#mayans mc x plus size reader

[imagineredwood]

Soft gentle Angel who gives his girl a bath after she comes home from a long hard day at work? Plus size if possible? Thank you beautiful

This was so self-indulgent with how work had gone these past few weeks lol Loved this request💕 You're welcome

He can tell as soon as you come through the door

The way your shoulders hunch yet are so tense

The way your feet drag

How heavy your eyes look

He can tell that the day sucked and now is his time to shine

He meets you halfway

Taking your bags and other belongings from you and putting them down

His lips are soft and so are his hands as he tugs you into him, mouth to your hair, fingers holding onto the soft plushness of your waist and digging in just enough for you to feel him keep you in place

"Shitty day, huh?"

He leaves a million kisses on your forehead and cheeks before finally pulling away

"Go get undressed. I'll be right there."

He speeds through the process, grabbing your favorite glass and pouring your favorite drink into it

He finds you nearly naked by the time he gets into the bathroom and quickly puts the glass down on the counter, turning on the water for the tub and letting it fill up

He runs it run nice and warm, holding his hands out to you as he sits on the edge of the tub

His lips are on you again now, trailing kisses along your soft tummy

Hands holding onto the width of your hips

He worships your plush form like that until the tub is full and ready for you

Helping you get in and kneeling down outside of the bath

He washes you tenderly

Scrubbing you to get you clean

But also massaging your sore muscles

Working out any knots and tension you have

Sneaking in kisses to your knuckles when he massages your hands

Or to your ankle when he's lathering your legs

He takes his time with you until the water is cold and your eyes are almost shut

Gathering you up in a towel and taking you to bed

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[ticklikeabomb]

One-shot : Baila Baila Baila

Pairing : Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz x Plus Size FemReader

Warnings : Language, Slight Angst, Fluff

Word Count : 2.4k

Disclaimer : I do not own the characters, nor the universe where they were created and interact in. This series/fiction is only for entertainment purposes.

Saying that you were close to explode was a euphemism. You were currently on the phone with the manager of the clothing store you ordered the dress of your dreams for the dance competition that is supposed to take place in less than a week, who was calmly informing you that the delivery wouldn’t make it on time.

“Let me get this one more time. You are telling me that the dress that I ordered, that was supposed be here a week ago is not gonna make it on time and you only tell me this now?! Is this a joke? Because if it is, it’s a horrible one”, you declared frustrated. “I’m really sorry Miss but the there was an incident with the delivery man and their truck caught on fire. The best we could do is lend you the yellow that you tried on.” You sighed, closing your eyes to keep your tears from spilling. “The yellow? The one that makes me look like a life-sized Tweety? Thank you but I’ll pass.” You breathed out heavily, “I’m sorry for my tone but this dress was for a really important event that I’ve been looking for a long time now.”

“I can tell Miss and we’re deeply sorry about it”, declared the manager on the other line. You exchanged for a few more seconds before hanging up and discharged your phone at the other end of the couch. Grabbing a pillow, you plastered it against your face and screamed. A momentarily sense of relieve filled your body and you stood up, grabbed your phone and car keys and made your way to the mall, at the research for another last-minute dress.

Two days before the contest

You arrived early at one of Santo Padre’s local gym and greeted the owner, a long-time friend of yours, who let you train in an isolated room with your dance partner. You made yourself at home, took off your jacket and started to stretch yourself on the floor, like you always did before the start of rehearsals. From the mirror, you saw Frank, your dance partner entering the room and greeted him with a smile. A smile that quickly evaporated once seeing his facial expression. “Hey, is everything ok?”, you asked concerned. “Hi Y/N, yeah I’m fine. Can we sit?”, he motions you but your body tenses. “I’d like to stay up if that’s ok”, you replied to which he nods. “Look Y/N, I know that what I’m gonna do is awful and I feel like an asshole but I can’t dance with you on the competition.” You felt your heart stop and beat frantically at the same time. “What? Why? Do you have an emergency or something?”

He scratches behind his head and says, “No but Tracy and I reconnected and she would like to try again and asked me to be her partner for the contest. You know, we’re professional dancers and this is a lifetime chance to get recruiters to notice us.” You couldn’t believe what was happening and looked at him, open mouth. “Y/N?”, he whispers. You scoff, finally coming back to your senses. “You must be fucking kidding me”, you exclaim, pacing around the room, your hands on your waist. You shook your head violently, not believing it: first the delivery incident, where your custom-made dress burned down like a marshmallow and now your so-called partner leaving you behind for someone else.

You grabbed your things and turned at him, “You know what Franck, you shouldn’t feel like you’re an asshole. You are an asshole!”, before leaving the room.

You spent the rest of day sulking at home, unable to stop crying. You felt awful and decided to pass by the Mayans clubhouse, not in the mood to stay at home. You weren’t really looking for conversations but you wanted animation surround you without taking part of it. You wanted to flee the isolation so badly that you didn’t even take time to eat something first. You arrived at the clubhouse and saw a party blasting inside. Taking advantage of the filled-up place, you sneaked over to the bar and managed to get EZ’s attention. “Hey Y/N, how are you?”, he smiled at you. “How are your teeth so white and perfect?”, you ask him. You knew how observant he was and how easily it would be for him to notice that something was off. Your remark made him smile wider, revealing his perfect dentition even more. You shook your head jokingly, mumbling “Shame” with fake outrage.

EZ’s laugh at your comment caught Coco’s attention and came across you drowning your second shot before taking a gulp of your beer. He immediately noticed that you weren’t ok. The way your shoulders were tense, the way your eyes lost its sparkle, how your wrinkles didn’t retract at the corner of your eyes from genuinely smiling were enough to alarm him. It wasn’t a secret, except for you, that Coco harbored a huge crush on you and got to know you like the palm of his hand. A crush that his friends would tease him about for not asking you out officially. He kept analyzing you before standing up and making his way to you.

You catch Coco’s sight weave out of the bodies in the room and make his way to where you were standing. He plasters himself next to you, his body leaning against the wall, tension float above you. You feel his eyes on your side and turn your head to him. “What?”, you ask him. “You tell me?” He sees your jaw clench and your eyes wetting. You turn your head back upfront, drinking your beer, trying to regain control of your emotions. His fingers grace your hand and the next thing you know is that he’s leading you outside the clubhouse for fresh air. He lets go of your hand and your heart compresses from the deprive of his warmness. He lights up a cigarette and waits until you’re ready to talk. You look around and notice Gilly and Angel’s nosy attention at you and Coco, looking elsewhere when your eyes land on them.

“I’m not doing the contest after all”, you finally break the silence. You didn’t need to look at him to know the frowning and confused expression on his features. “What do you mean you’re not doing the contest? Did they cancel the event?”, he replies. “Nope.”

“Then what?”, he asks. “Franck stood me up for Tracy, so I don’t have a dance partner which means that I can’t compete in it.” You hear him swear under his breath, exhaling the smoke from his nostrils. “What an asshole”, he comments. You chuckle weakly, “Exactly my last words to him.” He shakes his head disgusted. “It is what it is”, you tell him, the sadness painted on your face. “It’s not. You’ve train over a year for this. It can’t just end like this.” You squeezed Coco’s shoulder and shook your head in defeat, “It’s over Coco. I can’t dance alone. Maybe next year.” You turn around ready to leave when his words glue you to the spot. “I’ll dance with you!”

You turn around, furrowed brows, “What?” “I know the dance. I’ve assisted on most of your rehearsals with that douche”, he declared. He saw a spark light your eyes. “Are you for real?”, you ask him. “Let me be your dance partner”, he tries to say it the most nonchalant way possible but his voice flinches the slightest, knowing his words meant more than just be your dance partner. You can’t believe he would actually do this for you. You consider the fact that he did for whatever reason assisted on a large amount of your rehearsals, protesting it was Creeper, your best friend, that asked him to keep an eye on you. 

You close the gap between each other and engulf him in your arms, “Thank you so much Coco. You have no idea how important this is for me.” He pats your hair and replies, “I do querida and I want to be part of that moment.” You thank him once more and you both plan on rehearsing the next day.

Later that night, Coco asked Bishop for the next three days to which the president agreed. Saying that the guys didn’t tease him even more was an understatement. “I can’t wait to see our little Coco here swaying his hips to the ritmo del amor”, joked Gilly. “Fuuuuck off”, his brother replied making the other men laugh out loud. “Let’s hope that will give him enough courage to finally ask Y/N out or I will”, commented Angel, smiling wickedly once seeing Coco’s angry gaze on him.

You and Coco spend the following two days practicing non-stop, going over the passages that he still had trouble with. You were stunned at how good he danced, loving discovering that unknown side of him. Your compliments boosted his pride and confidence, catching you by surprise and lifting your leg to his waist at a moment in the song. You squealed a little surprised at his gesture, your breath mixing with his, your faces inches apart. You cleared your throat before gulping. A smirk graces his face content with the effect he has on you. “Ehm wow, eh good. That was great, we should keep it in the routine”, you mumble while disengaging. You kept going on until the day of the contest.

--

You managed to find a dress that you changed to match with the routine. You were beyond stressed, your heart pumping faster than the Black Eyed Peas could say ‘Pump it’. You get a call which you answered without seeing the name on it. “Yo where are you?”, Coco asks. “I’m on the restroom trying to regain my calm.” As soon as you finish your sentence, he hangs up. You look at the phone and whisper ‘rude’. You were checking if you tied the straps of you heels correctly, when you felt a hand on your bare back. 

Lifting up, Coco was standing in front of you. “Coco what are you doing here”, you tell him but he seems lost. You waved a hand in front of him, “Coco? You there?” Submerged by you in that dress, the aura emanating from you, he simply whispered “Wow.” A smile crept his way to your face. “You’re gorgeous”, he tells you more confidently, his eyes on yours. “Thank you. You look very handsome yourself”, you reply and adjust the collar of his shirt.

You both leave the restroom and make your way to the main hall, spotting the Mayans. You greet them and thank them for coming and support you. “Our pleasure”, the men chant. They then turned to Coco and nodded at his color matching suit. “Look at this Lady killer. You’re gonna still all of their hearts”, commented Tranq. “Nah just that one”, added Angel smugly. Coco leave his brothers behind, joining you at the side of the stage’s entrance.

