#angel reyes x woc

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“Get Your Act Together”

Part of the “Say What Now?” Song Series

Characters: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader.

Summary: A reader who’s petty and needs to teach jealous and possessive Angel a lesson.

Warnings: Strong language, sexual content, suggestive themes, possessive behavior, and jealousy.

Word Count: 2,900+

AN: This one is for my lovelies @darqchilddaydreamz and @ravennaortiz! Be sure to give my babies a shout-out for encouraging me to finish this one. They gave me the push I needed to do so. I hope all my loves enjoy this one. Yes, I’m aware, the dress is different in the storyboard, but it still gives what needs to be given. Okay!

Inspired By💖:

People closest to you, whether friends or family, always expressed that they envied your level of pettiness. It was as if you were the queen of petty. Your best friend often compared your skills to a lioness hunting its prey. If someone pissed you off purposefully, you weren’t always quick to act. It was much better when you waited, letting that person feel they had gotten away with something. Once you noticed it had slipped their mind, that they were comfortable. That would be when you took the time to get revenge. Pettiest bitch alive.

Your current mood and setting could be used as an amazing example. There you were sitting at the kitchen island. Eyes focused on the portable LED makeup mirror propped on the counter. One hand held your eyelid as the other drew a precise wing. Music flowed throughout the house and you rocked your hips while sitting on the bar stool. Your hair had been curled and pinned. You wanted the curls to set in before taking them down. You were fresh out of the shower, almost fully dressed, and smelled divine. To avoid any makeup spills, you had slipped into your silk robe.

The song had switched just as you put the finishing touches on your look. The track that started was perfect for how you were feeling. It was fitting for the little plan you had set in motion. Revenge was for sure sweet. “Beating Down Yo Block” by Monaleo flooded the house. Sliding out of your robe, you started letting your curls loose. Walking over to your heels, you slid them on as the song’s beat sunk into your veins.

Using your fingers to comb through the fresh curls, you started rapping your favorite part. “Bitch I’m fine! Slim waist, pretty face, he know I’m a dime.” Still combing through the curls you dipped to the ground, dress riding up a bit as you did a little twerk. The sound of bikes approached your driveway and you smiled to yourself. Damn, I have perfect timing. 

Giving a classy little twerk in the living room mirror, you continued to rap the lyrics, “Ain’t no pressure ‘bout no ninja, tell his ass to fall in line.” The front door opened and your alarm was disabled. You heard him call out to you. You stayed silent, a devilish smirk played upon your lips. Angel walked into the living room. Your eyes met in the mirror as you said the next line in the song. This time, your ‘Megan knees’ were in full effect. “Cause for this next line you gotta look me in my eyes. If you think I’ma sweat you, you out your mothafuckin’ mind.”

Angel was too mesmerized by your ass in the little black dress you had on. He had picked up on the subliminal message of the lyrics but was more interested in your attire. His eyes scanned over you, as his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. He could feel himself hardening. That was until he remembered you two weren’t alone. He growled seeing Coco to his left and Ez to his right. Both men were ogling you. Ezekiel’s reaction was more shocked. Coco’s grin was a mile long as he sat there eating every bit of the image up.

Angel being jealous and possessive, barked at you, “Stop throwing ass in front of company. Pull that short-ass dress down. Where the fuck do you think you’re going dressed like that anyway?”

“First off I was here, by myself, getting ready, and enjoying my company. I can twerk as much as I want in my damn house. You barged your tall lanky ass into my shit. Stop talking to me crazy, Angel. To answer your question. I’m going out with my girls.”

“Our shit.”

“Sleeping here almost every night doesn't mean a thing to me. You still have your place and my last name hasn’t changed.

“If you wear that short-ass dress, we’re going with you. Your ass is damn near out.”

“Stop being dramatic. No, it isn’t! I do not need a babysitter, Angel. If you can do you, I can do me, right?”

Angel understood what it was all about now.

“Why do you have to be so petty? How does that much evil fit in such a short body?”

Your shoulders shrugged, as your hips swayed to the mirror to touch up your lip combo. Angel walked up behind you pulling you into his chest. His lips ghosted your bare shoulder, giving it a playful bite, and his hips thrust against you.

“Stay here with me, mi dulce. I want to get you out of this dress.”

You felt him press into you and fought back a whimper. You refused to allow Angel to have his way. You pushed off of him. 

“I’m going out tonight in this dress, end of conversation. On second thought, I take that back. Let’s have a chat about dresses. Mine is an issue, but it wasn’t a problem last weekend,” you purred.

“Last weekend? What are you talking about?”

Yeah, playing dumb is not going to slide this time, jackass.

“Don’t play stupid with me, Angel.”

Your obtuse boyfriend looked to Coco and Ez for help. Both men threw their hands up, wanting no part of the conversation.

“Here let me jog your memory. Remember when I walked into the party at the clubhouse last weekend? When you hadn’t noticed, because you were too busy entertaining that fucking hang around. The one who conveniently dropped her phone and bent over to pick it up. Had all three of you dumbasses staring at her bare ass. I couldn’t give one iota of a fuck about your boys staring, but you? Yeah, that’s a problem. You want to be possessive? I’ll do the same. You want to stare at other bitches? Let’s see how you feel about other men eyeing me, Papa. My dress isn’t nearly as short as the one that thirsty hoe had on. I’ve told you one too many times not to play with me. Now I’ma show you better than I could ever tell you, baby.”

Angel tried to save face in front of his friends. He mumbled, “Nobody worried about shit. Go out, it won’t affect me as much as you think, Mami.” 

Your eyes locked in with both EZ and Coco. You all smirked, communicating without even saying a word. He wanted to be cute in front of his little friends? 

I can be funny too, and have them help a sista out. 

Your heels clicked over to Angel. Sliding your hands on his chest, you looked up at him with fluttering lashes. Face painted with an innocent expression, you stood on your tiptoes to steal a quick kiss. He smiled down at you thinking he had won. You leaned in and teased him.

“Ass fat. Kitty fat. I got all these men wishing they could have that. Baby, just admit that you love it here,” you smirked trying to get a rise out of him.

Angel kissed his teeth and was about to say something sarcastic, but Ez cut him off, “God, I did not need to know that,” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry, bro but he needs to be reminded of what he’s got at home,” she teased the flustered Mayan.

Kissing his teeth Angel retorted, “You the one acting up. Better chill out before I give you some act right.”

“I mean come on ‘mano, that ass is fat. You better appreciate that fine-ass woman,” Coco challenged.

Angel looked at him as if he had lost his mind. It took everything in Ezekiel to keep from laughing.

Still staring at Coco like a madman he replied, “Bitch, do you want me to shoot you? Stop looking at my girl’s ass!”

Ezekiel wanted in with busting his brother's balls. Like a typical annoying baby brother, he joined in on the fun, “Sister or not. We’re not real blood, so I’ve gotta agree with Coco, brother-.”

“Don’t finish that fucking statement, Ezekiel,” Angel warned.

Ez and Coco exchanged a knowing glance before the words tumbled out of his mouth.

“What? It’s the truth! That’s a nice ass, with a nice set of ti-.”

In a split second Angel was lunging at Ezekiel. With your help, Coco managed to break up the scuffle among the brothers.

“Jesus, bro. Learn how to handle a joke!”

“Fuck both of y’all,” Angel pouted, no longer enjoying being the brunt of the joke.

“No disrespect. My bad, it is fat though,” he chuckled along with Ezekiel.

“Bunch of bitches,” Angel groaned.

Feeling you had tortured him enough for the evening, you walked over to him wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Hey, look at me,” you cooed, gripping his chin softly. 

“Baby, you know they’re joking. If anybody tried me like that, I’d curse them out. Relax, you know you give them shit about their significant others as well. Luckily you have sense enough not to try that shit in front of me, because I’d kick you in the balls,” she smiled innocently. Now calm down and give me kisses, papa.”

His arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you off the ground. Three pecks and a hungry kiss later, EZ and Coco stood there rolling their eyes.

“All this lovey-dovey shit is making my stomach turn. Cut it out,” Coco grumbled.

“One more, mama. Make it real good so Coco can lose his dinner.”

He leaned in to capture your lips. It was slow and dirty. All teeth and tongue. Without breaking eye contact, his left hand trailed down your back. Stopping at your backside, he grabbed a handful. His left hand lifted from your waist as he flipped his brothers off.

“Now how can you get mad, when you know for a fact that it's fat? Look at how you just gripped the shit out of it. You got any sisters or cousins packing something that serious? Hook us up,” Coco begged.

It was your turn to flick them off. Pulling away from the kiss, you bounced over to your brothers. Raising on tiptoes you slapped them both in the back of the head.

“That’s for staring at my ass!”

Another smack.

“That’s for conveniently forgetting you both have old ladies. Whom I adore. I’m snitching on you bitches. Do I have any sisters or cousins? Get out my face with that mess, joke or not, I’ll beat your ass. Angel’s all the heathen my family can tolerate,” you joked.

Angel sat back with his arms crossed admiring you. Feeling his stare, your eyes connected as you bit your lip.

Both men sandwiched you in between giving you bear hugs. Ezekiel kissed your temple before pulling back.

“Lo siento, hermanita.”

“Yeah, querida. We didn’t mean any harm. It’s just Angel makes it so easy to fuck with him.”

Angel raised both middle fingers to his brothers. Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly. With a tug of his shirt, he understood your signal to lower himself to your height. You pecked his lips several times. He stood there smiling like a love-struck idiot as you wiped your gloss from his lips.

With a pat on his chest, you made a beeline to your handbag. You made sure you had your keys and cell phone. With confirmation, you turned in the direction of the three men.

“Alright baby, I’m heading over to besties. I’m leaving my car at hers, and she’s driving us to the bar.”

Angel cut you off, growling your full name. “I’m serious, querida. If you’re wearing that we’re coming too.”

The two of you stared each other down. You refused to give in to his demands. With a shrug of the shoulders, you responded, “Then I guess y’all hittin’ the bar tonight.” The keys in your hand were tossed across the living room as Angel caught them. He looked at you, head tilted to the side.

“Oh, you thought I was changing? No, baby boy. I hope you three didn’t have any plans.”

To the three men’s absolute horror, not only did they have you to watch over. EZ and CoCo were pissed to learn that the besties you were hitting the town with were their old ladies. They too, had on dresses that left little to the imagination.

When you went for revenge, it was always the most pettiest, delicious thing ever. The Mayan men spent the next two hours threatening anybody who so much as looked in your direction. They sat at the bar mugging, while you and the girls danced the night away.

Later that night after everyone had returned to their homes, Angel sat in the recliner. His eyes collided with yours as you swept into the living room fresh out of the shower. He looked pissed as you giggled, standing between his legs.

“What did we learn today,” you asked in your best kindergarten-teacher voice.

“What the fuck are you on about, querida?”

You leaned forward running your hands up his arms. You crawled into his lap, smiling mischievously. Your arms linked behind his neck as you rocked a bit. Inwardly you did a little victory dance as you heard him groan.

Your face stopped inches away from his. The two of you were close enough that your breath fanned one another. “Don’t play dumb. What did you learn, Daddy?”

“That you’re a petty ass woman.”

“Boy, stop! You already knew that.” Your hips circled on his lap. Angel's hands gripped your thighs tighter as he groaned, “Fuck.”

“Answer me, Daddy,” you cooed, rocking your hips back and forth over his hardening erection. “I’ll even help you out. Repeat after me.”

“I learned,” you started, pressing against him harder. You halted your movement, waiting for him to repeat it.

Angel kissed his teeth, “You gonna take this away,” he started, palming your covered mound. Your breath hitched, as you fought for control. Unable to say anything, your head nodded.

“Fuck it,” he mumbled, “I fucking learned,” he growled.

“Not to pay thot-ass, hang-around-ass hoes any mind.”

“I’m not saying that shit, Mami.”

“Ignacio,” you growled back, “Just say the shit so we can fuck already.”

“Fine! I’ll ignore every thot ass hoe who steps foot in the clubhouse. Does that work for your pretty ass,” he asked, giving your left cheek a light smack.

“I mean, I guess.”

Angel cocked his head back, “You guess? Mi dulce, you know I don’t want that girl. She was being thirsty. That’s what they do.”

“Yeah, right.”

“You look at women’s asses all the time. Why is it cool when you’re all like, ‘Babe, look at her ass! Sis, packing a wagon,” he mocked.

“That’s different. You gotta have permission, love.”

“You know you’re crazy as fuck. Right?”

“Yep! Enough of this. Do you want to make it up to me? Take me upstairs, put me on my back, and eat me until I can’t see straight.”

With an evil smirk, Angel had you in the bedroom, on your back instantly. The head he’d given caused your vision to blur. Without any time to come down, Angel flipped you onto your knees. He buried himself deep, pulling at your curls. Angel bent you into the perfect arch. He was in no mood to be nice. Flashes of you in that dress being ogled ran through his head. He pinned you to the mattress as his hips snapped against you. The both of you, shouting every time his tip tapped that spot.

He used both hands to smack against your supple flesh. Angel's fingers dug into your hips as he gave you one punishing stroke after another. His long digits made their way back into your mane. He tugged on it pulling you up and against his chest.

“You weren’t mad. Right, mi dulce? You just wanted to get me all worked up, yeah,” he rasped sexily. His hips circled, pushing deeper, “You ain’t gotta pick fights to get slutted out, Mami,” he groaned. His free hand crept down your belly. It slipped down, down, down until it reached your bundle of nerves. 

Angel pulled out slowly until it was just the tip. His lips trailed kisses over the shell of your ear, leaving a playful nibble on the lobe.

“That’s it—ain’t it, Mami? You were in the mood to be my little slut, hm?”

Angel didn’t bother waiting for a reply. His hips surged forward, slamming his length to the hilt. The moment his tip tapped against those delicate nerves, he pinched your clit. He chuckled at the piercing scream you released. Your body trembled as his fingers circled the sensitive bud. The circles stopped once you came back down. Angel laughed again as your body went limp. He held you up, brushing hair out of your face, his kisses dusting your forehead.

