#ez reyes imagine

[imagineredwood]

4. Stars ✨

Summary: EZ is president now and with that new control over the club has come new control over you.

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female reader

Warnings: 18+ Sexual content MDNI, PIV sex, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation-(everything is consensual but the reader does ask him to stop due to overstimulation, not because she is no longer consenting), EZ talking the reader through it a little condescendingly

Word count: 745

A/N: Named it Stars because that what the 🍆 has you seeing in this one 🥰 Could potentially be seen as a little OOC for EZ, I just went with more of his personality from the later seasons. The more ruthless EZ as opposed to the usual characteristic early on cinnamon roll EZ 🫣 Also none of the other women that he’s been with on the show exist in this timeline so the reader is his first valentine since getting released.

"I can't, I can't, I can't-"

EZ chuckled at your breathless voice, high-pitched, whiny, and desperate as you pushed at his shoulders, trying to earn some reprieve. The vibration against your clit ran a shiver through you, a quiet sob pushing past your lips at the overstimulation. You weren't sure how many times he had made you come now.

You had stopped counting after six.

It was Valentine's Day, and with his time in prison, EZ hadn't had a Valentine to spoil in quite some time. But he had you this year and he had pulled out all of the stops. Breakfast in bed, spending the day together doing the hobbies of your choice, a fancy dinner at your favorite restaurant, and now that you were both home, he had spent the last 45 minutes with his face buried in your pussy eating you like a man starved.

It had been great at first, like always, but somewhere around the fifth orgasm, it had somewhat lost its novelty as you shook and spasmed over and over. He took some pity, opting to move his mouth to your inner thighs, leaving kisses and soft bites while his fingers worked into you instead. He'd given your swollen clit some safety from the abuse for a good few minutes, long enough to help you settle. Just to bring his full lips to it once more, suckling and kissing, your thighs casing tightly around his head.

But he simply laughs again, taking true pleasure in your overstimulation. His goatee has rubbed your lips raw and he pouts slightly as the small welts of irritation that ripple the texture of your sensitive skin.

"Poor baby."

He runs a finger over your slit, shaking his head at the way your hips jerk.

"I can't, EZ. I'm s-serious. I can't...I can't...no more..."

You're having trouble forming words, your brain turned into mush long ago. The Mayan president gets up from his prone position, a kink in his neck that he ignores. He's sitting up on his knees, looking down at you with pride and adoration, his mouth and beard glistening in copious amounts of your slick and his spit. His hand is unceremonious as it comes up to wipe at his mouth, his eyes darker than you ever remember seeing them. Ever since he's taken the gavel, he's been this way. More rough. Primal. Feral even.

And now that he has reduced you to an incoherent babbling mess, he finally grips his cock, thick and solid and leaking, just to tap it sadistically against your puffy pussy. He runs the underside over your clit, reveling in the small hiss you let out at the contact, cooing at you as he does.

"You're ok. You can take it. I know you can. You can be strong for me, right? Can't you?"

His tone was babying yet condescending and you blinked the tears out of your eyes, your head nodding softly. He grinned and leaned down to press his lips to yours, his tongue dominant as it pushed against yours, your taste still in his mouth. He pulled away after a moment more and took hold of himself once again, cock pushing through your lips easily, back and forth, back and forth, your hole clenching on nothing on nothing every time he grazed over your clit.

He finally sunk into you without warning, slow and steady until he was buried within you fully. He leaned his weight on top of you, burly arms coming up to rest on either side of your head, encasing you. His lips kissed and sucked at your jaw as he gave you a moment to adjust, his left hand fisted into your hair. Not pulling or tugging, but ensuring he kept you just where he wanted you. He pulled his hips back then, all the way until he had almost slipped out of you, and then sank all the way back in. Your thighs trembled as they rested against his waist, your breathing shallow and ragged and he continued those strokes, making you see stars.

You made noises that EZ assumed might've been meant to sound like words, but they were unintelligible, so he paid them no mind.

"There you go, baby. That's my good girl. Look how good you take all of me."

You whimpered and nodded, your brain as scrambled as your insides, you having no choice but to lay there and take everything he gave you.

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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Your Biker in Worn Leather

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader

Category: Angst/Comfort

Word count: 353

Summary: You call EZ to pick you up and his temper goes through the roof at the state you’re in.

Warnings: Mentions of cuts, scratches, and bruises

Part 2

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“Can you please come and get me?” Those words played on loop in EZ’s head, he couldn’t get the sound of your scared voice out of his head. You didn’t tell him what happened or if you were hurt, only where to pick you up from.

Ezekiel was quick to jump on his bike and speed to your location. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, mind racing a mile a second thinking about all the possible scenarios you could be in. By the time EZ finally found you on the side of the street, it was pouring rain and you had no rain coat or umbrella to shield you. As EZ took off his helmet and goggles, he noticed you were shaking and that’s when you immediately raced towards him, throwing your arms around his neck and clinging to him for dear life, not giving him the chance to get off his bike. EZ’s arms instinctively enveloped you in a tight embrace, his hand gently rubbing your back. Neither one of you cared that you were getting drenched and could possibly end up with a cold tomorrow. You needed him, his safety, his protection, and you needed him as close as possible. EZ allowed the hug to last a few more moments. “Let’s get you dry, okay?” He spoke softly, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

You nodded against his shoulder before pulling yourself out of his arms. As you did so, EZ caught sight of the state you were in, a busted lip, bruises decorating your arms, and a red cheek. EZ’s blood boiled more and more as he saw each bruise, scratch, and cut littering your body. “Who did this to you?” He blurted out, causing you to jump at his stern tone and clenched jaw. The movement didn’t go unnoticed. “I’m sorry, mi amor. I didn’t mean to scare you. Do you know who did this to you?” He apologized before asking again, this time in a calmer tone.

You knew exactly who did this, and you knew EZ would revel in setting the score.

General Taglist: @kmc1989

EZ Reyes Taglist: @zaenight

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Sinfully Delicious - An EZ Reyes/Reader Smut Short.

I was feeling a certain way about EZ all day, so now you can, too! Especially since people say there isn't enough in the way of stories about him out there, yet he remains one of my least reacted with smut subjects?! Anyway, hot filth below, so go enjoy!

Words - 836

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

EZ Reyes. He’s the only man who has ever had such a profound effect upon you, that just looking at him ignites your arousal. You can feel your cunt fluttering with the longing for him, to feel him, your skin craving the heat of his against it.

When you find yourself falling into fantasies, your body responds, just the very thought of him inside you making you wet, your inner walls aching, needing to feel his cock pushing into you deep.  

When you finally get him, you almost don’t know how to react, though. With your fantasy right there before you, kisses of scorching heat landing upon your mouth and his hand gliding up your bare leg, your brain goes to static completely.  

“Fuck,” he grunts, reaching the drenched fabric of your underwear. “You’re absolutely soaking.” His words are delivered on a hungry grunt, gently biting your lower lip with a groan, his fingertips fighting past the sodden garment to stroke your folds. “God, that feels so good and It’s only my fingers."

His touch glides over your clit, and you buck into his hand, gasping, EZ smiling against your lips. “That feel nice, beautiful? Yeah, is that how you want me to touch you, play with this pretty little clit until you come hard for me, hmm? Or do you need something inside of you?” His words have you mindless, only capable of using sounds, and he knows it, knows he’s winding you tightly. “Maybe I should give you both, huh?”  

Pushing you back against the counter he has you sitting upon, he pulls off your undies, lowering his head to your heat, his fingers pushing inside you as his tongue begins to lay licks over your aching bud, his breaths hot and sharp against you. “God, you taste amazing. So fucking sweet.”  

It burns golden through you, each lick firming, his fingers rooting deep as your cunt streams over them, his lips wrapping to suck upon you.  

“Oh, please don’t stop! Fuck, that feels so good!”  

He looks up at you, eyes gleaming. “Finally found your voice, huh? That’s good, cuz’ I’m all set to hear you wail pretty for me, beautiful.” When he sucks on you again, you do, your voice breaking on a cry, the lewd sounds of him feasting on your clit filling the air, peppered by his grunts. The squelch of his fingers pounding into your pussy overtakes the other noises, the erotic orchestra loudening, your nails dug into his thick shoulders as you mewl, your hips shaking violently.

He’s better than you ever could have dreamed of. 

“Fuck, I'm so fucking hard, baby. Let me give you my dick, right now. I gotta be in you,” he pants, the desire in his eyes meeting yours as you pull your dress and bra off, EZ shedding the rest of his clothes. A cock of impressive size bobs free of his jeans, the bunched fabric kicked from his ankles along with his white boxers.  

“Yeah,” you gasp, reaching for him, steering him to your streaming opening. “I need to have you in me just as badly.” He pushes, and with one fluid thrust, he’s filling you, your cry muted by his mouth, his hands grasping your thighs as you draw your knees up, that hot, veiny hardness inching into you deeper. His eyes fall down, your gaze following, watching at how the liquid silk of your cunt bathes his cock, glossing the dark skin, glinting over each ridge before it vanishes within you again.  

“Like how that big dick feels all up in you deep, querida? Fuck, you feel so good.” Once again, he has you rendered mindless, his mouth claiming yours in kisses gilded in honey and embers, his rhythm exquisite, giving you exactly what you need.

He drags your walls slow and hard, sparks scraping, the fill of him mind-melting as you clutch at his muscles, the chiselled bulk of him hotter than you could ever imagine.  

Adding speed, he meets your need with keen thrusts, filling you wholly, glimmers shooting through you as his hips rut you with force, mouth moving to kiss a constellation over your neck. He hits you at every angle and depth, so deep you feel as if galaxies are collapsing and igniting again within you, pleasure bursting over your nerves as you cry out ferally.  

“Come on, baby,” he pants, tongue swirling with yours, his nails digging into your flesh. “Let me feel this pretty little cunt come around me. Yeah, that’s it. Come all over my dick.”  