You try to shake off your nervousness by gesticulating your fingers and deep breathing. “I feel like a glowing disco ball with so much highlighter on my face,” you reply making Coco laugh. “Nah Ma, you’re glowing because you’re a diamond.” You gasp, your heart beating harshly, not expecting hearing such a sweet comment from Coco and before you could reply, the host called your number to perform next. “Ready?”, he whispers in your ear. You take a deep breath and smile confidently while approving. “You?” He nods, his smile matching yours. He takes your hand and you both take the pose on the stage.

Your routine begins as soon as the first music notes of Ozuna’s Baila Baila Baila (Remix) with Daddy Yankee’s song are heard. The second the song plays and your eyes land on Coco, the stress and your environment evaporate. The only person counting for you being Coco and vice versa. Your hands circling around your bodies sensually, your steps in sync with the rhythm, your smiles illuminating the room. Everyone could see how much fun you were having. Your energy and the flawlessly executed routine echoed through the room, making the people cheering loudly.

When the song ended and you came back to reality, you and Coco hugged tightly, proud of your performance. Grabbing your hand, he led you to your family and your friends who congratulated you. You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around, revealing Franck and Tracy in front of you. “I just came by congratulating you. You made it to the contest after all”, exclaimed Franck. You felt Coco slide beside you. “Thanks, I couldn’t have done it without the best partner anyone could ask for”, you replied, your eyes locked on Coco.

“Beat it”, whispered Angel to Franck who got the clue.

The host called the contestants for the verdict. You and Coco didn’t win the prize but you didn’t care. “I’m sorry it wasn’t enough”, he tells you once outside, taking a smoke. “What? You kidding? It was an amazing experience and I’m really happy I could share it with you. Besides we nailed that dance. Not our fault that those old asses can’t see awesomeness in front of them”, you half-joked. You both laughed until a silence settled down between you. “Coco?”, you whisper. “Yeah?” “Would you like to go on a date with me?”, you free jumped head first, feeling a shiver cross your body. “Only if you go on one with me first”, he replies. Your smile makes his wide and your bodies automatically inch closer one to another. Reducing the gap between you, your lips meet shyly, then sensually, pouring the hidden love that you both shared in a kiss.

“Fucking finally”, you heard one of the Mayans behind you. Coco breaks the kiss, sighing heavily at his brothers’ shenanigans. You both turn to them, their smug faces on display and shake your heads. “I guess I don’t have a shot with Y/N now”, joked Angel to which you frowned. “Keep dreaming”, replied Coco before stealing your breath away in a deep kiss.

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[berberriescorner]

Masterlist💗

Started: 10/22/2020

Last Updated: 08/25/2024

Angel Reyes

"Hungry and Hormonal"

"Disastrous Deception"

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

"Out of Control"

“Get Your Act Together”

Odell Beckham Jr.

Gif credit: @objs13

"I Got You"

Chris Evans

Gif credit: @capsgrantrogers

“This Thing Called Life”

“Here We Go”

Rio

"Gang Friend and a Gentleman"

“Are You Listening?”

Daily Struggles Series: "Keep Me Posted"

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

“Gimme Some”

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

“Through It All” - Part One

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

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

"Tempting Limits"

"Balancing Acts"

Rio Ask/Headcanons (In Order):

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

Rio and Wifey on Vacay w/ baby girl.

Rio, Wifey, and All Girls.

Baby Mama, Four Times Over.

Built In Babysitter. Evolution of a Mini Hustla.

Valentine's Day and a Wedding Anniversary.

Rio’s Mini-me.

Let’s Go Little Kitty-Kat

It Be Your Own Blood

"Like Father, Like Son"

Pablo Schreiber

"Mini Mediators"

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II

"Nobody’s Gonna Know"-Part One.

“Nobody’s Gonna Know” - Part Two.

Kevin Atwater

"Until The Cops Come Knocking"

"Loud and Wrong"

Jay Halstead

“Echoes of Redemption”

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

"Late Night Cravings"

“Under the Mask”

“Haunted Hearts”

🚨SNIPPETS🚨

"Feeling Flustered" - EZ Reyes SNIPPET

"Disastrous Deception: Part Five" - Angel Reyes SNIPPET

"Do Not Disturb" - Angel Reyes SNIPPET

"Are You Listening" - Rio SNIPPET

"Loud and Wrong" - Kevin Atwater SNIPPET

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

“Mini Mediators” - Pablo Schreiber SNIPPET

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

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

“Clear A Bitch” - Chris Evans SNIPPET

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

"Late Night Flights" - Chris Evans SNIPPET

Divider Credit: @firefly-graphics 💕.

[samwilsonsbabymama]

Did He Just?

18+

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black Reader

Summary: You break up with Angel, but he didn’t break up with you. Based off this...

Warning: maybe angst, breaking up, crying, and Angel being annoying 

Word Count: <650

A/N: What??? another fic??? that’s 2 fics in 2 days lol for someone that’s not writing anymore I sure am writing a lot lol but hopefully this makes up for this. It’s not a part 2 though so don’t get too excited lol this hasn’t been edited either.

Dividers by @writeyourmindaway​

There was a point in your relationship when you never fought, but ever since he began spending more time across the border with Adelita, you two constantly fought. The constant arguing between the two of you was starting to wear you down. 

This last time, however, was the worst fight you had, and you were finally done.

“Maybe we should call it quits,” you said as you walked away. You had no fight left in you, and if Angel wanted to be with Adelita, then he could be with Adelita.

You weren’t sure if he had cheated on you, or if he actually wanted to be with her, but the fact that she was pregnant, and wouldn’t say who the father was, weighed on you. Angel promised that he hadn’t stepped out on you, but the amount of time they spent together rubbed you the wrong way.

You hadn’t seen Angel in a few days, and maybe that was for the best. Yeah, you had broken up with him, but you were still sad.

You felt like a cliche as you watched your favorite ‘breakup movie’ and shoveled ice cream into your mouth. 

You had fallen asleep with the tv still playing and you sat right up when you heard it click off.

You frowned when you spotted Angel standing in front of you, posed as if he was about to lift you up.

“What are you doing here?” attitude laced all through your voice.

“The fuck you mean?” he asked as he straightened up. “I always come here when I get back from a run.” Angel made his way towards your kitchen.

“Yeah, when we were together,” you yelled as you followed after him. “We broke up. Remember?”

Angel looked at you with a confused look on his face.

“I said, ‘Maybe we should call it quits’ and then I didn’t hear from you for 3 days,” you refreshed his memory.

Angel laughed. He laughed a full-on belly laugh. One that brought tears to his eyes and had him doubled over.

“I don’t see what’s funny, Angel, and I want my key back,” you frowned with your hand on your hip as you waited for him to stop laughing.

“Nah,” he responded once his laughter died down, but his lips still held a smirk.

“The fuck you mean ‘Nah’?” You looked at him dumbfounded for a few seconds. “Like, ‘Nah, I don’t remember that,” or ‘Nah, I’m not giving you your key back,’? Cause I can always change my locks.”

Angel shook his head before taking a step towards you. “Nah as in we’re not over. You’re still my girl and I’m still your man. We’re in this for the long run, mi dulce.”

Angel placed a kiss on your forehead and took a step back.

“Now, what do you want to eat?” he asked, completely changing the subject. You watched as he walked around your kitchen. Did this man just disregard your breakup? Did he just invite himself into your house and to your food?

“Angel,”

“Nah, cut that out, Y/n,” Angel interrupted. “I’m not cheating on you and I never have.” Angel came closer to you and cupped your cheek. “You have nothing to worry about because this thing with the rebels is over. I don’t have to spend as much time away from you now, so we can really do this. I want to be with you and only you.”

You sighed and leaned into his hand. “Really?” you wanted to believe him. Every part of your being was urging you to give your relationship with him another try.

He nodded his head and pulled you close. “Really, really. Now, what do you want to eat?”

💕A/N 2: If you ‘liked’ it, please reblog or leave a comment/reply even if it’s only an emoji. 💕

[murphslass]

time for the Mayans :))

[blackmissfrizzle]

F Like a Pornstar

Pairing: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: Angel finds out a little secret about you.

Warnings: Smut

A/N: My rewatch of Mayans helped me come up with this idea.

Lightly edited, so sorry for any mistakes

Too caught up running after your sister, you didn’t pay attention to the motorcycles in front of the house. Kyle stormed into the house, yelled her husband’s name, and ran up the stairs.

“Y/N.” You heard a familiar voice call you, halting your journey. Turning around you saw your boyfriend crooking his finger telling you to come here.

“Baby!” Your whole demeanor changed when you saw Angel. As you made a beeline to him you greeted the other Mayans. Looked like the whole crew was here.

Right when you were in arm’s reach, Angel hugged you and kissed your shoulder, that earned him a bunch of joking ‘awwws’ from his brothers.

Angel flipped them all off. He didn’t care what they think as long as he has you. “What are you doing here?” He asked, confused at how you ended up at a whore house.

You explained to him how you and Kyle were out for drinks when she decided she wanted to see where her no-good husband was. The Find My app led you to Vicki’s and now you were pretty sure that Kyle’s husband was about be murdered.

“Damn, Vic, you gonna let her kill her husband?” Coco asked, turning his attention away from the girl in his lap.

Vicki assured everyone that Kyle wasn’t gonna kill him. Apparently, this happens all the time and its good entertainment for Vicki and the girls. Plus, she just charged your douchebag brother-in-law extra.

Someone else called your name, but this time it was a woman. In her black kimono and matching black lingerie came Mimi running towards you. “Y/N!!! OMG, girl you look good.” She juggled your boobs.

Angel took in your outfit in its totality and he agreed with Mimi. You looked good, a little too good for his taste. You wore a burnt orange top that crossed in the front, which showed off a generous amount of cleavage, light washed ripped blue jeans hugging your ass, brown heels showing off those pretty white toes Angel wanted to suck, and Fenty Gloss Bomb and Body Lava to top it off. He can’t believe you went out like that without him.