“You’re alright, mi dulce. You did so good for me, mami.”

Your eyes blinked as you smiled lazily. Drunk off good sex, you slurred, “Thank you, baby,” head leaning back against his chest.

Angel's voice rasped, “Oh you think we're done? Mm-mm, mi vida. We’re just getting started. You whined feeling him pulse inside you. “Don’t whine now. Worked up was what you wanted. Now you gon’ take it. Be a good girl for me and get daddy off, yeah?” Angel's voice dropped dangerously low as he whispered, “I’m going to fill you up, and then you’re going to clean up your mess. Put that pretty mouth to use.”

Angel’s words must have replenished your energy. Your lip tucked between your teeth, as your channel spasmed around him.

“Seems like you're ready for it after all,” he replied, giving you light strokes.

Being petty came with the loveliest of benefits. Here’s to hoping this man fucks up again.

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[spookiekewchie]

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."

[artemiseamoon]

If This Is Our Destiny 2

Past! Angel x F reader ** | Future? Manny x F reader **

⚠️Warnings: flashback to the night of the attack, some anxiety,  Angel Reyes 🙄

** woc/black/bipoc f readers to the front bbs. Anyone can read tho. You can image her as an OC ‘Princesa’ as well if that’s your preference 😁 many options to choose from.

An: I’ve never really been into the idea of someone calling me ‘mama’ or ‘ma’ but only one man can now (jeez thanks Rio) 

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Gif credit to the owners 💕

- Flashback, 2 months prior -

You close your eyes and take a slow deep breath. After a few seconds, you return to lighting the candles. Looking across the way, you notice all the guys are around the pool table, taking stock of ammo and guns.

Bishop eyes the supply. “You gonna burn through these boxes in 30 seconds.”

Turning around, your eyes scan the bottles on the shelves, you have an idea. Grabbing two from the shelf, you turn back and place them on the counter.  “How about fire with fire?”

Angel, Ez and Bish all turn back and look at you. Bish nods, “yeah.”

- Flashback over -

“Hey ma, you good?” You come back to the present moment and find Manny leaning over the counter, those deep brown eyes observing you. His voice washes over you like a smooth drink. “You wiped that glass down three times, where’d you go?”

“Oh, sorry. “

You put the glass and towel down. After a quick scan of the room, you confirm you and Manny are alone. He’s still leaning over the counter, eyes fixed on you.

Dropping your voice to a whisper, you move closer to him, “Since the attack, sometimes I have these moments. Bits and pieces of it come back. I think I’m still processing it.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“Shit,” you rub your forehead, “is it that obvious?”

“Nah,” Manny shakes his head, “the first time you live through some shit like that, it’s hard to shake. Be easy with yourself.”

You smile, “thanks Manny.”

“You know I got you,” He stands upright and straightens out his shirt and kutte, “it's late Princesa. How you gettin’ home?”

You’ve developed a habit of getting lost in his eyes. It was too easy to become distracted by Manny: his voice, the way he held himself, those eyes, his long dark eyelashes, his lips, his cheekbones, his jawline, even the little silver stud in his left nostril…Manny was a work of art.

It’s not until you see a smile dance on his lips that you realize how long you’ve been staring. Pulling yourself together, you reach under the bar and grab your bag and jacket. "My car is still in the shop, so I’ll call a cab.”

You slip your jacket on then scan the bar once. It was clean enough. You thought the Santo Padre guys were messy, but the Yuma chapter took messy to a new level; it was like clearing up after a bunch of frat boys. Rude, handsy, disrespectful frat boys at that.

You thankfully had less incidents than the other women, thanks to a mix of kicking one in the balls and Angel and Ez coming to your defense. They nearly beat those guys to death, the post drama aside, most of the Yuma dudes backed off after that.

The only other incident happened a week and a half ago. You were bending over to pick something up off the floor and felt a greedy hand grab at you. Manny walked in just as it happened and ripped the asshole away from you. Chapter brother or not, he made it clear, you weren’t to be touched.

You flash Manny a smile, “I’m so glad you’re not like the others, seriously. I’ll be right back.”

You make a quick stop at the crappy excuse of a bathroom. After washing and drying your hands, you order a car and head toward the front door. You hear some hushed voices in Templo as you pass, it’s Bishop and Hank.

This is the third late night Manny walked you out. It was sweet, and as long as Angel wasn't around, you'd let him do it as much as he pleases. As you both descend the stairs, Manny makes an offer, “You know what, forget the cab. I’ll drop you off.”

“Yeah?” You ask with a smirk.

The idea of riding on Manny's bike while you hold him has crossed your mind many times. You were never bold enough to ask though…then there was Angel…he’d freak the fuck out if he ever saw that. The times you caught him watching you and Manny, it was like a blood vessel was going to burst any second.

“That is way better than a cab, I’ll take you up on it.”

Manny’s eyes light up at the sight of your smile. After a second or two, Manny sits on the bike and starts it up. He hands you the helmet, “come on ma.”

Riding on the back of Manny’s bike is exactly how you imagined. He feels good. This feels good. It’s like you were meant to be here. Hold him tight, head resting comfortably against his shoulder as you ride. You want this to last forever.

Somewhere near the halfway point of reaching your place, that ghost you can’t shake pops into your mind and suddenly you remember how it felt with Angel. You blink the thought away almost as fast as it comes. Not tonight. You wouldn’t let Angel Reyes haunt you tonight.

When you arrive at your apartment, Manny parks the bike and walks you to your door. You fiddle with your keys, knowing what you want to ask, but not sure if you should ask it. You lower your gaze, trying to figure out just how bold you were feeling.

Manny leans against the wall, “About that night,” you look up, fixing your eyes on his, “I didn’t know you were in there. Shit, “he shakes his head and stares past you, “I think about it you know. You could have been hurt…or worse.”

You grab his forearm. “Hey, we didn’t know each other Manny. I don’t blame you for that. It was inner club shit and I happened to be inside while it went down.” You give his arm a light squeeze.  ���How was I supposed to know we’d meet.”

The guilt in his eyes is quickly replaced by something else, something lighter, more relaxed. The moment that smile returns to his lips, your heart beats faster. In his normal chill demeanor, Manny relaxes further against the wall, “Yeah, you're right.”

“I am.” You reply and squeeze his arm once more before letting him go.

Manny watches you lift your hand, then his eyes float back up to yours. Feeling a surge of confidence, you soon say the words that have been lingering on your lips. Sure, you spend a lot of time thinking about the consequences of this, but you want this, you want Manny. And all his flirting, sexy smiles, lingering glances, the way he gently touches your arm and shoulder; it all tells you he feels the same.

“Um, so - “you pause, breathing into it, “would you like to come in?”

You wait for a yes, it doesn't come.

The night suddenly feels too quiet. Like it’s taunting you for being so forward and reckless. You notice the tension in his brows, he’s thinking something, but not saying it.

“Sorry, never mind. Thank you for the ride though.” You turn to your door quickly and put the key in. When you hear the click, you push it open and rush inside.

“Wait, hold up, “Manny follows you inside and closes the door gently behind him.

Still not looking back at him, you hang your keys on the hook and flip on the lights.

“Manny, really, it’s fine. Just forget it happened.” You talk with your hands, walking toward the kitchen to get away from him. You hope he’ll turn and leave, then you can sit with your embarrassment alone.

“Nah, hold up,” Manny catches up and gently grabs your hand. You don’t pull away, instead you turn to face him, “I’m feelin' you, Ma,” Manny holds your hand tighter, his eyes soft on yours, “but, you and Angel, that's gotta be done. For real.”

“We are.” You stare up at him, feeling confused. “We’ve been done for months.”

Manny doesn’t say anything. You can tell by the way he’s looking at you that he wants to believe you, he really does, but doesn’t. The sweet free feeling of being on his bike is now gone. The air in your apartment suddenly feels thin.

“Did,” you take your hand away, “did he say anything to you?”

Manny gently lifts your chin with his fingers, your eyes meet his, “he may have a different idea of being done Princesa.”

“Fuck,” you break eye contact. Manny gently caresses your cheek, then takes his hand away.

You cross your arms and pace, anger building in your body, imagining all the shit Angel could have said in your mind. Angel Reyes imploded things; he blew shit up. He had a real talent for it. Sadly, this isn't the first time you heard something like this.

Manny stands behind you and rests his hand on your left shoulder, “I’m going to head out. Unless you want me to sit with you for a while?”

“No, it’s okay,” you sigh and face him, “go home. It’s really late.”

You couldn’t be mad at him; Manny was looking out for himself and didn’t want to get involved in anything messy. You and Angel were the definition of messy and you’ve been trying your hardest to change that.

“You gonna be alright?” Manny asks, drawing you into a hug. You relax against him, taking in his scent and the way he feels.

You close your eyes. “I’ll survive.”

The hug lingers for a while longer. You don’t want to let go, Manny doesn’t either. When the hug finally breaks you miss it already. You walk him to the door and wait until he rides off to go back inside.

It takes 23 minutes. 23 minutes and 11 seconds before you give in and send a text. You were fuming by this time and what comes out of you is a brick wall of a text; a purge of sharp words and every curse you could think of. It feels good, it feels really fucking good. Until you read it over. Then, you feel defeated.

Even after leaving his ass for the 2nd time almost 4 months ago, he still had a hold on you. Enough of a hold to make you a rage filled teary-eyed mess as you texted him. It was supposed to be easier four months out, right?

Though you hated him right now, you did care about him, loved him, loved his family. Angel was maybe the most damaged person you know, and you had to remind yourself, love or not, history or not, it wasn’t your job to fix him or soothe his wounds. You delete the very honest, very scathing text and write something else.

{You: We need to talk. Free tomorrow?}

Three dots appear instantly, it makes you wonder if he felt you texting him. You two had a weird ass connection like that. The three dots linger a while, with his new name in your phone, ‘do not text’

{Angel: is this your stubborn ass way of asking me to come over?}

You roll your eyes and almost smile, almost.

{You: No. I mean talk, literally.}

Three dots appear, then vanish.

{You: Tomorrow, I’ll stop by. Around 8? Just please wait for your groupie sex fest until after I leave. I don’t need to see that shit.}

{Angel: It could be me and you, querida, like old times.}

You write something, delete it, then pause. He doesn’t write either. You put your phone down beside you on the bed and rub your face with your hands. Your phone buzzes.

[Angel: fuck this texting shit, I’m coming over.}

“Oh my god,” panicking, you quickly type telling him not to come. Then you dial his number and call. He doesn’t pick up. Knowing Angel, he was likely on his bike, speeding over here right now.

Your suspicion is right, a knock arrives at your door only 21 minutes later. You don’t want to open the door, but you know him, he’s obnoxious and will knock until you do.

When you open the door, the first thing you notice is how tired he is. He leans against the doorframe and stares down at you. It’s near impossible to look away, the tall strong figure you knew so well, that beard you love, those tattoos: he’s even wearing the backward cap and sleeveless t-shirt combo you loved. Asshole, he did this on purpose.

Angel’s hungry gaze moves over your form, then lingers on your bare legs. “You put that one on for me?” He asks with a smirk.

You glance down and realize what shirt you’re wearing. It was a simple, oversized band tee. The shorts you have on underneath are hidden by the length. When you changed your clothes, you just pulled one out without looking. It was Angel's favorite too.

“It’s for me,” you grip the handle tighter, “I told you not to come over.”

Angel shrugs, “ phone died.”

You roll your eyes, knowing he’s lying and try to close the door. Angel blocks it, steps inside, then closes it behind him. He smells like beer, cigarettes and leather.

“Angel -”

“I knew you missed me, I could tell by the way you look at me from the bar, all heart eyes and shit.”

“You’re delusional. And an asshole.”

You head toward him with the intention of opening the front door. As you pass him, Angel grabs your arm and slips his free hand behind your head. Before you can protest, Angel leans in and crashes his lips against yours.

With wide eyes you watch him kiss you. You can feel your body reacting, despite telling it not too. You always loved the way it feels, being pressed beneath him.

Your hands are flat against his chest now, for a brief moment you slide them down, feeling his muscles. Your eyes start to close, you almost give in - almost.

You push him away with a shove and step back, putting distance between your bodies. Your heart is pounding now, you take a moment to catch your breath. Angel’s kisses, just like the rest of him, were sinfully seductive and addictive. One taste has the power to regress all the work you’ve done.

You don't want that. You want better. You need better.

Angel responds as expected to the rejection. He steps back, doing that thing he does with his head when he’s pissed. “Yo what the fuck?!”

“We don’t kiss!” You bark at him. “Angel, we are not a couple, we’re not lovers…we’re not even friends right now. You can’t pull shit like that!” You take another step back and cross your arms, shielding your body from him.

Angel sucks his teeth and brushes you off.

“That’s really fucking rude, you know that right?”

“Shit, like you care. "Angel hissed venomously. He paces at the other end of the hall.  “You fucking broke up with me, remember?” Angel walks away and heads into your kitchen.

I can’t fucking believe this guy. Cursing under your breath, you follow him inside and find him opening your fridge, his back toward you.

“You fucking confusing you know that?”

You can barely believe what you’re hearing. “ME? How the fuck am I confusing, Angel? I’ve stayed away from you for months! I don’t text you, even when you text me. We only see each other at the clubhouse. I ignored your late-night drunk calls. How the fuck am I confusing?”

With fast angry steps, you storm toward the fridge and slam it shut before he can grab anything. The act of aggression surprises him, he takes a step back and stares at you.

Your body is almost shaking with anger now. The tense expression on his face melts to something else, amusement. He chuckles and leans into the nearby counter.

“You cute when you’re all pissed off and shit.”

“Oh my god.” you take a deep breath and rest your hands on your hips, “everything's a joke, isn’t it?”

