when a man walked by, the shyness in his gaze if their eyes met. Riz has spent his entire life observing people’s behaviour, back in the orphanage and then in the whorehouse, he knows attraction when he sees it.

The change in Taza is subtle. It starts with small, bashful smiles and develops into lingering touches, ones where Taza doesn’t want to let go. That’s how Riz knows that it’s turns intimate, he remembers being the same when him and Songbird had first gotten together, and he had been trying to keep it under the radar.

They’re sitting at a table in the breakroom, sharing a coffee when Riz tries to approach it. They’ve been mapping out the operational aspects of the programmes at the community centre when Riz sets down his pen.

“It’s nice to see you happy.” He says quietly.

His eyes stray to Ben who’s talking to the pink haired girl from the coding course Bottles has been running. Taza follows his gaze before he clears his throat and turns his attention back to the paperwork in front of him.

“Che…” Riz says and that gets Taza’s attention because no one in the MC ever calls him by his first name. “I’ve been known to try a different flavour from time to time, it’s not my favourite flavour but it’s not a bad one.”

“Your favourite flavour wears black silk and sings like an angel.” Taza responds as he toys with his own pen between his fingers.

“And yours wears button up shirts and has a beard that I am very envious of.” Riz counters, rubbing his palm across his jawline.

There’s silence between the two of them before Taza breaks it.

“Were you worried that the others would find out?”

“Neron did find out. He saw the guy coming out of my room the next day.” Riz tells him, his lips twitching up into a smile. Taza can only imagine the sight that Neron was subjected to. Riz’s poor one night stand, fucked out and wrecked as Riz kissed him goodbye on the doorstep of the motel room. He’s seen younger man do it a thousand times before when he’s been with women, he can’t see it changing with a guy. “It didn’t bother him either way.”

Taza sighs, twisting the pen between his fingers.

“Things are different now.” Riz says, using his hands to articulate. “We’re different now. The club isn’t the same as it was. Nobody’s going to shame you for loving who you love, especially not the people who care about you.”

“It’s not about shame, not entirely.” Taza tells him, his voice rough. “I lost someone when I was with Vatos Malditos, my David…”

Taza swallows hard against the ache in his chest. There’s an anguish when he talks about David, it sits in the space underneath his ribs, squeezing his heart like a fist.

“He was killed when El Palo found out about the two of us, he slit his own brother’s throat. That hate, the memory of it, makes it hard to move forward.”

Something like that it stays with you, it gives Riz insight into his friend’s mentality. He understands why Taza has kept his sexuality a secret, why he hasn’t allowed himself to experience the joy or the pleasure of losing yourself in a lover. It devastates Riz, that the man he respects has suffered so much, that he’s been forced to suppress the truth about who he is.

“I’m sorry.” Riz says, his palm coming to rest upon Taza’s arm, squeezing it tightly. He can’t convey how he means those words because Taza has given him so much over the years. He taught him to embrace who he was, to channel his negative emotions into something healthier, it was Taza who gave him his love of music, who bought him his first guitar when he was just a broke teenager.

“I love Ben.” Taza tells him earnestly. “He’s bright, vibrant and he’s so unashamed about who he is. He deserves better than to be some dirty secret.”

“Then don’t let him be one.” Riz says forcefully. “What happened to David was horrible but we’re not Vatos Malditos and Bishop is not El Palo. You’ve seen him with these kids, he doesn’t care if their LGBTQ or not, as long as they’re happy, it’s the same with you.”

Taza’s gaze flickers up to meet Riz’s. He sees a lifetime of hurt in those eyes, of fear and shame but he also sees hope, hope for a future where Taza can be with the man he loves without violence, without tragedy.

“Maybe it’s time to make a change.” Riz tells him, leaning back in his seat. “Maybe it’s time you allowed yourself be happy.”

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bullet-prooflove · 4 months

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Mount Shasta: Che 'Taza' Romero (NSFW)

Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was Blizzard/Snowed In!

Warnings: M/M - NSFW

Tagging: @drabbles-mc @ficnation @keyweegirlie @@aconfusedidentity @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @withakindheartx

It’s snowing outside, it’s been snowing for the past couple of days now. A blizzard, Taza calls it and Ben laughs because he’s survived a couple of Chicago winters and one in North Cali doesn’t quite compare.

The two of them are sequestered in a cabin up in Mount Shasta. It’s a spiritual place, one filled with myths and legends, ones that tie back to Taza and his heritage. It’s a place that he’s always wanted to visit but has never had the opportunity to until now.

Ben had booked it as a surprise for their one-year anniversary, Taza can’t believe that it’s been that long. He’s spent the best part of his life alone, hiding the reality of who he was and now he has a loving partner, one that the club accepts as a member of their own weird little family. For the first time in his life, he feels blessed, especially right now as he makes love to Ben in a California King with a set of French windows that overlook the snow covered forest.