“She’s right, mi dulce. You look fucking sexy, wait til we get home.” Angel smacked your ass and nibbled on your ear.

An unimpressed grunt was heard across the room. “I doubt she can pleasure him.” A short blonde told another girl.

This wasn’t unusual. Angel being a Mayan and extremely attractive made other girls jealous of you and disrespectful. Early on you used to jack them up, but eventually you learned to ignore them especially since Angel proved he only had eyes for you.

“Don’t do my friend like that! Remember Vegas, Y/N?” Mimi came to your defense.

As you remembered that weekend, a smile crept on your face. That was one wild ass weekend.

“What happened in Vegas,” EZ asked, noticing your smile.

“Old same old same old,” Mimi answered. “Partying, drinking, gambling. But then we got invited to this sex club and Ms. Thang over there had sex with a pornstar.”

All the men in the room were interested now. It was no secret that you were wild child, but they didn’t expect that.

“Who was she?” Eagerness laced Angel’s voice.

You were about to lie. Angel didn’t need to know all the sordid details, but Mimi had to open her big mouth. “She?! No, she got to fuck the Manuel Ferrera.”

Desperately, you tried to get Mimi to shut up, but she wouldn’t. “Remember he said you were the best he ever had? Didn’t he get your number?” You confirmed her guess with a slight nod. “My girl got the shit that yanks!” Mimi bragged as if she was talking about herself.

At this point you could’ve burst into flames by how hot your face was. You could feel Angel staring holes in your head and the bemused faces on the other Mayans didn’t help.

“He was aight. Nothing to write home about.” You tried to calm the storm brewing in Angel, but once again Hurricane Mimi blew in.

“Just okay?! Girl, you couldn’t shut up about the dick the whole way home! Best dick of your life! Didn’t you cal-” Mimi was about to go on, but she finally caught the look on your face. “Um, I think I heard a customer,” Mimi pointed to the stairs. “Imma catch you later.”

“Best dick of your life, huh?” Coco took a drag of his cigarette and smirked. He loved giving you shit.

Angel looked at you expectantly, but you kept your mouth shut. This was a discussion better for home.

“Okay, then.” Angel spoke to himself then threw you over his shoulder. “Let’s see if he’s still the best.”

An inhuman screech came out your mouth as you called Angel’s name. “You can’t do this here! Vicki has money to make, she can’t be wasting it on us!”

Gilly pulled out his wallet and gave Vicki a couple of hundreds, for which Angel thanked him and promised to pay him back.

“Fuck you, Gilly!” You double flipped off said man as Angel went up the stairs.

Gilly toasted his beer to you. “Looks like Angel already about to beat me to the punch!”

An eruption of laughter broke out as Angel continued up the stairs. On the first try, he found an empty bedroom and threw you on the bed.

“Aw c’mon Angel, you can’t be that upset about a guy I messed around with before you. Anyway, I’m the one who should be upset. You’re the one at a brothel!”

“We’re checking on Creep.” Angel began undressing himself. He knew your brain always short-circuits when he takes off his clothes.

“Well, he uh he looks fine to me. Let’s finish this at home.” Angel pulled you off the bed and stood behind you. You could feel his hardened length against your back.

His fingers expertly unbuttoned your jeans and he went straight for your clit, rubbing small circles. “Angel,” you cried out in ecstasy.

Licking your hand, you reached behind you and started stroking Angel. “Fuck, querida.” Angel groaned, leaning his head back. “See, you don’t wanna stop, sweetheart. I think you wanna show that little puta down there that you can more than enough please your man.”

“5 minutes.”

“I knew your ego couldn’t handle being challenged.” Angel undressed you and pushed you back to the bed. “Would you have even agreed if she didn’t run her mouth?”

“I’ll never tell.” You pretended to zip up your mouth and throw away the key, but Angel knew exactly how to get you to open your mouth. Without warning he slid into you and the both of you moaned.

Angel leaned in closer to you. “Shit, Y/N, it may be less than five minutes by the way you’re gripping me.” His pace started off slow, but he couldn’t help to pick it up. When y’all got home, Angel planned to take his time, explore your body, tease you, and slowly make love to you, but right now wasn’t the time. He had a point to prove. You had a point to prove.

“Whose pretty pussy is this?” Angel slipped his hand between the two of you and rubbed on your clit.

“Yours,” you whimpered against Angel’s lips.

“Mmm, that wasn’t loud enough. Try again.” Angel pushed your legs back until your ankles were by your ears.

His dick went deeper than before, so deep that you could feel him in your stomach. “It’s yours,” you screamed at the top of your lungs, your nails marking up his back.

“Damn right, mi dulce! I better not hear about that man ever again; do you understand me?”

You brought your lips up to Angel. “Yes, now make me cum!” You ordered against his ears.

Angel smiled against your cheek and gave you a sweet kiss. “Yes ma’am.” But that kiss was completely different by the way he was pounding into you. Angel’s thrusts were becoming erratic, letting you know he would be coming right along with you.

Soon, the both of you were yelling out each other’s name in euphoria with a string of curse words followed by some heavy panting and a little laughter at the current situation you were in.

Finally dressed, you checked yourself in the mirror to make sure that nothing was out of place. “Angel, I swear if you sweated out my blowout, you’re paying for the next one.” You tried your best to slick down some of your fly-aways.

Angel buckled up his belt as he came to stand behind you. “I told you not to get it, but no you just had to. I should let your little spoiled ass look crazy.”

Facing him with a mega-watt smile you slid your arms around his waist. “So, that means you’ll get it?”

Rolling his eyes, Angel to agree to paying for the next blowout. “Spoiled ass,” he mumbled when y’all exited the room.

Another door opened as soon as y’alls did, revealing an old white guy with thinning hair and beer belly. “How much for her?” He asked, his eyes unashamedly raking over your body. In no time, Angel pulled out his gun and told the disgusting man that you weren’t for sell, making the dude scurry back into his room.

As the two you were laughing down the stairs, you heard Kyle tell Lance she wanted a divorce. “What? What do you mean you want a divorce? Just because you heard your sister get fucked like the biker whore she is, you want to leave me? Me? Pathetic.” Venom was dripping from Lance’s tongue and you were about to knock him out like you did the first time you found out he cheated on Kyle, but Angel stopped you.

All of the Mayans perked up and immediately were on the defense. “Watch your mouth before we have to do something about it.” Bishop ordered the prick. Lance may be oblivious and unappreciative, but he wasn’t a total idiot. In a hurry, he left Vicki’s before he got his ass beat.

It was quiet for a little bit after Lance left in a rush until you spoke up. “So, all I had to do was let you listen to me have sex and that’s what would’ve got you to leave his lame ass?! Bitch I would’ve done that a long time ago!”

Kyle waved off your silliness even if it was true. Albeit repulsive to hear her baby sister to get her back broke, it awakened something in her. Never in her entire ten years with Lance had she known pleasure like that. And then to see Angel doting on you just after it sounded like y’all have the nastiest sex made her want more.

“First order of business: get you some new dick! Gilly? EZ? Coco?” You were arranging the men like a buffet table. EZ was mortified, Gilly had the sense to pretend to, and Coco looked like he was up for game.

“Y/N,” she sighed at your fast attempt to get her a rebound. “Not now. Anyway, can I drive your car back home? I planned on riding back with Lance, but that’s obviously not happening.”

Angel dug in your back pocket and threw the keys to Kyle. “Here you go. I’ll get her home safely.” You gave Kyle a hug goodbye and you promised to bust Lance’s kneecaps if he tried to do any fuck shit.

For a couple of more minutes you and Angel stay behind to check on Creep and say your goodbyes. When you hugged Mimi, the snooty blonde was near her and she still seemed pissed off that you managed to bag Angel. “Next time,” you fluffed her hair ad if you were friends. “Try another bitch because I’m not the one, two, or three.” You patted her shoulders and gave her ‘I’ll kill you bitch’ smile.

Angel started to guide you towards the door before you can do any damage to the girl. Once you got to the front door threshold you stopped and turned to the girl. “Oh, if what you heard earlier wasn’t proof that my shit yanks, maybe I’ll invite you to watch and you may get some pointers.” You stuck out your tongue and twerked on Angel to the music in your head.

Mimi pointed a perfectly manicured finger at you and screamed, “HELL MOTHERFUCKIN’ YEAH! MY GIRL SHIT YANKS!” Everyone either shook their head at your antics or broke out in laughter, except stanky ass attitude girl.

Now Angel needed to get you home asap. He smacked your ass to push you out the door. “Yo, you into that exhibitionism shit?” By the way he asked and the look on his face, you knew he was hoping for a yes.

“Only if you also allow another man to watch.”

“Fuck no!” Angel strapped in your helmet a little too tight due to his little outburst of jealous.  You cackled as you hopped on the back of bike. Bet, he won’t ask another stupid question like that again.

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LOVE AFFIAR:

Coco Cruz X ChubbyBlack/Hispanic Reader!!

Abigail starts to groan, when she feels kisses being placed on her shoulder, making their way up towards her neck. Slowly opening her eyes, Abigail smiles, already knowing it's her boyfriend, of 3 years, Johnny ”Coco” Cruz. ”Mamas, Let's get another round in before you have to leave. ” Coco smiles. Turning her body to face him. ”Coco, why must you're Interrupt my sleep?” Abigail furrowrs her eyebrows. ”I want to be inside you one more time, I Don't know when we will see each other again.” Coco brushing one of her curly strands of hair out of her face. ”what time is it?” Abigail, starts to turn her head. ”It's only 8, but Letty called me earlier and said she was coming around noon from her sleepover.” Coco says, putting his hand under her chin making her face him again. ”You could've let me sleep another hour.” Abigail scoffs. ”but that's another hour I lost from not being inside of you.”Coco smirks. ”You're lucky I love you.” Abigail pecking his lips.”Show me how much you love papi” Coco grunts, picking up and throwing Abigail on his lap.