He fucks you in brutal frenzy, his trailer beginning to shake with the force of it, your nails clawing at his back as frost chills your blood, only for the flames of your undoing to melt it as your orgasm races through you. He twitches, teeth clamping onto your neck, spilling hot and deep within your fluttering walls, his groan all smoke and grit.  

How sinfully delicious it is, when fantasy lives up to reality.  

[drabbles-mc]

Aftermath (Part 2)

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

You can find Part 1 Here

Dedicated to @withmyteeth because I don't know if I ever would've gotten around to finishing and posting a part 2 for this without your encouragement and help creating this chaos. 💖

Warnings: 18+, language, smut

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I already know there's gonna be a part 3. I gotta drag out the mess a little while longer I can't help it.

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Your promise of, “It’s not going to happen again,” lasted about a week. Never again had quickly turned into over and over again. Each time you wound up on EZ’s doorstep, you were expecting it to be the time that he sent you away, but he never did. You thought it’d get old after a while, for him at least, but it didn’t seem like it was.

It was always at his trailer. EZ had yet to set foot inside your apartment since the two of you had picked up your nasty little habit. Any time you knocked on his door, he always let you in without a question or a complaint. A few snarky remarks, sure, but never anything that made it sound like he was going to cut you off. Thank god for that.

At some point you were going to have to find a different distraction. Preferably one that didn’t involve hooking up with your ex’s brother. But this worked too well to be able to hang it up just yet. You didn’t have a single coherent thought about anything when EZ was inside you, let alone any thoughts about his shitty brother and your even shittier breakup.

Even when the light wasn’t on inside you still knocked, and he still answered. You’d always wake up to an empty bed and slink off first thing in the morning without another word about it. By the grace of some sort of higher power you hadn’t run into Angel on your walks of shame. Your luck was surely going to run out at some point, but it hadn’t yet.

You were nose-deep in a book on one of your rare days off when your phone buzzed on the end table next to you. You reached back behind your head without taking your eyes off the page, only diverting your attention to the notification when you reached the bottom of the page you were on. Your brows furrowed in confusion when you saw EZ’s name.

“Busy?”

It only made you more confused. “Why?”

“If you’re free, come over”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. It was the middle of the afternoon. There was only one reason that EZ would go out of his way to ask you to come over, which also wasn’t something that had ever happened. You were always the one who initiated it. But going over to see him in the middle of the day seemed like the two of you would be asking for trouble. Not that you hadn’t been doing that plenty already.

You thought about it for a moment before repeating yourself. “Why?”

“You know why”

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you did so. Letting your head drop back, you stared up at the ceiling as you weighed the pros and cons of your options. Saying it felt like a bad idea would be redundant. Hooking up with EZ at any hour was a bad idea. However, going over in broad daylight seemed to making it worse for no real extra reward. But he was actually extending an invite for once.

Snapping your book shut, you set it aside and got up off the couch. You’d come up with an excuse for showing up at the yard on the drive over. If you saw anyone, but especially if you saw Angel, you were going to cut the cord on the entire endeavor. But maybe you’d get lucky again and no one would be there.

It would’ve taken five seconds to text EZ back that you were getting ready to head over, but you didn’t. Instead, you changed out of your comfy lounge clothes, just swapping them out for a tank top and a pair of cutoffs before grabbing your keys and heading to your car.

The scrapyard was a ghost town when you got there. There might’ve been a couple guys in the clubhouse, but you weren’t going to go and find out for sure. You quickly walked over to EZ’s trailer, stepping onto the first of the tiny steps and knocking on the door. The rattling of the flimsy metal always seemed so loud.

When he pulled the door open, the expression on his face went from serious to smug in no time at all. You saw the tremble of his body as he laughed, opening the door for you. You stepped inside. “Surprised to see me?”

“No,” he replied without hesitation.

Smug motherfucker. You had no retort for it, though. You were the one who showed up. “Where is everyone?” you asked as you nodded towards the tiny window above the sink that looked out over the currently-vacant lot.

“Most of the guys are on a run,” he replied with a shrug.

You nodded. “That explains it.”

You were halfway to coming up with something else smarmy to say when he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Your body had no fight in it anymore when it came to him. The second his skin touched yours, you melted into it. Even though you’d only hooked up a couple times, it felt like he had your entire body memorized.

Your hands came up to cup his face as he continued to kiss you. Your needy whimpers turned into moans when you felt his hands slip past the back of the waistband of your shorts. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, pinning your hips against his in the process. You felt your knees wanting to buckle when you felt how hard he already was.

He didn’t give you much time to think about it as he turned you and walked you the few steps back so that your legs were hitting the side of his mattress. You let him push you down and crawl on top of you so that he was straddling you, his lips quickly landing on the side of your neck, teeth greedily sinking into the soft skin there.

Before you knew it he had you spread out across the mattress, stripped down to your bra and nothing else. He had one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your thigh, fingers gripping your hips in a vice as he pounded into you. You balled your fists into the thin sheets of his bed as you tried to keep your moans as quiet as possible knowing that anyone could walk by the outside of his trailer at any moment.

EZ didn’t seem to share your concern for discretion as he pried one hand off your hip and brought it between your legs, his thumb brushing against your clit instantly causing you to writhe against him. Every move and sound you made only caused the smug look on his face to intensify.

You hadn’t been paying much mind to the noise of the scrapyard until you heard the sound of voices. It was a mild distraction, a tiny crack in the false reality you found yourself in every time you were inside EZ’s trailer, every time EZ was inside you. It would’ve been something you were able to push from your mind in a matter of seconds if you hadn’t heard Angel’s voice amongst them. You froze, your body instantly locking up as your eyes widened.

“EZ!” Your whisper was loud, harsh as you tried to move away from him.

“What?” He was good at pretending to be clueless as to why you were so annoyed, but you knew that he wasn’t that stupid.

“You said the guys were on a run!” You were still fighting against the tight grip he had on your hip, one hand now tightly gripping your thigh to make it even harder for you to move.

“I said most of the guys were,” he retorted with a smirk.

“And you didn’t think to mention that Angel wasn’t one of those guys?”

“Why does it matter?” He slowly started to move his hips again. “It’s not like he’s gonna—”

As if your life wasn’t already an infuriating comedy of errors, there was a loud banging against the door of EZ’s trailer. “Yo! Boy Scout!” Angel hollered from the other side. “Guys are almost back. Templo in thirty!”

EZ’s eyes were locked on yours, like he didn’t have a single care in the world as he answered. “Alright!” He turned his head, kissing the side of your calf before carrying on the conversation from opposite sides of the door. “All good?”

Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull, hating the feeling that he was trying to get the two of you caught. You pulled your leg back so that your foot planted against his chest, trying to use whatever leverage you could get to kick him away from you. He wasn’t budging, though, easily thwarting your efforts with a quiet laugh as Angel answered cluelessly from outside.

“I don’t know. Guess we’ll fuckin’ find out.”

You were holding your breath, feeling like you were about to crawl out of your skin. You waited for the door to swing open, for the chaos to ensue, but it didn’t. Neither of you could actually hear Angel walking away, but the fact that he didn’t say anything else led you both to believe that he had headed for the clubhouse.

EZ finally let your leg drop, moving so that he was hovering over you and caging you in with his arms as he did. “Guess we got thirty minutes.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to push him off of you, a mostly half-hearted effort. “No, you’ve got about thirty seconds to get off of me before I—”

“What?” he asked as he reached and lazily adjusted your legs so that they were hooked around his waist.

“What if he walked in?!”

“He didn’t.”

You sputtered out the first half of a few different words, not able to actually string anything together. “Get off me. Get,” you pushed against his chest with both palms, “get out of me.”

You hated that you were fighting the urge to laugh at the fact that it was a sentence that you were even saying. EZ didn’t try to hide his amusement, though, the grin on his face growing as he did the exact opposite of what you’d asked, pushing himself into you until his hips met yours. He felt the way your nails set into his chest, the staggered breath you took, and he knew that you weren’t going to be leaving before the thirty minutes was up.

You were shimmying back into your shorts when you heard the sound of motorcycle engines. If nothing else, EZ was methodical and could time it just about down to the damn minute. He was pulling his t-shirt back down over his head, covering up the scratches you left behind on his chest. Your eyes were glued to him as you pulled on your shoes, watching the way he shrugged on his kutte.

Despite everything that had happened, how cocky and reckless he was being, you were already thinking about coming back again.

When he turned and looked at you, the look in his eyes let you know that he knew exactly what you were thinking. He at least let you save a little face, didn’t comment on it directly. The roar of the engines stopped, and EZ made his way for the trailer door.

“Give it five and you should be good,” he said casually, like he hadn’t just put your body and brain through the goddamn wringer.

“Got it,” you said with a nod.

You shook your head at him when he shot you another grin before going down the steps and exiting the trailer. He shut the door tightly behind him, and within moments you heard him getting wrapped up in conversation with the men who had just gotten back from the run. You weren’t really listening to what they were saying, more just how they sounded, how EZ sounded. With the way he was talking he might as well have just been lounging all afternoon waiting for them to get back. But, the bruises you could feel coming in on your hips were stark evidence against that.

Once it had been silent for a couple minutes, you crept out of the trailer. You left the yard, making your way back to your car on shaky legs. When you got back to your car, you collapsed into the driver’s seat. Pulling your phone out, you went to send a message to EZ. You didn’t even know what you really wanted to say—part of you felt like you should just quit while you were ahead, before Angel actually did walk in on the two of you. But it felt too good to want to stop.

You almost texted Angel, too. Not about EZ, of course. You had the overwhelming urge, though, to send him something scathing and completely unnecessary if not a little deserved after how he’d treated you. Maybe some of EZ’s cockiness was rubbing off on you. Shaking your head at yourself, you wound up doing neither before tossing your phone into the cupholder of your car and heading home, deciding to keep up the game of Reyes Russian Roulette for a little while longer.