It's beautiful how fucked out Ben looks underneath him; his skin is flushed with that pretty apricot hue he always gets when he’s right on the edge. His thighs tighten around Ben’s hips, taking his lover even deeper and Ben’s breathing hitches once again. His hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around Taza’s cock, jerking it slowly as Taza rocks languidly.

“Fuck Che.” Ben whispers, his head tipping back into the pillow as the euphoria rises up inside of him. “Fuck.”

He loves doing this to Ben, ruining him, drawing it out. His hand comes to rest on Ben’s, stilling his motions before their fingers entwine and he pins it to the mattress above his head. His lips brush over Ben’s, his thumb ghosting over the curve of his cheek.

“Not yet my love.” He murmurs, smiling into Ben’s mouth. “I haven’t thanked you enough yet.”

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bullet-prooflove · 6 months

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City Boy: Che 'Taza' Romero

Tagging: @drabbles-mc @ficnation @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @withakindheartx

The first thing Taza notices about Ben is his ability to connect with other people. The other man has an easy smile, and a laugh that resonates through his entire body, the kids flock to him and he makes the time for each and every one of them. It’s important in a community like theirs, parents are fighting tooth and nail to put food on the table, they send their kids to the community centre, to a place they know they’ll be supported and listened to.

He doesn’t realise he’s an LGBTQ counsellor at first, not until Riz explains it to him.

“Latinx LGBT youth are 45% more likely to attempt suicide compared to non- Latinx youth, it’s an epidemic.” The younger man tells him.

A lot of these kids don’t have a safe space to explore who they are, the community centre is trying to change that by becoming an affirming space, picking up the mantle where home and school can not.

Carmen’s brought Ben in to address that issue. He’s run successful programmes up in Boston, Detroit and Cincinnati and now he’s here in their little border town. Taza sees the disparity and it makes him wonder why Ben’s really here. Santo Padre shouldn’t even be a blip on his radar, not when he’s running programmes with big city money.

When he asks Carmen, she gives him a look, one that he’s become well acquainted with throughout their friendship.

“Ask him yourself.”

Taza decides to bite the bullet and do just that.

Ben’s in the midst of his lunch break Taza sits down across from him. He’s eating empanadas from the food truck outside and writing something down into a A5 notepad. His handwriting is neat and concise.

“You have questions.” He says in that gruff voice of his, closing the note pad and setting his pen down on top of it.

“Yea, a ton of them.” Taza responds, his arms crossed over this chest.

“You can ask me over a beer tonight.” Ben says as he finishes up his lunch. “I’ve got back-to-back sessions, starting in the next five minutes.”

This is how it starts, the thing between the two of them.

After the community centre has closed Taza finds himself standing in the garden that Lila helped create. There’s fairy lights entwined in the wooden struts that jut out of the ground, casting a warm glow across the space. In his hand, he holds a beer from the local brewery. It’s the one with the citrus tang, his favourite.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Ben says as he stands next to him. “You don’t get to see stars like this in the city.”

“I heard you were a city boy.” Taza returns, tilting his head so he can study the profile of Ben’s face.

He’s a handsome man. A full head of salt and pepper hair that Taza wants to run his fingers through, it matches the beard that lines his jaw. His shoulders are board, muscular like a boxer’s. Taza wonders if that’s what Ben does in his spare time.

It’s been twenty-five years since he’s felt this way about another man. He’s had fleeting attractions in the past, but this is different. It transcends physicality, he wants to know this man intimately. His thoughts, his feelings, his hopes, his dreams. He wants everything.

“I was.” Ben responds to Taza’s question before he gestures to the memorial bench underneath the fairy lights. One of the kids had taken his own life last year, Carmen had wanted to make sure he was remembered, and the bench was how she honoured him. Taza sits down alongside Ben, their knees bumping against each other lightly. “Small town living sits me better these days.”

“Why here?” Taza asks, gesturing at the landscape. “Santo Padres a big step down from the kinda cash you must have been pulling in the big city.”

“Not everything is about money.” Ben says quietly, his thumb scratching away the label of his beer bottle.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Taza points out as he watches the paper peel.

“No I didn’t.” Ben says as he reviews the skyline.

Silence falls between the two men. It’s a mild night, it’s light and balmy. The scent of Ben’s aftershave floats along the breeze, something earthy with a mandarin overtone. It’s intoxicating, rich and deep, Taza wants to spend the rest of the night breathing it in. He’s tired of being alone, of hiding the truth about who he really is.

“My partner died.” Ben says finally into the space between them. “I couldn’t stand living there without him, so I left.”

“I’m sorry.” Taza says softly.

He means it. He knows what it’s like to lose a piece of yourself. He thought he would spend the rest of his life with David and then El Palo murdered him.

“You didn’t kill him.” Ben says taking a sip of his beer.

“Someone else did?” Taza questions.

Ben runs a hand through his hair, a loose wave falls across his forehead and it takes everything in Taza not to reach out and brush it away.

“Yea.” Ben says as he stares straight ahead. “Someone did.”

