#ez x woc

[dc41896]

Still

Pairing: EZ ReyesxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, just fluffy fluffness☺️!

Sat on the edge of his full sized bed, your knee bounces unconsciously as you toy with the hem of your boyfriend’s white tee at your thighs, trying to let the sound of the running water from his shower calm your nerves. It was the first time you’d be sleeping over at EZ’s place, and you were a bit nervous.

Not because of the cramped camper, or that he stayed a mere feet from the clubhouse and its multiple adjoining engines that rumbled and revved all day and night as they came and went. For personal reasons, you just hoped you didn’t do anything to mess up the relationship before it even had the chance to really start.

“Y/N?” You slightly jump hearing his smooth yet deep voice making his golden brown eyes turn concerned. With your mind worrying about tonight, you hadn’t even realized EZ had finished his shower and was standing in front of you passing the towel through his dark hair.

“Hm? I’m sorry what did you say?”

“I was asking if you needed anything,” he answers squatting down to place a hand on your knee and stop its bouncing. “Hey if you’re not comfortable I can always drive you home, it’s no problem.”

“No, I’m fine. Really. I-I guess I’m just nervous about messing up something.” Lips curling into that soft, wide smile that always made your heart skip a beat, his free hand takes yours as his thumb gently rubs back and forth against your skin.

“You’ll be fine dulce.” Standing up, he leans in brushing his soft lips against yours before letting them passionately connect while the hand that once held yours moved to caress your cheek.

“Ready?”

“Mhm,” you nod crawling up from your spot at the foot of the bed as he turns out the lamp at his bedside. His tattooed arm securely wrapped around your waist pulls you closer until your head finds his bare chest and leg naturally crosses over his.

“Goodnight,” he lowly whispers kissing the top of your head.

“Goodnight.”

His fingers dragging up and down your back along with the drum of his heartbeat are a soothing enough pair to have your eyelids already drooping feeling relaxed. “Maybe this time will be different,” you thought soon feeling your eyes shut completely and his movements gradually slow.

Your hope would soon be crushed though, as your body seemingly jolted awake and head suddenly rose leaving you out of breath. Luckily, your actions didn’t wake EZ, who was still softly snoring under you. You tried to will yourself back to sleep, but like clockwork every time you felt yourself really begin to drift, your body would display the same reaction leaving you frustrated and on the edge of tears.

This last one being strong enough for EZ to notice making him stir and shift in the squeaky bed.

“Bad dream?,” EZ groggily asks with eyes barely open. “I could feel you jump a couple times.”

“N-No, I’m fine. Just um trying to get comfy.”

“Oh, you need me to move? Switch sides?”

“No, it’s okay.”

From your shaky voice and watching you wipe your eyes in the beam of light breaking through the window landing perfectly across the both of you, he sits up holding your face in his large hands to thumb away the remaining drops of salty water from your skin.

“What’s wrong? Dime.”

“I can’t sleep,” you whisper.

“Don’t cry, that’s okay. Tell me what I can do to help.” It wasn’t the desired result, but his caring nature only makes more tears fall as you become more upset with yourself and why your mind, body, or whatever inside you had to be like this.

“It’s not that simple. Ever since I was young, whenever I’m in a new place it’s like my body or brain won’t let me sleep and I just keep waking up.”

“Oh..like, a comfort thing?,” he asks. You could see the bit of hurt in his eyes that he felt this was all his fault. After your date, he was the one to suggest you stay with him for the night, not quite ready to see you go.

And although you excitedly agreed, now he felt that he might’ve rushed you.

“No, it’s even happened while I was with my parents, so please don’t think it’s anything you’ve done. I’m just the weirdo that can’t sleep.”

“Don’t say that,” he states kissing your temple before sitting up to rest his back against the chipped wall. Patting his chest, you move to situate yourself between his legs pressing your back to his muscular chest while his arms cross in front of yours, holding you close, and cheek rests on the side of your head.

“What’s your funniest memory?”

“EZ you don’t-,”

“Funniest memory dulce,” he repeats kissing your temple once more. A small smile forms on your lips as you think, your hands gently grasping his forearm.

“Me and my friends almost got attacked by a flock of seagulls at the beach once. Pretty sure they had some type of vendetta,” you explain making him chuckle.

“They are a bit aggressive.”

“Your turn Reyes.”

“Alright...when we were kids, Angel and I tried hopping this fence. I got over fine, but he got caught at the top and ended up flashing his underwear to everyone who walked by.”

“What did you do?,” you laugh, leaning back more so on his shoulder to look up at his face.

“There was nothing I could do really but laugh. This guy was nice enough to get him down though. He tried not to laugh but he couldn’t hold it in.”

You two stayed that way the remainder of the night, telling stories that had you both laughing until your cheeks hurt and talking about anything that either of you could think of. At those moments of comfortable silence, your eyes would sometimes shut and you’d begin falling asleep again only to awaken with a jump, making your heart race.

This time though, EZ would hold you a bit tighter as he gently rocked you back and forth whispering in your ear, “Relax, you’re okay. I got you.”

You’re not quite sure how much time had passed, but soon loud knocking and the bright, golden sun shining in your eyes become an unwanted alarm causing both you and your boyfriend to groan as you stretch the best you could in your positions.

“Oye! Wake up sleeping beauty we got places to be!,” Angel shouts banging his fist against the camper door.

“Give me a minute!,” he yells. “Sorry about that, I know you just got to sleep.”

“I did?,” you yawn rubbing your eye.

“For about an hour or so.” Sitting up, a small smile spreads across your lips, proud of yourself that you’d finally been able to sleep and feeling like you were falling even more for the softer Mayan who chose to forfeit sleep to make sure you were okay.

“You want me to drop you off now or when I get back?,” he asks fastening his belt buckle before going to brush his teeth.

“Um actually, if it’s okay, I was thinking I could stay here. Maybe get some more rest,” you shyly smile setting off EZ’s signature one as he finishes at the sink.

If only you knew how you wanting to stay and now being able to sleep comfortably at his place made his heart nearly burst.

“That’s alright with me,” he answers bending down to sweetly capture your lips with his. Calloused, yet soft, hand on the side of your neck and thumb grazing along your jawline.

“Aye you turn deaf overnight or- ohhh now I see what the hold up is,” the older Reyes smirks peeking through the small window to see the both of you shyly pull apart. “Heyyy dulce.”

“Hi Angel,” you laugh waving with one hand while the other shields your eyes from the light outside. Grabbing the nearest item he could find, EZ throws a balled up towel towards his window making Angel flip him off before disappearing to get on his bike.

“I’ll be back in a couple hours. Then we can go eat at that diner you like,” he smiles, thumb tracing just under your bottom lip.

“I’d like that. Now go before you get in trouble, and be careful.”

With a chuckle, he leans in for one last kiss. First on your forehead then your waiting lips he could never seem to get enough of. “Si mi dulce.”

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[ingeniousmindoftune]

Betrothed - part one.

Warning(s): must be 18 or older. DNI if you are the age of 18! This story will feature intercourse and trigger matters and images. Some soft smut, teasing and pleasuring.

This is part one of I’m not sure!

Pairing(s): Miguel Galindo, Ez Reyes x WOC!

Words: 1K.

Im back you guys but not promising I’ll be active full time.

Betrothed

Unzipping your bags, you let out a deep sigh. You were the daughter of a powerful cartel and you were sent to a place you didn’t know. You’ve visited maybe once or twice, but weren't all too familiar with it. You were to marry Miguel Galindo of the Galindo Cartel as a peace treaty between the two cartels. You had no say in the matter and dreaded every minute, that is until you finally met your husband, he had wooed you with his words and romantics. But you still dreaded him. Marrying someone you didn’t know? And all these thoughts would be the least of your worries. This stipulation was one of many, one that came with a price if you did not abide.

“Just a minute,” you sigh, walking to the door with your robe closed tight.

Making your way to the front door that led to your hotel, you opened the door seeing Miguel standing there, alone. You step aside letting him in. “Glad to see you’ve made it safe and sound.” He looks back at you, you smiled following him after locking the door behind me. “Indeed, I was just about to shower. Care to join?” He chuckled deeply. “That sounds quite nice but,” he looks at his watch. “I’m on a strict timer.” He fixed his suit, you walked closer to him. “Our wedding day is in a week, I’m sure you want to test the waters before you-” He cuts me off with a hand on my shoulder. “There will be plenty of times to test the waters, my love.” He whispers something in Spanish, leaning down planting a kiss on my lips. “After all, you’re to be my wife. We will have plenty of time for that.” Although you and him didn’t know much about each other, you couldn’t deny the sexual tension between the two of you. You found him quite attractive, and he, you.

“This is still so odd to me, Marriage?” You walk over to your suitcases that was rested on your bed, pulling out something for you to wear

He walks behind your resting his hands on your shoulders, he then proceeds to move them to your waist. Your heart skipped a beat from his touch, you were a virgin, he didn’t know and he wouldn’t know until your wedding night. You knew he would always put off sex even when you suggested it. “It is, but trust me. I’ll make it worth while.” He placed a kiss on your shoulder, he ran his hand down your stomach, opening your robe, his hand inches from your vagina. You breathed heavily. “Miguel.” You spoke breathlessly. “Yes, mi amor?” He whispered into your ear. “Don’t tempt me.”