“Not everything.” He tilts his head to the side and smiles. When you don’t, he leans over and smiles wider, “come on, where is it?”

He’s not going to ease it out of you, even though he almost does. You keep control of your expression. The bastard was charming. And this has worked in the past. But you don’t want to get stuck there, you want to move toward the future. A future that might have Manny as part of it. You step around to the other side of the counter and rest your hands on the surface, trying to sort your thoughts.

“Querida,” Angel walks over to you and grabs your shoulder.

“Don’t call me that.” You lift his hand and move a few steps away.

Angel stays where he is and lowers his head, “You know what I was doin' when you texted?”

You raise a brow, “Fucking your problems away?”

Angel chuckles, “naw. I was layin' on the couch, watching that shitty Novela. The one you used to watch with me. I had me thinkin' about you and shit…. about us…about tryin' again.” The vulnerability in his eyes almost melts your heart. But you stay strong. “How's that shit go…third times a charm or whatever? Don’t you wanna see if that's true?”

The weight of this words plus spending all day on your feet hits you all at once. You go to the table and sink into the chair closest to the window. Angel doesn’t say anything, he alternates between staring down at his feet and you.

You take a breath, exhale, then speak, “If we ever find our way to each other again, Angel, it will be as friends. Just friends. Remember that? I miss that version of us. Everything was so easy. So uncomplicated.”

Angel rubs the back of his neck, eyes cast down. You know if he could, he would light a cigarette right now. But he seems respectful of your no-smoking rule. Eventually, he mutters, “I fuckin miss you. This shits got me all fucked up. You think this is easy?” He glances over at you from under his brows.

“For you? Easier. You just drink, smoke and fuck to bury it.”

He scoffs, “It’s not even like that, not all the time. You don’t see all the times I go home alone or fucking drive out to the middle of nowhere just to clear my head. The shit never works by the way.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Angel.”

“I gotta see you every week, without being with you. Don’t get me started on those Yuma motherfuckers. Flirting with you and shit, like I’m not even there. Especially that skinny fuck with the stupid neck tattoo…his ass properly making friendship bracelets with Ez right now.” He shakes his head.

You suppress a laugh and store away the ‘i miss you’ you can't handle that right now.  “You jealous? Ez can have friends you know.”

Angel pulls out the chair across from you and sits with a dramatic sigh. You stare at each other in silence.

You speak first, “I wish you didn’t come over. I had a long ass day and this -" you pause and rub the bridge of your nose, “let’s just do this then.” You open your eyes, “I hope one day we can be friends again; I would like that. But I could never be your girl again, ever. We tried and each time it failed. I don't want to be that person who keeps going back to a fucked situation.”

He’s quiet, eerily quiet. His brown eyes are heavy with pain, anger, and something you can’t name.

“I’ve been hearing you telling people we’re together or hinting at it. You can’t do that. I’m not property. I’m not yours. I was going to ask what you’re telling people but honestly, I’m way too tired Angel. I can’t even - “

He abruptly pushes back in the chair and stands. Cursing under his breath, he glares down at you. “I fucking knew it. Who is he?”

Your eyes locked on his, you lean over the table, “my personal life is no longer any of your business, Angel. You are not allowed to ask that.”

When you don’t back down, he kicks the chair. You rise to your feet.

“No! That is not happening here, you are not breaking my furniture. Go, leave!” You point to direction of the door.

He’s got the look of a wild animal now, chest heaving. He takes a step back, then another. Angel turns and leaves the apartment; you hear the door close behind him followed by his bike roaring up the street.

…

The next morning

Tired isn’t enough to describe how you feel right now. Your eyes float over to the closed door of Templo, they’ve been in there for a while now. Manny arrived at the early end, though he said good morning and greeted you with his usual smile he felt distant.

Angel barreled in on the border of being late, he walked in without acknowledging you, which was fine, you didn’t want to look at him either. You try to keep yourself busy and focus on getting through the day.

When the meeting ends, the door slides open, and members start to refill the room. Some make their way to the bar, and you start putting a few beers on the counter. Your eyes follow the Reyes brothers as they walk out and through the front door, followed by Manny.

The new hire, whose name you refuse to remember, also Angel’s newest poor coping habit, rushes through the door.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. My alarm - “

Narrowing your eyes at her, you step back as she walks behind the bar. “I’m taking a break.” You say and leave her.

Stepping outside, you linger off to the side and watch as a black van pulls up before Ez, Angel and Manny. A man gets out with a middle-aged white guy with a ton of luggage. The scene before you becomes even more bizarre when you notice a kid. When the door opens again, you duck back inside and head to the bar.

When Manny, Ez and Angel don’t return, a knot forms in your stomach. It’s likely Alvarez sent them on a job. Everything was already tense and though your mind doesn’t want to go there, you feel yourself thinking the worst. What if your name came up? What if Manny and Angel had a confrontation?

Working on autopilot, you hand off a few more drinks and hope for the best.

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ANGEL REYES x READER / Spring prompts ! 

A/N: I won’t lie. I missed writing for this man and ofc the premiere amplified that so here goes nothing! + ofc written with black or brown reader in mind. Something light hearted with these possible spring prompts I’m putting out. No promises, I’m kinda rusty since I went on a hiatus that I’m still on…somewhat? Anyways! Hope you like this!

using this list here if you’d like to do your own.

Numbers — #27. Allergies + #24. “I didn’t mean it like that”

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The sun was still peeping through the normally dim home you shared with your sometimes husband, Angel Reyes. It was your day off so you catered to yourself by staying in bed until 11, ordered some food for lunch, and did some light cleaning until your cut off time at 2pm.

Now you sat on your new royal blue couch that you purchased two weeks ago (you stopped asking Angel for his input since he stopped taking it seriously, the only thing he took serious was the price. You needed quality items in the house, and you’d be damned if you continued sitting on the couch he shared intimate moments with others on) in complete comfort with your giggle juice shaking your head at “the ultimatum” on Netflix.

“Colby sure had us in the first half but this is exactly why you can’t trust these shit dudes.” You mumbled as you took a sip from your glass.

Angel suddenly felt the need to plop down, almost sitting on your head until you screamed in protest as he sat on your wavy locks, while you carefully held the glass up in the air.

“Didn’t see you there, thought you’d be sinking into the bed still like this morning. Now I guess you found a new spot.” Angel joked, as he lifted his ass for you to fling yourself upwards with a side eye.

Rolling your eyes, you took another sip of your giggle juice you replied, “don’t play with me.”

Angel laughed as he leaned towards you now, reaching for your glass in which you placed a hand right in the man’s face. The man laughed into your hand before reaching for your wrist to yank it away from his face.

Although your attention was now back on the screen in front of you two, Angel sat up a bit on his elbows to get a good look at you. You looked gorgeous in your loungewear: a teddy sweater, waffle shorts, and tall socks that most definitely looked like his. The tower fan that was off to the side, blew your ringlets onto your face but the open skin that faced him, made him quirk up a brow.

“The fuck is that on your face?” Angel blurted out, eyes in slits.

You shushed Angel as you watched a sudden proposal take place at the dining table on screen, your head tilted to the side in confusion.

That’s when Angel began poking. First at the side of your neck, which now began to itch and then your cheek which hurt.

“Angel! Stop!”

“What is that?!” Angel yelled back.

Huffing you snatched the remote and paused the tv to glare at Angel. “You just got home and you’re annoying me already.”

“I’m annoying?” Angel placed his hand flat against his chest, brows raised, “There’s scales or some shit on your face.”

Glaring at the man you said, “and then you wonder why I act like I don’t know you in public sometimes because you say things like this. When I’m breaking out, you’re not supposed to make me feel like shit about it.”

“That ain’t no break out,” Angel shook his head as he leaned towards you again looking at it, “whatever it is, it ain’t right. What did you do while I was gone?”

“What are implying?” You fired off.

Angel picked up your phone, unlocked it with your face and opened up your camera; holding it up to your face for you to see for yourself.

Shifting your head around you immediately noticed what Angel was talking about. The red blotch on your neck appeared as if it was spreading upwards to your jaw, another was a cluster against your upper right cheek, and another welt was forming on your eyelid.

“See, now if I ain’t say nothing you’d probably be walking around here looking like silkie from fucken teen titans.” Angel placed your phone down, eyeing your reaction.

Huffing you shoved the wine glass into Angel’s chest, who gasped at the jab as you got to your feet.

“Where you going?”

You didn’t bother answering Angel as you left the room, leaving the man to sniff at the almost empty glass before his eyes shifted in thought, then he also got to his feet racing after you.

He found you in the bathroom, inspecting yourself with a pout now forming on your lips. He gave you some space as you opened up the drawers, flinging around some creams.

“What’re doing?”

“Um, I’m trying to fix this! What do you think? You just called me ugly—

“I didn’t say all that and you know that’s far from true.”

Glaring through the mirror, you managed to pull your hair up into a clip and out of the way so that the hives could get some air. You fanned your neck area as it began to itch while you answered, “Silkie from teen titans?”

“You said the thing was cute and that if it was real you wanted one the other damn day!” Angel argued.

“I was drunk.”

“Well…I didn’t mean it like that.” He said, referring to what you felt was a insult.

Silence filled the air until you began scrubbing and washing your hands before you went to rub the cream on your face. Angel felt a smirk appearing on his lips at the image but actually decided against making a crude joke in that moment.

“Maybe it’s this new spring thing you’ve been drinking? What’s in it?” Angel suggested, sniffing it again.

Flinging your hand around in dismissal you disagreed, “I honestly thought it was the dusting I did earlier, I went into a whole sneezing fit then i did my skincare and took a shower and I was fine.”

“And you didn’t notice your body feeling funny later with this?”

“I was too involved in my show, which you ruined my time doing.” You turned to place your back against the counter and crossed your arms, “I thought a little sprite and a little lemon wouldn’t hurt. I tweaked the recipe too!”

Angel pinched the bridge of his nose.

“So you’re telling me you’re allergic to sprite and lemons now?”

You raised your hands in surrender, “we don’t know that for sure! Sprite makes my nose congested and my stomach feels kinda funny afterwards but when has it ever been healthy for anyone? Lemons? Probably. It started with Hank’s mom’s cream cheese lemon bars at his birthday party last year.”

Angel felt his own eye twitch, “Jesus fucking Christ, y/n!”

“Don’t you yell at me, you asshole!”

“I’m yelling because what would of happened if I came in here with you wheezing on the couch instead of talking to the damn air?!”

You blinked as you held your arms out, “well I would hope your husband duties would kick in and you would help me.”

“Help you? Fine, I’m helping you right now! No more sprite and no more fucking lemons you hear me? All that shit is going in the garbage.” He pointed behind him in the direction of the kitchen.

You knew he was right but it’s not like you wanted to hear that shit.

“Whatever.”

“No, it’s not whatever! Sorry for caring about your well-being but you’re really starting to piss me off with your attitude. And for the love of god, I’m getting you some Benadryl before you become unrecognizable!” Angel’s voice boomed off the walls.

The both of you had a stare off with you fanning him away, once again, “well go about your business then, don’t just stand there staring at me.”

He stepped to you then, “whether you like it or not, you are my business. Been that way since you said, ‘I do.’ You can lead the way back to the living room, while I do my job of taking care of your stubborn ass.”

“Stubborn?!” You repeated, taking your time as you led the way out of the bathroom, arms still folded, “I know you ain’t talkin’.”

Angel nudged you forward with his knuckles by the small of your back, which made you swipe a elbow back at him but he side stepped your attack with a chuckle.

Back to the small living room, you took your spot on the couch and unpaused the show while Angel began making obnoxious noise (as usual) in the kitchen. The man made it his mission to search the cabinet, finding the allergy meds and snatched up a bottle of water to bring to you.

“Here.” He offered the items to you, watching you intently as you briefly took your eyes off the screen to actually do what you were told.

Sticking out your tongue mockingly, Angel scowled at you then leaned forward to grip the top of your head to place a kiss there. He got a nice light whiff of vanilla and Shea as he did so before he backed off. He left you alone to finally place the wine glass into the sink and searched the fridge for the mini cans of sprite and bags of lemons, he wasted no time throwing it all in the garbage. He checked two more times for anything else that could be related to your allergic reaction but felt satisfied to find nothing else.

Plopping down beside you with a beer bottle in his hand, he glanced at the tv trying to understand the concept of the show you were binge watching until you reached for his hand.

“Aw, not you trying to hold my hand and shit.” Angel cooed at you while you rolled your eyes, squeezing it tighter.

“I love you, idiot.”

Angel beamed, “I love you too. Might even fuck around and kiss you but I don’t want what you got, you know?” He joked.

That made you snatch your hand from Angel’s while he let out a laugh as you made a praying motion to the ceiling and screamed internally with your lips closed together.

“What you getting mad for? You just said you loved me a few seconds ago.” He rested on your lap.

You tugged on his beard, taking the opportunity to peck his lips before he could protest, “maybe I need to give your ass a ultimatum.”

“For what? Allergies? That ain’t my fault.” Angel lifted his shoulders.

Suddenly you pinched his lips closed, catching the man off guard and let out a sigh of contentment as you focused on the screen and not the itch on your skin.

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Continue along with my spring anthology series here.

[po3ticb3auty]

Rekindle Ch. 1

Who knew coming back to Santo Padre would bring you so many memories and rekindle an old flame.

Miguel x Black Reader x Angel Reyes

A/N: This has been in my head for the LONGEST!!! Due to the way the show is going this fic will not follow it. Miguel and Angel are not brothers. However, they do still work together via the MC and Cartel.

Word Count: 1.1K

WARNINGS: Angst, Cheating, Pregnancy, Cursing

“Miguelito, let’s go we’re here,” You say as it's time to leave the plane.

“Mommy, I’m too comfy,” said Miguelito.

You hold his hand tight while you walk through the maze of the airport looking for the only man who knew of your arrival. “Mommy,” says Miguelito “is Abuelita going to meet us today?”