[ravennaortiz]

Story 8 EZ/Manny

Summary: Summary: Part of the Three: The Magic Number Series. Reader/OC x 2 of the Sons/Mayans. Purely smut with occasional plot/humor. 18+. Also this is gonna pick up after the events of Candy Cane and Candy Cane Bonus so I highly recommend you read those first. IFYYK

EZ was laying in his bed stroking himself as he replayed the scene from last night at the clubhouse. He couldn't get the look on your face out of his mind as Manny had fucked you. The way your breast had threatened to spill out of your dress on to the bar top. The way your mouth had made a perfect O as you came. The sounds....he groaned the sounds you made had him closing his eyes as he felt himself twitch before he came. His release coating his abdomen and hand.

The knock on his trailer door had him scrambling to clean himself up and yank on a pair of grey sweat pants from the floor. Opening his door he was surprised to see you and Manny standing there. "Mind if we come in?" asked Manny after a moment. "Umm, sure" replied EZ as his eyes flickered between you both.

"Soooo" stated EZ after a couple moments of silence as the three of you stood inside. "She wanted to apologize about last night" murmured Manny as he looked at EZ who swallowed hard. "Oh...no need" he laughed nervously as he felt his cock twitch as images flooded back.

"Are you sure?" you murmured as you stepped forward pressing your hand against the growing bulge in his sweats. EZ groaned and bucked into your hand involuntarily. Regaining his sense he stepped back from you his eyes darting to Manny who grinned at him. "I'm only giving you this one opportunity man. If you don't want it we can go" shrugged Manny as he grabbed your hand and started to turn back to the door.

Wordlessly EZ grabbed your other arm and spun you back around as he pressed his lips into yours. He groaned as he tasted peppermint and his mind wandered back to the candy cane you had been sucking on before it all started last night. EZ ground against you as he pushed you against his counter encouraging you to jump up onto it.

He wasted no time in yanking your shorts and panties off. His fingers dipping in and out of you as he kissed down your neck. The feel of you clenching around his fingers had him moaning as you came around them. "In me" you heatedly whispered as you used your feet to push his sweats down his hips.

EZ slammed into you making you bite down on his shoulder. He knew he wouldn't last long inside of you. The feel of your soft walls already starting to milk him as he pounded into you his pace frantic as he tried to memorize the feel. "Fuck" he groaned as he slammed into you one final time as he filled you.

"She can do better" stated Manny with a smirk as he looked between the two of you. "I think we might be here awhile" he added as you slipped off the counter and took EZ into your mouth. Moaning around his length as he started to harden again as you kept your eyes locked on Manny.

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[libraryofloveletters]

Jealously Makes Lovers

Ez Reyes x Fem!Reader

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

Word Count: 5k 

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

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Santo Padre was home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Home was always home.  

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

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

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

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

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

Nowhere to run now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll kill you, skank.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shrug, “it happens!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I moved back a few days ago.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But, you two are okay now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He could only hope that he’d have that.

----

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That left Ez.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The reason for the kiss had completely slipped your mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come in.”

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

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

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

“He’ll be home soon.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ezekiel.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You too.”

----

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine,” he says, “if you say so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---- 

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The Prospect’s Girl

When the Sons of Anarchy take you for granted one too many times and then drop the ball by forgetting to call you up for lockdown, you leave. You leave Charming behind and find yourself in Santo Padre, trying to make a better life for yourself.

Words: 6.2K Author's Note: I've never seen Mayans, so please forgive my descriptions of places and what not.

Charming, California has been your home for as long as you can remember. You'd heard stories about the Sons of Anarchy growing up but were never properly introduced until after you had started working the ER at St. Thomas. The bikers were frequent visitors and though you never believed any of their stories about how they got their wounds, you looked forward to hearing what they would come up with next.

Being kind to them and chuckling over each new excuse they fed you led to friendships you never saw coming. And then soon after that you were invited to their clubhouse, became the club nurse when they needed to be patched up off the record, and found yourself integrated into the club for the next few years.

So, when you left in the middle of the night, you left with a heavy heart and with the opinion that this was what was best for you.

Santo Padre wasn't your first choice since it was so close to the border, but a friend had gotten you a job at a clinic that was in desperate need, and you had found a decent house for cheap in the little town that was the complete opposite of Charming. The new town seemed dusty and practically run down, but there were signs of life, and you were more than ready to give it a shot. So, after moving in a week before you were set to start work at the clinic, you made your house as homey as you could with what little funds you had for the meantime, and then settled in to prepare for tongue lashings you no doubt were going to receive once the Sons realized you were gone.

Only as one day turned into two and then three, you realized with an aching heart that the phone calls were never going to come.

Feeling down one afternoon, you get into your car and head to the middle of town where it's the liveliest. There's a used bookstore that you had your eye on the moment you realized it was there and figured you could look around for future reference or hopefully have the owner set a book or two aside for you.

Walking into the bookstore makes you exhale with relief and you quietly browse the bookshelves for something that piques your interest. You found books on Norse Mythology and Greek Mythology, and even found a couple of books on the Occult. You wanted everything, but knew you shouldn't buy them at just this moment. So instead, you set your pile of books aside and walked to the front of the store to talk with the owner.

The owner was a kind old man, slipping between English and Spanish as he spoke, but thankfully you had taken Spanish in high school and knew enough to understand him. No one had ever asked to have books set aside for them, but the man was more than happy to do so for you when you explained your current money situation. He got you talking a little bit about yourself- where you came from and what you did for a living- and then you were on your way when you figured you took up enough of his time.

You leave with a smile, but the moment you step foot outside and remember where you are, the weight is back on your shoulders and the sadness creeps back in. Your phone dings and when you pull it out to find a text message from Tara to see how you're settling in, the tears start to form and slip down your face.

With blurry vision, you type back that you're fine and are excited for work. You so desperately want to ask how everyone is doing and if anyone's asked for you, but you're not sure you want to know the answer. Thankfully, before you can make a fool of yourself, someone calls your name.

"YN?"

You quickly wipe your face before looking up, plastering on a smile. "Chucky? Hey!" He's standing with two men wearing Mayan kuttes, but you pay them no mind as you greet your old friend. "How've you been?"

"I-I'm good. But you don't appear to be. What's going on?"

"Nothing. I'm fine." You pull back and wipe at your face again, sniffling as you smile. "Don't worry about it."

"Family worries about family."

His words make your heart ache even more and you're quick to wipe away the next tear that falls. "I haven't had family in quite some time, Chuck."

"But the Sons-"

You shake your head, smiling sadly. "It's a long story." You can't help but glance at the two Mexican men standing behind him, watching curiously. "And from the look of those two, you have somewhere to be." You nod at each of them before giving Chucky your full attention. "You still have my number, right?"

"Of course."

"Then when you're not busy, shoot me a text. We'll meet up and I'll tell you all about what led to me living here."

He smiles at you. "I can do that."

You hug him one last time before addressing the Mayan men. "Please keep an eye on this one," you gesture to Chucky. "He's the only family I have left."

"Will do, querida." The Mayan who assures you has an El Secretario patch on his kutte and the one at his side has a Prospect one. Both of them smile at you.

Then with one last look at Chucky, you make your way to your car to head back home.

You and Chucky trade texts for a few days, but you're not able to meet up until after you've already started work at the clinic. The clinic was small and, though most of your patients were kids or the elderly, you really liked it. It wasn't the hustle and bustle of an ER, but the new speed of it all felt like a breath of fresh air.

When the weekend comes, Chucky asks you to meet him at the Mayans clubhouse. You're hesitant at first because of your past connection to the Sons, but Chucky promises he's vouched for you and that you're welcomed. So when you pull up to Romero Brothers Scrap and Salvage yard, you're not surprised when Chucky meets you by the gates and directs you where to park.

When you get off in the dusty parking area, you shield your eyes from the sun as Chucky leads you into the clubhouse. The Mayans clubhouse is not at all what you were expecting- the green and white of the building throwing you off. Chucky chuckles at your expression as you walk up the wooden steps and then holds the door open for you. The inside seems a bit more updated than what the Sons clubhouse looked like and thankfully it doesn't quite smell the same. Sure there is the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke, but the smell of sex is absent and you're grateful for that. You don't know how the guys openly had sex for all to see. That was one thing that never sat quite well with you.

Chucky gestures to a table and tells you to take a seat while he goes to get drinks. And as soon as you sit, you're being joined by two Mayans- one you saw the other day and another with slightly wavy hair cut above his shoulders and a slightly crooked nose.

"I was wondering when we'd see you again, querida." He grabs his chair and turns it backwards so he's straddling it. "I'm Angel. This is Coco," he says while gesturing to his friend. Both are handsome in their own ways, but the one who had actually caught your eye was the prospect currently working the bar.

"YN." You flash them a small smile, making sure to keep your attention on the men at the table with you.

"We know. Chucky couldn't shut up about you once we got him started," Coco muses.

You chuckle. "He's sweet, but he doesn't know when to shut up, does he?"

"Nah, but it makes for great entertainment." You glance up when Chucky reappears, three beers and a Dr. Pepper in hand. He hands you the soda and Angel arches an eyebrow at you. "You don't drink?"

"Only on special occasions," Chucky answers as he takes a seat at the table.

Both Mayan men look at you and you shrug. "I got super wasted at a friend's wedding reception once. It was.. bad." You chuckle as you crack open your soda and take a quick sip. "It put me off alcohol for a while and now I only drink at parties, not for the hell of it."

"Now when you say bad," Coco wonders, grinning.

"I'm talking about thinking I was locked permanently in a bathroom stall even though I locked it from the inside, rolling off my bed and then barfing from the hallway all the way to the toilet."

"They found her passed out on the bathroom floor," Chucky says. "She wiped the throw up off to the side with a towel and proceeded to lay down to sleep."

Your cheeks tint pink as the Mayan men laugh. "I can't even smell crown and coke anymore. Makes me gag."

"We're gonna have to test that theory out one of these days."

You shake your head at Angel, still grinning, but then Chucky's next words make you falter. "So what happened to make you leave Charming?" Your gaze snaps to your old friend. "I know you, YN. You're loyal. You wouldn't have left unless it was bad."