“I thought you wanted me.” You turned to face him. “I do..”

He leaned down to kiss you but you both were interrupted by his phone ringing. He pulled away, as did you. You cleared your throat hearing him answer the phone with an annoyance in the base of his voice. You excused yourself by going to shower. His cologne still lingered in your nostrils, You bit down on your lip as your hands found their way to your folds. Running your fingers over your heat that was wet from the sound of his voice, caressing your folds and vagina with your finger, but You were soon jumped out of your moment of pleasure. He had entered, watching you through the shower door. You gasped. “I’m about to leave. See you this afternoon for dinner?”

“Y-y-yes.” You answered, stumbling over your words.

Fixing yourself up after you exited the shower. You soon dressed in the outfit you had laid out, slipping your feet in your heels. You grabbed your purse and made your exit, your guards were standing outside the hotel room. “Mrs.Galindo, we are here to escort you.” You waved your hand up. “No need. I’ll do fine on my own today, thank you. I would much rather be alone. After all, I get married in a week to your boss, I just need one day to myself and I’ll call if I need you.” You stated, continuing your walk towards the elevator. “But ma’am!” You pressed the buttons quickly, finally the elevator doors closed, leaning back against the wall.. You let out a sharp exhale. You hated being followed around. It was as if You couldn’t find your own footing.

•

“Thank you.” You told the driver, stepping out.

You looked around at the sightings. Finding yourself at this bar, there were bikes all outside. You hadn’t seen exactly what was going on, just a bunch of men on the inside. You weren’t exactly sure where you were. You just knew You needed a drink, Entering the building and soon all eyes were on you. “Ohhh hello!” You heard someone shout from across the room, You cleared your throat, the building was full of men. Maybe one or two women, all bikers. You cleared your throat. “I’m s-sorry. Am I not supposed to be in here?” A gentleman came from the back. “You’re not. This is the clubhouse for my club but help yourself, what’s your name? What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing on this side of town?”

“I’m new in town.” You answered. “It’s Y/n.” You smiled softly.

He brushed his hand over his face. “Y/n? As in Galindo’s bride to be?” You sat at the bar, not wanting to answer that question. He understood, backing up, coming around. “What can I get you?” You shrugged. “Anything strong. Doesn’t matter.” He chuckled. “Rough day?” You nod your head slowly. “You could say that. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” He flashed a warming smile. “Bishop.” You nod your head, fixing your drink but was cut off by all of them leaving except for one. “You’re to keep an eye on me?” You ask him, he walks over sitting next to you. “No, not very much for the prospect to do at the moment. But you shouldn’t be left out here all on your own.” He sizes you up. “I’m Ez.”

“Y/n. Prospect huh?”

He chuckled, nodding his head. “Yeah but, not so much for long. So Galindo?” You rolled your eyes, downing your drink, hissing at the burning sensation in the back of you throat, turning your attention from your drink to the man You hadn’t properly gotten a look at until now. “Damn.” You muttered, not knowing it wasn’t under your breath. “Huh?” He chuckled. “N-nothing.” The man was drop dead gorgeous. His smile was even more so attractive, it was something about him that was intriguing to say the least. Handsome to say the most. He shook his head with a chuckle. “Does Miguel know you’re here alone?”

“No, and please don’t tell him.”

He licked his lips. “I won’t.” He smiled and sighed of relief. Miguel was nice and kind but you knew of him, you no more wanted to be married to him than You wanted to be the daughter of a cartel leader. But this was life or death, if You don’t go through with it, it’ll be the death of me and my father. “You don’t seem too pleased to be marrying him.” You were young, marriage was the least thing on my mind. You still hadn’t seen the world like You hoped and dreamed. You had also hoped to be rid of this life, but it seems to follow me. “Mm.” It was all I could say, You couldn’t exactly speak on the matter. “How do you know him?”

“We Mayans do some business with the Galindo Cartel.”

Nodding your head slow. “I should get going.” You stood up nearly falling, he helped you up. Looking into his eyes, he looked into yours. “Would you like me to take you home?” You thought about it for a long time. You shook your head no. You didn’t think of it to be wise of me to make that decision, reaching down in your purse for your phone about to call for your car, he stopped you. “It’s no problem. I can take you home.” You looked up at him, you nod. Following behind him he got on his bike, handing you a helmet. “Hold on to me.” You did as he asked, you were a light weight so of course you were feeling tipsy. Wrapping your arms around him, his cologne pleasing to your nostrils, your head rested on his back as the sounds of the bike roared. Finally making it to the hotel, you stepped off his bike. “You’re in a hotel?”

“Yes. We aren’t married yet,” your phone rung.

You answered it noticing Miguel standing across the street, “You ditch your detail for a Mayan??.” Miguel spoke into the phone as he made his way to where you two were. You lowered your phone once he had hung up, his arm wrapped around you. He pulled you in closer. “Ez Reyes.” You held your head low, wrapping one arm around your waist, clearing your throat. “Babe, he just offered me a ride back. I just needed to clear my head. He was kind enough to bring me home.” Ez smiled. “It’s no harm, Miguel.”

“It better not be, prospect.”

Ez just chuckled and shook his head, he got on his bike and left. “Was that necessary?” You asked Miguel. He shook his head. “I had been calling and calling you, and no answer. And you leave the hotel without your detail? Every one here knows who you are. Your very life can be in danger to get to me.” He moved a piece of your hair from your face. You looked into his eyes.

“I’m sorry.. I just need moments alone and I hate all of this.”

Sighing deeply, he looked down at you. “You’ll get used to it over time. I don’t want you leaving without detail, okay?” You nod your head, looking up at him, he was handsome and sweet but if half of the stories were true about him, You had every right to fear him. Youhad to do as he said. Comply. Keep him happy. But was it wrong that your eyes were wandering and You found Ez quite attractive, You wanted to get to know him. “Shall we go to dinner?”

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[spookiekewchie]

No More Playin' Safe

gif credit: @hvitserkk​

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Dom!EZ Reyes x shy freak!reader

Summary: PWP, This is pure filth and won’t apologize for it. 

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: They fuqqin y’all (p in v), unprotected sex (wrap it up don’t be out here playing with your health), choking, degradation, light slapping, daddy kink, spitting in reader’s mouth, oral (female r) um i don’t know what else to put just know it’s nasty up under the cut.

A/N: pretty sure this is a one shot, but who knows lmao. if there’s any errors or typos my bad, i gave it a look over before posting but i probably missed something knowing me. and the divider are by @firefly-graphics

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

You didn’t know that Ezekiel had discovered your freaky little secret. It happened when he went to check something on your laptop and somehow ended up going through your search history. You’d told him to go ahead forgetting that you hadn’t deleted it, or at least the proof of the sites you’d been visiting to watch videos of things that you wished Ezekiel would do to you but were too damn shy to ask for. Luckily for you the man knew what he was doing in the bedroom and always managed to get you off, but you knew in the back of your mind that it could have been better if you just had the nerve to tell him what you really wanted. 

Ezekiel was perceptive though, and figured it all out on his own. Surprised as he was, he was also a bit relieved and more than intrigued at just how well you hid that side of yourself. The fact that he had also been holding back a certain side of himself out of worry that he’d scare you off was an irony that was not lost on the man, but now that he knew there was no shaking the thought of introducing you to a few new things. 

It started with you coming home after a stressful day at work, all wound up and the first and only thing on your mind was going to your room, breaking out your favorite toy, and putting on a few videos to work out the tension. What you weren’t expecting was to find Ezekiel already waiting for you in your bedroom. He hadn’t told you he was coming over, and you didn’t even know how he got inside but you could feel the heavy tension in the air and how charged the energy coming off of him was. Even the outfit choice was right down to something that had your knees feeling weak. Dark denim, black t-shirt, the kutte, boots, and the gloves. If it weren’t for how damn shy you were you’d be on your knees already. 

“Ezekiel, what are you doing here?” You questioned, trying to remember how to breathe with how nervous you were suddenly feeling. 

He didn’t speak, simply standing from where he’d been sitting at the end of your bed. 

“Okay...what’s up with you? You’re being—”

“Stop talking, and finish undressing.” He gave you an order, and almost instantly you could feel your mouth clamping shut. Your hands moved on their own accord, unbuttoning your top and sliding it off your shoulders before slipping off the skirt you were wearing and stepping out of your heels. You stopped there, stomach flipping nervously as heat rushed through you. “Everything. Then get your ass in the bed.” His tone left no room for debate, and it had you blinking in surprise at how demanding he was being. The bra and panties hit the floor to join the pile of your clothes, and while it wasn’t the first time you’d been naked in front of Ezekiel, it was the first time that he took his precious time to let his gaze rake over you as he took in sight of your bared body. Just the way he looked at you had you slick between your thighs. 

“I don’t under—” You couldn’t get the rest of your words out, faster than you could blink Ezekiel was across the room with a gloved hand around your throat and squeezing just enough to give you a taste. You couldn’t explain why but the soft leather covering his hands felt far too good around your throat, yet it frustrated you as well because it was a barrier between his rough calloused hands and your soft skin. Why that excited you and had you damn near squirming in his hold was a mystery to you, all you knew was that you liked it more than you had ever anticipated you would. He didn’t go further than that though, simply admiring the wide-eyed lust filled gaze that you had as a whimper passed your lips. 