Running her hands down his tattooed chest, before making her way back up to his face, running her hands through his short black hair, as she starts to kiss him, slipping her tongue in his mouth, while he's hands travel down her backside until he reaches list above her ass, roughly grabbing each of her ass cheek, in each of his hands, making Abigail squeal. Giving each of her ass cheeks a hard, loud smack, before grabbing her hips pushing her closer to where his hard cock was standing up, Abigial pulls away, and starts to lift her up body, and grabs Coco cock and lining up to her entrance, taking a deep breath Abigail Slowly, sinks down on his cock, taking each inch like a good girl she is, once she felt he was all the way in, Abigail starts to move back and forth with the small help with Coco, feeling the pleasure rapidly building up, Abigail moans ”Ohhh fuckkk” as she pulls her head back. Coco watches Abigail taking his cock so well, he watches as her boobs move slowly up and down, but drastic move faster as Abigail starts to bounce up and down on his long thick cock. ”Babyy I'mm about to cummm” Abigail moans, rubbing her nipple area. ”Ayyy stop it, that's my job.” Coco slaps her hands away from her boobs. ”Papi pleaseeee, fuckkk I'm close.” Abigail beggs, bouncing up and down on his cock at a faster pace, making Cocoa groan, throwing his head back, once Coco head come back facing Abigail, he picks her up, while getting up from the bed throwing her on the bed, turning her on her stomach.

Abigail loves the position the way her body arches, the deeper his cock goes in, Abigail is gripping the sheets when Coco smacks her on each of her ass cheeks, until she can feel the burning sensation running through her body. Abigail buried her face in the sheets, once she felt his tongue licking and kissing her pink-brown pussy, making her moan, gripping the sheets until her knuckles turned white, the vibrations when he moan against her pussy made her rolled her eyes back. ”Papiii, stop teasing and fuck me like I'm your little puta ” Abigial raspes. ”You have been acting like a little puta, being too friendly with that classmate of yours!! Maybe I should record me fucking you so he knows his place yeah??” Coco growls before slamming his cock not giving Abigail anytime to adjust, Abigail whimpers. ”Shut up, You wanted this dick fucking take it like a puta, YOU MAKE ONE MORE SOUND AND IM NOT GONNA LET YOU, YOU HEAR ME??!!” Coco husks., grabbing a fistful of Abigail's black curly hair before pulling it back towards him. Abigail face was ruined with tears falling down her face, from each eye. ”Papi I'm gonna cum.” Abigail cries out. ”Cum on papis Cock, Milk my cock like the puta you are.” Coco grunts. Once Cocoa gave her permission, her whole body starts to shake, making her eyes to roll back, tears coming start falling down her face once again. ”Fucckkk I lovee your pussy, the way it clenches my cock Fuckk if you keep clenching my cock, I'm going to make you a mom, would you like that huh??!! have my sperm fill your precious little womb.” Abigail nods. Coco whispers in her ear. ”Im so close, , Fuck here it comes!!” Coco grunts before spilling all his sperm inside of Abigail.

Slowly pulling out, after making sure all his cum was not coming out of her pussy, Coco got up and walks to his bathroom and grabs a small washcloth, wetting it from the water from the sink and come back inside the bedroom, and sitting on the bed next to Abigails body who was still face down, ass up, cleaning her pussy gently making her moan as soon as the towel touches her throbbing pussy. Once she was cleaned, Cocoa went back the bathroom threw that wash cloth in the dirty hamper an got a new one for him, wet it and cleaned himself off an also throwing it into the hamper, before going back inside the room and slowly and gently pulling Abigail legs from underneath her until she was playing completely flat on the bed. Laying next to her Coco ran his fingers down her arm, and kissing her opened cheek. ”Mamas??” Coco asks. ”Yes papi.” Abigail whispers, too tired to turn her head. ”Do you want to have my kid??” Coco questions Abigail. Abigail carefully slowly turns her body to face him, once she is face to face with Coco, she runs her fingers caressing his cheek. ”Of course what makes you think I don't.” Abigail curiously. ”Weve been dating for two years, I want to make sure you dont regret this of being the father.” Coco running his fingers down her arm. ”Of course not baby, Your an amazing father with Letty, just because you weren't a good one in the past doesn't mean you haven't changed. I would be honor to have you as my baby’s father” Abigail kisses him slowly. “You mean that.”Coco smiles. “Baby I do, from the bottom of my heart I do.” Abigail smiles back. “You know the first time I saw you I knew that I wanted you to be the last person to give me any kids.” Coco chuckles. “Really??” Abigail laughs. “Sure did, seeing you interact with those kids you had to serve, how patient you are with them, how happy you look once you have a smile on your face once you see them smile, it was a beautiful sight to see.” Kissing Abigails forehead. “Te amo much Johnny.” Abigail pecks his lips one more time. Te amo tambien” Coco kisses her lips, before putting chin on top of her head, rubbing her arm at up and down, the couple slowly started to drift off to sleep.

As the couple slept, they were unaware that Cocos daughter, Letty just arrived back from her sleepover, opening and closing the front door, before locking it and made her way upstairs grabbing her overnight bag, noticing that it was quiet, Letty puts her bags in her room before walking towards her dads room and knocking on his bedroom door. ”Coco, Are you okay??”. Putting her ear on his bedroom door. She can hear him say ”Fuckk!!”. ”Coco what's going on??” Letty jiggling his doorknob. ”Im okay Letty, just give me a couple of minutes.” Coco shouts. ”Okay!!” Letty not believing him. Coco and Abigail were looking at each other nervously, after heading Letty walk away from the bedroom door. ”Fuckk!! We over slept.” Coco shaking his head. ”What do you want do. ” Abigail sitting up on the bed. ”Just wait here I'm gonna go distract her So you can get out.” Coco putting his boxers and a pair of sweatpants before walking towards the bedroom door opening and closing it making his way downstairs. Abigail laughs to herself, before throwing off the covers and grabbing her sweatpants and tank top, bra and underwear, putting all of her clothes, she gets up from the bed, putting all her stuff in her bag, before patiently waiting for him to come back and let her know she can leave. As time passes by, Abigail starts to think about the memory of how she met Coco.

*flashback starting *

Abigail was sitting in one of the booths with her textbooks laying out, studying her last final then she graduates, when her best friend Rosa Torres, tapped her shoulder.”Break is over, two new customers came in and I sat them in your section.” Rosa tells Abigail, patting her shoulder before walking away. Picking up her books and placing them in her backpack before joggings turns the back and placing the bag in her locker and walking back out to serve the two new customers that walked in. Walking towards the customer she can tell there is some tension between the man who is medium built, has a short jet black hair, and has a goatee with his neck adorn tattoos and the girl who‘s a tall Latina who also has a oval face, her eyes are bright. Walking up to them, grabbing her notepad and pen before reaching them. “Hi my name is Abigail can I get you guys started on drinks.” Abigail, showing a smile once she reaches their table. “Water for both please.” the man says, looking up to her. “Okay, I’ll be right back with your waters.” Abigail, smiling becomes turning around and heads to the fountain drink area. Filling up two cups with water and a little bit of ice, once finishing filling up the cups, Abigail carefully brings back the cups of water, placing them on the table one by each of him an her, before getting out her notepad and pen. ”are y'all ready to order??” Abigail asks, looking back and forth of the man and the girl. ”I would like a burger with French fries.” The lady says. Abigail nods before writing it down. ”Well done or some pink.” Abigail looks at the girl. ”Well done.” The girl says, looking up at her. ”And for you sir.” Abigail looks at the man. ”Same thing as her.” The man somewhat giving a glare. Abigail nods. Heading towards the cook with her orders.While the two new customers foods we're cooking, Abigail went to check on her other customers, giving take out boxes, and picking up her checks, before picking up dishes and bring them back to the kitchen. After cleaning the second to last customers area, Abigail heads back to the cook wine and seeing her customers food was all ready to she grabs the plates, bring the plates to their rightful owners, before stepping area ”Enjoy.” Abigail smiles, before walking away, letting them enjoy their food in peace.

Abigail was helping her friend Rosa cleaning up tables when she saw her last customers finishing up their foods, “Any take out boxes?” Abigail asks, before picking up their plates. Both of them shook their heads. “Here’s your check, whenever your ready.” Abigail places it gently on the table before walking away bringing their plates to the kitchen. Walking back to their table, she quickly picked up the check, heading to the register and giving back their change, before saying “Enjoy y’all’s night.”Abigails says stepping away from them, sitting in a both next to Rosa who was calculating some math, while watching the man and the girl, walk away, exiting the front entrance and walking back to a car, and driving off. Before focusing on her attention on Rosa.

*flashback ending*

That wasn’t the last time she saw him, every since that night he kept coming back and back until he finally got enough encouraged to held a conversation with her, she remembered the first time they hung out he told that the girl she saw him with was his daughter. Abigail didn’t want to date anyone who had a kid but when she met Coco that all changed. Abigail Train of thoughts were interrupted when his bedroom door was opened, and closed. “Hey baby, you can leave now, she’s in the shower. “ Coco grabbing her chin to make her look up at him before placing a kiss on her lips. “Coco, I gotta go.” Abigail giggles. “Just one more kiss.”Coco begs. “finee.” Abigail mumbles, before placing a kiss on his lips. After a few minutes of making out, They finally pulled away, Abigail gets up from the bed, and throwing the bag over her shoulder before walking towards his bedroom door. “Ill see you in 2 days.” Abigail giving him one more kiss on the lips, before heading downstairs with Coco following behind her. “Wait mamas.” Coco grabbing her arm, turning her around. “Coco.” Abigail laughs. “Miss you.” Coco blushes. “Miss you too.” Abigail, opening his front door, and walking through the entrance to outside, before Abigail could reach the steps she felt a SMACK on her ass, making her squeal. “You better.” Coco winks, before closing the door and locking it. Abigail walks to her car, that was between his house, and his neighbors unlocking it before opening the car door and throwing her bag on the passenger seat, before getting inside her car, and closing her door, turning on the car, putting her seatbelt on and making her away to her apartment.

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[thegirlwhowritesfics]

Bishop with a plus size girl

Request: Would you be up to write a headcanon about Bish dating a plus size girl? It would be amazing

A/N: Oh Bish, how I miss you. Also this is a little NSFW. 

Bish loves your confidence, he loves the way you dress your curves. 