You gulp as the atmosphere suddenly turns serious and your nails nervously tap against the table. Sighing, you decide to tell him just what it was that made you open your eyes and leave. "The club had a lockdown and no one thought to tell me. Their rivals picked me up right after one of my shifts at St. Thomas and beat me for information on the club." A tear streams down your face and you bat it away with a roll of your eyes. "I gave the club so many years of my life, Chuck, and they didn't fuckin' tell me about the lockdown."

"But.. you're family! Surely Juice-"

You shake your head. "Juice and I were done by then." You huff a laugh, sipping your soda to clear your throat. "The final nail in that coffin was when one of Nero's girls came to the clubhouse waving around a positive pregnancy test."

"Shit, ma, that's fucked up," Coco says.

"Thank you!" You exclaim. "But anyway, I didn't even care about the breakup. I knew that relationship had an end date as soon as we hooked up. No, what fuckin' broke my heart was that as soon as Juice's baby momma showed up, it was like I was thrown to the bottom of the fuckin' totem pole. Besides my job at the hospital, I took care of the Sons- patching them up, cooking, washing- and they didn't think to tell me about the lockdown."

"How long were you gone for before someone noticed?" Angel asks.

"No one did." You shrug. "The damn idiots had bad intel, and after a full day of being beaten on they realized I wasn't romantically linked to a Son anymore. They let me go."

"What did Jax have to say for himself when you returned?" Chucky frowns.

"Nothing really. Gave me a pat on the head, told me to take the day off, and then called me two days later to patch up Happy."

"I know we got an alliance with the Sons now," Coco says, "but that shit's twisted. You were still family whether you were bangin' a member or not, and they dropped the ball. You should have been protected."

"Yeah, well.. what's done is done," you say.

"How'd you end up in Santo Padre?" Angel then wonders.

"Believe it or not, it was Tara- the club president's wife." You slowly grin at him. "We were better as co-workers than as club friends, and she offered to help get me out of Charming when she saw the bruises I was sporting. And when I realized my life with the club would never be the same, I accepted. So she found an opening here at a clinic and I found a house, and now here I am."

"But the club knows where you are, right?"

You shrug at Chucky. "Tara knows where I am, but no one else has called or texted. They haven't called me to patch anyone up, so I don't know what's going on in their heads."

"Well damn," Angel says. "If I were in your position, querida, I'd have left too."

"Yeah."

Some other men walk into the club, stealing Angel's and Coco's attention. Another man walks in, asking Chucky for help in the scrapyard office to which Chucky glances at you apologetically.

"Go." You wave him off, chuckling. "I live here now, Chuck. We have all the time in the world to hang out."

He beams and then scurries off after the man you had seen who wore the El Presidente patch on his kutte, and then you sigh when you see the men had left their empty bottles on the table in front of you. Rolling your eyes, because men will be men, you stand and gather up the empties before walking them over to the bar where the Prospect is wiping down some glasses.

"Hey," you call out. "Where can I dump these?" You then ask when he looks up at you.

"Oh. You shouldn't have," he says, immediately reaching over the bar to take the bottles from your hands. "I would have picked 'em up."

"It's fine. I'm used to grunt work," you muse. As he drops the bottles into the trash, you introduce yourself. "I'm YN, by the way."

"Ezekiel. Or EZ," he says. You can't help but smile when you see his, that little voice in the back of your head groaning at you because EZ had such a beautiful smile and you know you're fucked. "So how do you know Chuck?"

You open your mouth to retort and then sigh, chuckling as you take a seat on one of the barstools. "Well.."

You give EZ a quicker rundown of what you just explained to Chucky, Angel and Coco, and he shakes his head when you finish. "That's fucked up. I thought the Sons were all about protecting the women of the club?"

"They are, but apparently you don't mean shit unless you've got a crow, have the title Old Lady, are related to a Son or carrying their kid."

EZ shakes his head in disbelief before he turns around, grabbing a bottle of liquor from the counter behind them. "You need a shot."

"What? No, I don't."

"Yes, you do." When he's facing you once more, he grabs a couple of shot glasses from beneath the counter. And when he sees your expression, he chuckles. "Just one. I'm not trying to get you drunk."

You quietly groan when he flashes that smile of his once more and instantly cave. He knows he's won and quickly pours the two of you a shot. Then when you pick up your shot glass, you say, "I barely even know you and already I hate you."

EZ chuckles and picks up his own shot glass, clinking them together. "To starting over in Santo Padre. May the Mayans treat you better than the Sons ever did."

You and EZ down the shots, but you're the only one whose face scrunches up and lets out a cough. He laughs as he takes the shot glasses back and then there's a sharp whistle, followed by, "Querida! I thought you didn't drink for fun?!"

You glance over in the direction of the voice, finding Angel, Coco and a couple others staring at you. Angel's looking at you as if you've offended him and you shrug with a brief chuckle. "Have you seen that face?" You ask while pointing at EZ. "I couldn't say no!"

The men boo as Angel shakes his head in disappointment. "EZ? Really? I pegged you as someone who had better taste."

You press your lips together to keep the laughter in, cursing the blush you can feel heating up your cheeks and ears. "And on that note, I should get going." You slide off the stool, rapping your knuckles along the bar while smiling at EZ. "I'll see you around, Prospect."

"Yeah. I guess you will."

Before you know it, you find yourself spending time at the Mayan clubhouse and falling into familiar patterns. When you're not working at the clinic, you're unknowingly carving yourself a spot within the Mayan family. And Chucky- well Chucky is all too happy to have you around all the time, making yourself comfortable and slowly earning everyone's respect.

Everything was going so great that it was only a matter of time before you started second guessing your life with the MC.

Chucky had called you late one night, asking if you were available to patch up Creeper. You didn't think twice before jumping out of bed, grabbing your medical bag and rushing over to the clubhouse. No one had batted an eye at your spaghetti strap tank top and tiny sleep shorts, nor did they question your work methods as you asked what type of wound you were dealing with before snapping on a pair of gloves and getting to work. Then later on, when you were done and mentally freaking out that you were getting too comfortable with yet another MC as you stood on the porch outside, the door behind you opened and EZ stepped out.

"Hey. You alright?" The concern in his features halted your panic. "You look dead on your feet."

"M'tired."

"I can see that." EZ stepped forward then, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Come on. You're not driving. You can take my bed in the trailer."

"What? No, I-"

"Don't fight him on this, ninita." The voice had startled both you and EZ, neither of you having heard the door open as Bishop stepped out. "You did great work tonight. Thank you."

"You're welcome," you had told him. "You guys are family to Chucky and Chucky.. well he's the only family I got left. If he needs me to help you, I will."

Bishop had hummed before flashing you a faint smile. "You see, that's where you're wrong."

"Bish.."

"No, EZ. Let me finish." EZ had backed off, squeezing you tighter in anticipation for whatever his president was going to say next. "Chucky is not the only family you have left, YN. You've got us now and I promise we will not throw you to the coyotes."

Your bottom lip had trembled as you smiled at him, your heart swelling with affection as a single tear fell down your face. You had laughed as you wiped it away, turning slightly to hide your face. "I'm too goddamn sleepy to be crying."

Both men had chuckled and then EZ nudged you towards the steps. "Come on. You can sleep it off in the trailer like I suggested."

After that, you laughed more freely and let your guard down around the men. Chucky was happy to see you so happy, especially when EZ was involved, and told you that EZ was nothing like Juice if you were interested. You were and you thought maybe EZ was too, but with all the teasing from his Mayan brothers, the two of you didn't quite know how to take the next step.

As the months slowly pass, your birthday sneaks up on you. You're not one who cares for presents or parties, but you did like for it to at least be acknowledged. However, since you're in Santo Padre, you don't expect anything. So you go through your work day, an air of melancholy surrounding you that alerts your coworkers to something being wrong. Thankfully, they don't bother you after you assure them you're fine and that you're just having an off day.

On your way home from work, you get a birthday message from Tara that makes you smile before making you sad because out of everyone you left behind, she was the only person to say anything. So when you get home, you take off your shoes by the door, turn down the AC so your house will be colder, and then head straight into your bathroom to shower off the day.

Afterwards, dressed in a black tank top and a pair of joggers, you toss last night's leftover Chinese into the microwave and then pour yourself a large glass of wine. You tie your hair up in a messy bun and then take your food and drink to the couch so you can watch something mind numbing.

You end up drinking more wine after you finish off your food and then wrap yourself up in a blanket to doze on the couch. The sun is no longer in the sky when someone knocks on your door, and you startle into alertness. Then, still wrapped up in a throw blanket, you get up and answer the door.

EZ stands there, a cupcake and a single flickering candle in his hand. You slowly smile, shaking your head at him as you open the door wider. "How did you know?"

"Chucky might have mentioned something." As he steps in so you can shut the door behind him, he holds the cupcake closer to your face. "Make a wish, querida."

"Making wishes are for children, EZ."

"Just do it."

Letting out a soft sigh, you close your eyes and make a wish just to appease your friend. Then cracking open one eye, you blow out the candle. "There. Happy?"

"Ecstatic. Now come on. We're splitting this." On your way to the kitchen, you drop your blanket and make a beeline for the drawer where the butter knives are. EZ peels off the wrapper and sets the cupcake down so you can cut it, and then picks up his half. And then with the most heartfelt smile, he says, "Happy birthday, YN."

"Thanks, EZ." You flash him a faint smile in return.

You're not paying him any attention as you pick up your half of the cupcake, nor paying any attention to his smirk as you raise the cupcake to your mouth. Right as you're about to eat it, the bottom of your hand is pushed upward and the cupcake icing smears across your top lip and nose. "You motherfu-"

EZ laughs as you try to shove your piece of cupcake into his face, his large hands wrapping around your wrists to keep you at bay. You drop the cupcake in the struggle when EZ apologizes. "I'm sorry. I had to."

"You didn't have to do shit." You pout at him as your struggling ceases, and he continues to laugh as he loosens his grip on your wrists.

Then with one hand, EZ reaches up to wipe away some of the icing.