“What’s your safe word, amor?” He questioned guiding you back towards the bed. 

Your brow furrowed. 

“Focus,” He demanded, giving your cheek a firm tap that shocked you back into the moment. 

“Turnip!” You squeaked out, swallowing thickly as he nodded with a wolfish smile spreading on his lips. 

“Good girl, now lay down and hold your legs back for me. I’ve been dying to taste your sweet cunt all fucking day.” He gave your cheek another firm tap before finally releasing you, pushing you onto the bed. You bounced against it, a small squeak escaping you as you moved to the head of the bed and hesitantly pulled your knees back and let your hands hook behind them. You’d never felt so exposed in front of someone before, but there was something about holding yourself open for Ezekiel that just felt right. Even if it had your shy ass feeling too hot in your own skin. “Look at you, you’re getting it.” He chuckled, a gloved hand landing with a wet smack against your exposed pussy. The sound that flew past your lips was utterly sinful, and if your eyes had been open you would have seen the delight that shone in Ezekiel’s eyes knowing that you had enjoyed that. He repeated the action, and your thighs moved to snap shut only to be caught by EZ’s strong hands. 

“You like that shit don’t you?” His question had you whimpering, and when you didn’t immediately answer you felt his hand landing against your pussy again. 

“Yes, yes—fuck!” God what was he doing to you, how was he knowing what buttons to push to bring this side of you to the surface. Your thighs were trembling, and you knew he could feel it as his hand kept a tight grip on your thigh while your own fingers were digging into the flesh behind your knees. Ezekiel gave you another smack to the cunt with his leather clad hand, and in the very next second his face was between your held open thighs. His tongue lapped against your puffy folds, soothing the hot flesh as he groaned at the salty sweet taste of your arousal as it coated his tongue. 

He worked his mouth against you greedily, licking, sucking, and slurping at your sex hungrily. It had your eyes rolling back, loud moans bouncing off the walls, and before you knew it Ezekiel had you begging him not to stop when you found yourself teetering on the edge. “Cum for me, let me taste you on my tongue, amor.” He growled tongue pushing into your entrance as you tensed and clenched around the fleshy muscle before you finally spiraled and creamed against his mouth. Ezekiel dragged his tongue through your folds, collecting the slick and creamy proof of your orgasm in his mouth and it had you mewling as your hips twitched against the sensation. You weren’t expecting what the man did next at all, one of his gloved hands coming up to grip at your jaw as he added enough pressure for you to open your mouth for him. 

The moment he had his opening, Ezekiel spat into your mouth, the mixture of his saliva, your arousal, and the creamy remnants of your orgasm landing on your tongue. He didn’t even need to order you to swallow, you had done so immediately with a pathetic moan. “That’s my girl.” He praised, “So fucking dirty under all that shyness.” 

You nodded, fingers moving from where they had been holding your legs to reach for him and pull his still fully dressed frame closer by his kutte. “Fuck me, Ezekiel. Please, I need you inside me.” You were just needy enough to beg for him, aching and desperate to fill his thick girth splitting you open and pounding into you hard until you were screaming his name. 

Your begging had his cock twitching, a strong need to bury himself inside you taking over as he removed himself from the bed to finally begin undressing. Toeing off his boots, undoing his jeans and pushing them down to step out of them, the kutte came off next, set aside carefully before he pulled his shirt over his head. You exhaled a slow breath, the anticipation building as he began to move closer to you. “I’m not going to go easy on you, but if you need me to stop at any point you better use your fucking safe word.” He paused, gripping your jaw, fingers flexing slightly as you watched him. “Do you understand?” 

“I understand.” You quickly answered, reaching out to try and wrap your fingers around him only to end up having him grab and flip you over onto your hands and knees. The next thing you felt was his weight behind you as he climbed into the bed, and wasting no time the man was pushing into your soaked cunt with a hiss of pleasure at how your snug walls squeezed and fluttered around him while you cried out. 

You found out quickly that he hadn’t been lying, Ezekiel did not take it easy on you in the slightest. So far he’d dragged two more orgasms from you, and you were feeling the overstimulation taking its toll as your body began trying to squirm and wiggle away from him. 

"Nah, nah bring that ass back over here." Ezekiel commanded as a gloved hand came down against the fullness of one your ass cheeks so hard that you cried out as your battered walls clenched desperately around him. You still had no idea what had gotten into him, but he’d damn near had you climbing the walls as he speared himself deep into you again and again. Of course you loved every second of it, even if you were still in the dark about what had inspired Ezekiel to show this dominant side of himself that night. If you weren’t so damn shy you might have encouraged him to get like this more often. 

Normally he was more laid back, firm but still gentle with you, but now? Now he was going so hard that you had no doubts that he’d have you walking with a limp for the whole next day and several days after that as well more than likely. He’d already fucked you to the point that your legs had given up the fight and the only thing really keeping your hips in the air for him was his harsh grip against them.

“Daddy please—'' It slipped out, muffled into the sheets. The name that you had called him seemed to hang heavy in the air, and you could feel the way his hips stuttered to a stop and you could feel the dread of embarrassment hitting you like a goddamn brick as you pulled away from him suddenly and turned around to sit on the bed. “I-I um, look I didn—” Whatever you were about to say was lost to the gasp of shock as you found yourself being yanked roughly down the bed as Ezekiel settled between your thighs with a wolfish grin on his lips. 

“No, go on and finish what you were going to say.” He ordered, hips snapping forward as his cock pushed into your sodden pussy so hard that your back bowed up off of the bad. “Daddy please what?” 

You couldn’t speak, entirely to breathless from the way his cock had chased all the air from your lungs with that swift thrust that had him buried to the hilt inside of you. You could already feel his tip pressing against your cervix, but when he bore down and let his hips add more pressure it had you gasping and jolting under him at the mix of pleasure and pain it caused. God no one before him had ever felt so good, or made you feel half the things that he did. 

“Use your words, baby. Unless you want me to stop…” His cooed words were a threat made real when you felt the slow withdrawal as he began to pull back to just the tip of his cock. 

“Please keep fucking me!” You were sure that you sounded desperate, but despite the sensitivity and knowing that another orgasm just might be your undoing, you couldn’t have cared less. “Please, Daddy.” The name had him groaning as his hips surged forward and his cock slammed back into you. He quickly set a punishing pace, hissing as your nails found their way to his back and dug in until he was pulling your hands away and pinning them painfully tight in one leather gloved hand, while the other settled around your throat in a tight squeeze. Your cunt clenched around his length, only causing him to fuck you harder to bypass the resistance. 

“Fuck, baby girl you’re such a needy slut for me aren’t you?” You could only nod his brutal thrusts chasing the thoughts from your lust-addled mind. Even the degrading words had you clenching around EZ’s cock, needy and wanting just like he’d said as screams of pleasure tore out of you. “Shh, shh, don’t need your neighbors calling the cops on us.” He taunted, tightening his grip on your throat to bring your screams down to choked cries. You were clenching again, suddenly hurtling faster towards the edge yet again but you just needed a little more. 

“Har-harder.” You croaked out, angling your head back further against the pillows to bring his attention to his leather glove clad hand around your throat. Seeming to get the hint you felt his grip tighten, hard enough to bruise, until the only sounds coming out of your were strained moans and whines as the man continued to rut harshly into your body. It was just what you needed, and a familiar yet far more intense pressure caused something in you to snap as your orgasm came crashing down on you in an instant. Everything was so intense and overwhelming that you didn’t even notice at first how hard you had cum, gushing for the man, and squeezing so tightly around Ezekiel that your climax had sent him toppling over the edge as well. 

Ezekiel’s hips stuttered, his cock deep inside you as he came and let his seed paint your walls and fill you as he cursed loudly. “Fuck, you’ve been holding back on me this whole time.” He grunted, pulling out of you and letting his grip on your throat go slack as his other hand released your wrists. Finally he removed his gloves, tossing them onto your bedside table before refocusing his attention on you. “You made such a mess for me,” He praised, his weight settling on top of you for a moment as he crushed your lips with his before scooping you up into his arms to carry your exhausted body towards your bathroom. “C’mon, amor. Gotta get you cleaned up.” He told you, letting you wrap your arms and legs around his sturdy frame as he moved. Over his shoulder you could see the dark wet patch against the covers, it brought a fresh wave of heat to your face as you buried it into the man’s neck. 

“What the hell was that about?” You finally asked, voice raw and rough as your words slightly slurred from how tired EZ had left you. 

The man just chuckled, setting you down on the sink countertop before moving to run a bath for the pair of you. “I found your search history,” He answered, not even needing to look over his shoulder to know you were probably sitting there wide eyed and hoping the floor would open up and swallow you whole. “I can’t believe I had a nasty lil freak on my hands this whole time.” 

The way he said it just let you know that he was making plans, and now that you had been found out you couldn’t help but feel a little bit of relief. “Babe?” You muttered quietly, causing him to look over his shoulder at you. “I’m not the only one that’s been holding back.” 

Ezekiel’s grin was wide, and you could already tell that there was no putting the freak back in the box for either of you.

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EZ Reyes Finding You Hungover Head Cannon. EZ Reyes! Black Reader

      As soon as EZ open the door to your apartment the stench of alcohol and weed assaulted his nose.