While placing your hand over your eye to shield from the beaming sun as you walk to the exit you smile down your son “Yes, I'm trying to find him now”

Scanning through the crowd you find him with the sign that says “Tortas Tres Leche”

You let with a little hand though as you pointed to your godfather “Mi Hijo do you see him do you see abuelito? go say hi.”

Do you watch as your son friends to your godfather while you pour your only two bags to meet him “excuse me do you say why in the world does your sign read Tortas Tres Leche?”

Well, that was the favorite dish for you when you and your dad would come for a visit.

Having your godfather mention the absence of your father struck a chord so strong with than you and you felt tears bowling at your waterline.

“Aye, mi Hija I know it’s been a minute, but he’s doing fine you can visit him when you get settled. Now come on, I have the truck today and I have to get back to the MC.”

“Oh, how’s that going?”

“Get settled first and I’ll bring you around.”

“What do I tell everybody?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like do I tell them who I am to you?”

Your godfather stood there for a second pondering on how to answer your question. "You know what," he says, "I think we should see how the guys react to you and then let them know who you are." As always your godfather was the one to watch people squirm and just see how far they would go.

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How are you in Miguelito or getting settled into your new home your phone began to ring

“Hi (Mom) yes we landed safely yes he picked us up and yes we are in the house.”

“Are you sure you want to do this,” your mother asks?

Without giving it a second thought you quickly responded “Yes, it's time,” you say while looking down at your son.

He (your godfather) came through for you not only did he find and secure childcare for your son as well as the house he even had secured employment for you albeit, at the bar with the MC, but it was also better than nothing. You rummage through your clothes to pick out a presentable outfit. It’s been years since you’ve stepped foot in the MC and you knew this time was different especially with your son. Not sure what to wear you picked out a pair of hip-hugging jeans and a low-cut red top to compliment your mocha skin. Since the heat was brutal you decided to put your curls in a high bun that would be easy to undo if the heat let up later that night. Before departing you gave the babysitter Gabby all of your information and told her where you’d be in case anything happened.

“Okay, little one, I’m going to see if I like this job and meet up with your abuelito. Okay?”

“Okay, mommy” he answered while making his dinosaurs eat cars. You tussle his sandy brown hair before kissing him on his forehead.

“Don’t give Gabby a hard time or it’s no Cells At Work.” And with that, you left hopped in your rideshare.

Looking at how much but how little the town has changed you got lost in your thoughts. Here you were back in town and you haven’t even contacted him yet but what would you say? Hey, it’s me…Ummm we need to talk? What if he was too busy? Or caught up in the life he wanted to keep you away from all those years ago. As your mind began to wonder it was cut short by the driver announcing your arrival.

“Ma’am, I’m not sure why you’re here at this club but please for the love of God stay safe.”

You smiled and winked “ who’s to say they don’t need protecting from me?” And with that, the driver left.

As you walked up the steps and into the club you felt eyes well more like daggers on you. You made your way to the bar and introduced yourself to the barmaid.

“ Hi, I’m (Y/N), I was supposed to start working here tonight, I hope I’m not too late,” you say with a smile. “No Sami, you’re early hi I’m Hope, Any friend of Obispo is-,”

“If you don’t mind, I kind of don’t want anybody to know he’s my godfather…not yet anyway I don’t want to be treated differently,” you say with a small smile.

“Ah, I get it. Between me and you, I hope you hold out I would love to see how the guys and some of the girls react to that news.”

All you could do was laugh as you scanned the room. “Guys, what guys all I see are bikers who would much rather chew leather than look my way,” you told Hope. “Hey, you say that now but wait until the prospect and the rest of the guys get here…it’s a sight to see," she said while fanning herself and laughing.

Shrugging your shoulders you followed her behind the bar to get acquainted with the alcohols and beers. While you were wiping down the bar Hope taps your hip and points her chin towards the door. “Damn,” you whispered as the rowdy group of men walked in making the bar more lively.

"What did I tell you," said Hope as your legs clenched. Granted it's been a few ....months or years since you had a proper session but you saw Obisbo out the corner of your eye and proceeded to act natural causing Hope to stifle her laughter.

While you went back to busying yourself with the onset of bikers one of the younger ones yelled "Ay, Prospect go get us a few rounds while we set up the table."

[calif0rnia-lovers]

'writing is hard af & honestly, you're killing it' shoutouts

providing feedback & helping circulate stories is super important. so I put together another group of stories i’ve read recently that left me thinking ‘chef’s kiss. pure perfection.’ it's been a few months since I've done this. check 'em out for your weekend reading. tried to grab some for different characters so there's 19 stories total

including the key I use for my masterlist (bc I know smut isn't the vibe for some)

key: 💦 = NSFW 💙 = Fluff 💔 = Angst 🔥= No Smut, Just Great ST

marvel:

1 a hand to hold | @heyiamthatbitch 💙

pairing: sam wilson x reader

2 a job well done | @angrythingstarlight 💦

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

3 catching Peter Parker’s interest |@supremethunda 💙

pairing: peter parker x black!reader

4 eternal flame (prologue) | @xuberanthartt

pairing: steve rogers x black!oc

5 erase every trace | @angrythingstarlight 💦

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

6 opening up | @pointbreak-odinson 💦

pairing: frank castle x black!reader

7 puffballs | @canumoveurseatup-no 💙

pairing: bucky barnes x black!stark!reader

8 the fourth horseman | @smallestchances 💦

pairing: thor x reader

9 time | @pointbreak-odinson

pairing: sam wilson x reader

10 training day | @piratesfromspace 🔥

pairing: frank castle x reader

11 with great responsibility comes |@basicjetsetter 💔

pairing: peter parker x black!fem!reader

mayans mc

12 are we on a date right now? | @brattyfics 💙

pairing: miguel galindo x black!reader

13 budding romance (part I) | @superhoeva 💙

pairing: angel reyes x florist!woc!reader

14 bullseye | @angelreyesgirl 💙

pairing: angel reyes x reader

15 day dreams | @appropriate-writers-name 💙

pairing: ez reyes x ofc (eliza quintana)

16 ice cream & ferris wheels | @imagineredwood 💙

pairing: creeper vargas x reader

17 little bunny | @thisiswhatshefelt 💦

pairing: ez reyes x black!reader

18 tiktok prank | @jeonsblackgf-writes

pairing: angel reyes x black!reader

henry cavill:

19 the road to paloma | @thetaoofzoe 💙💦

pairing: captain syverson (sandcastle) x you

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Get Your Act Together” - Angel Reyes x Black Reader snippet. Pleaseeee 🙏🏽

Sorry it took a minute to answer. I never got the notification for the ask lovely. It’s not edited so please excuse any mistakes. Hope you enjoy it💓!

Angel Reyes x Black!Reader

Snippet:

“Get Your Act Together”

Your heels clicked over to Angel. Sliding your hands up his chest, you looked up at him with fluttering lashes. Face painted with an innocent expression, you stood on your tiptoes to steal a quick kiss. He smiled down at you thinking he had won. You leaned in and teased him.

“Ass fat. Kitty fat. I got all these men wishing they could have that. Baby, just admit that you love it here,” you smirked trying to get a rise out of him.

Angel kissed his teeth and was about to say something sarcastic, but Ez cut him off, “God, I did not need to know that,” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry, bro but he needs to be reminded of what he’s got at home,” you teased the flustered Mayan.

Kissing his teeth Angel retorted, “you the one acting up. Better chill out before I give you some act right.”

“I mean come on ‘mano, that ass is fat. You better appreciate that fine ass woman,” Coco challenged.

Angel looked at him as if he had lost his mind. It took everything in Ezekiel to keep from laughing.

Still staring at Coco like a mad man he replied, “bitch, do you want me to shoot you? Stop looking at my girl’s ass!”

Ezekiel wanted in on busting his brother's ball’s. Like a typical annoying baby brother, he chimed in, “sister or not. We’re not actual blood, so I’ve gotta agree with Coco, brother-.”

“Don’t finish that fucking statement Ezekiel,” Angel warned.

Ez and Coco exchanged a knowing glance before the words tumbled out of his mouth.

“What? It’s the truth! That’s a nice ass, with a nice set of ti-.”

In a split second Angel was lunging at Ezekiel. With your help, Coco managed to break up the scuffle amongst the brothers.

Feedback is greatly appreciated my loves. Feel free to love and reblog🥰.

[irrelevantwriter]

Masterlist

💖Check out the product of my hyperfixations (both past and current) below. And let me know what you think while you’re at it.💖

*All work is explicit and NSFW unless otherwise stated. 18+ readers only.*

*As a Latina, I generally write from that (WOC) perspective. Most of my content is reader-insert, but I do have OFC content as well. All work will be tagged accordingly.*

Negan (The Walking Dead)

*Devil’s Play (one-shot, A/B/O universe, NSFW, smut, Negan x Female Reader/You)

*Mates (mini-series, A/B/O universe, NSFW, smut, Negan x OFC, Completed)

*Feelings? Fuck Off. (one-shot, NSFW, smut, Negan x Female Reader/You)

*Mommy’s pregnant, Daddy’s sick, and Who’s in the basement? (one-shot, Non-apocalyptic AU, NSFW, smut, Negan x OFC)

*Life In The Fast Lane (one-shot, Non-apocalyptic AU, NSFW, smut, Negan x Female Reader/You)

*Blood In The Water (one-shot, NSFW, smut, Negan x Female Reader/You)

*By The Light Of The Moon (one-shot, NSFW, smut, Negan x Witch!Female Reader/You)

*Daddy Isn’t In Charge (one-shot, Non-apocalyptic AU, NSFW, smut, Negan x Female Reader/You)

*Glutton For Pain (one-shot, Non-apocalyptic AU, NSFW, smut, Negan x Female Reader/You)

**Foreplay Series**

*The Art of Foreplay (Part One, NSFW, smut, Negan x Female Reader/You)**

*Acts of Service (Part Two, NSFW, smut, Negan x Female Reader/You)**

*Pillow Talk (Part Three, NSFW, smut, Negan x Female Reader/You)**

John Winchester (Supernatural)

*Relaxation Is Key (one-shot, NSFW, smut, John x OFC)

*Necessary Evil (one-shot, NSFW, non-con smut, John x Female Reader/You)

Jim Hopper (Stranger Things)

*There’s More To Mornings Besides Coffee and Contemplation (one-shot, NSFW, smut, Hopper x OFC)

*Hopper Can Have Nice Things Too (one-shot, NSFW, smut, Hopper x OFC)

*Noise Complaint (drabble, NSFW, smut, Hopper x Female Reader/You)

*Dinner For One, Dessert For Two (Sequel to Noise Complaint, NSFW, smut, Hopper x Female Reader/You)

*Raspberry (NSFW, smut, Hopper x Female Reader/You)

*Yours (Sequel to Raspberry, NSFW, smut, Hopper x Female Reader/You)

*All Is Fair (one-shot drabble, SFW, fluff, Hopper x Female Reader/You)

*A Gift That Keeps On Giving (one-shot, NSFW, smut, Hopper x Female Reader/You)

*Spellbound (one-shot, NSFW, smut, Hopper x Witch!Female Reader/You)

*Feral (one-shot, NSFW, smut, Hopper x Female Reader/You)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

*Soft Dealers and Dirty Relations (one-shot, NSFW, smut, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

*Heart = Kiss (one-shot, SFW, fluff, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

*Friction (one-shot, NSFW, smut, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

*In This World And Beyond (SFW, angst, mention of character death, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

*Cat Scratch Fever (SFW, fluff, companion piece to In This World And Beyond, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

*Let Me Make It Up To You (one-shot, NSFW, smut, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

*What’s D&D? (one-shot, SFW, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

*Rabbits (one-shot, NSFW, smut, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

*Comfort Me (Part One, NSFW, smut, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

*Comfort You (Part Two, NSFW, smut, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

*In The Wild (SFW, PreschoolTeacher!Eddie blurb)

*Captive Heart (one-shot, NSFW, smut, Dark!Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

*Tactus (one-shot, SFW, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

**Flattery Will Get You Everywhere Series**

*Reputations (Part One, SFW, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

*Haven’t You Heard? (Part Two, SFW, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

*Wait It Out (Part Three, SFW, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

*Shotgun (Part Four, SFW, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

*Busted (Part Five, SFW, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

*Showtime (Part Six, SFW, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

*Sweet Talk, Sweet Motion (Part Seven, NSFW, smut, Eddie Munson x Female Reader/You)

Angel Reyes (Mayans MC)

*Angel’s Goodbye (one-shot, NSFW, smut, Angel x Latina!OFC)

*Feliz Navidad (one-shot, NSFW, smut, Angel x Female Reader/You)

*Want more Angel? Check out my Mayans side-blog here.*

Rio (Good Girls)

**Give and Take series**

*House Call (Part One, NSFW, smut, Rio x Female Reader/You)

*Problem With You (Part Two, NSFW, smut, Rio x Female Reader/You)

*Embracing Misery (Part Three, NSFW, smut, Rio x Female Reader/You)

*No Questions, No Lies (Part Four, NSFW, smut, Rio x Female Reader/You)

*White Flag (Part Five, NSFW, smut, Rio x Female Reader/You)

*Unspoken (Part Six, NSFW, smut, Rio x Female Reader/You)

Fezco (Euphoria)

**Five Senses Series**

*Physical Touch (SFW, Fluff, Fezco x Female Reader/You)

*Taste (SFW, Fluff, Fezco x Female Reader/You)

*Sounds (SFW, Fluff, Fezco x Female Reader/You)

*Scent (SFW, Mild sexual themes, Fezco x Female Reader/You)

*Gaze (NSFW, smut, Fezco x Female Reader/You)

Dracula (BBC)

**Unholy Splendor series**

*Acceptance (Part One, SFW, Dracula x OFC)

*Decadence (Part Two, NSFW, smut, Dracula x OFC)

*Indulgence (Part Three, NSFW, smut, Dracula x OFC)

*Omniscience (Part Four, NSFW, smut, Dracula x OFC)

Simon (The Walking Dead)

*Simon’s Advent Calendar Challenge Day 5: Christmas Movies (one-shot, NSFW, smut, Simon x OFC)

Crossovers/Threesomes/Foursomes (Multi fandom)

*Follow The Leader (one-shot, NSFW, smut, foursome, No Wincest, John Winchester x OFC, Dean Winchester x OFC, Sam Winchester x OFC)

*Three’s Company (one-shot, NSFW, smut, threesome, Negan x Female Reader/You x Jim Hopper)

[berberriescorner]

A rose for you! 🌹

Here you go @drabbles-mc💜

This is from one of my Angel Reyes fic's (untitled at the moment) that's sitting in my wip folder 😂. I'm hoping to find some inspiration to finish it.