You don't think much about standing nearly chest to chest with him, but as his thumb swipes across your top lip, you tense. EZ freezes too and unwillingly your gaze clashes with his. You gulp at the expression on his face and your breath starts to quicken the longer you stare at one another. Then slowly but surely, it's like a flip has been switched as he raises his thumb to his mouth.

"Mmm." EZ hums with a smirk. "You taste good."

Your eyes subtly widen. "Fuck."

He chuckles at the quiet exclamation, and before you can chicken out you reach up with one hand to grasp the back of his neck. Quickly bringing his face down to your level, EZ's hand grasps onto your waist as you pull him into a kiss. He smiles against your mouth before getting with the program and letting his hands slide down to the back of your thighs so he can lift you. You hum as he sets you on the counter and then gasp as he pushes your knees apart so he can press in closer to you. His hands move to cradle your face to bring you into yet another kiss and you greedily wrap your legs around his waist.

"Tell me why.. we haven't done this sooner." He mumbles between kisses.

"Because.. we're idiots?" EZ pulls back to chuckle, resting his forehead against yours. As his thumbs brush back and forth over your cheeks and your head clears some, you reach up to grasp his wrists and pull his hands away. Your smile slowly vanishes. "What are we doing here, EZ?"

"I thought it was obvious?" He glances down to where your legs are still wrapped around him and you snort, letting your legs drop.

"Well yeah, but.." You trail off with a laugh, pushing him back a step so you can breathe a little easier. Then taking a breath to settle your nerves, you say, "I need to know what this is before I jump all in. If you abide by the what happens on the road, stays on the road rule then you need to tell me right now so I don't take whatever this is between us too seriously."

"Fuck that. I won't make his mistake, querida. If I'm with you, I'm only with you. I don't play around."

"Well that's a relief." You sigh. "Because I don't think I can share you."

"Same." EZ leans in for another quick kiss before pulling back and tugging you off the counter. "Now go change. It's Friday so we're going to the clubhouse."

"No," you whine as he starts to push you towards the living room. "I just wanna finish my wine and curl up under the blanket."

"Put on jeans. We're taking my bike."

"You're no longer my favorite Reyes brother."

"Of course I am. I don't recall seeing you flirt with Angel."

"Whatever. Just for this, I'm drinking tonight and you get to babysit my ass."

EZ laughs as he pushes you into your room, shutting the door behind you. "That's fine. We'll just sleep in the trailer so you don't fall off the back of my bike."

You continue to grumble as you switch out your joggers for a pair of skinny jeans and then throw on a purple plaid long sleeve over your tank top. The clubhouse is usually warm so you know you'll end up shedding the long sleeve not long after you get there. Then pulling on a pair of worn-in Doc Martens, you loosely braid your hair over your shoulder and keep the tie around your wrist because you'll know it'll end up back in a bun once you get a few drinks in.

When you join EZ out in your living room, you're surprised to see he has a helmet in hand. "You were so sure I'd be joining you tonight, weren't you?"

"If I recall correctly, which I do," he muses, "you once said you couldn't say no to my face."

"You and your goddamn smile," you mumble. "Give me the helmet, and lets go before I change my mind and try to seduce you into my bed."

EZ's smile falters at your words. "That.. that was a possibility?"

"Well it's not now. You're on babysitting duty, Reyes."

EZ only has himself to blame as you hunt down your phone and house keys, pocketing them before taking the helmet from his hands and walking towards your front door. He stares longingly at the hallway leading to your bedroom and you laugh while waiting for him outside. But when he's sitting on his bike and you're climbing on behind him after locking up your house and clipping on the spare helmet, he's suddenly very eager to get you to the clubhouse.

On the ride with your arms wrapped around EZ's waist, you realize how much you've missed cruising on the back of a bike. Your head falls back and you let a laugh loose towards the sky as EZ speeds up just a little bit more.

When you get to the clubhouse, it seems like a normal Friday night party. The usual hangarounds are milling around the dusty parking lot- some sitting at picnic tables and others congregating around the cage where a fight is currently taking place. You climb off the back of the bike when EZ parks, unclipping the helmet and hanging it from his handlebars. He beams at you as he removes his own, then slings an arm around your shoulders while leading you towards the porch steps.

"Don't be mad." EZ opens the door for you and you step into the clubhouse.

"Why would I-"

"SURPRISE!"

Confetti poppers explode in front of you, startling you and showering you with shimmery gold and silver pieces of paper. You gape at the gathered Mayans and hangarounds you've become acquainted with as EZ comes up behind you, sliding his arm around your shoulders again.

"What the-"

Chucky stumbles forward, dressed in his best, as he smiles at you. "Family celebrates family. Happy birthday, YN."

"Chuck-" You shake your head in disbelief, stepping forward and pulling the man into a hug. You can feel the tears coming and your face scrunches up on instinct.

"Aw, querida, don't cry!" Angel laughs.

Through your tears, you laugh as you pull out of the hug. "Shut up and get me a shot. EZ's on babysitting duty tonight."

Angel and Coco cheer in delight, the two of them eagerly rushing to the bar where a woman is currently tending to it. Bishop, Hank, Taza, Gilly, and Creeper greet you with a hug and happy birthday wishes before Angel and Coco shove a filled shot glass into your hands.

"To the birthday girl!" Angel shouts. "May she get shit faced, barf all over the place, and not remember a goddamn thing in the morning."

"To barfing all over the place!" Everyone rejoices.

You down the shot with a grimace, laughing as another woman steps forward with a birthday sash. As the men cheer while you're draped with the sash, you can't help but compare the situation here with the Mayans and previous ones with the Sons. No croweater back in Charming would be doing this, instead she'd be off to the side and glaring at you for daring to have any of the Sons' attention on you. But here with the Mayans- a majority of the women had accepted you right away without any issue, with the exception of a couple who had tested you once they realized you were going to be a regular.

"Ma, get over here!" Coco calls out. "Gilly and Angel wanna play pool. I want the birthday girl as my partner."

As you make your way towards the pool table with EZ at your side, you tie your hair up before shedding your plaid long sleeve and tying it around your waist. "Alright, gentlemen," you say as Coco hands you a pool stick, "prepare to eat shit."

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You're three beers in when Angel and Creeper somehow end up in the cage outside. You're sitting atop the picnic table, feet planted on the bench where EZ sits between your knees, as you watch the two men throw punch after punch.

"Yeah, Creeper, kick his ass!" You shout and EZ snorts.

Angel stumbles around in the cage, eyes seeking you out. "You're a fuckin' mean drunk, querida! EZ, don't let her drink anymore."

"Oh no, pretty boy. You wanted me to drink, I'm drinking. Suck it up." You salute him with the neck of your beer bottle, giggling when Creeper swats the back of Angel's head to get him back into the fight.

EZ laughs as he glances over his shoulder at you. "That wine and beer finally catching up to you?"

"Barely." You grin while raking your nails along the back of his head. You see his eyelids flutter and you grin. "I don't plan on overdoing it. Don't worry."

After the fight, everyone finds their way back into the clubhouse with new friends from a visiting charter.

The Reyes brothers and Coco find their way to a table as YN heads off towards the bar. EZ watches as she chats up the bartender, laughing at something that's said between the two of them. He grins when he sees the bartender putting an ice pack together, no doubt for his brother who's grimacing at his bloodied knuckles. His grin then falters when a patched member from the Stockton charter moves in on YN, chatting her up.

"When are you gonna lock that down?" Coco asks. "Girl like her won't be single for much longer."

"What makes you think I haven't already?"

Angel scoffs. "You're too chicken shit to have made a move."

EZ shakes his head at his brother before all three gazes turn back to YN. Her smile seems a little forced as she continues to talk to the Stockton guy and when she catches EZ's gaze, she nods and smiles brighter than before. She says something to her companion to which he turns, frowning at EZ when he lays eyes on him. As YN walks around the guy, he decides to follow her.

"Oh shit." Coco starts to laugh.

As you make your way towards your three friends, you roll your eyes at the fact that you have a tagalong and then wink at EZ when he tries to cover his amused smile. You hand Angel the makeshift ice pack as they greet the patched member following you. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood."

"You spoil us, hermosa."

"Yeah, yeah. Save the flattery for the other women, Angel. I doubt your brother will tolerate it for much longer."

"Why wouldn't EZ-" You grin as you move towards a smiling EZ, standing behind him and bending down to wrap your arms loosely around his shoulder.

"The fuckin' prospect? Really?" The Stockton member huffs, shaking his head in disappointment.

Angel's eyes narrow at the guy before he looks back at you. "That doesn't mean anything. You've hung off Bish like that a couple weeks ago and he laughed before patting your hand and sending you on your way."

One of your arms straightens down EZ's chest and you rake your nails across his clothed abdomen that causes him to inhale sharply. "Sorry, 'Mano, but I don't fuck in front of an audience."

Angel's eyes slightly widen as you smirk at him.

"Ohh.. she a bold drunk," Coco muses as his gaze darts back and forth, the Stockton member walking off when he realizes he's not holding your attention.

EZ chuckles as he grasps your wrist and tugs you out from behind him. He pulls you down into his lap, sitting you sideways. "Stop teasing." And before you can say anything in return, his mouth is claiming yours in a kiss for all to see.

"Fucking finally!" Angel exclaims. You have to pull back from EZ, laughing as his brother addresses the other members. "Pay up, perras. I told you it was gonna happen today."

As Angel collects payment from many disgruntled and disappointed Mayans, you make yourself comfortable on a smug EZ's lap. "You good?" He asks, one hand running up and down your jean clad thigh.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" You ask.

"I don't know. We only just decided to give us a shot before we showed up to the clubhouse and already you had to out us just to shut up my brother."

You quickly glance back at EZ, shaking your head with a grin. "That wasn't for Angel. That was for anyone who was thinking I was available for a quick fuck in the supply closet."

"What?" His brow furrows as he tenses in his seat. "Is that what that guy-"

"It's fine." You laugh and shove his shoulder back when he leans forward in his seat as if he were about to stand. "Maria behind the bar warned him off and then I tried warning him off, but he didn't think I was being serious. Now he and everyone else does."

"Yeah..?"

