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[volvaofowls]

Mayans crushing on/ being infatuated with a younger reader

This is my first time writing for Mayans. I know there are many fans of the show but I feel like there is not enough people writing for it and showing it love.  

Note:  I roughly guessed what the guys ages would be at the beginning of the series based on their apperance and actors' ages. I would love to know how old you think they are!

Bishop – 49  

Taza – 62  

Tranq – 44  

Riz – 37  

Creeper – 41  

Gilly – 36  

Coco – 34  

Angel – 30  

Ez – 26 

Bishop – He didn’t have any qualms about his attraction to you in the beginning. Walking up to you when you were at the clubhouse and flirting with you, saying it was good to see you around. He didn't think too much about it, he likes the way he feels when you are responding to him in a positive way. Bishop lies to himself, he doesn’t purposefully seek you out in the crowd, but Taza points it out for him - "Don't worry Prez, your girl is outside, having a smoke with Gilly". - And that phrase hits him; the fact that someone has noticed his interest in you, and more so called you "his girl" - that spreads warmth in his chest. He wants you to be his girl, but he is not sure how you feel about it. Sure you reciprocate his attention, smile at him and spend more time with him than other members of MC, but it doesn't mean you want anything more with him than friendship. The age gap is large, Bishop could be your father; and the potential comments that would follow make him shrudder, yet the thought of you in his arms makes him think that he could deal with being the butt of the jokes for some time.

Taza – Taza thought that love is not for him anymore. But the familiar butterflies are starting to dance in his belly again when you laugh at his joke. He loves the feeling of it, but the moment he realises it he gets scared. He is not ready for it, he didn’t think it is possible, he is too old and commited too many sins to be rewarded with these emotions. Taza wonders what he can possibly offer you? His life is filled with violence and loneliness.But then he takes out his phone and sees your name across the screen Che thinks that maybe he can give it a try.  

Tranq – Tranq is a rough man, for the majority of his life he had only his mother and the club. He is "El Pacificador", a giant of a man, always in the epicentre of fights. Even though he is not the loudest and meanest in the club he thinks he might be too imposing for you, scare you away. Let alone the fact that he is in his 40's. Still, when he is next to you Hank’s increased heart beat drowns out the doubts. Against his wishes the softer side of him comes out. The way you lean on Tranq's shoulder when you are tipsy, or when you ask specifically for his help with your car makes him feel special, and he never wants to let go of this feeling. Quite the opposite, he feels insatiable, he is hungry for your affection and Hank wants more of it. He is not a greedy man, he shares everything in life with his club, but you are someone Hank wants to keep all to himself.

Riz – Michael has been disillusioned with life long ago, many people in his life shunned him; only in the brotherhood of Mayans did he find the solace. Riz craves love, family and companionship is something he always secretly wanted. Maybe that's why he was always a ladies man - trying to fill a void in his life with someone, something. When he met you for the first time, it was hard to avert his eyes from you. You were like the smell of rain in summer before the thunder strikes, Riz felt that when you stepped into the clubhouse you brought change with you, and it was just for him, and he welcomes this feeling with an open heart.

Riz knows he likes what he is seeing and he wants you to like him as well. He just needs his chance to prove that he can make it work, and he does what he does best, trying to smooth talk you. Offering you a drink and showering in compliments. He wants you to have a good time with him, he sure does with you. Once you jokingly called him an "old man", Riz quickly shot back that he prefers "daddy" instead, laughing at your shy expression. Age is not a problem for him, not when it comes to you and what the two of you could have, and he is willing to show it to you.

Creeper – Creeper didn’t really think that romantic love was for him. Since childhood there was nothing but darkness staining his life, like he is punished for doing something in his past life and can never repent. So Neron never expects gifts from live; he takes, but only gives. He gives his loyalty and time to his club and he gives his love to you, Creeper doesn't feel like he is allowed to receive any back from you.

Neron feels disgusted with himself and his want for you. You are almost too clean for him, Creeper doesn't have the right to mess you up. He tries to avoid you, but it’s as if you are always seeking him out, sipping on water with him at the parties, forgoing the alcohol. All the time you are asking him about his tattoos, and one time while planning your own you reach out and touch his forearm where a faces of women are depicted. Neron feels burned, but its amazing, he wants to keep your hands there, on him, interested in him. He is scared of rejection, he wants your love, he is ready to trade anything in his poor life in order to be yours.

Gilly – Gilly is know for “disarming” ladies, but it was a shock to him when you swooped into his heart and disarmed him. This young woman, too young for him comes and can out-do him in telling dirty jokes? Who are you? And you are playfully offering to arm-wrestle him, losing instantly. But he loves it, he feels like a teenager again, trying to show off infront of you. You have him wrapped around your finger and you don't even realise it. Other guys are teasing him in good fun, but when one day Coco jokes “you better act up brother or all the younger ones will steal her from under your old nose” Gilly laughs with him but it makes him think “oh shit…. I don’t wanna lose her to anyone”.