“Mi dulce, I need you to learn the difference between, ‘come for me, come with me, and come inside me.’ It’s extremely important, ma.”

“Or you can stop listening to my d*ck drunk ass and just pull the fuck out, Angel. It could all be so simple, papa.”

If anyone else is interested leave a 🌹 in my inbox and I’ll share a line from a WIP.

[spookiekewchie]

Don’t Play

Characters: Angel Reyes x woc!reader 

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Basically I watched Coyote Ugly recently and thought well what if a bar similar to that popped up in Santo Padre? And what if the guys heard about the newest watering hole and decided to go see what the hype was about for themselves. And what if Angel Reyes was ready to risk it all for a bartender with a slick mouth and a whole lotta attitude. 

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Raunchy language? Idk it’s gonna be some spicy dialogue or whatever

A/N: So this is my first time ever dipping my way into this side of tumblr so bear with me. i tried to keep the reader’s description vague beyond a few specifics (full lips, curly hair, brown eyes), body type is kept vague on purpose. Graphic by me, and the dividers are by @firefly-graphics​

PART 2​

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“The hell you mean they got girl’s dancing on the bar and putting their titties in your face?” Angel questions incredulously as Coco tells him about the bar he found himself stumbling into the other night. At first the Mayan was prepared to keep it his little secret, but after a couple visits he couldn’t hold onto the secret any longer. 

“Look man, just shut up and come with us tonight. See for yourself.” Coco replied, taking a drag from the joint between his lips with a shrug. He wasn’t going to beg Angel to come along, he’d already convinced Gilly, EZ, and a few others to come along since Bishop had given them some down time that evening. “It’s not like you got a old lady to answer to, you might as well come with us man.” Coco said, earning himself a dirty look from Angel for the comment. It wasn’t in the man’s plans to go anywhere but to his house for some sleep, but if there was a new bar in town that had even half of what Coco had boasted about then there was no way he wouldn’t be going. 

“Whatever man, just let me know when y’all wanna meet up and I’ll be there.” He finally said, ignoring the smug grin on Coco’s face as he relented and gave up on his plans of solitude and sleep. Angel didn’t know it yet, but going to the bar would be one of the best decisions of his life.

The group of Mayans rolled up outside of the bar, Angel’s attention immediately going to the name of the place. “Diosas? Sounds like a fucking strip club man.” He commented, but said nothing further when he caught sight of the line that was wrapped around the building. Coco must have noticed, because before Angel could complain about it, Coco was already boasting about how Mayans didn’t have to wait in line because he knew the bouncer. That shut angel up, and with a shrug he fell in step with his brothers as they strode up to the entrance, and true to Coco’s word they were waved right past the line. 

The first thing Angel noticed when he entered was the rowdy crowd, then it was the two bartenders up on the bar dancing, but all of that ceased to exist the second his eyes landed on you behind the bar. “Aye, aye man who is that?” Angel questioned, hand clapping down hard on Coco’s shoulder as he pointed you out. Coco only chuckled, already knowing just how this whole thing was going to play out. 

“Oh that’s Y/N, yeah man she’s real sweet. You’d like her.” Coco answered, obviously lying about how sweet you were, but Angel had stopped listening once he had your name, and was making a beeline for the bar. It took some effort, the Mayan having to shove his way through the crowd to get to the bar but when he finally made it his mouth suddenly felt dry. 

Damn. He thought to himself. She looks good as fuck. His gaze burned into you, dragging over your curves shamelessly as you mixed drinks and poured shots with a good deal of flair. He couldn’t help but admire the swell of your breasts, and the curve of your ass, or the smoothness of your skin that he could swear had all the glow to it that a goddess should have. It was the brown eyes, the full lips that spread into the prettiest smile, and the curls that bounced effortlessly with each move you made that truly had him captivated though. “Aye hermosa, can I get some shots of Patrón for me and my boys?” He called out, getting your attention as you delivered drinks to a couple standing beside him. Soon enough his boys were flanking him at the bar, people starting to give the bikers more space than they usually would anyone else. 

You didn’t immediately answer him, attention going to Coco who got a big smile from you and even a kiss to the cheek as you greeted him. “Coco Puff!” You exclaimed, earning a groan from him at the nickname, and some raised brows and plenty of laughter from the men at the bar. “Tasha’s been asking about you, you better say hi before you leave.” You told him, lining up shot glasses for the men and turning your attention to Angel who was looking both confused, and amused at the exchange. 

“So uh, am I gonna get a kiss too?” The question was out of his mouth before he could stop it, and judging from the raised brow and look of amusement from you it was at least not being taken in offense. 

“I don’t know, are you going to tip as well as Coco Puff does?” 

Coco groaned again at the utterance of the name. 

Angel on the other hand decided to double down on his flirting and went for his tried and true method of raunchy and teasing. “Aye mama, if it's a tip you want I got a big one for you right here.” The guys simply shook their heads, already able to tell that Angel’s usual tactics were not going to work on you, and boy were they right. You shot the man a look as you poured the shots, sliding them in front of each Mayan as you leaned forward against the bar and let Angel get a view of the ample cleavage that your low cut top had to offer. 

“Boy don’t play with me. I’ll suck ya soul right out ya dick, and have you ready to die bout me before you even get a chance to hit.” And with that you picked up the shot that was meant for Angel and downed it as he stared open mouthed in shock that you had not only matched his energy, but had him mentally clutching his pearls. One of the men beside him whistled low, shaking his head before knocking back his shot with a grin. 

“Oh man, you’re so fucked.” It was Gilly that spoke, as EZ’s hand clapped against his brother’s back as you moved on to serve other customers. The younger Reyes could already tell that Angel was going to not let this go, you were on his radar now.

[spookiekewchie]

Don’t Play (part ii)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Angel Reyes x woc!reader

Summary: Round 1 went to you, but our favorite himbo isn’t giving up that easy.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: More raunchy language, cursing in general, suggestive moments, some tension.

A/N: Part two of whatever it is that this mess is turning out to be lmao. if there’s any errors or typos my bad, i gave it a look over before posting but i probably missed something knowing me. Graphic by me, and the divider are by @firefly-graphics​

Part 3

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Weeks passed since that first encounter with Angel, and despite your slick mouth and smartass comments, the man just kept coming around. Not just him though, other members of the MC had started to come around to the bar as well. Tonight it was him, and a couple new faces that you learned belonged to Hank, and Creeper. Apparently more would be showing up later, a rather exciting bit of news for the thirst buckets you had to work with. “Girl, are you still playing games with Angel?” Tasha questioned, looking over your shoulder at the man whose gaze was fixed on your ass as you purposefully leaned against the bar with your hip poked out. “Because your man really looks like he’s trying to bury his face in something tonight.” 

“Okay first of all, he’s not my man. He’s just the homie. Second of all, you know why.” You told her, looking behind you to see for yourself that Angel was indeed looking like a man that had been starved. It brought a little sigh to your lips before you checked yourself and turned back to the woman standing in front of you with an apologetic look on her face. Tasha had been your best friend since you drove into Santo Padre looking for a fresh start and a clean break from a controlling ex. She knew all about the reservations you had, and the reasons behind why you always kept things at a certain level when Angel started with his flirting. You also knew that if you didn’t change the subject soon she’d be trying to give you a pep talk. “Third of all, aren’t you the one still waiting for Coco to shoot his shot?” That proved to be distraction enough for Tasha, shutting her right up, but not before she snapped the towel in her hands against your ass. It had you jumping with a faux offended “Bitch!” and a laugh as your hand rubbed at the spot through the tight shorts hugging your curves. 

“Damn, that looked like it hurt. You want me to rub it for you, hermosa?” Came the voice from behind you. You didn’t even need to turn around to recognize the sound of it as Angel’s, you chuckled turning around to face him with your usual flirty smile. You thought that after that first encounter he’d know better than trying to flirt with you like that, but Angel had recovered swiftly from the shock you had put him through. Now the two of you had fallen into this tit for tat game of flirting and teasing. 

“I’m fine, I can take the pain.” You tell him, catching the way he licks his lips at the suggestive answer. Your elbows propped up on the bar as you went up onto your tip toes so that you could lean in towards Angel who in turn was eagerly leaning forward as well. “Thanks for the offer though, I’m sure you got a lot of experience with rubbing things out.” Your smirk was teasing, and Angel could only scoff before the laugh was rumbling out of him. 

“Oh c’mon, mama! You gonna do me like that?” You shrugged at his question, grinning as you pushed off from the bar. “I don’t know why I come here. The customer service is terrible.” He joked, earning him a knowing look. Every single person within a five mile radius knew why Angel kept coming back to the bar, and why he took every chance he could to get your attention. It was almost sweet, a little bit sexy as well, knowing that a dangerous man like him was willing to make a whole fool of himself because he was feeling you. You were about to reply when you heard Tasha making her way back over, looking very much like she was about to ask you for an inconvenient favor. 

Turned out you were right, she needed something from the back. A couple cases of beers, to be exact. Before you could even answer, Angel was jumping from the bar stool that he had been sitting on and volunteering to help you get the cases that were needed behind the bar. “Oh that’s so sweet, go on. We like a man that’s willing to do some heavy lifting.” Tasha’s reply had you suddenly suspicious that she didn’t need shit from the store room, but you went along with it anyway and led Angel to the back regardless. 

“You know I can do my own heavy lifting, right?” You questioned once in the room. Angel scoffed, shaking his head as he stepped forward and crowded into your space with a smirk. 

“I know, doesn’t mean I’m gonna let your fine ass do the heavy lifting when I’m around.” Now it was your turn to scoff, rolling your eyes as your hands dropped to your hips when you rounded on him with a raised brow. 

“Let me? Who said you get to let me do a damn thing? You ain’t my fuckin daddy.” You knew you should have just let it go, he was just trying to be a gentleman, and instead there you were challenging him on it. The way his eyes narrowed slightly had you really questioning if maybe you had did too much, but then he was replacing your hands against your hips with his own. And that damn smirk was back on his face. The rough pads of his thumbs brushed a back and forth pattern against the exposed flesh at your midriff, it had you stuck for a moment before you tried to take a step back only to find his grip firm. Heat was flooding your body, skin feeling warm under his touch and for a rare moment you didn’t have a smartass comment for him. Leaning down he simply reminded you of the difference in height between you two, and it was yet another thing about him that had your panties getting damp. It definitely didn’t help when his next words were a raspy whisper against her ear.

“I could be, but you playin.” Oh that had you quiet for a moment, and Angel took full advantage of it as he spun you back around. “Now stop being difficult and show me what you need before they come looking for us.” You shivered slightly as Angel’s lips brushed against the shell of your ear, and the choice of how he phrased his words wasn’t lost on you. Face hot, and goosebumps prickling up along your flesh you stepped forward, glad that he let his grip drop so that you could focus on something other than the nasty thoughts that had invaded your mind in a near instant. Angel must have noticed that he’d gotten to you because when you next turned to face him the grin on his face was wide. 

“A case of Corona, and a case of Modelo.” You pointed out the cases, watching as the man strode by with a little bounce in his step. You would have rolled your eyes if you hadn’t noticed the way the muscles of his arms shifted and bulged once he had the two cases in hand. “Just take them to the bar please.” You said, clearing your throat and forcing your eyes to go anywhere but on Angel who seemed to be enjoying finally getting you back for all those slick comments that you just loved to send his way. Watching him stride his way back to the front to deliver the cases, you took a moment to just stand there and get yourself back in check. One thought ran through your mind over and over again though. 

Oh girl, you’re so fucked.

[spookiekewchie]

Don’t Play (part iii)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Angel Reyes x woc!reader

Summary: A party, some drama, an apology, some tension, and a moment. 

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: More raunchy language, cursing in general, suggestive moments, some tension. A touch of angst, mention of a toxic ex. Also Angel’s POV for a hot couple seconds. 

A/N: Part three of whatever it is that this mess is turning out to be lmao. There will be a part four to this. If there’s any errors or typos my bad, I gave it a look over before posting but I probably missed something knowing me. 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.

“Let me get this straight,” Coco started, pausing to puff on his cigarette for a moment as he looked over at Angel. “You want me to invite Tasha to the party, so she can bring your girl?” Was this fucking highschool? What kind of pass the note type of shit was Angel trying to pull. 

“Look man, I want her to come to the party, you know, let her see me in my element.” Angel explained, rubbing a hand at the back of his neck. “But kou know damn well if I ask her myself she’s gonna have some smartass comment and an excuse why she can’t come to the party. And if you ask her then she’s going to know that you’re asking for me. She’s fucking smart man, she’ll see through that shit.” Coco was starting to see where Angel was going with this now, and it almost amused him to know that Angel had neve worked this hard to get a girl to come around him before. “If you ask Tasha and tell her to bring some friends, then it’ll just look like you’re finally manning up and asking her out, and one of those friends is sure to be Y/N because Tasha is her best fucking friend.” The fact that Angel had even paid enough attention to put this scheme together and that it actually wasn’t that ridiculous and had a good chance of working spoke to just how much he was really feeling you. 