"Yes." You lean forward as if to kiss him again, but stopping just shy of your lips touching. You brush your nose along his with a smile. "Now go get me another shot. I think I'm only a couple of tequila shots away from thinking I give great lap dances. According to a friend, it's quite the sight to behold."

The table in front of you jerks as Coco immediately stands, having hit his knee on the underside in his rush to get up. "On it! I'm on it. I'm bringing all the shots."

You and EZ laugh as Coco makes a beeline for Angel and then the bar, and you exhale with a shake of your head. You never thought you'd ever find yourself a part of another MC after Charming, but now- now you're grateful for their terrible treatment of you that led to you settling down in Santo Padre.

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Partners: EZ Reyes x Reader

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Story Arc:

The Water Tower - EZ tells you a secret.

Pound of Flesh - EZ realises the situation with your debt has taken a violent turn.

"you have my life in your hands" - EZ pays off your debt.

Drinking Tonight - EZ reflects on his decision.

It’s you that texts EZ, not the other way around. He doesn’t know what to expect when he steps into the bar. There’s a trepidation in his chest because whilst the two of you weren’t talking, your relationship is in stasis. It’s the reason he’s kept his head down over the past few days, given you a little space because the truth is he doesn’t want what he has with you to end. He knows that’s what’s going to happen now you’ve broken the stalemate. You’re going to give him his stuff back and tell him that it’s over.

In his heart he knows that he would do it all over again. He can’t stand the idea of you being broken like that, having to trade your body to pay off the interest of a loan that you didn’t ask for.

When he enters the bar, you’re sitting at one of the tables near the juke box. The machine is unplugged, the glass panel still smashed. Someone has helped repair the shelves that lined the back wall of the bar, Riz he thinks, he remembers the other man mentioning popping over a couple of nights ago. He sits down across from you, his shoulders tense as he slumps in his seat unable to look at you.

There’s silence for a minute before you sigh, your fingertips straying to one of the cardboard coasters before you begin to toy with it.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him. “I’m sorry for reacting the way I did. I…” You hesitate for a second before finding your words. “I’m so used to being on my own, that I forgot what it’s like to rely on another person. I haven’t been able to do that for a very long time.”

He knows your talking about your father, both before and after his death. You’d taken care of him long before the cirrhosis killed him, when he was too drunk to stand, too beaten up to gamble, too hungover to manage a bar. You’ve fended for yourself for as long as you can remember.

“I don’t want to take your money. I don’t want it to taint our relationship but now we’re in a predicament because I feel beholden to you, and I don’t like that feeling.”

“You aren’t.” EZ says fiercely, ducking his head so he can meet your gaze. “I don’t expect anything from you.”

“Imagine it was Angel.” You say carefully. “That Angel had paid off a debt you owed to the club, a debt that right now you can’t possibly afford to pay, imagine how that would make you feel.”

Grateful, he thinks and then trapped. There are expectations attached to something like that even if they aren’t spoken. Angel would never hold it over him, but it would be there, in between the two of them. It’s in that moment that he gets it. By paying the debt he may have taken Grady’s boot off the back of your neck, but he’s replaced it with his own.

“How do we fix this?” He asks you, his elbows coming to rest on the table. “How do we move past it?”

You lean down and reach into your purse, withdrawing an A4 brown envelope and setting it down on the table in front of him.

“I had this drawn up.”

He frowns as he reaches for the envelope, unsealing it with his fingertip before he pulls the paperwork out of it and studies it intently. It’s a contract, he sees his name on it and yours, the title of the bar and it dawns on him all at once.

“No.” He says as he places the document back down on the table. “I don’t want it.”

“EZ…” You begin but he shakes his head cutting you off.

“Jo, this place belongs to you, to your family.” He says, his voice rough. “I can’t take it from you.”

“EZ, you are the only person in this world that understands how much this place means to me.” You tell him, reaching across the table and clasping his head in yours. “Why I have to keep it, why I work my ass off for it and for you to be a partner in that…” You trail off for a second and he realises how hard this is, not just for him but for you too. You are not a woman who trusts easily, the world has taught you that other people only want something in exchange for what you can give them.

This contract is your way of resetting the balance between the two of you. As much as you have faith in him, you’ve been proven wrong so many times before that the wound just can’t be healed. He understands that about you.

“Think of the money as an investment.” You tell him. “You own 50% of the bar. You get a say in all of the decision making and a 50% share of the profits, everything else is up to me. The operations, the day to day running, it’s mine to deal with. In a couple of years when I’ve saved enough cash, I can buy you out.”

It’s clear that you’ve given this a lot of thought, that for you this is the light at the end of a dark tunnel that has been your reality for a very long time. He places his palm upon the paperwork as he stares down at it, his fingertips skating over the text. The time he’s spent behind your bar, with you have been some of the happiest of his life. He can see this working, the two of you being happy together, running this place.

“No interest.” He says finally as he tilts his head up to look at you. “The aim of paying off the loan was to give you the room to breathe. Take the part about the interest out and I’ll sign it.”

“EZ…”

“Jo.” He says firmly. “No interest.”

You pause for a second before nodding your head.

“Fine. No interest.” You agree as you slide the paperwork back towards you. “I’ll get this amended for you to sign.”

He watches as you tuck the contract back into the envelope, returning it to your purse.

“And us?” He asks you, dark eyes resting on you as you lean across the table so that your faces are inches apart. “Where does this leave the two of us?”

“I guess this makes us partners.” You tell him, your fingertips trailing over the curve of his cheek. “In life and with the bar.”

He exhales, his eyes meeting yours as his lips brush over the tattoo on your pulse point.

“Partners.” He says with a smile. “I like the sound of that.”

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[michaelirby]

Ez Reyes in Mayans MC Season 5 Episode 1

[breanime]

Because EZ is daddy

#gif drabble submission

You were asleep when EZ came back to his trailer. You heard him come in, heard the door close behind him and heard the soft thud of his feet on the floor. You were tucked in bed, exhausted after spending the better part of the day shopping for EZ's sparse trailer with Letty and Chucky (of all people).

It was a good day.

You felt the bed dip as EZ got in with you, and a moment later, he kissed the side of your face.

You smiled, "You smell like crime."

He chuckled, "Crime?" He kissed your cheek again. "Crime must smell good."

You giggled, turning over and looking up at him, "It smells like gasoline and leather and smoke."

"You know I don't smoke."

"Yeah, but Angel does. Everyone else does."

"Manny doesn't."

You laughed, your boyfriend was suspiciously fond of Manny. "I bet he doesn't get into bed with his lady smelling like outside," you countered.

EZ laughed back, getting up and shedding his kutte, "Okay, okay, I hear you loud and clear," he turned, his muscled back to you, and you watched the way his broad shoulders moved underneath his tiny little tank top. He looked around the trailer, noting the changes you made with a quiet satisfaction.

You, however, only had eyes for his body. He was built like a fucking god. "Come here."

EZ turned back to you, a wide grin on his face, "Yeah? Even though I smell?" He teased.

You held your arms out, "My sense of sight is stronger than my sense of smell."

"Eh, I dunno," he swayed as he stood over you, smiling down at you warmly, "You made a pretty compelling argument, maybe I should get outta here and shower up before--"

"Ezekiel," you interrupted, impatient, "either get your ass in this bed or give me Manny's number, dammit, cause I--"

He laughed, launching himself into bed and on top of you, wrapping you in his arms as he did. "Manny's my boy, but I'd kill him if he ever touched you."

You kissed him, and as he kissed you back, you knew that neither of you would be getting any sleep tonight.

Not that either of you minded.

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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Your Biker in Worn Leather Part 2

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 396

Summary: You finally tell EZ who’s responsible for your current appearance.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I have no idea if the Burning Souls are a real MC, it’s just a made up name for this fic. If they are real, this is in no way, shape, or form related to them and for entertainment purposes only.

Part 1

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EZ’s voice rang in your ears. Who did this to you? You knew the man Ezekiel would become once you told him the name. That version of EZ was terrifying to you despite his lividness never being aimed at you but others instead.

“Baby, who was it?” The biker asked once again in a softer tone, concerned filled eyes never leaving your face.

You swallowed hard. “Burning Souls.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look into EZ’s eyes. The fire that resided there was frightening and anyone in their right mind would run for the hills when met with the intense anger that bubbled up in the Mayan.

The Burning Souls were relatively new to the scene, being made up by men discharged from various branches of the armed forces and former police officers. They used all their skills, experience, and resources to their advantage to strike fear into anyone and everyone who crossed their path. What was their motivation? Their goal? Easy. To destroy all MCs in the state of California. To cause chaos, destruction, havoc and if people died in the process, that made it even better.

The Burning Souls had been scoping out the Mayans for a few weeks now. They had watched each Mayan through town and ultimately followed them to the clubhouse’s run down walled gate.

When the Burning Souls first saw you they didn’t think much of you, thinking you were just a club hang around and only there for fun and sex. That opinion of you was proven wrong when they kept seeing you with the Mayans’ Vice President, Ezekiel Reyes. The hugs and kisses exchanged between you and EZ told the story of love. Now the Burning Souls had what they needed — a weakness. A weakness to the VP. It was as close to the top as they were going to get since Obispo Losa showed no interest in love or affection but rather just sex. With no ammo to use on the Mayans’ President, the VP was next in line.

As soon as the MC’s name left your lips, EZ’s jaw tightened, fists clenched, his anger rose and rose with each passing second.

No one harms, much less touches his girl. Most importantly, no one lives to tell the tale.

Ezekiel Reyes was about to start a war ten times worse than the entire world has ever seen.

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Softer Pleasures - An EZ Reyes/OC One Shot Story.

Just a little smutty offering I had revolving around in my head. Enjoy!

Words - 1,104

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“What is it,” she began, sighing as his tongue rolled in a slow circle, “about going down on me that you love so much?”  

He didn’t reply at first, but the raised eyebrow said enough, looking up at her as he sucked gently on her clit. “I’ve never been asked that before.” He continued to suck upon her, laughing a little, entertained that she should ask him such a thing, right when he was in the middle of doing it. “You’re expecting a reply, aren’t you?”