Whenever you are around he can’t help but touch you, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip, touching your ass. 

As soon as you were alone he loves nothing more than to see you naked, admiring your body in all its glory, worshiping you like the Goddess you are. 

His lips and fingers touching every inch of skin, his favourite place is buried between your thick thighs, he loves the feeling of their strength on his head and shoulders. 

his second favourite position is you on top riding him, one hand digging into your thighs or your ass, the other gripping your hips as you grind on him. 

Sundays are lazy days in Bish’s house, clothes optional. He loves watching you walk around naked, not even in a sexual way he just loves the way you look. 

Any time you ever feel bad about the way you look, Bish always listens to your concerns and worries then reminds you what a beautiful, badass Goddess you really are. 

he never lets you wallow in self pity for long. 

Bish always make you feel amazing about yourself, he’s the ultimate hype man when you get new clothes, even though he prefers them on the floor. 

If anyone ever said anything about the way you looked Bish would have no issue sucker punching them, didn’t matter who they were you were his queen. 

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Angel Reyes Would Include!

Dating Angel & Being A Plus Size Single Mom.

Meeting him threw Bishop

Being close friends first

Angel always telling you how much he loves your body

Your daughter adoring him

Having a close friendship with Coco

Late night drives, just talking about random things

Angel taking you on random dates every other week

Going to the movies with him and your daughter

Your daughter loves to hang out with Letty, (even though Letty wont admit it she loves hanging out with your little girl)

Angel takes your daughter in like his own

Papa Reyes treating her like his grandchild 

Your daughter having play dates with EZ (he loves his tiara)

Angel will yell at anyone if they try to make comments about your body

Angel loves to cuddle with you every night

He can’t keep his hands to himself ;)

Everyone takes you and your daughter in as their own in the club

Angel just being the most loving boyfriend you could ask for

(This was requested by @annakay84)

[samcroslut]

Headcanon: Being Tranq’s Pluz-Sized Girlfriend.

A/N: Hay guys! So first post in a while but I really liked this request so I had to, Hope you all enjoy and are having great days!

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Firstly, Tranq would love that shit. I see him hyping them up and loving them. 

I don’t think that it would bother him at all, proud that he would have a strong ass woman on his arm that he was able to call his.

He LOVED it went you would come by the yard out of the blue, especially when you wore the jeans that fit you just right. 

The guys would roll their eyes and smirk when they saw you, Tranq instantly spotting you and not even beginning to hide his love for you.

You coming up to greet him and his hands instantly finding your hips, because he was a gentleman, but slowly they would move down to your ass.

“Hi (Y/n). Whatcha’ doing here?” The guys asking, knowing that Tranq’s attention was now fully on you.

“I wanted to see my man. Problem?” And them backing off with raised hands in surrender, chuckling.

Your hands resting on his chest as you stood talking for a bit before going inside.

He would subconsiously, and consciously, be showing you off constantly to the guys.

All the girls around the club would know about you two, and the fact that you both were smitten with each other, even after years of the relationship.

He would always compliment you, I mean, always..

Just after getting out the shower.

When you’re making coffee in the morning.

When you’re just chilling round the house.

 And the amount of forehead kisses this man would give you would be insane.

I also think that he’s the type of guy to come up behind you randomly and sway to non-existent music with you in his arms. 

And everynight, if he was able to come back to dinner on time (which he would do often but there was a lot of calls from the club, which you wouldn’t mind) he would always help you cook.

Lil dates cooking together.

You wearing his shirts in your daily outfits.

Just an overall loving and supportive relationship that would make anyone jealous.

[imagineredwood]

Are you accepting HCs? If so, can I get one of reader being Letty’s best friend who is of age, and in love with Coco but like she thinks she doesn’t have a chance because she’s a lil chubby and not like the girls that hand out with the club, but Coco reassures her that he likes her too? 🥺

A/N: I know some of y’all get annoyed about insecure plus size readers in fics but I'm following the request and also, insecure plus size people exist so don’t come for me. Just like you feel not everyone is insecure about their body, not everyone is confident in theirs either. 

You had a crush on Coco for a while

Being Letty’s friend, you had bumped into him often, though you had always known him as her brother 

You were older than her, and adult, and as such had been a mentor to her 

You looked out for her and tried to keep her out of trouble 

Yet you never looked down on her and loved her no matter what 

She was your best friend and that meant you were always attached at the hip

That was how you had gotten to know Coco more and more 

And now that crush had blossomed into complete love and adoration for the man 

Letty knew, as did a few of the guys

But you always played it down

You were bigger than the club girls 

Your body more plush and soft 

You felt that Coco was used to their flat stomachs and toned physiques

Not your body type 

And that fear of rejection was enough for you to keep your feelings hidden 

Not wanting to lose a friend in him while feeling less than at the same time 

It wasn’t until Letty let it slip one day that Coco even knew 

She was mortified, begging him not to say anything 

Unable to stand the thought of losing you because you were upset at her

Coco revealing to her that he liked you too was a shock 

But she quickly stepped into the role of match macher then

Telling him all about you and the things you liked 

Coco listened and logged them, committing them to memory so he could wow you when he finally made a move 

The next weekend he invited you to go out with him for lunch, of course thinking that Letty would be joining you as always 

But finding him sitting alone when you arrived created worry in the pit of your stomach 

And you figured that this would be it 

Someone had told him that you liked him and now he would try his best to let you down gently 

Give you the whole ‘you’re a beautiful girl’ speech that they all did right before they told you that you just weren't their type

And you had half the mind to simply turn around and walk back out but figured you would stay, granted he had enough respect to let you down formally and not over text 

He’s smiling at you as you sit down, his eyes bright 

It fades as you start talking though 

“Hey, listen don’t worry about it. I don’t want this to be weird between us. I know I'm no your type and it’s cool, I’m fine with just staying-” 

“I like you too.”  

There’s a long moment of silence as you stare at him, waiting for him to laugh and say that he was just playing, but it never comes 

All he does is nod, reaffirming what he said, his eyes genuine as they stay on yours 

And once the shock wears off, you’re able to enjoy the date, happy to know that your love isn’t going to go unrequited this time 

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[berberriescorner]

"Out of Control"

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: You and Angel lose your cool. That’s it. Don’t want to give too much away 😂.

Warnings: As to be expected with my potty mouth, this is laced with profanity 😆. Also has anger, a little sadness, and a pinch of implied smut 😝😈🥵.

A/N: It’s My Birfdayyy and I brought y’all some new content 🥰! I was going to use a couple of my tv boo’s for this particular subject, but this was longer than I thought it would be. I'm seriously considering still doing other tv characters. Like, as in one at a time. Might make it a short series. We shall see. Please excuse any grammatical errors. Hope you guys enjoy it ♥️.

Word Count: 1,300+

GIF credit: Can't remember where I got it from, but thanks lovely human!

You sat at the kitchen table taking small sips of the cup of coffee you just poured. Exhaling sharply you slid your phone closer to check the clock again. It had been the fourth time in the last twenty minutes. Growing irritated that it was five minutes until two in the morning, you locked the screen pushing it back out of reach.

“Two in the morning. Out of your fucking mind,” you mumbled to yourself.

It was as if whoever you were talking about felt their ears tingling. The lock to the front door turned and you heard it swiftly push open. Whoever it was closed the door as soft as they could. Turning to head down the hall, noticing the kitchen light confirmed that they were screwed.

“You might as well bring ya ass in this kitchen. I know you see this damn light. I know you know what time it is. Get your fast ass in here!”

You had planned to keep going but swallowed your words when you saw Angel's handsome and confused face step into the kitchen.

“Mamí, what the fuck are you talking about? You know I’ve been out doing club shit. I mean I know it’s late, but I wasn’t out being fast mi dulce,” he replied, putting up air quotes around the word fast.

Sucking your teeth you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. It lasted a short moment before your face turned serious. You remembered why you were mad in the first place once you saw that it was now 2:30.

“That wasn’t meant for you. I know you’ve been handling club business.”

“Okay. I’m confused. What’s going on?”

“Your little fast ass daughter missed curfew and she’s still not home.”

Angel's face quickly changed from confusion to anger.

“What the fuck do you mean she’s not home? Anna’s curfew is midnight. It’s damn near three in the morning.”

“No shit.”

“Have you tried calling her phone?”

“What do you think? Yes! Baby, I’ve called her at least six times in the last two hours. Let me be clear. The first two times I called she answered and acted like she had bad reception. The third time I told her not to say shit and just listen.”

“What did you say?”

“Verbatim. Ain’t shit wrong with your phone. Keep thinking shits a game. Get your ass home. Now! Do you know this little girl had the nerve to continue to act like she had bad reception after that and hang up?”

“Maybe she did have bad reception, querida.”

“Boy shut the fuck up. No, she did not. How did she have bad reception but I could hear music blasting? I heard her little head ass of a boyfriend laughing with her friends who were gassing her to hang up on me! She’s at a house party, Angel.

“Let me try calling her.”

“Fine, go on and let her piss you off then.”

Digging his phone from his back pocket. He dialed Anna’s number. In true daddy’s girl fashion she of course answered on the first ring. It pissed you off to the highest level, knowing that she was going to try and play Angel.

“Hi, Papi! I know I’m late-.”

“You better have a good ass reason for not being in this house right now Anna. Where in the hell are you? Fuck all that I don’t even care. Get your ass to the house now. If you’re not walking through that door in the next twenty minutes I’ma roll-up on you with your uncle Ezekiel and embarrass you. I’d hate to have to knock the shit out of your dumbass boyfriend for putting you up to this shit, Anna. You know I’ll do that shit too.”

He hung up on her before she had a chance to respond and threw his phone on the table after setting a twenty-minute timer. He got a beer out of the fridge and gulped it down. You were shocked because usually, he was more lenient than you. He liked to be the good cop to your bad cop. Looking at him a little dumbfounded he took notice.

“What?”

“As soon as she’s home, grounded, and sent to bed I got something for you, daddy.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that mi dulce?”

“All the Kitty you want. You deserve rounds for finally being the disciplinarian. You know, I’ve been bad too. May need you to discipline me as well. Maybe choke me out a little. Slut me out a bit. Your choice daddy.”