Normally he wouldn’t have bothered, but dammit if there wasn’t something about you that had him going as far to scheme just to get you to a damn party.

It was you and a couple of girls from the bar that had decided to go to the party. Well, more like Tasha threatened to kidnap you and make you go if you even thought about saying no. So there you were standing beside Tasha in her bathroom inspecting the outfit she’d insisted that you wear. A pair of tight high waisted shorts that made your ass poke out even more, and the top well that was a cropped halter that forced you to go braless for the night. Turning this way and that in the mirror you gave a sigh of consideration at your outfit choice. You weren’t doing it up to the nines, but you were still dressed to catch someone’s attention. A certain six foot three Mayan who you were getting a little too fond of. 

“You think Angel is gonna be there?” You questioned absently, instantly regretting it when you caught the look that Tasha shot your way in the mirror. 

“I’m pretty sure he’s going to be there, and I’m guessing that’s why you wore your man catching shorts.” Tasha replied, calling you out. She wasn’t wrong, these shorts had never failed you and the fact that you were about to sashay your ass right into the Mayan’s clubhouse wearing them meant only one thing. You wanted Angel’s attention, and you wanted to make him sweat a little while you were at it. 

You couldn’t even justify yourself against that, and the only response was a roll of your eyes as you applied your lip gloss and finished primping for the night. 

Before you knew it you were in the front seat of Tasha’s car, laughing and chopping it up with your girls and the trip to the Mayan’s clubhouse went by faster than expected. Looking out the window your brow quirked up a little higher, not sure what you were expecting from a Biker clubhouse or how many people would actually be there. You don’t stress on it though, doing a final check in the visor mirror and ignoring the teasing from your girl’s about making sure you were looking good for Angel. The second your strappy stiletto heeled feet touch the ground you could feel eyes on you and your group, a few wolf whistles coming from different directions sounded and all four of you could only roll your eyes at the attention as your small group headed for the main building. 

The second you enter your eyes scanned the place, easily finding the person you were looking for leaned up against the wall. And of course there was some groupie practically hanging off of him as he barely engaged in the conversation. You didn’t make a move towards him, instead following Tasha over to where she spied Coco playing cards. All the while you kept sight of Angel from the corner of your eyes, curious at how he’d behave with a groupie practically throwing herself at him. All in all he seemed uninterested, and distracted. Every now and then glancing up as if he were looking for someone. Was he looking for you? It was a question that you didn’t get to wonder about for too long before some guy approached you and got too close for comfort.  

“Damn girl, that ass is looking fat. How about you and me go find somewhere private and get to know each other better?” 

Oh hell no. 

“How about you learn the difference between a god damn groupie and an invited guest.” Came the rasp of Angel’s voice from behind you, his response effectively saving the idiot from the verbal dragging that you were about to unleash. Whoever the man was he seemed to know better than to fuck with Angel and instead waved the two of you off and stumbled his way elsewhere. “You uh, you just getting here?” He questioned, eyes diverting to you once the nuisance was far enough away. 

“We got here about ten minutes ago.” 

“So you just been in here this whole time and you ain’t come find me? I’m hurt, ma.”  Angel shook his head, lifting a hand to his heart as if he were truly wounded. “Especially when you lookin’ that good.” His bottom lip caught between his teeth for a moment and you swore you felt something fluttering in your stomach. “Imma be chasing these fools off all night.” 

That earned him an eye roll and a kiss of your teeth as you shook your head, but the laugh on your lips gave away just how much you weren’t hating that thought. Regardless, you were a mere second away from reminding the Mayan that he wasn’t your man when a voice called out to Angel. 

And then blonde hair suddenly whipping into your face as the same groupie from earlier appeared in front of you.

She’s not coming. Angel thought, eyes flicking over to the door that led out to the lot. Nah, Coco said Tasha was going to make sure she came to the party tonight. He thought a second later, restlessly tapping his finger against the beer bottle in his hands. 

“Right, baby?” The whiny voice of the cheap dyed-blonde groupie that’s been latched onto him since he showed up cut through his thoughts. God he wished she would just shut the fuck up. Angel wasn’t even listening to what this girl was saying, much less interested in fucking her like she was clearly hoping for. 

“Yeah, right.” He replied absently, lifting the beer bottle to his lips to take another drink as his eyes scanned the room again. Damn, still not here. He thought, not realizing that he just missed you walking in a minute ago. It wasn’t until he heard the drunk hangaround telling someone that they had a fat ass that he looked up. That got his attention, at the very least he’d get a laugh out of watching the idiot get shot down. The girl’s were up for grabs for any of the MC, but hangarounds? Nah they didn’t have to give them the time of day. 

Only problem was the girl this hangaround was trying to make a move on was Y/N. “Damn.” Angel muttered, setting his half empty beer aside and dismissing the blonde groupie with a haphazard wave as he told her to go get him another drink. Something she happily rushed off to do, and it gave the man the perfect opportunity to make his way over to where you were seconds away from giving the idiot a piece of your mind. 

He didn’t give you the chance, no way was Angel going to let you be harassed while he was around. Soon enough the hangaround was retreating, and he was able to fully focus on you. And focus he did, eyes raking over you as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Those shorts, he was going to have to figure out a way to get you to not wear those if he wasn’t around because the way they had your ass sitting...shit if it hadn’t been for him pretty much making the other guys swear they wouldn’t make a move on you he was sure that he’d have some competition right about now. Angel was fully prepared to keep on admiring, eyes shamelessly taking you in.

That was until the blonde groupie made her reappearance and in a show of petty disrespect purposefully flicked her cheaply dyed blonde locks into your face as he stood directly in front of you as if you weren’t there talking to Angel. “Here you go baby, I got that beer you asked for.” 

You could tell from the look on Angel’s face that he was not amused or impressed. In fact the man looked downright irritated that this tacky bitch had interrupted your conversation. You on the other hand were pissed that this trick was trying to pretend that she didn’t see you standing there, and had the nerve to flip her damn hair in your face. Also that she was trying to run interference between you and Angel. 

“Oh thank you, I didn’t know the clubhouse had bottle service. If y’all got any Hennessey back there I’d love a bottle.” You chimed, stepping around the groupie and plucking the bottle of beer right from her hand as you moved to stand right between her and Angel. If you weren’t feeling so petty you might have just stepped to the side, but no. You had to beat this bitch at her own game and now you were standing there with Angel close enough behind you that you could feel him pressed up against your ass. Clearly he wasn’t complaining, and you were pretty sure you could hear a chuckle coming from above your head. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are!?” The blonde scoffed, not taking the hint or simply thinking there was a chance for her. 

“I’m thinking I’m the person that just spared you, but if you wanna keep trying me I have no problem dragging your ass outside by those cheap ass extensions and whupping yo ass into next week.” You couldn’t see it, but somehow you knew Angel was behind you sporting a proud smile. As for the others around you, apparently you’d drawn a small crowd who were hoping to see two women go at it. Unfortunately the blonde gave up, and backed off with a huff. “That’s what I thought, skank.” You spat out, earning a few chuckles before the party resumed as if nothing had just happened. Now you just had to deal with the man standing behind you grinning like he knew something that you didn’t. 

“You don’t gotta fight over me, mi dulce. I wasn’t even checking for that girl.” Angel said, acting as if he were talking to a possessive girlfriend. Which...you were definitely not. You were not his girlfriend. 

“Oh please, that was not about you. That was me letting these bitches know I’m not the one to play with.” You told him with a scoff, waving him off as you turned around to shove the bottle of beer into his hands with a huff. Shit, you really just showed your possessive side for this man. This was quickly becoming a problem, you aren’t trying to be this man’s old lady. At least that was what you kept telling yourself as a means to convince you that Angel was just the homie, just a friend that you flirted with and said things to that you would never say to someone who was just a friend. Okay maybe you liked Angel more than as just a friend, but that didn’t change the fact that you were still reeling from the aftermath of a toxic relationship with a controlling man that still had you resistant to entertaining another relationship just yet. “I’m gonna go get a drink, and find Tasha.” The sudden shift in your mood was noticed almost immediately by Angel, but you didn’t give him a chance to question it before you were walking off and despite your words you didn’t get another drink. You went outside, needing some fresh air and a moment to think. 

“I knew you’d come crawling back.” You shuddered involuntarily, the phrase bringing back bad memories. 

“Ugh, not you again. Shouldn’t you be kissing some biker’s ass right about now and not getting on my last damn nerve?” You spat, it was the same asshole from earlier that Angel had chased off except now he was definitely drunk. You knew because when he grabbed you the strong smell of beer on his breath almost knocked you on your ass. “Hey, get the fuck off of me!” Now he was really bringing back bad memories. Your ex used to act like this, pushy, and controlling. Always wanting what he wanted when he wanted with no care about how you felt or what you wanted. Your stomach flipped in the worst way, panic rising as you tried to yank yourself free of the drunk’s grip. 

For a moment the fear that he’d drag you off somewhere before someone noticed what was going on filled your mind. Then in the next second the man was on the ground, dirt flying up in a small cloud as Angel came flying out of the clubhouse and laid the man out with a thunderous punch. The beating he doled out was vicious, and it just added to the irrational panic that had hit you. 

“Angel, Angel! Stop!” 

“Fuck this asshole, he’s fucking dead.” He spat, and you swear you’d never seen Angel this pissed off before. In a normal situation it wouldn’t have bothered you, but in the mind state you were currently in it was too much. 

“Please, just stop. Fucking stop it!” You caught his arm in the air, and you were thankful that he was at least mindful of his surroundings to not follow through lest he pull you right off balance in the heels you were wearing. 

“Get this bitchass out of here. And I better not see his ass around here again.” He fumed, and just like that the drunk, and now battered hangaround was being dragged off to who knew where as Angel turned his attention onto you. “Are you okay?” 

“What the fuck was that, Angel!?” 

He recoiled at your accusatory tone, and in the moment you knew you were in the wrong for snapping at him when he’d done nothing wrong. 

“Just...don’t touch me, I’m fucking fine.” You snapped again, moving away when he went to reach out to you. Angel recoiled again, confusion, and hurt swimming in his gaze, and you hated that you were too deep into this to pull yourself out and just talk to him. Instead you started walking, pulling your phone out of your purse and scrolling through the apps. 

“Where the hell are you going, Y/N?” 

“I’m calling an Uber, I’m going home.” 

Angel rushed forward, putting himself in your path with his hands raised in surrender to let you know that he wasn’t about to try touching you again. “Don’t do that, let me have EZ take you home.” You didn’t say anything, eyes still downcast as they lingered on your phone screen. “Please? Just...look, I don’t know what I did to piss you off, but I don’t want you leaving by yourself and having to worry about if you got home safe. Let me just go get my brother to give you a ride. Okay?” He paused, bending down a little look at you as you nodded reluctantly. The rational part of you recognized that he was right, it was safer letting EZ drive you home than some stranger on a rideshare app. It only made you kick yourself more as Angel led you over to a small group of people to wait while he went inside and got his brother. It only took a few minutes, and when Angel returned with his brother in tow he didn’t say much beyond letting you know that he told Tasha you were getting a ride home because you weren’t feeling well. 

Then he left, looking like a man that had just had his hopes crushed as he stalked back inside and left you with a confused EZ to drive you home. 

After the incident at the party you hadn’t seen Angel again, and now it was going on two weeks. You’d had time to calm down, and realize that you owed him an apology at the very least. You’d snapped at him, and treated him poorly and he still had the decency to respect your wishes while making sure you got home safely. Things he wasn’t obligated to do but had done without hesitation, he was a good man and clearly there was more to him than the flirt you’d grown accustomed to. Unfortunately he never came around to give you the chance to say any of that. The other guys made their appearances at the bar, chatted with you and kept things light but you could tell that they were curious about what happened. They didn’t ask though, it wasn’t their business. It wasn’t until EZ came in one night that you finally asked him what was up with Angel, he hadn’t come by and no one seemed willing to tell you what was going on with him. EZ just sighed and did his best to explain. 

“I don’t know what happened, he won’t talk about it. I just know he’s hurt by whatever happened, been glowering and moody ever since.” He had explained and damn did that make you feel bad. “I know it’s not my place, but I think you should talk to him.” 

If only it was that easy. In the end you ended up giving EZ your number and told him to make sure Angel got it along with the message that you wanted him to call you.

Another two days passed, and Angel hadn’t called. At that point you were sure that he was done with you, and really you couldn’t blame him. 

That was the thought running through your mind as you stood inside Carnicería Reyes thankful that Felipe was observant enough to avoid the subject of Angel when he noticed the slight drop in your smile at the initial mention of the Mayan. All you wanted was to get the steak you had come for, and get out of there. Sweet as Felipe always was to you, he was still Angel’s father and that was enough of a reminder of how much you had fucked up what could have at least been a good friendship. 

Imagine your surprise when the sound of a motorcycle approached and stopped outside the shop. Fuck. It was Angel. You approached the counter, peering over it to see what was taking Felipe so long to get your steak prepared and wrapped when the sound of the bell over the shop’s door rang. 

“Hey pop, EZ said you needed to see me?” Angel’s voice shouldn’t have sent a thrill through you the way it did, but after not hearing it for exactly two weeks and two days you had to admit that you had missed the sound of it. Damn bitch, you got it bad. You thought to yourself as you watched Felipe turn around and give his son an almost convincing look of confusion. 

“No, I'm good. But since you’re here, can you keep Y/N company while I get her order?” He framed it as a question, but before Angel could even speak the man was walking off to the back of his shop. Meanwhile you were standing there in confusion, trying to figure out what he had been doing for the past fifteen minutes while you waited on the steak you thought he was getting for you. Clearly the old man was more cunning than you expected, because clearly he had set you up and now you were standing there awkwardly wondering what the fuck you were supposed to do in this situation. 

Thankfully Angel broke the silence first. “Hey.” That was all he said, but that was all you needed to finally turn around and look at him. God you hated this, it was so far from your usual demeanor around him but you truly felt so bad for how things had gone that night that it had you all out of sorts. 