“Mmhmm.”  

“Hmmm.” His tongue flattened against her, dragging over her bud slowly. “Alright, well it feels amazing, tastes amazing, fucking turns me on like you wouldn’t believe, and then there’s the way you react to it. How wet you get, and those little moans. Fuck. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to put my mouth back to making said moans happen rather than talking about them.”

The heat of his mouth had her gleaming as he laved at her once again, the nectar of her cunt saturating his tongue. In truth, words alone couldn’t describe how it made him feel, to pleasure her like that, his heartbeat quickened, skin tingling as little wells of contentment poured through him. And then she moaned again, a seraphim’s symphony to his ears, a summer sonnet of lust, thumbing her clit to gently drag the hood back, the tip of his tongue tracing tight circles, the song of her arousal filling his ears again.  

Pleasure draped over her like the swathe of silk, each flicker of his tongue making her arousal bloom, like summer flowers kissed by the first sun, awakened and reaching towards the light. Each lick was an ember ignited, heat winding and coiling low in her, his breath a hot tempest as his hands stroked over the soft round of her tummy, fingertips flexing as he drove the simmer through her.  

Her panting escalated, her lips parting on a soft cry. “EZ, please, I need...” Her words were cut short by the pull of his lips sucking upon her, the tip of his tongue pushing against her clit, increasing the pressure as she keened against him, her nails flexing against his shoulders. “Yes, like that, just like that!”

He peered up at her, cheeks hollowed, moaning low in his throat, the vibrations from such only adding to the bonfire of ecstasy that crackled up her spine, the burn of pleasure then settling low within her, her soft thighs writhing against his face as his eyes shone gold, his cock throbbing with the need to fill her.  

She drew a breath through gritted teeth, her walls in spasm as her fuse flickered and crackled, primed to explode, his mouth working her hungrily before the desire grew too strongly within him, sitting up and pushing her legs back, her knees pressed to her chest as he skimmed her folds with the head of his cock. He teased her a little before sinking in slowly, spreading her around him, his hands stroking the soft of her thighs.  

He was slow to begin with, enjoying the soaking heat that gripped him, almost every inch of him dragging through her in gentle trawl, his heart thundering as he watched the way she loved it, loved him within her, parting her legs to lean down to her, his lips finding hers. “Fuck, that pretty little pussy is heaven, I swear. God... ahhh.” He was always so overcome to be inside her, and the novelty never wore off.  

It was all languid, like a sensual drip of honey, thick and sweet, their mouths locked as tongues swirled, breath hitched, and moans poured like wine from one mouth to another, her hands stroking the thick planes of muscle that ridged his shoulders. She gripped onto them when he sank into her deeper, gasping against his neck, her teeth laying a soft bite as lightning struck through the marrow of her, EZ sitting up again as speed replaced the slow trawl. 

His gaze fell to watch his cock emptying and filling her, glinting in the low light, creamed with the silken satin of what sheathed him so well, moving his thumb to press her clit, rubbing sweet tingles, his mouth tilting into a grin as she cried out shrilly.  

She tightened around him, a velvet, vice-like grip that began to pull the waves building within him to greater strength, his mouth falling open as he panted hard, rutting into her with more urgency. She began to quake ardently, feeling sparks skittering along her spine and down her legs, moaning contently as he folded to kiss her sternum, moving upwards slowly until his mouth was returned to hers, offering kisses of voracious want.  

Their bodies pushed against each other in heated sync, her legs moving to hook around his waist and grip tightly as she panted against his mouth. Everything became fervidly uncontained, her hands gliding down his well-defined back, the plush velvet of her cunt pulsing around him.  

An upward tilt of his hips as he shifted slightly had her gasping, the hardness within her slick walls nudging different spots and prompting ebullience as she started to glow. His mouth dipped to suck her nipples in turn, a rumbling groan permeating the air, the heat of his cock delicious as she rolled her hips up against him, loving him pinning her there beneath his weight.  

“Ahhh, fuck!” he gritted, driving into her centre in frenzy, teeth grazing the column of her throat, his hips shuddering with effort as lightning struck through him, her own release gathering momentum.

Being unselfish, he kept going until he knew her wails were the siren song of her cresting, her body shuddering against his as she glimmered strongly, wailing into his shoulder. The illumination of golden sunshine gilded her, rays surging through her veins, lighting her up like the darkened horizon at dawn as he quivered against her, cock twitching, pulsing endless, hot waves of cum into her, his groans all grit and gravel before his body slackened, lying breathless in her arms.  

“You know how I detailed why I love going down on you so much?” he asked a few minutes later, still on top of her, stroking the side of her neck as he rested his head against her chest.  

“Uh-huh,” she breathed, still a little spaced out.

“I think I love this more, just lying here with you like this.”  

Truth was, he loved everything about her, every moment, every touch. She knew it, too, lifting his head and cradling his face, offering soft kisses as she hummed with happiness.  

[drabbles-mc]

Aftermath

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language, implied/referenced smut

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This fic is the reason taht I got no sleep last night. It hit me at like 11:30pm and I had to stay up to finish it. That being said, I have not reread it and I have no idea if it makes sense. Anyway. Enjoy some messy EZ Reyes.

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You woke to the sound of construction, which automatically earned a groan from you. You hadn’t even opened your eyes yet and you were already over the day. The banging coming from outside certainly didn’t help the pulsating in your head. It wasn’t enough to be a real hangover, but it was enough to be a very real inconvenience. You buried your face into the pillow you were resting on, fighting the urge to pull the blanket up over your head as you reached out to attempt to try and blindly find your phone.

But then you couldn’t feel the edge of your mattress. Or your nightstand.

Then you realized it was because you weren’t at your own apartment. And the construction sounds weren’t that at all, but the sounds of the scrapyard.

You shot upright, much to your head's dismay as it sent a shock of pain from one end of your skull to the other. You winced, shutting your eyes tight for a moment as you pull the blanket up so it covered your completely bare torso. You groaned quietly, using one hand to keep the blanket wrapped around you, the other wiping the sleep from your eyes.

Sighing, you looked around the empty trailer. The night before was coming back in waves. There was way too much there to unpack since you weren’t even fully awake yet. You fought the urge to shake your head at yourself, not wanting to rattle your brain further. You blinked slowly a couple times as you tried to let your body adjust, tried to figure out what you were going to do next.

EZ was long gone. You saw that he had nicely folded up your clothes and left them on the counter for you to change back into. You’d call him a gentleman if the circumstances had been anything other than what they were. Still, you got up and pulled your clothes back on as quickly as you could in the cramped space you had. The trailer had felt so much larger last night, but then again , anything beyond the expanse of the mattress wasn’t really your concern.

One good turn deserved another. You had no intention of leaving his trailer a mess. It was bad enough you’d probably created an unpalatable situation of your friendship with him. You’d done irreparable damage to your relationship with both Reyes boys in a span of less than twenty-four hours. That had to be a record of some kind.

The bed was a sofa once more, and you’d folded up the sheets for him. Running your hands over your face and raking your fingers back along your scalp, you decided that there were no other ways to keep procrastinating. Pulling your boots on, you stepped over to the door of his trailer.

Pushing the door open, you squinted and made a sound somewhere between pain and disgust at the light hitting your eyes. Bringing one hand up, you tried to shield your vision from the late-morning light.

You blindly dug around in your purse as you went down the steps of EZ's trailer. Your fingers were searching for your car keys, but you came up dry. You knew that you drove over the night before. You’d only had two drinks and your apartment was apparently way too close to the scrapyard for your own good. You knew you drove. So either Angel had found out and driven off with your car out of spite, or, well, you weren’t quite sure what the other option was.

The last thing you wanted to do was see anyone else from the club, but it didn’t seem like you were going to have another choice. With a small shake of your head, you started to make your way towards the clubhouse.  You didn’t even know what you were going to say if someone asked what you were doing there, or how you’d managed to misplace your entire vehicle.

“Hey, Y/N,” EZ called after you. He sounded the same as he always did. You didn’t know if that was reassuring or not.

You turned around to face him. The second that your eyes locked onto his everything from the night before came rushing back. You tried not to think about it, his lips on yours, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. You shook your head at yourself, physically willing the thoughts away in an attempt to have somewhat of a normal conversation with him. 

“Hey.” You hooked your thumbs onto the beltloops of your jeans  “You know what happened with—”

You stopped short as he pulled your car keys from his pocket and dangled them in front of you. The smirk on his face was nothing but sinful considering everything that had happened. “Parked it in the lot at the end of the block. Figured you didn’t want—”

“Thanks,” you cut him off, not really wanting to get into it. The sooner you could leave all of this mess behind, the better.

He chuckled. Fucking shameless. “No problem.”

He slapped the keys into your hand, his fingers wrapping around your hand for a fleeting moment. That was all it took, one second and one gesture and all that was running through your head was the thought of those same fingers when they were wrapped around your throat the night before.

“Bye, EZ.” It didn’t feel like there was anything else to be said. Or, at least, the smart thing would not be saying anything more than that.

You were a few strides away when he caught up to you, easily matching your pace. “We good?”

You barked out a laugh at that, shaking your head. “I don’t think that’s really a question we need to—”

“Y/N?” Angel's voice cut into your conversation.

You sighed, mumbling so that only EZ could hear you. “I’m changing my fucking name.”

EZ chuckled and shook his head, looking back and forth between you and his brother. Angel did the same, looking back and forth between you and EZ before asking, “The fuck are you doing here?”

“Leaving,” you said, not looking at either of them as you continued walking to the exit of the scrapyard. You didn’t want to linger long enough for Angel to realize that you were still in the same clothes from the night before.

Angel looked at his brother, not understanding what the smug look on his face was all about. “What’d she want?”

EZ shrugged. “Not sure.” He clapped Angel on the shoulder. “I’m gonna walk her to her car.”

Angel reached out and grabbed his brother’s arm, fingers keeping him in a vice grip. “You know what happened with me and her?”

“Not the details, but,” he chuckled, “the ‘the fuck are you doing here’ said enough.”