While getting all worked up over Angel’s actions neither of you heard the front door open and close.

“That’s so gross momma. Swear I’m going to need therapy when I get older.”

“You might not want to come in here with a smart ass mouth if you know what’s good for you. She’s ten seconds off your ass,” Angel explained.

“But daddy.”

“Save it. Who do you think you are playing on your momma’s phone like that? It’s like you don’t value breathing. You know she’s with the shits. So let’s go over everything I’ve learned through your actions tonight. You’re disrespectful as fuck, you think you can do whatever you want, and it was a mistake buying you a car. Getting your license and your car doesn’t make you grown, princesa.”

Anna sat at the kitchen table with her head down and arms crossed.

“Look at your father when he’s speaking to you. Seriously Anna, what has gotten into you lately? I’m starting to think it was a mistake to buy you that car.”

“I’m sorry momma. I just wish I had a later curfew. All my friends don’t have to be home until two on the weekends.”

“Okay, and? I’m not they momma. Fuck them kids, my only concern is you. Tell you what in three months if none of ya bestie’s turn up pregnant we can revisit this conversation and consider extending your curfew.”

“Momma! You know Kaitlyn and Gabby are already pregnant.”

“My point exactly. Girl bye. I’m done with this conversation. Just know I’m disappointed in you. What you did tonight was not only immature but selfish.”

“She’s right Anna. Go to bed.”

“Can I go ahead and get my punishment now?”

“This child still doesn't get it. You know what I’m done with this conversation. By the way, you might want to find a better boyfriend. He should’ve talked your ass into coming home on time, instead of encouraging this trash-ass attitude you’ve got going on. Better yet let him know that your momma said he’s a whole hoe. I'm going to bed. Angel go on and do whatever, I just don’t have the energy. Her lack of accountability is draining,” you replied, pecking him on the lips.

Anna was caught off guard with you calling her boyfriend a hoe. Angel snapped his fingers to bring her attention back to him. As you made your way towards the master bedroom you stopped to listen. Wanting to hear her punishment, you paused for a moment in the hallway.

“Give me your keys. You’re grounded until further notice. You’ve caused a lot of stress on your mother. You left her speechless. Now I might not even get any cause you wanna suck all the energy out of mamí. Go to bed with your cock blocking ass.”

With that, you heard them both get up from the kitchen table and hurried into the bedroom to pretend you weren’t eavesdropping.

Angel undressed and slipped under the covers pulling you into his side. He kissed your forehead a few times and wrapped his arms around you.

“I know you were in the hall listening, querida,” he smirked.

“Did you have to call her a cock blocker, Angel?”

“That depends. Are you still trying to give me some Kitty?”

“You know I can’t keep quiet and you know her ass will be listening. I’m not traumatizing our kid even if she is a jerk.”

“Then hell yeah calling her a cock blocker was necessary,” he replied, sucking his teeth. Come on baby I missed you tonight. Couldn’t wait to get home to this,” he groaned while cupping your behind.

Angel started kissing and sucking on your neck. It only took a few moments before you made up your mind.

You got out of bed and slipped out of your oversized t-shirt and panties. Nodding your head in the opposite direction of the bed gave the signal he was hoping for.

“Come on. She can’t hear us in the shower. Just be sure to lock the damn door this time.”

He leaped out of bed and threw you over his shoulder. Giving you a swat to the left cheek, he sped off to the bathroom.

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EZ’s Claim

18+

Pairing: Ezekiel Reyes x Black Reader

Summary: Pure smut

Warning: Smut, creampie, a touch of cockwarming, more smut, i think that’s it.

Word Count: 594

A/N: @nxxstybrat​ requested a while ago that I write something for EZ similar to this fic and this is what I came up with. I do have another EZ fic in the works, so I might make it a part 2 to this fic or a stand alone fic, I haven’t decided yet. Not sure when I’m actually gonna write it though lol I typed this last night on my phone lol there are probably a lot of mistakes but I’ll fix them at a later date. I hope you all enjoy!

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EZ had you belly down, spread eagle underneath him. His fingers were locked with yours as he nipped at your throat. His hips slowly pushed his dick deeper inside of you as you gasped at the pleasure. The backs of your thighs were on top of his as he begged you to spread them wider.

Your gentle tears fell onto the sheets as he fucked you slowly. You attempted to push back against him pushed back on him, silently begging him to go faster. He chuckled and continued his slow pace, wanting to pull yet another orgasm from you. 

You were teetering on the edge; you only needed something to send you over.

EZ slid his hand down your side. It would have tickled under any other circumstance, but your mind was focused on his destination. EZ gripped your hip before slipping his hand beneath you. His fingers instantly found your clit and his touches brought you to and over the edge.

You came, crying his name softly into the pillow. You didn’t realize you were crying harder until you felt EZ kissing your tears away.

EZ pulled himself out of you and you whimpered at the loss. He shushed you and he turned you over. He smiled at the blissed-out look on your face before he kissed you deeply. Your arms instantly went around his neck as you pulled him close. You could feel him hard and heavy on your thigh and your body shook with anticipation.

EZ pulled back and gripped his dick in his hand. Your legs spread automatically and he smiled. He tapped your lips with his dick once, twice, three times before he slid the tip in. Your breath quickened with excitement as you waited for him to continue. 

But he didn’t.

He pulled out and laid his dick on top of your lips. His eyes glazed over as he watched your slick coat him. You whined each time his head reached your clit. You wanted him, but you knew all of this would end if you rushed him.

His eyes locked with yours once more.

"You got one more in you?" He asked. You both knew that you did, but he wanted to hear you say it.

"One more, baby, please," you begged. Your voice barely above a whisper, but he heard you. He flashed you that million-dollar smile before he slowly slid back home.

He hooked your leg around his waist and pulled you flush against him.

"I don't know if one is going to be enough, I might want another, and another, and another one after that." His hips punctuated each word, and you held on for dear life.

Your cries filled the air and EZ moaned in your ear telling you how good you feel. You babbled something about wanting him to fill you up, something he'd never done before, him being the Pullout King, but this time, you wanted to feel it all.

His breathing became uneven, and you knew he was closer than he let on. You clenched around him, in an effort to make him cum.

"Cum in me, please," you begged. You felt his hips stutter just before he groaned in your ear and you felt his warm cum shoot into you spurt after spurt. You rubbed his back and kept him pulled close to you as your breathing returned to normal.

You felt him twitch inside of you seconds before he began to thrust again. "I'm gonna need another one, baby girl," he said, before claiming your lips once again.

[Part Two]

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[blackmissfrizzle]

The Dress

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Based off of this

Warnings: Self-esteem issues, Implied smut, angst, and fluff!!!

A/N: My first Angel fic and I’m in love. Also, I’ll probably use this same idea with different guys, so if you don’t like Angel, you may be getting someone different!

This time you were sure blood was drawn. What did you do to deserve such horrendous torture?

“Ouch, that hurt,” you complained, staring down at the perpetrator.

“If you’d be still, then it wouldn’t hurt,” Marisol sassed back.

“Oh god,” you muttered to yourself, which in return earned you a smack to your bottom. “Don’t use the good Lord’s name in vain!” Marisol scolded you.

Marisol better be lucky that you love her or otherwise you wouldn’t be doing her this favor. She was the best seamstress in Santo Padre and made you many dresses for the events your father dragged you to. So, when she asked you for a favor you weren’t hesitant.

Her granddaughter was getting married, but she lived in LA and wasn’t accessible for dress fittings. Luckily, you and her granddaughter had the same measurements, so Marisol asked if you could stand in for her and you agreed.

“Aw, mija you trying to become skin and bones?” She asked, feeling around your hips.

You palmed your face. Only Marisol would think losing a couple of pounds on your thick frame as a bad thing. “Don’t worry, Marisol. I won’t lose too much, so you can finish the dress.”

“I’m not worried about that! It’s Angelito that may have something to say.”

Rolling your eyes, you dared to ask the woman why she would even mention your best friend. “What does Angel have to do with this?”

“Because men want a woman with curves they can hold onto.”

“We’re just- ”

“Best friends,” Marisol finished for you. “Yeah, yeah yeah, you always say that. But the way he follows you around like a lost puppy dog, suggests otherwise.”

Just as you were opening your mouth for a witty retort, the roar of motorcycles announcing the arrival of the Mayans.

As usual Bishop was the first one through the door, flanked by Hank and Taza. The men first greeted Marisol, but soon noticed you. “Who’s the lucky guy and why haven’t we met him?” Bishop asked, opening up his arms for a hug.

Quickly Marisol swept Bishop’s arms away from your direction. “Don’t you dare get your dirty, greasy biker hands near my dress! And she’s not getting married, just a real life mannequin for my granddaughter.”

“Thank God! Don’t want Angel to have a heart attack,” Hank teased. You narrowed your eyes at him, as everyone in the room began to laugh.

The loud creaking of the front door notified you of more people coming in the house. “Woah, who knew you looked good in a dress?” Coco commented soon as he saw you.

“Screw you, Coco! I wear dresses all the time!”

“Yeah, to those fancy ass parties, never around us.”

Coco had a point. Around the Mayans you only wore jeans and t-shirts. You could relax with them unlike with your dad. He always had you prancing around and mingling at overrated parties, so he could gain more clients for his private security firm.

“Y/N, you look beautiful,” EZ said, pulling you from your thoughts. Next to him was his older brother, eyes wide open and mouth bobbing up and down, leaving you wondering if you looked horrible in the dress.

You thought you did the one armed dress service. The cinched waist hid your tummy and the ruffles gave you a princess flair. Also, white always looks good on brown skin, but maybe Angel thought otherwise. “Hey, second-best looking Reyes brother, what do you think?”

Instead of answering you, Angel bolted out the door. “He’s uh, still drunk.” EZ tried to excuse his brother, but the lie was unbelievable. You knew what a drunk Angel looked like and that Angel looked anything but drunk.

Marisol refused to let you follow him, stating some outdated nonsense like a woman never chases after a man. So you dutifully stood there, wondering did you look that bad, while the rest of the Mayans ate the food Marisol fixed for them and threatened to kick Angel’s ass for you.