“I’m sorry.” You blurted out, watching as the man’s brow furrowed in confusion for a moment. “The night of the party I freaked the fuck out on you, and you didn’t deserve that.” You explained, and you could damn near see the wheels turning in his head as he nodded. 

“Nah it’s cool, it’s whatever.” His reply didn’t make you feel any better, clearly he still had some reservations. 

Dammit this man was really about to make you use your words. 

“It’s not cool, Angel. I wasn’t even upset with you, you didn’t do anything.” You explained, and that seemed to get his attention, and brow raising as if to say ‘well then what the fuck were you upset about’. You sighed, hand raising to brush an errant curl from your face. “That guy, the one you beat up, he did some shit that triggered me and I just couldn’t deal with it in the moment.” 

That seemed to make him relax, a look of understanding seeming to flit over his features as he took a tentative step closer to where you stood. “I got an ex that left some bad memories, that controlling, entitled shit that the idiot pulled that night just-” You didn’t finish the explanation, just shaking your head with a roll of your eyes and bitter laugh. 

“I thought I scared you.” Angel admitted after a beat of silence, and then it was your turn to look confused. “After you saw me kick the shit out of that fucker, I thought you were scared of me and that was why you freaked out.” You laughed suddenly at the admission from Angel, not mocking or teasing, but almost as if there was an inside joke that only you were privy to. 

“God no, honestly in any other situation I would have probably been into it knowing that you were willing to beat a guy's ass over me.” Now he realized what was so funny to you, and that he really hadn’t done anything wrong that night. It was enough to bolster the man to take a few more long strides in your direction until he was close enough to tip your chin up to meet his gaze. 

“Still am.” He confirmed, the raspy timbre of his voice dropping an octave. That had your pussy fluttering, and it seemed just like that you and Angel were picking up where you left off. Maybe you should be thanking Felipe for meddling. 

“Behave, we’re in your dad’s shop.” You told him, shaking your head with a barely contained smile on your lips that only seemed to make Angel grin in return. 

“Yeah we are. What are you getting?” 

“Steak.” 

“You planning on inviting me to dinner?” 

Angel’s question had you scoffing and rolling your eyes in disbelief as you took a step away from him to peer over the counter to try and see just where Felipe had disappeared to. “I can’t cook for you.” 

The Mayan tipped his head to one side, a look of amused confusion on his face as he regarded you curiously. “Why the fuck not? I like to eat.” 

Ah there he was, the cheeky Angel that you had grown fond of. “If I cooked for you, then you’d be trying to marry me.” You told him, causing the man to raise a brow as if to say ‘oh really’. “And I’m still not even sure you can handle my ass.” You added, not one to miss a chance to be a smartass around him. By the time you turn your head to shoot a sly smirk his way, Angel was already closing in on you and before you knew it he had you backed into a wall with a look in his eyes that clearly spelled trouble. 

“You and that slick mouth are gonna find out just how well I can handle your ass if you don’t stop playin.” Angel’s words had heat rushing straight to your core, walls clenching at the thought of it. 

A loud bang coming from behind the counter had you jumping slightly, not expecting Felipe to be standing there wrapping your steak finally. “Not in my shop, you won’t.” He said, causing a puff of laughter to escape Angel as he backed off you with a smirk that said he knew he’d be proving himself sooner rather than later. Stopping on his way out, he threw a bill down onto the counter and instructed his father to give you the change. Felipe of course would hear nothing of you paying for your own steak, leaving you to accept the change from Angel’s money. 

It was later in the evening as you ate dinner that your phone went off with a notification of a new text message from none other than your favorite Mayan.

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Angel Reyes X WOC

“Love is blind despite the world’s attempt to give it eyes.”

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If This Is Our Destiny 1

Angel Reyes x f reader* (past?) | Manny x f reader *

**woc & black readers to the front. I also imagine her as shorter bc Angel is tall as fuck, but she does not have to be. Anyone can read. I’ll give her a nickname eventually, so she can be read as an OC too 😁 options!

Words: 1,058

Warnings: shootout mentioned, fear of almost dying, mentions of sex life

Is this an official fic? A series of one shots? I don’t know yet just going on the ride.

An: Manny has the Good Girls tattoo not the weird one. Let’s imagine the sexy one 😁 If you are one of the 3-8 people who read my late night version, it has been revised with new details added today! 

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Angel Reyes was a drug. One you tried to quit too many times. Working at the Mayans clubhouse didn’t make it easier, but it was decent pay and it felt like home; you didn’t want to lose that yet, even if it meant seeing Angel. The job fit your schedule perfectly, and that was hard to find. Plus, Santo Padre wasn’t what it used to be, you didn’t really have a bunch of options at this point.

Your on again off again ride with the eldest Reyes brother started innocently enough, you were friends, good friends. In hindsight the moment sex got involved, no matter how damn good it was, that was the end. He was addictive, his kiss, his touch, the way his body and yours became one. It was some real next level shit. The kind that feels too good to be true.

But Angel was complicated, stubborn, explosive and selfish. Things that were easier to accept and digest as his friend, but became harder to swallow as his lover, especially when you became his girl. Angel was complex, he was all the above and one of the most sensitive people you’ve ever known, his heart was guarded, yet fragile.

All his unresolved shit, his lack of communication skills and reactive nature led to both of your breakups, including the most recent one. You knew there were only two realistic outcomes for you and Angel at this point, to somehow go back to being friends, or cut off all ties.

Right now, you were in some weird space you couldn’t define. He didn’t take anything well, especially not this last break up and for the last couple of months he’s been giving you the cold shoulder, the famous Angel Reyes silent treatment.

During this time you maintained a close relationship with the youngest Reyes, Ez and their father, Felipe. Felipe wasn’t an easy man to impress but he adored you, the feeling was mutual.

Angel was always a rolling stone, you knew that. And he had terrible coping mechanisms so when he started sleeping with the most recent club hire, you knew it was to piss you off. It worked. But you wouldn’t let him see it, you wouldn’t give him the win.

All of this made things harder at the club house, then the attack happened. It was around this time you seriously contemplated leaving it all behind. Not that you shared this with anyone, but you still had nightmares and what you were sure was mild ptsd after the event. It was the longest night of your life. You were thankful you made it out unharmed, but mentally, it did take a toll.

- Flashback -

Trying to hide your shaking hands, you continue to light more candles, bringing some light to the darkened room. Being club adjacent, you’ve seen and heard some shit but you were never this close to the full scale violence of it all. It was terrifying.

You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until you feel a hand on your shoulder, looking down you recognize those fingers, those rings instantly. It’s him.

“Hey, how you holdin up?” He asked, his voice heavy with concern.

You don’t look at him, you can’t. So you fix your gaze on his fingers and the way he feels behind you. “I’m okay.”

So this is it. This is how the silent treatment ends. A night where we may all die and now he talks to me?

Angel gave your shoulder a slight squeeze. When he speaks your name, you lose your reserve and turn to look up at him. His face is tense with worry, his brown eyes heavy with a mix of sadness and something else you can’t put a finger on.

Before you could find an excuse to move away from him, Angel pulls you into his arms, hugging you close. You tried to stay stiff, to ignore the way he feels and smells. You can't fall back into this. You have to stay strong.

- Flashback over -

That was two months ago now. And you did stay strong that day, and the days after, but it was close to going the other way. He was asked to stay over, you declined. Since then, you’ve been distracted trying to survive and adjust to all the recent changes.

Part of you wanted to leave. You weren’t sure what would come of all this, or how long Santo Padre had left. Everything was uncertain, everyone on edge. You started to slowly detach yourself, if the end was coming, you wanted to be prepared. Maybe you’d move out of state, pick a new place and start over. A place with no MC wars, a place with no Angel Reyes. The other part of you wanted to stay, though you had no idea why.

Maybe having so many distractions was good, you didn’t have much time to dwell on the fate of you and Angel Reyes. You had more hours now, and more work due to the overcrowded clubhouse.

Bishop was demoted, Alvarez was back as President, Canche’s men and what remained of the Yuma chapter were here. Everything was so different and still changing in this rapid, chaotic pace.

Amidst all the changes was one surprise: Manny. You weren’t looking to fall for anyone, you weren’t even interested in a light fling right now. But the moment he walked into the clubhouse, and those soulful brown eyes landed on yours, you knew you were a goner.

You feared no could make your heart race the way Angel did, Manny showed you otherwise. And the first time he smiled at you, you nearly forgot to breathe. He had you. You were done for.

There’s a lot of things you like about Manny. Physical attraction aside, he was smart, thoughtful, and observant. He always greeted you and asked how your day was. Manny made you feel seen in the most beautiful way, even though your contact was so limited. And when he talked about his little girl, Bella, he made you consider something you swore was completely off the table, children.

Not that it would happen, you were pretty sure you weren’t going to have anyone’s babies, but hearing this man talk about Bella, it was easy to imagine having a family with him.  Even if it was just in some far away fantasy hidden in the back of your mind. 

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Masterlist💗

Started: 10/22/2020

Last Updated: 08/25/2024

Angel Reyes

"Hungry and Hormonal"

"Disastrous Deception"

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

"Out of Control"

“Get Your Act Together”

Odell Beckham Jr.

Gif credit: @objs13

"I Got You"

Chris Evans

Gif credit: @capsgrantrogers

“This Thing Called Life”

“Here We Go”

Rio

"Gang Friend and a Gentleman"

“Are You Listening?”

Daily Struggles Series: "Keep Me Posted"

"Are You Listening?" - Part Two: "The Breakdown"

“Gimme Some”

“Are You Listening?” - Part Three: “Bad Idea”

“Through It All” - Part One

“Are You Listening?” - Interlude - “Drinks On Me, Yeah?”

“Are You Listening?” - Part Four - “My Little Rider”

"Tempting Limits"

"Balancing Acts"

Rio Ask/Headcanons (In Order):

(I don't take requests, but sometimes I give in 😆)

Rio and Wifey on Vacay w/ baby girl.

Rio, Wifey, and All Girls.

Baby Mama, Four Times Over.

Built In Babysitter. Evolution of a Mini Hustla.

Valentine's Day and a Wedding Anniversary.

Rio’s Mini-me.

Let’s Go Little Kitty-Kat

It Be Your Own Blood

"Like Father, Like Son"

Pablo Schreiber

"Mini Mediators"

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II

"Nobody’s Gonna Know"-Part One.

“Nobody’s Gonna Know” - Part Two.

Kevin Atwater

"Until The Cops Come Knocking"

"Loud and Wrong"

Jay Halstead

“Echoes of Redemption”

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

"Late Night Cravings"

“Under the Mask”

“Haunted Hearts”

🚨SNIPPETS🚨

"Feeling Flustered" - EZ Reyes SNIPPET

"Disastrous Deception: Part Five" - Angel Reyes SNIPPET

"Do Not Disturb" - Angel Reyes SNIPPET

"Are You Listening" - Rio SNIPPET

"Loud and Wrong" - Kevin Atwater SNIPPET

"When You Come Around" - Chapter: "Restroom Occupied" - Dave East - Kofi Siriboe SNIPPET

“Mini Mediators” - Pablo Schreiber SNIPPET

“Don’t Hurt Yourself” - Chapter: “Shot For Me” - Odell Beckham Jr. SNIPPET

"The Way You Move" - "Say What Now?" (song series) - Yahya Abdul-Mateen II SNIPPET

“Clear A Bitch” - Chris Evans SNIPPET

“Get Your Act Together” - “Say What Now?” (Song series) - Angel Reyes SNIPPET

"Late Night Flights" - Chris Evans SNIPPET

Divider Credit: @firefly-graphics 💕.

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October prompts — 9. Johnny Coco Cruz

Prompt: how late do you think the blood bank stays open? ❜

A/N: anddd another one for the mayans!!! Previously as stated many times before I’m behind on the show so I haven’t seen addict coco before but personally I’ve been around a few. This isn’t overly important don’t mind me! I made this one a tad darker since my previous prompts weren’t as dark? Hope you enjoy this one as we’re winding down with the last few prompts for October!

WARNINGS: mentions of addiction, all relations to blood, detailed graphic imagery, a touch of victim blaming? toxicity, and language! (What else is new from me?)

This song by my man’s was on a loop as I wrote this btw so if you like to listen and read at the same time, get into it🤩

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A breezy stormy fall day was what you experiencing…amongst other things you did not consent to. Or maybe you did since you decided on living with a crazy ass roommate named Johnny cruz. You weren’t sure when you dozed off on your Halloween movie fest film of the day but even melatonin couldn’t compare to the way you enjoyed your departure to dreamland.

That was ruined by the sound of the front door being shoved open, the door flying against the wall and slumping over as the hinges fell to the ground. You were alert as a dark figure stood in the doorway, the rain flying into the apartment as you scrambled to your feet. The scent of cigarettes slowly followed as you picked up the remote ready to toss those bitches. It looks like it was time to beat ass.

You now stood on top of the couch with your long arm ready to aim—your dad always told you you had great aim when he used to force you to play football with him, your uncles, and cousins in the front yard.

You were sure to put that to good use.

“The fuck, y/n?!” A familiar voice answered as one remote landed at their collarbone and the other tapped them on their forehead.

Turning your eyes into slits you pushed your neck out looking into the dark to see that it was in fact your roommate, Coco standing there with a cigarette dangling from his lips while his hand rubbed at his forehead.

“The hell is wrong with you?!” You screamed, balling your fists into your hips.

Coco glared at you, “me?! You’re the one throwing shit, mamita!”

“You just broke our door for what? and if you think that’s coming out my paycheck when the landlord comes slithering around, you got another thing comin’.”

Coco rolled his eyes at you peeking over at the door, “my bad. But it’s not like they’ll know about it.”

Slowly you stepped off the couch, your fuzzy blanket hanging from the furniture as you circled around the living area to the long haired man. “I think hiding a broken door is gonna be a little hard.”