“I lost a friend the same way back in 95.” Taza finds himself telling Ben. “It destroyed me.”

There must be something in the tone of his voice, he doesn’t realise he’s betrayed himself until Ben asks.

“Just a friend?”

It’s the first time he’s talked about David, he hasn’t breathed the other man’s name in over twenty years. It still hurts to think about him even after all this time, but there’s a catharsis in it because sitting here with Ben…

He knows the other man gets it. He might be the only other person in the world who does.

“I loved him.” Taza confesses into the darkness. “And he loved me.”

“Your club doesn’t know do they?” Ben says, taking a swig of his beer.

Taza shakes his head.

“I’d appreciate it if it stays that way.”

“I’m not in the business of outing people.” Ben tells him as he leans back against the wood, his arm coming to rest along frame. “That’s not what I’m about.”

“This is probably the most honest I’ve been with anyone in twenty-five years.” Taza says quietly, rolling the beer bottle between his palms.

“That’s a long time to hold a secret.” Ben says as he tips his head towards Taza. “Let me ask you something, does it still need to be a secret?”

“I don’t know anymore.” Taza says as he studies the label of his beer bottle. “Five years ago, I would have said yes but now… Things are changing, we’re more involved in the community, in programmes like yours, I don’t know if it matters anymore.”

“Give it some thought.” Ben says as he raises to his feet, his hand lightly clasping Taza’s shoulder. “You might find it’s time to step into the light.”

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Fireworks: Che 'Taza' Romero

Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was New Year's!

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Ben hates New Year’s Eve; he has since the shooting in Boston. The one that claimed Joseph’s life and left him with muscle damage in his right thigh. It’s the reason he can’t run marathons anymore, he can barely go a mile before he’s in agony.

It’s the fireworks he struggles with, the way those loud, abrupt retorts shatter through the peace. It takes him right back to that night in the club, those gunshots cutting through the music as he cradles Joseph’s head in his lap, watching the blood pool spread across the dance floor. They’d been celebrating that night; the adoption was going through. It was supposed to be their last night of freedom for a very long time.

He's hiding in his office when Taza finds him. The room is soundproofed for confidentiality purposes, it’s the best place for him to be away from the noise. His anxiety makes him raw, hypervigilant; it sets his nerves on edge, and he struggles to focus on anything for more then seconds. Thankfully he planned for this, he knows he needs a mundane task to keep him from spiralling so a couple of days ago he created one. He picks up the stack of paperwork from the edge of his desk and takes up residence on the floor in front of it.

He has over two hundred welcome packs to put together, each segment an individual page he has to sort into the correct order. It’s probably going to take him all night, which is exactly what he wants.

He’s surprised when the outlaw steps into the room. It’s a big night for the community centre, they’re throwing a block party to bring in the new year. It’s the first celebration since the Galindo Agra Park project collapsed and it seems like the entire town has turned out.

“I thought you’d be celebrating with the others.” Ben says as the other man closes the door behind him. In his hand he’s carrying two bottles of beer, the citrus one that Ben prefers.

“I thought I’d take a break and see what was going on in here.” Taza says, carefully stepping over the paperwork before he sits down alongside Ben. He hands the other man one of the bottles before he surveys the paperwork in front of him. “So, what is going on in here?”

“I had some work to do.” Ben tells him as he snaps the cap off the beer bottle.

“Clearly.” Taza says, taking a swig from his own bottle. “Those welcome packs must be urgent.”

“Hm.” Ben responds, his thumb running over the label as he stares down at it.

Taza lets the silence sit, the back of his head coming to rest against the wall as he stretches his legs out in front of him.

“It’s the fireworks.” Ben says finally, gesturing to his head. “It brings back some shit, makes my mind a little messy.”

Taza nudges Ben’s shoulder gently with his own.

“Seems like a good reason to hide out in here.” Taza says as he looks around the office. “This place is soothing, comfortable, you can lose yourself in a task.”

“You should go back to the party,” Ben tells him, taking a sip of beer.

“Why would I do that when the one person I actually want to spend time with is right here.” Taza tells him, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile.

Ben tilts his head towards him and he finds himself looking into Taza’s eyes. They’re a beautiful shade of brown, rich and full of warmth. He could spend forever getting lost in those eyes, he wants to. He has since that night in the community garden.

His thumb ghosts over the line of Taza’s jaw, tipping his chin up just a little.

“Can I kiss you Che?” He murmurs, his lips almost brushing over Taza’s.

“Please.” Taza whispers.

It comes out like a plea, and Ben, he can’t deny this man anything.

It’s been twenty-five years since Taza has kissed another man, he’s surprised by how soft it is, how tender. With David it was rough, passionate. With Ben it’s a gentle caress, a promise of more to come. It’s beautiful and it’s also overwhelming. He doesn’t realise he’s crying, not until Ben uses his thumb to chase away the tears that leak down his cheeks.

“It’s alright.” Ben whispers against his lips. “It’s been a while for me too.”

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