     He figured your guest from last night had all left but for Coco who was sprawled out on your couch snoring louder than a chain saw.

        EZ took off his cut, threw it on a nearby chair and made his way to your bedroom.

       He could not help but smile as he saw your beautiful dark, brown, skin in black boy shorts wearing one of his Mayans shirts with your newly fresh braids sprawled across the pillow.  

        He knelt by the bed and softly whispered your name. You did not budge. He kissed your nose and you still not budge.

       “Babe.”

     You sprung up like a fire lit up your ass, pushed him out the way, ran to your bath room and hurled in in the toilet.

      “Too much vodka?’

         “Shut up!” You snarled in between hurls.

        EZ found one of your head bands on your sink and proceeded to pull your braids back from hanging in the toilet.

         “Ow! Ow! They still hurt. I just had them done!”

         EZ held back a snicker.

       “Don’t laugh at me.” You sighed as you finally felt better from the nausea. “I need a shower.” You stood up, undress as EZ admired your body and hopped in the shower. EZ waited patiently in your bedroom for you to come out in a towel.

       “God my head hurts.” You whined under your breath. As you took off you shower cap.

      EZ Walked up to you and ripped off your towel. “I know exactly what can make that headache go away.”

         You cocked your head to the side and asked what.

EZ threw your naked body on the bed and spread your legs wide. He wasted no time in kneeling between your legs and lapping up your delicious pussy. You moan as you arched you back. Yes, this will definitely get rid of your head ache among other things.

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If This Is Our Destiny 2

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

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

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

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

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- Flashback, 2 months prior -

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

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

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

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

- Flashback over -

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

“Oh, sorry. “

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

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

“I’ve noticed.”

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

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

You smile, “thanks Manny.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?” You ask with a smirk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You close your eyes. “I’ll survive.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You roll your eyes and almost smile, almost.

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

Three dots appear, then vanish.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Angel shrugs, “ phone died.”

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

“Angel -”

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

“You’re delusional. And an asshole.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Angel sucks his teeth and brushes you off.

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

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

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

“You fucking confusing you know that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

The next morning

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

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

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

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

“I’m so sorry I’m late. My alarm - “

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

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

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

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

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Payback

Ez Reyes x Reader (WoC)

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Y/N and Imani laughed as Shanice told her both about her latest one night stand fail as she helped put the last champagne glasses on the kitchen island. Y/N patted the tears that fell carefully as to not fuck up her fresh beat.

“Shanice there is no fucking way!” Y/N said as she caught her breathe.

“Sis, thee worst night of my life!” She said rolling her eyes. Imani shook her head as she finished putting the stack of pretty square plates out.

“I would have told that fool to get the fuck out ASAP no Rocky! You too nice Shanice”.

Shanice was about to respond when the door bell rang through the house. Y/N sighed, she forgot to tell the girls in the group chat to knock as her boyfriend was still here and currently sleeping. Y/N was pissed at him like extremely pissed, he missed her best friends wedding dinner rehearsal yesterday in Vegas. Club business, listen if anyone got it Y/N did but felt since he was a patch now and had been for at lest 6 months he should’ve had just a little bit more pull with getting away to handle his personal stuff. But then Y/N found out he actually forgot or rather it slipped his mind about the dinner in the first place. Only found out because she threatened to call bishop and tell him to let her boyfriend on the first plane leaving the neighboring town of Santo Padre and he freaked, admitting it was his fault.

Last night was important to Y/N, it was the night he was going to meet her closest friends and some family, even though he already knew Shanice. She’s actually the one who introduced them both since she was friends with benefits with his older brother. Y/N sat alone in the expensive private room at the restaurant yesterday while everyone was coupled up with their significant others. The man she had been bragging about, a no show and almost a no call. Y/N and two girls were on the private jet for the 2 hr ride to Santo Padre by 6 in the morning.

Y/N opened the door for her good friend Rebecca, smiling as they both embraced each other. She oped to drive from San Diego instead of flying. Y/N pulled her in as she hugged the other two women who had arrived earlier with you to help set up last minute stuff.

“Girl this is so nice inside!” She said looking around. “I’m not going to lie I was a little worried when I pulled up, outside didn’t really seem like your taste” she said causing all the ladies to laugh. Y/N playfully rolled her eyes at her.

“You know I wanted to fly low, didn’t want the outside too flashy and drawing attention, have you seen the rest of Santo Padre?” She said again causing all the women to laugh and agree, none of you were from Santo Padre. Though she loved the small laid back town it took some getting used to for a girl who grew up jet setting between between Brasil , NYC and the rest of the world but Ez made it worth it. Y/N heard her phone buzzing on the counter.

“That was smart though, keep the outside simple not drawing attention and ball out inside”. Rebecca put her bag down on the counter with the rest of the purses. Imani picked up the phone before Y/N could get to it.

“Ohhhh is this the actual Mr Dreamy calling? Damn Sis I forgot how fineeee he is” she said before sliding her finger over the photo of the two love birds to answer the incoming call, placing it on speaker.

“Hello Mr. Dreamy” she said into the phone teasingly. Y/N shook her head at her best friends antics. Y/N could hear the sheets rustling around, he was probably trying to get a better look at the screen caught off guard by the strange voice.

“Wait FaceTime him, let me see him!” Rebecca whispered yelled before he could answer. Causing him to let a deep chuckle vibrate through the speaker before his deep voice spoke.

“Hey ladies, is Y/N around?” He asked.

“Yes she is......BUT I’m sure she still mad about last night E” Shanice answered. Just like that Mr. Dreamy was out the window and her girls started to get on him, just busting his chops about leaving her hanging like that, saying she looked to damn fine to be alone. Y/N laughed, as mad as she as at him she decided to save him. She told him she’d be back to the room in a few minutes before hanging up.

....

Y/N opened the door to her bedroom, to see her boyfriend Ezekiel still naked in the same spot she found him this morning when she arrived from Vegas, thin sheet hardly concealing his lower half and his semi hard dick. Y/N bit her lip as she tried to stay strong. I’m mad at him, she kept telling herself over and over.

“What time do you plan on leaving? The rest of the ladies will be here in a few minutes” She said as she leaned against the closed door and checked her pink small faced gold Rolex.

“Ouch” he said as he grabbed his heart, faking the pain. She could have sworn she seen his dick jump at her aggressiveness. The movement making her clench her thighs slightly.

“Come’mere mama” he reached out his arms. She sighed as she walked forward, her patent leather pink red bottoms clicking the whole way.

“E, I don’t have time for this, the rest of the ladies will be here in a few minutes and você tem que sair (you have to leave)” She said as she stared down at his handsome face, “you said you have club stuff to do so go do that, since that seems to be most important”.

Ez groaned as his eyes raked over her for the 10th time since she came in the room and without warning he shot up and grabbed her, a shriek leaving her lips as he pulled Y/N on to his lap so she was straddling him.

“Fuuuuccck” she moaned as her thinly covered pussy came in contact with his thinly covered cock, which was getting harder by the moment. She couldn’t help the little grind she did against him as she closed her eyes for a moment.

Ez was trying to find a way to apologize about last night, he felt absolutely horrible he had forgot and even worst missed the event she had been talking about since you meet him about 10 months ago. Everyone knew Ez didn’t forget things and that’s what sent her off the rails last night. It was a mistake for him to even entertain what he did last night for more reasons then one, Ez felt his stomach drop when she mentioned calling Bishop. He was sure if she actually did she would have changed the locks on him.

He would have to figure out how to make it up to her thought as he watched her face, Y/N’s eyes slowly opening. Right now his dick was wining and all he could think about was how he was starting to feel the moisture between her thick thighs. Y/N’s pretty pink dress had rolled up to her waist, ass was too fat for it to stay down.

“I thought something happened to you Ez, I didn’t think in a million years you would forget” she said as the lust started to clear and hurt set into her deep beautiful eyes, lashes perfectly done to look long and natural.

She could see now the exhaustion on his face from the run he did.

“Querida I’m so sorry...it’s.. it’s just a lot of shit going on right now...I’m so so sorry mi amor” Ez said as his hands leaned up to cup her face, he pulled her into a soft passionate kiss. She knew they couldn’t talk about this now, she had a house full of women waiting on her to be the host, but she wanted to tease him and get back at him just a little. As they kissed she grind on his hard dick while her hands grabbed his face. After she came up for air she lifted herself up a little and moved her panties to the side so he could see her wet pussy rub against his dick, which was still covered.

His hazel eyes watched like a hawk as she went back and forth, her wetness soaking the expensive sheet. He groaned at the feeling.

“Fuck Princesa” he hissed as he watched.

“You want me...daddy?”

“Sí” he said as he tried to control his breathing, he was getting even harder knowing her friends were in the front of the house. They hadn’t had sex in almost a week with both their schedule being so busy, on top of her time in Vegas. He was so hard he thought his dick would explode if he didn’t get a release soon.

Without warning she was up and pulling her panties down, he watched waiting for her to get back to business as he pulled the sheet away letting his cock fully spring free. She bite her lip as she watched it bounce up and tap his stomach. Y/N shook her head before walking to her dresser and pulling out fresh panties as she checked her phone that had went off multiple times since she was in the room. The rest of the party would be arriving from Vegas and LA soon. The confused face she turned to see on Ez made her laugh out loud.