“And you’re still just gonna—”

“Yea,” EZ cut him off, not sounding confrontational in his tone but the look in his eyes was daring Angel to say something, “That a problem?”

Angel shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

EZ didn’t wait around to hear whatever else Angel had to say. He walked away, quickly making his way after you again. He caught up just as you were stepping out the gates of the scrapyard. You’d heard the footsteps, and you knew from the lack of yelling it must’ve been EZ and not his brother. You didn’t say anything, didn’t slow down or speed up your pace.

“You think he’s never gonna find out?” he asked.

You shook your head, still not looking at him. “There’s nothing to find out.”

He laughed. “Really? So if I go back there right now and tell him—”

You stopped in your tracks, turning to face EZ. “There’s nothing to find out because it’s not going to happen again.”

The smile on his face made you want to smack it clean off of him. He was getting way too much enjoyment out of all of this. “Sure it’s not.” He paused. “Did it work, though?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you hit the unlock button on your keys. “Did what work?”

He stepped in closer to you, his chest nearly pressing against yours. “Did it make you stop thinking about him?”

You sucked in a deep breath, trying to figure out if closing your eyes so you weren’t looking directly into his anymore would be helpful or hurtful. He waited patiently for your response, the grin not fading from his features in the slightest.

You felt your heart rate spike as the thoughts broke containment once more. You remembered him opening the door to his trailer, just in his jeans. You saw the confusion on his face as he let you in, knowing what had happened between you and his brother just a few hours beforehand. He hadn’t expected to ever really see you again, certainly not one-on-one like this. Or at the yard or the clubhouse at all.

He'd hardly even gotten the question out to ask how you were doing when you told him, “I don’t want to think about him.”

He didn’t try to send you off or push you away. There was a slight moment of hesitation before he recovered, falling right into stride with ease that should’ve been questionable but it wasn’t. You remembered feeling the heat radiating off of his chest as he stood in front of you, about as close as he was standing to you now. You remembered the borderline baiting tone in his voice as he asked, “What do you want me to do about that?”

And you remembered your borderline pathetic response of, “Make me stop thinking about him.”

And he did.

Coming back to the present, you shook your head. “I shouldn’t have done it. It’s not gonna happen again.”

He stepped in closer, making you back up against the side of your car. “But it worked, right?”

You huffed, annoyed because he was putting you in this position, annoyed because he was absolutely correct. “Yes, it worked, but—”

He cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. You knew you should’ve fought against it but you couldn’t. You melted against him instantly, heat rolling over you in waves as his hand came to rest around your throat, applying just enough pressure to have a reason for being there. You should’ve been upset about it but you weren’t.

When he pulled his lips off of yours, his hand remained for a second. His eyes raked over your face, like he was putting extra effort into the memory of it that was going to sit in his mind for the rest of his life. There were far worse sights to have burned into his brain.

His hand fell back to his side and coherent thoughts slowly started to enter back into your brain. “Look, it can’t happen again. I’m sorry I even showed up.”

He smiled, shaking his head. “No you’re not.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fuck off.”

He took a step back. “Gotta get back to work anyway.” You wanted to have something witty and scathing to say but your mind was blank. He must’ve seen it on your face, because the smirk on his face grew as he said, “I’ll see you around.”

You shook your head at him, but you didn’t have it in you to argue. You didn’t want to make a liar out of yourself. Turning around, you yanked open the door of your car and got inside. When you looked back at him, EZ was already heading back towards the scrapyard again like nothing had even happened. You couldn’t see it, but you were certain he still had the same smug little grin on his face.

You leaned forward, resting your forehead against the steering wheel. You shut your eyes for a moment as you tried to will yourself to calm down. How you managed to make so many problems for yourself and then make them worse was beyond you. But here you were, stuck in a mess of your own making. You had no idea if it was going to get worse before it got better, or if it was just going to get worse.

[mystic-shadows42]

Involved

Pairing: Ez x f! reader (one-shot)

Warnings: Language

Summary: Being the oldest daughter of Coco hasn’t been easy, especially after being told the truth. What you and everyone else didn’t expect to happen was for you and Ez to become involved with each other.

“Hey, where’s my-” Letty cut herself off as her eyes widened at the scene in front of her. You and Ez were in the middle of getting hot and heavy before she walked in. Both your shirts were long gone but luckily you still had on your bra.

“Letty!” You yelled. She knew the rule. Always knock when the door is closed but younger siblings never seem to understand that.

She tilted her head not bothering to leave but wanting an explanation of what she walked into as she crossed her arms. There was a glint in her eye that you knew she’d use against you if you didn’t get on her good side.

You cleared your throat caught between being irritated and self-conscious. It was the two sides of your world colliding and you didn’t know if you were ready for it yet. You and Ez wanted to keep things on the down low.

All the while you, Letty, and Coco were trying to mend this family bond.

“Ez you remember my sister Letty.”

Ez cleared his throat and gave an awkward wave before reaching for his shirt to put on.

“Yeah, I remember.”

Letty walked in cockily and bent down to pick up your shirt before throwing it at you. Now she knew the real reason why you had convinced her not to pursue Ez.

“Coco’s going to fucking flip when he finds out.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, mad not only because she was irritating you but thinking she had the upper hand.

“He’s not going to find out and you’re going to make sure of that.”

She raised her index finger in the air. “Shit like this always comes out and now I’m involved because I know. When,” she emphasized, “Coco finds out, that’s on both of you.”

“We’ll take the chances,” Ez piped up looking over at you and intertwining his hand with yours in reassurance. All of this made you nervous but Ez made it feel smooth. You both took the risk of Coco finding out. Ez gambling a beating and you a scolding with lots of profanity.

The sound of the familiar rumbling of a motorcycle increased in volume getting louder as it got closer. Your heart began to race. Letty only just found out, you didn’t need today of all days for Coco to unveil the truth.

“Shit!” Ez jumped out of bed turning around to quickly put on his pants. He looked at you in a slight panic. “Want me out the back door?”

“Yeah,” you got out of the bed ushering to the back door. You could hear Coco unlocking the front gate and you knew there needed to be a distraction so you looked at your sister putting your hands together.

“Letty please.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed before nodding. “Fine.” You grabbed her face and kissed her forehead and laughed at the disgusted look on her face. “Ew, gross. Who knows where those lips have been.”

You chuckled then turned back to see a small amused smile from Ez. You grabbed his hand and went out the back door.

“Stay low and don’t start your bike until you’re more than a few blocks away. Coco has ears like a hawk.”

Ez’s smile remained but broadened listening to you go on. “I’ll miss you too.” you sighed, you couldn’t stop the feeling of still being very tense at the moment.

“Text me when you’ve made it.”

“I will,” he gave you a quick kiss.

“Be safe.”

“Always.” He tilted your chin up slightly with his fingers and gave you a slow but tantalizing kiss.

He stepped away and smiled once you opened your eyes. He shook his head then began to depart where he left his bike. You bit your lower lip feeling like a high school teen sneaking him out the back.

You walked back inside trying to hide your smile when Coco stood in the middle of the room, completely still but looking up in the air.

“What’s that smell?”

Your smile dimmed. You became slightly worried but hoping you were just being paranoid. There was no way Coco could be a bloodhound as well.

“Tell me there haven’t been any guys over here?”

“It’s probably you. You’ve been around the guys all day.” He sniffed the air again and followed it. Everything was fine until he walked into your room. Your eyes widened along with Letty’s. Before either of you could stop him from snooping he came back out with something in hand.

“What the fuck is this?”

Your heart plummeted seeing Ez’s Kutte. He knew exactly who it belonged to with the bold letters outlining ‘Prospect’ on the back. You tilt your head slightly at a loss of words.

“I’ll fucking kill him.”

Coco tossed the kutte to the floor before slamming the door open and getting on his bike.

“Wait! No, Coco!”

He revved up his motorcycle drowning out all your yelling and peeled out of the driveway.

You put your hands over your head not believing this was happening. Once you gained some composure you pulled out your phone and started to text Ez knowing he was on his bike.

‘Coco knows’

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

And this one definitely gives me EZ Reyes vibes:

Person B does a spa day for person A

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EZ spends the day making sure you know how much he loves you.

You awoke to a note on your bedside table, "come and find me." EZ's handwriting made you smile, a little heart at the end of the words. You got up, threw on a dressing gown, and made your way through the house, meeting EZ in the kitchen, "what have you got planned today?"

He smiled, "well Mi corazón, you've been working so hard I figure you deserve a treat so I've planned you a spa day."

He took your hand and led you into the bathroom, "strip."

You giggled, "oh, is it that kind of treat?"

He shook his head, "no, I made a body mask for you, you don't need to lose the panties if you don't want."

You smiled, "what a gentleman." He helped you take off your night clothes before rubbing the mask over your skin, "it tingles?"

He nodded, "mint oil, it's a theme today."

"Oh really, you've been doing some research?"

He nodded with a smile, "mint oil is good for both hair growth and skin health, there's also fancy castor oil in the hair mask I made."

You smiled, "Jamaican black castor oil?"

He huffed, "that's it, the lady at the store said it was the best money can buy."

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, trying to avoid smearing anything on him, "you're very sweet EZ." Once that had sat for twenty minutes, he helped you wash it off, then filled the tub and directed you to rest your head over the edge.

"Tell me if I tug on anything yeah?"

You nodded as he wet your hair and combed it out, "of course." He took his time, making sure to stop and rub your scalp and neck as he went, when your hair was brushed out, he got a handful of the homemade mask and spread it through the strands, "mmmm, that feels nice."

He smiled, "does it? I made sure to only buy the best."

You giggled, "gee wiz EZ, what else do you have in store for me today."

"After this, I'm going to wash this out, then shampoo and conditioner your hair then fix your curls so they're perfect. Then I'm going to do your nail and after that, we're going to spend the rest of the day cuddling on the couch watching your favourite movies."

You smiled so big your face hurt, "what did I do to deserve all of this?"

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, "you didn't do anything other than be mine and that's good enough for me."

Fin