“No you don’t understand, he’s dead. Check if you don’t believe me.” Coco pointed to the balcony as you gave him the side eye.

You weren’t sure what possessed you to listen to him but your feet seemed to move you faster than your mind could. Outside you stood, hair flying behind you as your hands rested against the cold banister. Leaning over you eyed the apartment complex parking lot, there seemed to be no one around—which wasn’t the norm, no matter the weather there seemed to be a bunch of your neighbors lingering around from pimping, to hoeing, to dealing or just chopping it up with each other.

Tonight was a different story and that should have been another red flag. Once your eyes set on the body of your no good landlord covered in his own blood from the neck down, jaw detached, and insides slightly exposed as he lay oddly by the vending machine, it was enough to trigger a scream from deep in your chest.

Fuck that dude but Rest In Peace, pieces though?

A rough hand slapped over your mouth dragging you back into the house and your defenses came into play. You were swinging until Coco let you go, you ripped yourself away from his hold, your back hitting the other side of the wall where your closed door would be next to. Your eyes were wide as you panted looking at the man who just tried to silence you.

It was in that moment that you noticed the blood on Coco’s hands as he finally pulled the cigarette from his lips to analyze you.

“What happened?” You demanded to know.

Coco shrugged his shoulders, “how long do you think the blood bank stays open?”

“You didn’t answer my fucking—mmm. Nope.” You scrunched up your lips, taking deep breaths before you tried moving around the apartment in which Coco followed every step.

Halting you stared at him in disbelief. Did he really think he was in any position to try you right now? He might be stronger than you thanks to his new lifestyle but that didn’t mean he could still fuck with you. He knew that, ever sense he met you. You were very open and expected that in return from him, Coco tended to have a slick mouth and you were not the one to be talked to recklessly. Which meant many arguments and lengthy silent treatments from both sides.

“You’re tripping.” Was what he said to you.

Folding your arms you tilted your head to the side, your body language speaking for you.

He clicked his tongue before his used his pointer and thumb to put the smoke from the tip of his cancer stick out. He then shoved it behind his ear and spoke, “I dunno what you want me to say—

“We talked about this.”

“No, you made demands that you thought I’d listen to. In fact I did you a favor, didn’t you say that blob tried to push up on you the other day?” Coco spoke fast but when he was irritated it only seemed to increase.

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Am I supposed to thank you for eating him like this is thanksgiving or some shit? I didn’t ask you to do a got damn thing but to let me know when you get those urges.”

“You weren’t outside, he was. It’s a full moon and you know what it is when it comes to that.” Coco tried to persuade you.

Laughing you clapped your hands, “motherfucker, you must be confused, that’s werewolves and that’s not what the fuck you are! Don’t try to play me, I took a mythology course in college!”

Coco was silent at that and tried to take another approach but this wasn’t any better.

“I just think you’re still pressed over me bringing extra company around. That’s what this is really about.” He rubbed his blood stained hands together in thought.

If you tilted your head any further you were sure it would snap off your body. Coco could be many things but asshole was on top of the list. You told coco many times before that you didn’t appreciate him bringing his blood night stands home because it always turned into some mess. (The ignorant ones who thought they are so lucky to be fed off of were bold enough to try you and they weren’t aware that you didn’t enjoy jail but you’ve been in a few line ups, let’s just say that.) It was still in the back of your mind that Coco could slip up like he did many times before when he was freshly turned. And you did not enjoy having to get rid of any bodies but once the rest of the Mayans learned of the situation, they always stepped in—it was also determined that most of them were also of the same species which blew your damn mind.

They hid it so well. There was so much to learn about your roommate who was very much a vampire: like October’s became stress worthy.

“I don’t care what stupid girl you suck the life out of but I know one thing, it’ll never be me. Maybe you’re just mad I exposed you to Hope before it was too late.” You were smug and he did not like that response.

He was on your ass in a millisecond, his forearm dug into your throat cutting off your air supply as he gritted his teeth in your face. You knew just the right button to press and Hope was one of them. Hope joined the blood night stands without her knowing but something about her made Coco want to quit hunting for others to quench his thirst. It was evident that he was falling for her just as much as she was falling for him but he was lying to that girl about his true nature and you didn’t like it.

Perhaps it was like throwing salt in your own wounds because you cared about Johnny too, more than platonically and you realized it too late. When you moved to Santo Padre in search of a new home after losing your husband on your honeymoon, you swore off love. You honestly believed your husband was your soulmate and after losing him tragically you had to learn to be your own soulmate in the process of your healing. You were in such a bitter place but Johnny didn’t mind your shit because he knew he had his own shit as well, so he felt like you’d be the perfect roommate.

The friendship was instant and you were both there through it all: your broken heart and his mommy issues, insecurities, and heroin addiction—you both had baggage and you both realized that was okay to come to terms with but beating it was the hard part. Once he got bit and came back to you, he was sure you were going to leave this time but you surprised him by still staying. If it was anybody else? You’re damn right you would have left, immediately but he seemed to have control not to go after you and that had to mean something right?

Hope was another sore subject for Coco and he did blame you for going behind his back and telling his business. It was selfish on your part, sure…but you didn’t lie about it when he confronted you when you could have. It was always about revenge and getting even with Coco, he had a lot of darkness surrounding him and there was no doubt that he considered killing you but he didn’t.

You should learn to be grateful.

“I would of never hurt her in that way,” His spit flew against your face as the anger was seen through his black veins, “I wouldn’t do that to her, you, or Letty. And you know what I’m capable of.”

You wheezed, “we…dont…know that for sure…when it comes…to mates…”

The other ones signed up for it, either signed their lives away the first round (= death) , or they kept coming back around like some sort of appointment, almost lifeless, it was sickening to witness but Coco told you those were the ones who felt like their lives were worthless. Which pissed you off because who was he to decide that? Sure both of you felt that before (daily on both ends) but you weren’t allowed to take someone else’s life just for simply agreeing. So you went to bishop and he was great friends with your dad and uncles, which made you question if they knew of his species…but older folks always wanted you to stay out of their business which was some shit if you thought about it.

If you had to be the snitch when it came to Johnny Coco Cruz’s well-being then…call it what the fuck you want.

Once the color seemed to drain from your face, the man pulled himself away from you letting you fall to the floor with a thud, as you rubbed at your neck. He began pacing the floor as you fought to get air back into your lungs.

“I know you claim that you want what’s best for me but I’m a grown man, I can make my own decisions, y/n.” He swiped the fallen hair that framed his slender angular face back.

You let out a cough as he crouched down in front of you, reaching for the side of your neck to feel your pulse but you shoved his hand away from you.

He knew he deserved that.

“Is everyone prey in your eyes, Johnny?”

He met your eyes, “…I’m trying to change that tonight…if you just help me get to the blood bank.”

You huffed.

He knew one of your aunts scored a great job at the blood bank just a few years ago and had such a high reputation. She even encouraged you to get involved somehow, if you didn’t want to work there then donate blood but that was out the minute you found out you were anemic. Also you weren’t really a fan of blood and the closer Johnny’s hands were near you, the copper stench made you gag, which was the second reason why you didn’t want his hands on you.

She left her keys at your place the other day and she recently came down with the flu so you never got around to dropping the keys off to her. And your uncle tended to be overworked so the only thing he cared about once he got off was getting home, which you understood.

“Was this your plan all along? Get me to take you to the blood bank and if I didn’t, you’d just steal the keys from me?”

Johnny clenched his jaw before answering, “I don’t need the keys to get into the place. I can easily get in with or without your help, I was just askin’ so you didn’t feel left out or anything.”

All you could do was close your eyes and shake your head. He must really think you were stupid and it was insulting really. Why should you even bother, he just said it himself he didn’t need your help, and you believed it to an extent. He was telling you this to let you know his plans but it was evident he got sidetracked with your landlord instead.

“Gee, you sure now how to make a lady feel special.” You muttered.

Johnny dipped his head and chewed on the inside of his bottom lip. He knew he could be rude and hard to deal with but you seemed to put up with him just fine. This whole vampire shit was a whole ‘nother level and he was trying to be better—for you, little did you know. He was still one of the main ones out of the Mayans that struggled and handled it with his, “blood night stands” you liked to call them but he felt a shift in the air this year in October.

“I’ve been doin’ research with the help of Ez, creeper, and even angel’s dumbass. There’s this conspiracy theory that if I get the right type of blood and go to the grave site where the first vampire of Santo Padre rests, I can ask them to suppress my desires when it comes to feedings.” Johnny explained to you while you slowly nodded your head.

There still felt like there were holes in this theory.

“Did you address this with the rest of the council? Is this the correct method that will help you?” You asked.

Which really meant did they achieve the same quest?

Johnny hummed while you let that information sink in. He wasn’t being fully truthful but he needed you to believe part of this and he had to try to find the other rare blood before aiming for option b. He gave you time to get ready and it was in his back of his mind that you might sneak out the bathroom window, he would understand but it would make this night much more difficult than it already was.

He drove to the blood bank and you were silent the entire way, not even bothering to sing along to the radio to the spooky music. Your mind was elsewhere and Coco could already see how this night would end.

You made sure you were covered head to toe as the both of you broke into the blood bank. Coco was great with the technicalities so although you didn’t know the alarm code to the building, he managed to secure it within two minutes. Down the maze of the building you went in search of the freezer where the packages of blood would be. The long haired man took his time snatching as many bags as he could, his eyes scanning the labels of the blood types quickly before shoving them underneath his vest.

He then nudged you after locking the rest in place before leading you out the back this time. The both of you circled around to the car that was left a few blocks away and you sat in the car catching your breaths, which he seemed to catch much quicker than you. Your fingertips were pressed to the vents in search of some warmth as Coco drove the both of you to the cemetery. It was clear that this was not kept in the best condition and the years of the deceased dated back as far as 1732, you noticed as you flashed your flashlight at the first headstone.

You tightened your hold around yourself as you picked up speed, following after Johnny as he continued stalking forward. Every turn you went and with each incline you felt your heart race and that you were being watched.

“You’re okay, I won’t let anything happen to you mamita.” Johnny told you from over his shoulder, he held his hand out for you to grasp as he pulled you up on the hill.

A few more steps and you could see a open grave. Johnny crouched down right in front of it while you kept your distance. There seemed to be candles already lit around the grave and that should have been another red flag. Johnny pulled the blood bags from his vest and tossed a few down into the grave before he stood up straight.

Cautiously you eyed him as he yanked open the blood bag with his teeth before sucking down the blood like it was red wine. He licked his blood stained lips and grunts erupted from his mouth as he breathed. It was like he was rejuvenated just from one bag. The whites in his eyes were bloodshot as a smirk was now on his lips while he could smell the anxiety seeping from your veins.

“Want some?” He wiggled yet another bag at you.

You could see the blood in his teeth and it made you turn your body sideways, away from his sight. “Uh, No thanks, do your thing, boo.”

He let out a laugh and lifted his chin upwards. In a instant another tight grip overcame your body locking your arms by your hips and it was just like the sleep paralysis you commonly experienced but worse. Except this time you could move your head, your temple felt stretchy hair as another grip held your jaw in place.

“Sorry y/n.” The low register voice came from behind you, it sure sounded like Ezekiel Reyes.

While Angel Reyes kept another hold on your jaw. You couldn’t move even if you tried, your eyes were wide as you spotted Creeper jump down from the air to stand beside the grave, while Johnny took threatening steps towards you.

“What the fuck are you guys doing?!” You screamed, as your body was thrown back against Ez’s who dropped the both of you to the ground.

Angel went to his knees by the side of you prying your mouth open and you tried your best to bite one of his stupid fingers off, but a human’s strength against four vampires?

You had no chance.

You wished you ate some garlic for dinner, so you could spit in each of their faces but you already knew that part was a myth.

“You’re gonna feel what it feels like to be me.” Johnny spoke to you in a tone you never heard from him before.

He stood above you and some lightning cracked through the sky making you flinch. He didn’t have the curtesy to feed the blood into your mouth directly, the long haired man stood above you tipping the bag over your face. He kept pouring making sure that it coated your entire face and a good portion touched your tongue.

The four vampires listened to you scream as your skin began to sizzle like they knew it would. It was all part of the plan to make Coco be a better vampire and since you seemed so keen on helping him out, why not take even a bigger risk? You were not sure what was happening but your body twisted and curled in pain while the Reyes brothers kept a hold on you. Your heartbeat was in your ears and you could feel your blood pulsating through your veins. You were sure you were still screaming as you mainly felt like your body was being pulled apart.

It wasn’t until your vision became tunnel like that ez and Angel let go of you. You lay on your back staring up at nothing, your body still spasming lightly as Johnny lifted you by the back of your head. He watched you, mouth agape and melanin covered in blood as he breathed you in. Using the pads of his thumbs he tilted your head to the right so he could have better access to your throat.

And when he sunk his teeth in, he’s never tasted a blood so pure and so purposeful. The Reyes brothers were the ones to yank him away from you after some time while he snarled desperate for more as Creeper came over to you, lifting you up and away before he jumped down into the open grave. He placed you into the dirt drenched in rain, blood, and Coco’s bite. He positioned you carefully, knowing how much Coco would appreciate that before climbing out.

Then he began burying you alive (barely) with dirt and the ashes of their father. Creeper then used two fingers to kiss downwards making the motion of a upside down cross as a signal for their father to do what needed to be done.

You were going to be one of them for Johnny. You had that power to make him whole, to control his urges. It was your blood that kept him sane as his own body spasmed in Ez and Angel’s hold. Sure you were once a woman healing from the heartache of losing a loved one (by the teeth and blood that ran santo padre below) and now you didn’t have to lose anything. You were bonded to Johnny for eternity and you made that choice the moment you stepped into his life, unfortunately.

That’s if you survived the transition that is.

Only time would tell what you decided to move forth with in your new lifestyle and Johnny hoped for this one last time, you would pick him.

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