“Babe what are you doing?” He asked slight panic in his voice.

“Isso (that)” she said pointing to his long thick cock that was fully at attention, before she threw her panties at him “You’ll have to deal with alone until I say other wise”.

And with that she walked out the bedroom slamming the door shut. He let out a loud FUCK as he realized this was apart of his punishment.

🤪

so I have about 3 or 4 chapters in mind for these two love birds, this is the lightest chapter and they kinda get heavier as they go, 2nd chapter is already done gonna see how this one does first!

[calif0rnia-lovers]

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

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

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

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

marvel:

1 a hand to hold | @heyiamthatbitch 💙

pairing: sam wilson x reader

2 a job well done | @angrythingstarlight 💦

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

3 catching Peter Parker’s interest |@supremethunda 💙

pairing: peter parker x black!reader

4 eternal flame (prologue) | @xuberanthartt

pairing: steve rogers x black!oc

5 erase every trace | @angrythingstarlight 💦

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

6 opening up | @pointbreak-odinson 💦

pairing: frank castle x black!reader

7 puffballs | @canumoveurseatup-no 💙

pairing: bucky barnes x black!stark!reader

8 the fourth horseman | @smallestchances 💦

pairing: thor x reader

9 time | @pointbreak-odinson

pairing: sam wilson x reader

10 training day | @piratesfromspace 🔥

pairing: frank castle x reader

11 with great responsibility comes |@basicjetsetter 💔

pairing: peter parker x black!fem!reader

mayans mc

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

pairing: miguel galindo x black!reader

13 budding romance (part I) | @superhoeva 💙

pairing: angel reyes x florist!woc!reader

14 bullseye | @angelreyesgirl 💙

pairing: angel reyes x reader

15 day dreams | @appropriate-writers-name 💙

pairing: ez reyes x ofc (eliza quintana)

16 ice cream & ferris wheels | @imagineredwood 💙

pairing: creeper vargas x reader

17 little bunny | @thisiswhatshefelt 💦

pairing: ez reyes x black!reader

18 tiktok prank | @jeonsblackgf-writes

pairing: angel reyes x black!reader

henry cavill:

19 the road to paloma | @thetaoofzoe 💙💦

pairing: captain syverson (sandcastle) x you

[dc41896]

Safe Haven

Hey guys! So a little backstory for this imagine, I randomly had a dream about this scenario with EZ and as soon as I woke up I was like “I gotta write that!” so here we are! Also just want to add how I really miss Mayans MC and my bois and I can’t wait for season 3 to come out🥰! Okay that’s pretty much it other than I hope you guys like it and sorry if it’s long or doesn’t flow well (I feel like it kinda seems rushed and towards the end doesn’t sound the best, but then again that might just be me being overly critical of myself 🤷🏽‍♀️ lol).

Pairing: EZ ReyesxBlack Reader

⚠️: Bit of angst, mentions of blood (very tiny), fluff mixed in throughout though

Sunlight beaming down from the small window above your bed, EZ slowly opens his eyes to see your still figure lying next to him. Hand placed just below his newest tattoo marking the birth of your son and leg draped over his, he gently brings you closer taking in the coconut scent of your lotion still radiating off your skin from last night.

Living a life like his, rarely could he experience peaceful mornings just lying down hearing the birds chirp outside, so he made sure to appreciate every second of it that he could.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!?! YOU THINK IM THAT DUMB TO NOT KNOW YOU’RE LYING?!??!!”

Barely muffled shouting from your neighbors coming through the walls, EZ rolls his eyes with a soft groan while you begin to wake up.

“They’re arguing again?,” you groggily ask rubbing your eyes as a yawn slips from your mouth.

“Yea they just started.”

“Well, it could be worse. They could’ve started at one in the morning like last time,” you softly laugh grazing your thumb along his cheekbone. Taking your hand in his, he kisses your knuckles before leaning down to give the same attention to your pouted lips. Slightly calloused yet soft hand gripping your thigh, you push against his chest separating his lips from yours.

“Don’t start.”

“Start what?”

“You know exactly what,” you smirk. “Today we��re supposed to go get more diapers for Omari and more food for my fridge since someone and his brother keep eating everything.”

“That’s all on Angel, I know how to limit myself. And your leg was draped over me so really I should be the one telling you don’t start,” he chuckles kissing your jaw as you stick your tongue out at him. Sitting up, you carefully step over him to make your way to the bathroom.

“Whatever, I can’t help how I sleep Ezekiel.” Closing the door behind you, a wide smile spreads across his face as he shakes his head. While the use of his full name was only reserved for his father and brother, the way it rolled off your tongue made him want to hear you say it all day.

Swinging his legs over the side, he stretches before hearing the soft cries of his eight month old son in the other room. Quickly putting on his white tank and boots, his long legs guide him to the wooden crib in the next room. Tiny arms reaching between the bars, he carefully lifts him up to bounce him in his arms.

“Hey man, annoying neighbors woke you up too huh?” Reaching in his crib, he removes an older looking stuffed bunny with different sized buttons for eyes and a random patterned patch sewn on its belly. “Look what I got.”

Calming down, his hands roam around it’s face fixated on the black point that was its nose. “That patch was because your uncle Angel decided to keep throwing him at the ceiling fan seeing if he would stay on the blade. Don’t ever let him play with your toys ok?,” he smiles kissing the top of his head.

Like every event in his life, he could vividly remember everything that happened that day. Him begging Angel to stop. His hard headed older brother not listening until cotton fell from above. His mother calming him down insisting how it could be fixed as she smoothed his dark hair before kissing his forehead.

It may sound weird, but every time he saw that bunny he felt his mom’s presence as if he was back to that day sitting in her lap watching as she sewed his friend back together. That’s one reason why he wanted his son to have it, so his abuela would be with him.

Hearing your footsteps, he looks up to see you suspiciously looking towards the door instantly making him worry. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing I just thought I heard someone stop in front of the door,” you answer taking one last glance towards the front of your apartment. “It’s nothing though, they probably just paused for a second.”

Handing Omari to you, he approaches the door looking out the peephole before opening it to peak outside making sure no one was hanging around.

“Something like that happens again and I’m not here, call me.”

“I doubt-,”

“I’m serious Y/N.” Locking the door behind him he walks up to you and your babbling son peering down with dark brown eyes that were stern enough to know he meant business, yet still displayed their usual softness showing it was out of love for you and Omari that he was being so protective.

“Okay,” you answer; soon after feeling his beard brush against your skin as he pecks your lips.

———

“Ready to go to the park love?”

Bringing the diaper bag higher on your opposite shoulder, you balance your baby boy on your hip as you lock your door. Just as you turn around, you’re faced with three men patiently waiting while two of them intensely looked at you and your son. The tall, slender one in the middle, clad in a grey suit, displayed a small smile trying to appear friendly, but mostly seemed awkward as if he wasn’t used to that emotion.

“Hello, my name is Lincoln Potter and these are a couple of my associates. We’re looking for a man by the name Ezekiel Reyes, or EZ, as some call him. We have a couple witness accounts on seeing him in the area so we’re asking around for more possible information.” Holding up a candid picture of him on his bike outside his dad’s carneteria, you lightly bounce Omari hoping to distort his view so he wouldn’t possibly recognize his father.

“Sorry, haven’t seen him.”

“Well it doesn’t have to be around here. Have you seen him anywhere else? In town perhaps?”

“No, nowhere else,” you answer showing no emotion. While this was your first physical interaction with Potter, you were definitely familiar with the attorney. A few times while you were at EZ’s trailer he’d have to step away to answer his call or meet him in some secluded location. It was then you saw how much of a pain he could be to any target he had his sights on.

Looking at you for a few seconds his mouth parts as if he had more to say, but instead the awkward smile returns as he hands you his card.

“If you do happen to see him, please call. He’s needed for...very important matters.” Taking the card from his hand, he gazes down to Omari innocently nibbling on his fingers. Black coils on the top of his head shifting from the light breeze, his dark eyes finally meet Potter’s crystal blue ones causing a low chuckle to escape the man’s lips.

“Might I add you have a beautiful son. His father is very lucky to have such a beautiful family.”

Through his compliment you could feel a sense of iciness laced within. Like he knew what information you were keeping from him and was 10 steps ahead of your two.

Politely nodding your head as a soft “thank you” leaves your mouth, you walk by the three men feeling eyes on your back. After buckling your son in his car seat, you move to the drivers side quickly closing the door behind you before resting your head on the steering wheel to take a deep breath.

“Mama,” Omari whines lightly kicking his feet wanting the car to move.

“I know we’re going baby boy just give mommy a second.” Dialing EZ’s number, you pull out of the parking lot onto the busy street anxiously waiting for him to answer.

“Hey, you okay?,” he asks, deep voice full of concern and worry.

“Um well yes and no....it’s Potter.”

———

Sat on the floor watching your little boy laugh as he plays with his interactive animal book, you occasionally look out the window anxiously waiting to see EZ and Angel arrive any minute. After telling him what happened, he instructed you to meet him at the clubhouse where he’d take you to his dad’s just in case you were being followed.