Hours later you found yourself outside of the Mayans clubhouse. Angel wouldn’t respond to any of your texts and you were tired of being ignored.

You didn’t know the specifics, but you knew they closed some deal with another MC, Sons of something , you couldn’t recall. But they were celebrating the deal with an infamous Mayans party.

The lot was littered with motorcycles, bikers, barely dressed women and beer bottles. And inside the clubhouse it was no different.

EZ was at the bar pouring drinks instead of partying. He nodded to you and then pointed in the direction of where Angel was sitting.

Great, the man-whore had two biker bimbos in his lap. Each woman sneered at you when approached him. “Reyes we need to talk.”

“Not right now, Y/N.” Angel replied, not even glancing your way.

“Yeah, go away you big fat black cow,” one of the girls muttered.

Suddenly, the girl was on the ground with Angel standing over her, yelling at her to leave and never to come back. At least Angel never let anyone disrespect you, even if he did.

Deciding to wait him out, you went to the bar, where EZ had a drink waiting for you. “That guy’s a real asshole,” an unfamiliar voice interrupted your pity party.

“Huh,” you turned to the stranger. His kutte wasn’t like the Mayans, so he had to be from the other MC. On the corner it read ‘Prez’ then ‘SAMCRO.’ But his kutte didn’t hold your attention for too long, because his face was so damn beautiful. If you weren’t already half in love with Angel, you would’ve thought he was the best looking guy there.

“That guy’s an asshole for dismissing the most beautiful woman here. But I guess I would be intimidated by you as well.”

“Intimidated? No way, Angel’s not interested in me.”

The stranger pointed the end of his beer towards Angel, who was burning holes on the middle of his head. “Then why is he staring daggers at me?”

“He’s just overprotective.” You told yourself more than him. You couldn’t let yourself hope or you would be heartbroken if you learned Angel didn’t reciprocate your feelings.

The blonde man licked his lips and stared at you. “Wanna test that?”

It seemed the man had good intentions, but you never know with bikers. “How,” you asked suspiciously.

“Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Jax Teller, president of Sons of Anarchy.” He introduced himself, reaching for your hand for a handshake.

“Y/N Y/L/N, disgruntled best friend.” When you put your hand in his, he pulled you to him, mere inches from his face. Once again he asked if you trusted him and this time you shook your head yes.

In an instant Jax’s lips were claiming yours. He licked the seam of your lips, asking for access inside of your mouth and you granted it. His kiss was fiery and passionate, and you wished you could enjoy it more instead of wishing it was a certain Mayan.

Feeling a pair of hands on your shoulders, you thought it was Jax until you were pulled away. Looking up at the culprit, you saw stormy brown eyes that belong to Angel Reyes. Without saying a word he dragged you out and into EZ’s RV.

“What the fuck was that?” Angel screamed at you. You had to admit he was hot when he was angry, but you didn’t like when he was angry at you.

“It’s called kissing. And here I thought you got passed first base. Guess I was wrong.” Shrugging your shoulders you moved passed Angel to leave, but he quickly blocked your path.

“Why the fuck did you have your lips on another MC’s president? Specifically the one we’re doing business with. What, you want to be some white boy’s cum dump?”

Angel knee he fucked up when he saw the surprised reaction on your face, so he braced himself for what was coming next. Without disappointment, you decked Angel in the face. “Fuck you! How about you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me all day?”

Silently, Angel stood there contemplating if he should tell you the truth. Only thing was, he was taking too long. “Ok, nothing? I guess I’ll be keeping Jax’s bed warm tonight.”

“The dress,” he muttered weakly.

“What about the dress? Did I look that awful in it that you had to avoid me the rest of the day? Because if that’s the case, you’re a real shitty friend Angel Reyes. All you had to say is I looked bad in it.” You continued rambling on how he could’ve told you in different ways that he didn’t like the dress, until he interrupted you.

“Fuck no, querida! I was thinking the opposite!” Calming down, Angel led you to the table and knelt before you while you sat. “I was thinking about how I would love to see you in that dress walking down an aisle towards me. I was thinking about the kids we could have and the fun we would have making them. I was thinking about how I’m in love with my best friend, but I’ll never be enough for her because she deserves better.” At the end of his declaration, Angel laid his head in your lap and cried.

For a moment, his declaration left you stunned, but once you realized you hadn’t said anything, you confessed your own feelings. “I love you, Angel Reyes. And not as a best friend, but as the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.” Angel lifted his head up to make sure he was hearing you right. Cupping his face, you leaned your forehead against his. “I love you, Angel and if I ever hear you say you’re not good enough for me, I will personally put a cap in your ass. You hear me?”

“You know I get hard every time you threaten to physically hurt me?” He joked, obviously back to his old self.

Weakly you pushed him away, but he wouldn’t budge. “You’re disgusting, Angel!”

“But you love me anyway, like I do you.”

With your arms around his neck, playing with his hair, you replied, “Unfortunately, you’re right.”

Angel snuggled his face in the crook of your neck and began leaving a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your ear. “Dame un beso, querida.” He gruffly commanded into your ear.

Happily obliging, you gave Angel the kiss he asked for. His was much more enjoyable than Jax’s and you knew he ruined you for other men. Angel’s kiss was reminding you that you were always his and always will be. The kiss was stirring up desires, that you would have to apology to EZ for sating them in his RV. Sadly, a knock interrupted any future plans.

“Y/N, you ain’t kill him? It’s too quiet in there.” Coco’s muffled voice carried through. You both stood up and you were about to turn the door knob until Angel stopped you.

He took his kutte off and put it on you. “Just so everyone knows who you belong to. Especially Teller.”

You laughed at Angel’s possessiveness and kissed him quickly. “He was just helping me out.” Angel rolled his eyes, remembering the predatory look in Jax’s eyes when he saw you. “Really, babe. He wanted to see if he could get a rise out of you.”

“Yeah, well this tells him and everyone you’re off limits. Now open the door, before we let Coco loudly know I’m not dead.” He smacked your ass as you opened the door.

When the door completely opened, it revealed all of the Mayans and a couple of the Sons. All of them had smirks on their faces and you assumed it was at how crazy you looked. Your hair was flying everywhere and Angel had your brown lipstick on his lips.

Coco started a slow clap that eventually had all the Mayans joining in. Both you and Angel flipped them off, but they all just laughed it off.

“Angel’s finally got his head out from stuck up his ass. Just took another man taking interest in Y/N.” Bishop commented. Basically everyone had said the same thing and congratulated you two. The only disappointed ones were the girls who hung around the bar. Even Jax congratulated you two, but told you to him up if Angel messed up.

Throughout the night, you and Angel would randomly tell each other ‘I love you.’ And even though, you were hearing and saying it excessively, you knew you would never grow tired of it, because Angel was the one for you and vice versa.

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The Medusas - Part 3

Pairing : Mayans MC x Plus Size Reader ; Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes x Plus Size Reader (platonic) 

Warnings : Language, Angst, Mention of Depression

Word Count : 2.9k

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor the universe where they were created and interact in. This series/fiction is only for entertainment purposes.

A week passed, then a second. You were still in shock and denial regarding the fight you had with EZ. His words kept repeating themselves like an earworm. You couldn’t believe he felt that way towards you since the beginning, just someone to pass time. “She didn’t impose herself compared to others.” You couldn’t stop that destructive voice in your head, questioning if he was the only one feeling that way. What about your father? Did you also imposed yourself in some type of way, not giving him the choice in guarding you? Is it why your birth parents left you, abandoned you? These thoughts left you in a dark place and you slowly started pushing people away. You gradually cut contact with your friends, not in the mood to talk or hang around with them anymore. Your new state preoccupied your father but also the other club members who were used to see you constantly smiling.

It didn’t help going to the same high school with EZ’s girlfriend. Life was playing tricks on you, testing your patience by putting her constantly on your path. She would either totally dismiss your presence or at the contrary, provoke you by speaking loud enough about EZ to her friends, knowing you would hear her. You couldn’t count how many times you left the room or cafeteria, sick of hearing her. What switched your denial to anger occurred a few months later, at the end of school year. You were exiting the classroom, making your way outside, when you saw EZ twirling Emily in a hug and kiss her passionately in the middle of the school entry. When he dropped her to the ground, his eyes met yours and his joyful smile vanished. You felt stuck to the ground, not being able to move from the scene. His eyes then dropped to the ground before taking Emily’s hand in his and turning around, making his way to the truck. In that moment, your heart finished breaking itself to pieces.

You felt sick to your stomach. Running from the place, you arrived at the Romero Brothers junkyard devastated. Your eyes landed on a semi-broken car and a metal bar beside it. Grabbing the bar, you began smashing the car’s windows, the hood, every part you could hit on, letting all your frustrations out. Your outburst reached the Mayans’s ears who immediately left the Temple and ran to the commotion. The bikers witnessed a side of you they didn’t know you had: the fury, the anger, rage. Bishop wanted to take a step towards you when he was stopped by Marcus, shaking his head. “She needs it”, was the only thing the President said. Your breathing and voice started to shake. Your motions stopped, the metal bar falling from your grip, the rage being replaced by waves of tears, shaking your whole body. That was the moment Bishop chose to slowly walk to you and engulf you into his arms, his action making you whimper even louder. “Shh it’s gonna be ok”, he whispered in your ear while soothing you the best he could. He walked you back inside, the others following close, each one patting your shoulder in support of whatever you were mentally facing. Alvarez told his cousin to take the weekend.