Dropping you both off, he didn’t say much as he walked you into the small house. Kissing Omari’s cheek and then your lips, he quickly left again with his brother instantly making you worried. Knowing what was going on, Felipe tried to get your mind off things by offering you food and getting you to talk about yourself or Omari, which worked but not for long.

Now over three hours later, it was dark outside and neither you nor Felipe had heard anything from the brothers.

Motorcycles humming outside, you peer out the window to see Angel and EZ slowly making their way to the front of the house causing you to sigh in relief. However, your worries quickly returned seeing both tiredly trudge through the front door and the front of EZ’s grey shirt crimson with blood.

“What happened?!,” you ask rushing to examine him for any other injuries.

“Calm down, it’s not mine,” he answers bringing your hands to his lips with a small smile. “Just had to save this one as always.”

“Save me? Pretty sure that’s not how it went at all but ok. And I’m good too, thanks for asking.” Shaking his head Angel picks up your son before sitting down on the couch and flipping through the channels on the outdated tv. “You care about your tio don’t you man?”

Little hands pulling his hair as he giggles, Angel lets out a small yelp trying to loosen his strong grip.

“Omari be nice,” you laugh before returning your attention back to your boyfriend. “Here, let me help you clean up.” Leading him to the bathroom, you close the door behind you as he removes his leather vest and shirt before sitting on the toilet.

“Try not to cry this time alright?”

“Psh, whatever,” he lightly chuckles resting his large hands on the back of your legs. A comfortable silence falls over you while you stand between his legs carefully cleaning the blood from his scars. Although you had grown used to these moments being with him for a while now, that still didn’t take away the ache you always felt seeing him hurt.

“You and Omari might want to stay with your mom for a while,” he speaks just above a whisper.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? You saw what happened today Y/N, I don’t want you guys hanging around for it to happen again.”

“If it happens again,” you correct making him roll his eyes as he stands up.

“Now’s not the time to be naive, I’m driving you tomorrow. Your stuff is already packed waiting at the trailer.” Reaching for the door, you stand in his way planting yourself against the worn looking wood with arms crossed over your chest.

“Last time I checked, you’re Omari’s father not mine.”

“Y/N move.”

“No. I’m not afraid of Potter or the men under him, he’s all talk.”

“And how do you know?”

“Because if he really wanted to do something he would’ve done it then and there. I mean think about it they had me at my most vulnerable state with no where to go and no way to defend myself,” you explain receiving an exasperated sigh from EZ as his hand rubs down his face.

“It was a warning. Yea they didn’t do anything when they could’ve, but they wanted to scare you into telling them what they wanted to know and intimidate both of us with what they could do.”

“Well it didn’t work,” you reply guiding his chin to look at you. “Ezekiel I knew what I was getting into when we started talking and I’m still here. If it ever gets to the point where I don’t feel safe or fear for our son’s safety then we’ll leave, but until then I’m not letting Potter get to me. Plus do you think it would be easy for us to just leave after all this time?”

Placing both hands on either side of your head, he slightly bends down leaving his face inches from yours. “I’m not saying it would be easy, but if it needs to be done then that’s it bellita.”

“And when it needs to be done it will be.” Connecting your lips with his, your hands roam from his bare chest to the nape of his neck while his wrap around your body bringing you closer.

“We’re gonna need to put you in a new apartment too,” he says separating his lips from yours as his fingers graze up and down your spine.

“Hopefully your dad is okay with me staying here for a while longer then.”

“Here? What about the trailer?”

“I think the constant revving of motorcycles and occasional parties might not be ideal for a baby to be around.”

“True, you’re probably right,” you both laugh before being interrupted by loud knocking.

“Aye I hate to interrupt your probably intimate moment in there, but your kid is hungry and I’m not sure if it’s for what I can give him or what only mom can,” Angel explains as Omari fusses in his arms. “Relax man I’m trying to get her out here.”

“I’m gonna shower, you better go ahead before he starts pulling his hair again,” he smiles kissing your temple.

Opening the door, you carefully take Omari from his hands tickling under his chin to make him laugh. “Okay my baby lets get you fed.”

“The amount of strength he has that’s not a baby, that’s a tiny grown man,” Angel adds making you laugh.

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Morning

Hey guys! This imagine is based off the song “Morning” by Marc E. Bassy and I hope you like it! (I linked it so hopefully it works lol)

Pairing: EZ ReyesxBlack Reader

⚠️: Slight angst, fluff💕!

With no makeup on and your eyelash hanging

I would still love you

If you came home late and you kept me waiting

I would still trust you

If the richer man was looking at you

Would you stay cold as a statue?

Would my love still be good for you?

A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he gazes at your sleeping figure curled into his side. So tired, and drunk, from your night out with the girls you didn’t even bother washing the makeup from your face, which you’d surely regret in the morning. Although he didn’t have the necessary supplies to remove it for you, he could at least gently peel your lashes from your lids placing them on the small bedside table.

Moving a stray curl from your face, he feels grateful for you being in his life and giving him more chances than any other woman probably would. He honestly felt you deserved someone better who you could have a normal life with instead of having to look over your shoulder every time you stepped outside. It accidentally slipped one day while he was lying on your chest and to this day he could see the mix of confusion and hurt in your eyes.

“What looks good on paper isn’t always what’s best for you,” you replied, nails lightly scratching his scalp. “EZ you are a caring and beautiful man who I love so much. I don’t want any other guy because I already know you’re the one for me.”

If I pass out drunk and you check my message

And see my exes

Would you still believe that it's only just us

And I'm not reckless?

“You went through my texts?!”

“No I replied to Emily telling her how you were drunk and couldn’t get up! The rest of the conversation just came up.”

“You didn’t have to read them though!”

“And you don’t have to run behind her every time she calls!”

Silence engulfs the room as you both look at each other. Two sets of angry and annoyed brown eyes just waiting to hear what the other would say next.

“So you don’t trust me now?,” EZ asks crossing his muscular arms in front of his broad chest.

“A naked woman could come in here right now, stand in front of you, and I know you wouldn’t do anything. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s that I’m tired of her having control over you.”

Sighing, you lean back on the counter behind you rubbing your arms from the slight chill running through your apartment.

“I’m sorry I looked at the messages and know that violated your privacy. I also know that you just want to help her and I respect that. I guess I just got a little worried thinking about your bond and felt like she’ll always have one level over me no matter what.” You didn’t want to cry, but thinking about the moment you saw her text and how your brain immediately pictured EZ leaving you for good to get back with Emily made a lone tear fall from your eye.

Thumb lightly sweeping away the water from your cheek, he brings his other hand up to cradle your face. “Don’t compare that bond to the one we have. She was my first love and will always be in my heart, but you, Y/N, have taken up the remaining space I had left. I want you to be my forever.”

“How can you be so sure? What if you meet someone ten times better than me tomorrow?”

“I already know she doesn’t exist. And even if she did, I’d still want you princesa,” he smiles before leaning down to deeply kiss your lips.

And last night,

I dreamed of a woman

Dark brown eyes

Daddy taught her all she knows

She brought me to life

She set my soul in motion

And there's only one thing that I gotta know

Would you be there in the mornin', mornin', mornin' , mornin'?

Feeling you stir awake, he shakes his head hearing you groan as your palm rested on your forehead.

“I’m never drinking again. Especially Ciroc.”

“Mhmm sure,” he chuckles leaning across your body to hand you two Advils and a cup of water. Slowly sitting up, you feel his soft eyes staring at you making you feel warm all over as if it was your first meeting all over again.

“You’re staring because I look like a mess aren’t you?,” you pout as he grins.

“No it’s not that. I was just thinking about a dream I had the other night.”

“About what?”

“Us, and how we had a daughter that looked just like you,” he explains making you shyly smile. “And I was teaching her how to fight of course.”

“Ezekiel...”

“What? I think that’s something important for her to know.”

“So is that your way of saying you want a baby now?,” you smirk.

“Maybe not now but eventually...I want you to marry me first though.”

“Alright, it’s a deal,” you giggle finishing your water before putting the cup back on the table.

“I’m serious Y/N. Marry me.”

There’s a small moment of silence between you as you just peer into his eyes, still in shock from his words. Chuckling from your expression, he reaches in his pocket to remove a diamond ring with a thin, silver band. Although simple, it was still one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen as the lone diamond sparkled in the light.

“Ezekiel I’m hungover and tired. If this is all a joke I promise-,”

“It’s not, and you know I can’t lie to you,” he answers sitting up and grabbing your hands, rubbing his thumbs over the back of them. “After everything we’ve been through, we always made it out on the other side, and I realized I could count on you to be there when I woke up. And I hope you say yes so I’ll always wake up to your beautiful face.”

Tears further messing up your makeup as they ran down your face, you wrap your arms around his neck pressing your lips against his.

“Of course I say yes,” you smile as your now fiancé places the warm ring on your finger.

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Break Me Off

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: dom!EZ Reyes x shy freak!reader

Summary: The one where your man is a masked menace to the kitty

READ NO MORE PLAYIN SAFE

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: general language warning, ez wearing a ski mask, CNC (consensual nonconsent), panties used as a gag, EZ wearing them damn gloves again, oral (m receiving), couple moments of degradation, unprotected sex (make them wrap it before they tap it), squirting, there's a couple times where a hand ends up around a throat, car sex, there's some potentially triggering language used so please read this at your own discretion. if I missed something politely let me know

A/N: DAY SEVEN OF KINKTOBER is here my fellow hoes, let's welcome back dom!ez reyes and his shy!freak reader girlfriend LMAO. Okay so first off yes I know that's not EZ in the pic but we're gonna pretend that it is because I couldn't find a pic of him in a mask. If there’s any errors or typos my bad, I gave it a look over before posting but I probably missed something knowing me.. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

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

You kept your head down as you entered the parking structure, not making eye contact with anyone and trying to avoid any awkwardness as you skirted around people that were walking just a tad bit too slow for your liking. All you wanted to do was get to your car so you could go home, but that was easier said than done. A shadow cut in front of you, making you draw your head up and take a step back when two men closed in on you. “Aye mama, where you rushing off to?” You took a deep breath, wishing Ezekiel was there with you. They’d never have stepped up to you like this if he was. Sighing you just shook your head and forced yourself to push past your shy discomfort and not cower. “I’m off to see my boyfriend, maybe you’ve seen him around? Big guy, lots of muscles, wears a Mayans kutte?” Well that took the wind right out of their sails, but they looked as if they were still going to try their luck. You were gearing up to pull your pepper spray from your purse when something over your shoulder caught their attention and instead of bothering you further they just apologized and scurried off.

Shrugging it off you took a few steps forward, pausing when the feeling of being watched made you shiver. You peered over your shoulder and saw nothing so you continued making your way to the parking lot where your car awaited.

You didn’t hear the sound of booted footfalls following after you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was following you. You hurried faster towards your car, body tense and nerves on edge the longer you had to linger out in the dark of night. Keys in hand you were already prepared to just get in your car and speed off, instead you were snatched up into strong arms and a gloved hand was clamped over your mouth when you went to scream for help. A brief struggle ensued, and quickly ended with you being shoved into the backseat of your car. Quickly you turned over onto your back, eyes darting wildly to the masked man standing there just on the outside.

“Scream and I won’t be nice.” He warned, voice muffled by the ski mask keeping his face obscured. You just nodded with a whimper, eyes looking over the man...or at least what you could see of him. There was a tattoo on his forearm that looked like a serpent, and when he climbed into the backseat and crowded you back against the door on the other side you caught the scent of soap, leather, and motor oil. You licked your lips, chest heaving slightly as you waited for what would happen next. Somehow you knew what this man wanted, and it sent a sick thrill through you. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone at night?” The masked man questioned, but something in his voice made you shudder. It was like he was enjoying how wide eyed and how seemingly frightened you were. You didn’t speak, voice catching in your throat until a gloved hand flashed out and squeezed around your throat. He yanked you forward, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating off of his body. “I asked you a question.”

“I-I’m not alone. M-my boyfriend’s going to show up any minute.” You stammered out, knowing that wasn’t the case. The masked man chuckled, reaching between your legs with his free hand to get up under your dress and roughly tug at your underwear until they ripped and the elastic band popped against your flesh. You let out a pained squeal, your hands suddenly beating against the masked man’s chest as you tried to get out of his strong grip. It did nothing and despite his earlier warning you opened your mouth to scream but he was quick to shove your ripped and ruined underwear into your mouth to shut you up.

“Guess I better be quick then, don’t wanna get interrupted by this boyfriend of yours.” He was laughing, shoving you back and using his large hands to keep your legs spread. A gloved hand drifted down between your thighs, and you tried to stop him only to have both your hands caught in his iron grip and held against your stomach. “Oh don’t give me that look, I saw you today. Walking around in this little dress, tits damn near spilling out and your ass barely covered. Admit it, you were just waiting for someone to come and give you what you need.” He taunted you, and you shook your head as tears began to burn behind your eyes. Your dress was hardly provocative, a sundress with a sweetheart neckline and cut just above the knee. He just chuckled, ignoring your attempts to squirm away when his fingers made contact with your clit and rubbing tight circles against it until you were doing everything you could to hold back any sounds behind the makeshift gag that was your panties.

You wanted to ignore how good it felt, but your body was quickly betraying you. You could feel how slick you were getting, making it easier for his gloved fingers to slide effortlessly against your exposed sex. You growled behind your gag, frustrated at how easily your body was giving into the pleasure and how quickly this masked man had managed to get you wet and dripping for him. Your frustration only seemed to encourage him, and the more you tried to resist and hold back the faster his fingers seemed to work against your sensitive clit until your tears were spilling down your cheeks, and ruining your mascara, from how hard you were trying to not give him the satisfaction of seeing you fall apart.

“You can pretend that you don’t like this all you want, but your pussy is telling me everything I need to know.” His words were followed by a slap to your clit that had you jumping and crying out from behind the panties stuffed in your mouth. “I’ll make you a deal though, if I can’t make you cum in the next sixty seconds then I’ll walk away.” He gave your sex another hard slap and you couldn’t stop the strangled moan that escaped you. You could only see his deep brown eyes, but you knew he was smirking under that mask. Like he knew something that you didn’t, it made you let out a muffled whimper. “If you do cum though, then I expect you to be a good fucking slut and wrap these pretty lips around my cock.” He paused, looking at you with obvious amusement shining in his dark eyes. “Deal?”

It was a question, but at the same time it wasn’t. You knew the answer that he wanted from you, so you nodded your head, telling yourself that you could hold off for sixty seconds.

You were sure that you could hold off at first, thinking he’d just let his fingers tease at your clit again. Instead he began laying more of those slaps against your sex, his slick, gloved fingers landing against your clit with each blow. The makeshift gag kept your loud cries and moans muffled, not that it mattered with how empty the parking lot that this was all happening in was. The wet smacking sound echoed around the inside of your car, amplified, shameful, and mixing with your own muffled moans as you trembled and failed the simple task of not cumming in all of thirty seconds. Your hips jolted, thighs clamping shut around his hand when he landed another slap to your puffy folds. He let go of your hands then, moving his hand to one of your knees so that he could pry your legs apart again and watch the way your quivering hole clenched and pulsed around nothing while his slick fingers rubbed against your clit to drag out the orgasm that had just been forced out of you.

“Don’t feel bad, you never stood a chance. Now, c’mere.” He moved you roughly, pulling your upper body forward until you were forced to move your knees under your body just to be somewhat comfortable in the backseat of your car. The masked man took his time undoing his dark denim jeans, the sound of the zipper slowly descending loud in your ears as you watched helplessly. Pulling himself out to let you get a good look at his thick length he smirked at the sound of your whimper, and used a hand to force your gaze up to his. “I’m gonna take those out of your mouth, and you aren’t going to scream are you?” You shook your head no, blinking as more tears fell from your eyes and streaked your mascara down your cheeks. He reached up to pull your torn underwear from your mouth, and before you could reconsider your promise not to scream he was forcing your head down and pushing the swollen tip of his hard cock into your mouth.

“That’s it, get it nice and wet.” He grunted, head falling back against the headrest of your backseat with a groan. A heavy gloved hand fell to the back of your head, gathering your hair into his grip and adding pressure to push you further down until you were choking around him with each pass. You let him control the way your head bobbed against his length, drool and your tears beginning to coat him. You cringed at the loud sloppy sounds of your mouth on him, slurping and gagging sounds invading your ears. It was embarrassing, trapped in the backseat of your car with some masked menace, choking on his dick, and despite how he’d already made you cum you could feel how you were aching to be filled. “Still think your boyfriend’s gonna show up?” He laughed out, cursing a second later when you whined in distress around him. “Wonder what he’d think if he caught you with a mouth full of a stranger's cock.” He pulled you off of him and stared hard into your bleary eyes as you caught your breath coughing and sputtering until you found your voice.

“He’d fucking kill the person stupid enough to fuck with me.” You spat, and again you couldn’t see anything except for his eyes due to the mask, but the way his eyes crinkled at the corners let you know that he was grinning at you.

“Sounds scary, too bad he ain’t here huh?”

You felt the brief swell of confidence wither when he said that, shoving you back against the backseat and pushing between your thighs so that he could line himself up with your entrance. You’re barely prepared for it when his hips surged forward and he breached your entrance. It knocked the breath out of you, made your back arch up from the backseat that he had you laid on, and you could feel your toes curling inside your wedged heels. He hardly gave you time to adjust, hips already moving to rail into you hard enough that you could feel the car beginning to rock from side to side.

God you could feel it already, the familiar pressure building between your thighs and making your blood rush in your ears. You were so close, and no matter what you thought or thought you wanted all you knew was that this masked man was going to make you cum hard if he kept fucking you like he was.

The moment your lungs had taken in air again and you found your voice the sounds of your moans were loud and bouncing off the inside of your car. Whatever restraint you had left was fucked out of you in that moment, and all you could do was cling to the masked man that was rutting into you and making sure that you took every thick inch that he had to offer. “Fuck, look at you.” He grunted, eyes screwed shut when he felt you squeezing around him. “You’re gonna cum all over this fat cock, you hear me?” He grabbed you around the throat again, squeezing when the only reply you could give him was a too loud moan. “C’mon, don’t turn into a dumb little slut on my cock yet.” He shook you lightly, making your eyes snap open. “Now what are you gonna do?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but could only cry out with how he was sawing into you. You cursed, eyes screwing shut before they fluttered open again. “Oh fuck...g-gonna, cum all over your fat cock!” You cried out, unable to look away from him as his next thrust made you shatter around him with a choked out sob of pleasure when you felt your juices squirting out of you with your release.