After your outburst, Bishop was walking on eggs around you. He didn’t know how to approach you and help. He decided to ask his former lover for advice and visited Martha at the shop. She greeted him with a smile but quickly noticed the tension on his body. She knew him like the palm of her hand. “What’s going on?”, she asked worried. He chuckled slightly, “You were always able to read me like an open book.” “We used to date for a while back in the day”, she jokingly reminded him. “Can we talk somewhere more private?”, he asked her to which she nodded and told him to follow her back to her office. He scratched his neck before telling her the way you were behaving lately. “I need advice. I don’t know what to do, what to say anymore. I don’t want her shutting down on me if I push too much.” Martha listened closely before replying, “Just tell her you’re there whenever she needs to talk. Give her the choice to reach out to you. She might do or not but if not, don’t take it personally, she will eventually tell you when she feels like it’s the right time.” He nodded at her declaration and said, “I can do that.” “You know, first heartbreaks are tough for everyone but it will pass with time”, she slowly said and looked at her lap. Her words hit the man like a train. ‘Heartbreak’. Things were clearer now. He suspected your mood being because of the fight with EZ but he never thought that you felt more than platonic feelings towards the guy. He reached out to her and thanked her before asking how she’d been. The continued catching on while on your side, you were at the club putting your notebook inside your bag when Alvarez entered the room.

His eyes landed on you, analyzing your tense posture, the joy evaporated from your irises, the corner of your lips down. He grabbed a drink and seated beside you. “What’s going on with you mija?”, he asked, voice laced with concern. “I’m just tired it’s all”, you replied. “The famous code used by woman to end a conversation”, he chuckled before turning to his serious self. “Don’t lie to me.” He noticed your jaw clenching. Looking at him, you whispered with a small voice, “I’m a burden to everyone. Obispo should have left me with the other kids.” Alvarez’s features darkened. Trying to control himself, he took your hands in his. “Look at me cariño. I hope I will never hear you say such absurdities ever again. You are not a burden and never will be. Bishop took you in because he knew, the second he looked at you, how special you are and he isn’t the only one who instantly knew. He chose you to be his daughter. You’re family! Don’t ever forget that. You’re Y/N Losa.” He pronounced every word with conviction and you saw no lie in his eyes. Nodding to him, you apologized and stood up. “I should go”, you commented before giving him a side hug. Reaching the door, your turned around and called after him. “Thank you”, you said and saw him nod in acknowledgement.

Ringing, the alarm announced the end of class and the beginning of summer break. You were finally free of her vision, her comments and her attitude. After a conversation with Bishop where he followed Martha’s advice, he noticed that your mood improved. He also noticed you spending all of your time with Coco and Angel. It didn’t enchant him but as long as you were feeling better it was all that mattered. On the other side, he knew that you would be save with Coco and that if we crossed the line, he had a gun and knife attached on him, ready to deal with the sniper. Hanging with Coco and crew also made you more interested in bikes and mechanics. They thought you how to change and fix them, shoving the different brands, designs and how to ride one. That’s how you would spend most of your days.

“Can I ask you something?”, you turned to Coco. His gaze landed on you while exhaling the smoke from his cigarette, “Yeah what?” “Since you were a sniper, could you teach me how to shoot?” He narrowed his eye, one of his eyebrows lifting in confusion before stating a bland “No.” “Why not?” “Because I’m too young to die by the hands of your old man.” You chuckled slightly before getting serious again. “Come on man.” He shook his head, finishing his cigarette and serving himself a beer. “I already told you no.“ You sighed in defeat and stood up, leaving but not after mumbling a “Asshole” under your breath. “Hey, I heard you”, he shouted after you. “Good”, you replied and showed him the finger. “Bitch” he whispered under his breath.

You saw him a few days later at the club and decided to play stubborn, giving him the cold shoulder. His gaze kept drifting to you, trying to figure out why you would ask him such a thing. Your little bratty game was getting on his nerve and he sat down on the couch beside you. “Why?”, was the only word leaving his lips. You took a gulp of your soft drink before turning towards Coco. “Just a precaution. Look around you, everyone is at risk at any second. Don’t you think, everyone should be able to defend themselves or others when necessary. Besides it’s a dangerous world for women out there”, you simply stated the obvious. He couldn’t deny you had good arguments. “What about him?”, he pointed with his beer to the VP. “I don’t want him to know. It’s just our little secret.” The man beside you closed his eyes for a second before agreeing on teaching you. A huge smile crossed your features and you bumped against his shoulder. “Yeah yeah, you just signed my death arrest”, he mumbled before taking a gulp. You laughed at him but assured him it will be fine and no one would know about it. How wrong you were.

Your lessons with Coco were intense, requiring all your concentration. He told you the names and properties of different gun models; taught you how to correctly use each one of them to the point that after several months you were able to use each one perfectly, the student surpassing the teacher. Every time you would tease him, he would feign annoyance and curse your sassiness out but deep down he was proud of you. “Now that I can handle this, do you know how to box?”, you asked him one day. He opened his mouth, transpiring frustration. “Perra you really out here testing my nerves, aren’t you?” “You’re funny, how do I defend myself if I’m in danger and don’t have a gun in my possession?”, you asked him a hand on your hip. He sighed heavily and shook his head. “I’ll ask Creeper to give us a hand with that”, he finally confessed and saw you smirk in victory. “This was only supposed to be between us”, he pointed at you annoyed. “Gracias Coco”, you bat your eyelashes to which he side-eyed you, making you laugh. That’s how another club member joined your little secret. While you were training with Creeper, your father arrived earlier from his run and saw you in the ring. Stepping out from his Harley, he walked closer. “What the fuck is going on here?”, he asked. You simply shrugged and told him you were helping Creeper train. Your dad narrowed his eyes at you but you didn’t phase. He then turned to the other man and warned him, “If you hurt her, you’ll have to deal with me.” “Yes boss.” Your eyes met Coco who only shook his head.

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In the meantime, on the other side of the spectrum, the Reyes tried to convince EZ to go to college. “We already had that conversation”, he replied to his dad. “I understand that you had an agreement with Emily but you can’t put your future on hold like that”, continued Felipe. “God you sound just like Y/N”, sighed EZ. “And she is right”, interfered Marisol and took his son’s hand. “Mira, if Emily really care and loves you, she will understand. You have to think about you and if it implies you break a promise for the greater good then that’s what you have to do. You can check the environment, search for a future apartment for both of you but do all of that while you attend classes.”

“I already missed the first semester anyway. There no point in going now. I’ll have to wait for the next school year”, replied EZ. Felipe stood up not having the force to continue the conversation followed closely by Marisol. “Alright. In the meantime, I think you should fix whatever happened between you and Y/N. I know you are hurt. I can see it but she was always there for you”, exclaimed EZ’s mom before leaving her son reflect on her comment. He isolated himself in his room, thinking about his mother’s words and realized his parents were right. He made his way to Emily’s and informed her of his decision to leave and start visiting for a place to live. 

That’s when their first fight occurred and it only got worst when he told her his plan on apologizing and talking to you. “Why would you do that? She tried to break us up. Why are you doing this to me?”, she shouted out. “Em, I only want to make things right. I wasn’t exactly the nicest to her and she probably said those things because she felt threatened. You never got the chance to really get to know each other and I don’t know what do you want me to tell you.” “That’s bullshit. She was the one who didn’t give me a chance. I’ve tried to be nice to her but she kept provoking me with her friends”, the brunette lied. “I know Y/N and she would never do that”, replied EZ, projecting more fuel to the braze. Emily scoffed, “This is gonna be very simple EZ: either you believe me and stay with me or you go to her, apologize and we’re over”, she stated. “Em, come on”, he tried to resonate her. She walked to the door, opened it and made sure he got the hint. It’s with a heavy heart that he stepped closer to the door and closed it, choosing Emily. 

He left a few months later to Stanford, establishing himself there before starting off his first year.

2009 - 2010

The club was discussing at the table when they heard a knock. Annoyed by the interruption, Alvarez nodded at Creeper to open the door. He stepped aside, revealing you behind it. Alvarez motioned you to come inside and noticed your nervousness. “I’m sorry, I know no one can interrupt you when you’re in the Temple but I have something important to request.” The President looked at his cousin who nodded and granted you to talk. You took a deep breath before exclaiming with your head high, “I want to be part of the club. One of you, a Mayan.”

After what felt like an eternity, the silent room filled itself with laughter. “Honey, you can’t be a Mayan member. It doesn’t work like that”, responded your dad. “I know, I’ll be Prospect for a year and then if you judge me worthy, I’ll become a full patched member. I know the rules.” Alvarez’s smile disappeared and he declared, “What we mean is that we don’t take in women and even if we did, it’s a no.” “But, I…” “Marcus told you NO”, Bishop interrupted you firmly. Your eyes wandered around the room and there it was again. That familiar feeling of rejection and embarrassment that went along with it. Your fists clenched and your gaze landed on the floor, refusing for them to see your angry tears. You burst out of the room, fuming and headed home.

Once in your room, you looked around and felt disgusted. “I can’t stay here anymore”, you told yourself out loud. You grabbed the essentials and packed your backpack, your decision to leave final. You wrote a letter to your father explaining him you couldn’t stay and needed to figure yourself out. When he came home, you pretended to be asleep on your bed and felt his lips leave a kiss on your forehead. Your fists clenched under the blanket, fighting your tears and selfishness of leaving the one that saved you 13 years ago. As soon as you made sure that he was asleep, you got out of the house and vanished.

The next morning, Bishop stood up and softly entered your room, checking if you were still asleep. At his surprise, your bed was made. He made his way to the kitchen calling out your name but you were nowhere in sight. He grabbed his phone and dialed, your ringtone blasting in the living room. When he entered the room, his heart stopped beating. Displayed on the table was your phone, ID and an envelope. A sense of fear overcame him and the letter only confirmed his suspicion.

Dear Father,

I’m sorry it has to be on these circumstances but I don’t have the strength to face a fourth rejection like the one that happened earlier today. I’m lost and I need to find myself, who I really am and what I really want. I can’t do it while staying in Santo Padre. You don’t deserve this act of selfishness. You saved me once and I could never thank you enough for the life you gave me. I’m truly and deeply sorry. I hope you will find the strength to forgive me some day.

Te amo mucho, Y/N Losa

He immediately called Alvarez and the Mayans proceeded in checking on the most logical places: train & bus stations, hospitals, your friends, at Martha’s, at the Carniceria, your favorite spots but in vain. It was like you disappeared from the face of the globe. Bishop was devastated and couldn’t stop reading the letter, smashing everything he could find before bursting in tears. The rest of the club was also devastated, feeling like they’ve lost a daughter themselves while Coco, on his side, was furious, feeling like you tricked him.

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