He thrusted harder, fucking you through your climax and chasing after his own until his hips came to a stuttering halt and he buried himself deep inside you as he released his spend. You whimpered, eyes slipping shut as a final tear escaped you.

“You okay?” The man asked, and when you next opened your eyes you saw that the mask had been pulled off and you were greeted with Ezekiel’s concerned expression. You laughed softly, pulling him down for a kiss to reassure him that you were just fine.

“I’m wonderful, babe. Thanks for remembering to keep your sleeves rolled up so I knew it was you.” You told him, letting him gather you up in his arms so he could sit back against the seat with you straddled across his lap. Planning this hadn’t been easy, even with the things you two were still learning about each other you were still shy. It’d taken some coaxing for your shy ass to even admit that it was something you were interested in after he’d taken another trip through your internet history. Now that you’d gotten to live out your fantasy you couldn’t help but think it had been so much better than you had anticipated.

Ezekiel merely hummed, stroking a hand down your back and let you rest against him for a minute or two before he finally moved to slip himself out of you. “Let me drive us home, and when we get there I’ll run you a bath with one of those bath bomb things you like, maybe order some food after if you’re hungry.” You nodded at his suggestions and kissed him again before sliding off his lap so that he could grab your dropped keys up from the floorboard.

He watched you curl up on the seat next to him, a smile on his lips as he just shook his head and leaned down to drop a kiss to your temple. “Alright, let’s get you home.” He muttered, tucking himself back into his jeans and getting out of the back seat so that he could move around the driver’s seat. You stretched out in the backseat, a smile still on your lips, and more than ready to let Ezekiel pamper you for the rest of the night.

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October prompts — 9. Johnny Coco Cruz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were sure to put that to good use.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck that dude but Rest In Peace, pieces though?

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

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

“What happened?” You demanded to know.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We talked about this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You should learn to be grateful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He knew he deserved that.

“Is everyone prey in your eyes, Johnny?”

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

You huffed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There still felt like there were holes in this theory.

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

Which really meant did they achieve the same quest?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had no chance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s if you survived the transition that is.

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

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If This Is Our Destiny 1

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

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

Words: 1,058

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Flashback -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Flashback over -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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If This is Our Destiny

Angel Reyes x f reader* | Manny x f reader*

Mayans MC | Status: Complete

Reading options: f reader or OC, see ✨ note below

About: I don’t even know yet. I’m working out my feelings as an ex-Angel girl falling for Manny 😂stay tuned. You know I’m a sucker for angsty love triangles.

-for OC purposes let’s call her Princesa (let’s be honest, for where she is I think it’s a good nickname. She is adored by the club) -

Chapters

One , two , three , four (finale)

Teasers

Ch 3 , Ch 4 / finale

⚠️warnings: you know the show, you know the content warnings. Mature adult content. Further themes: Mc stuff, violence, sexual situations, nightmares and mild ptsd

✨ Reader note: as a multiracial brown woman I do imagine bipoc, woc & black readers. I do try to keep the reader description blank so anyone can read, unless I noted otherwise. For example this list is my black/woc reader list. If I have specifications, I’ll make note of them with a * (like I am with this story) I honestly do envision this reader being shorted bc holy moly Angel is tall as fuck & I have a height difference thing. But she’s doesn’t have to be. So,?Yes I dedicate this one to bipoc, black, woc readers but if you aren’t one, you can still read it and enjoy it OR Aeven imagine reader as an OC. let’s give her the nickname …Princesa for OC purposes. ✨

Character appearances: Ez Reyes, Coco, background SP and Yuma guys, eventually Manny’s daughter.

Moodboards

[spookiekewchie]

Don’t Play

Characters: Angel Reyes x woc!reader 

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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

Word Count: 1k+

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

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

PART 2​

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Coco groaned again at the utterance of the name. 

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

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

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

[calif0rnia-lovers]

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

there are honestly so many good stories out there. why not share them with your peeps? I put together another group of stories i’ve read recently that left me thinking ‘chef’s kiss. pure perfection.’ if you've recently read some that fit the same criteria, why not reblog & add them to this post for everyone?

as usual, the fics are not limited to Mayans MC. we support all fandoms over here, so check 'em out for your weekend reading.

(bc I know smut isn't the vibe for some) stories with smut are marked with: 💦

last week's shoutouts.

all american

1. a break? | @forthecoloredgirl

pairing: jordan baker x black!reader

bucky barnes

2. no time for later | @syntheticavenger 💦

bucky barnes x reader

manny montana (i.e. rio & johnny t.)

3. act like it | @ks-dreams-fantasies

pairing: johnny tuturro x reader

4. house call (part I) | @irrelevantwriter 💦

pairing: rio x reader

mayans mc (various characters)

5. annoying | @blessedboo

mayans headcanon

6. yearning | @superhoeva

pairing: ez reyes x woc!reader

7. loved you once | @rae-gar-targaryen

pairing: angel reyes x reader

8. obsession | @bellisperennis0

pairing: bishop losa x reader

9. office fun | @sheeshgivemeabreak 💦

pairing: nestor oceteva x reader

10. worried sick | @twistnet

pairing: bishop losa x reader

michael b. jordan (i.e. him or killmonger)

11. one punch man | @marvellovegalore 💦

pairing: erik stevens x reader

12. man up (part I) | @ilovehatembj

pairing: mike b x black!reader

13. mission | @killmongerthirst 💦

pairing: erik killmonger x reader

pedro pascal (i.e. him or javi pena or din)

14. dial tone | @cptnbvcks 💦

pairing: javi x reader

15. drunk call | @hellcaster901 💦

pairing: pedro pascal x reader

16. i miss you | @otherthingsinhead

pairing: javi x reader

17. silent treatment (headcanon) | @thefanbasewhore

pairing: javi & din

sam wilson

18. breathe with me | @samwilsondiaries

pairing: sam wilson x reader

19. easy | @kikilefangirl

pairing: sam wilson x reader

20. let's talk under the stars | @lovleylanii

pairing: sam wilson x black!reader

21. positions | @luciifersson 💦

pairing: sam wilson x reader

stiles stilinski

22. passenger seat | @thatslikely

pairing: stiles stilinski x reader

trevante rhodes

23 the boring are the most interesting (part I) | @twistedcharismaaa

pairing: trevante rhodes x reader

[artemiseamoon]

Writer Wednesday Entries

Now that my masterlist is nice and clean, I’ve been organizing lists for easy finding. This is a list of all my entries for writer Wednesday hosted & created by autumnleaves1991-blog. These can be found on my masterlist as well, under the fandom.

🌺 fic, in progress

🌼 oneshot, drabble

The Joyous Delight of Pleasure | Ezra x f reader 🌼

Under the cover of darkness | Liam x f reader 🌼

Solatium | Ezra x Ofc 🌺

Bandits in the Wind | Ezra x ofc 🌺

Card game | Max Phillips x f reader x Veracruz 🌼

Simple Delights | Benny Miller x f reader 🌼

Solis Terra | Pero Tovar x ofc x Oberyn Soon!

+ Week 1 of Jey’s pride celebration

Opals & Sapphires | Ellaria x F reader 🌼

+ Week 2 of Jey’s pride celebration

A symbol of hope | Valkyrie x f reader 🌼

+ Week 3 for Jey’s Pride celebration

By Your Side | Fennec Shand x Black f reader 🌼

+ Week 4 for Jeys Pride celebration

The Calmness of Space | Nebula x f reader (mcu) 🌼

+ Week 5 for Jeys Pride celebration

TBA | Fennec Shand x WOC f reader 🌼

Promises | Will Miller x ofc 🌺

Solitude & Longing | Lu Fox x woc reader (Garrett Hedlund) 🌼

Not like me | Dave York x f reader 🌼

The Man In Black | Part of the Tell Me No Lies universe | Marcus Moreno x Supervillain OFC 🌺

Pancakes | Fennec Shand x F reader 🌼

The Note | Zach Wellison x reader (soon) 🌼

A date, really? | Billy x f curvy /plus size reader (skeleton twins) 🌼

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New! @ writer-Wednesday page

Second chances | Marcus pike x f reader

Dreamland | Jay Castillo x f reader

The best gift | Ez Reyes x f reader

Untitled | Billy Russo x f reader

A little bit of hope 1 | Santi x f reader (ft the guys & another possible romantic pairing)

The real you | Jack Whiskey x f reader

Wrap party | ofc & Minx crew

Soft mornings | Santi x f reader / or read as OC

37 letters | Llewyn x ofc x Johnny five

Love on the green | Ezra x ofc

Let’s be rebels | Benny x GN reader

Vampire Frontier | Santi x ofc, Tf guys x ofc

No love too intimidating | F reader, bi Ezra & bi Poe

To catch a thief | The thief, ofc, Dieter Bravo

Cherry blossoms in Chicago | Carmen B x f reader

A03 - writer Wednesday list * ⬅️ (more)

I am no longer posting fics on tumblr, only previews. Read works on A03 now.

I think this is in order 🤔 if not, sorry about that. I’ll update this as works are written.

Masterlist