Coco – He was a little apprehensive at first about his feelings for you. You have less of an age difference with Letty than with him. He thinks that what he is feeling for you is wrong, even if you are a grown person. Coco always tried to stay away from the things that he cares for, it’s easier that way, he doesn't hurt anyone but only himself that way. You are precious to him, you care for him and Letty seems to like you. He already made all the guys in the club aware that he is interested in you and not to treat you badly. When members from other charters come and you are there, he makes sure to be near you or to keep an eye on you. You should be treated with the outmost respect and gentleness. Gentleness is a funny word for Coco; mainly because nothing in his life is, but he wants to learn it for you.

Angel – Angel stopped caring what other people think long time ago. He feels like he always has to prove himself to others and its never enough. So when you praise him, Angel can't even stop himself, he is floored. You think he is amazing, and you support him when he has a bad day. You are younger, but he feels like he has to look up to you. You are showing him the way of how to live life without being afraid of rejection. Angel thought he is brave, but he relearns the defenition of it when he is with you. He doesn't see the age gap between you as a boundary, because there is so much you bring to his life. And Angel wants for the first time in his life too repay that affection, he wants to make it his mission to worship you and elevate you. You are his guardian angel.

Ez – He hasn't been lucky in love, EZ knows he falls in love fast and hard, but with you he feels like he is falling even harder. Even though your age gap is not too big, he feels like you have whole life ahead of you, he doesn't want you to be tied to him. There is so much you could be doing, travelling, things that EZ cannot join you on. But he is aching for you to choose him over everything else, although he will never admit it, as it will be too selfish. It feels like his life is fixable when you are together and he doesn’t have to just survive anymore, with you he can live.

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Good Morning: Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @anime-weeb-4-life@danzer8705@mysoulisasunflower@msjava1972@adaydreamaway08

It’s late in the morning when you wake up, you reach out across the sheets your hand coming to rest on the empty space beside you. It’s cold to the touch, Riz had been up at least a couple of hours. He’s left you to sleep in late after your gig last night. There’s been a lot more of them since that video went viral. You stick to small, intimate venues, the kind of places you can connect with the audience.

It’s the scent of fresh coffee that leads you to the kitchen, the French press is already filled and ready to decant. The back door is open, a warm breeze flowing through the room as you pad through it wearing nothing but one of Riz’s t-shirts. You decant the coffee into two mugs before stepping outside onto your back porch.

It's the view that always strikes you, cloudless blue sky, the mountains silhouetted in the faraway distance across the desert landscape. Riz had selected the perfect place to build a home for the two of you. The warm, natural pond close by, the stunning scenery. He’s created a place surrounded by your fondest memories, a utopia of peace and beauty.

He’s chopping wood when you step outside, his hair tied back into a tiny bun. He’s gained a few grey hairs since you’ve met, he jokes that it’s due to keeping up with you. He’s wearing weathered Levi’s with a blue flannel shirt that’s thrown over a navy V-neck. You watch appreciatively as he swings the axe, splintering the wood.

You don’t know what it is about seeing him like this, but it does something to you…

He knows it too; you can see it in the way he smiles when he looks up at you. Christ, that smile lights up your entire world. He sets the axe against the tree stump before pulling off his gloves and tossing them on top of it. He takes the mug of coffee from your hand before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips, it’s heated and tender, sending a rush of exhilaration all the way down to your core.

“Good morning.” He murmurs, his body pressing along the length of yours as he cages you in against the door frame.

“Hm, it is.” You smile, giving him that look.

“Oh Songbird,” he murmurs, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek. “Did I not give my girl enough last night?”

It had been too hurried, a quick encounter in the bathroom of the bar you played a gig in. You’d been wearing that black silk dress, high off the adrenaline of performing, your eyes had been bright, skin flushed. He’d fucked you on the vanity, his jeans shoved down past his hips, the silk brushing across his thighs as he kissed you into oblivion.

“I could always do with a little more.” You whisper as his fingertips tease along the buttons of the shirt, undoing them one by one.

“You’re insatiable.” He teases before tilting his head towards the interior of the house. “Let me take you back to bed, give you the wake up call you should have had.”

Riz takes his time with you. It’s soft and playful, little nips across your skin, teasing kisses, gentle caresses. His fingertips chase over your bare flesh, mapping out all those deviant little places that make you say his name. He smiles as he enters you, filling you slowly before he withdraws and starts all over again. He doesn’t believe in edging, it’s not your dynamic, he gives his girl what she needs, when she needs it. He would never deny you anything.

Your relationship has always been about intimacy, about being connected. When Riz looks into your eyes he sees his entire world, his entire reason for being. When you come, you take him with you. He groans your name into the hollow of your throat as he spills his release inside you.

“God, I can’t get enough of you.” He murmurs, his palms ghosting along the curve of your spine as he looks up at you.

“You say that everytime.” You laugh, your head tipping back as he leaves a trail of heated kisses along the line of your jaw.  

“I mean it.” He says, guiding your mouth back to his. “I always mean it.”

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[rimunagenius]

Home.

Pairing: Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza x GN!reader

Words: 644

Warnings: None.

A/n: I love Riz. He deserved the utmost genuine and undying love, and he definitely deserved better. That’s it. I just love my pretty boy.

Masterlist!!

NOT MY GIF!!

You knew the usual life of the club. The demanding runs, and the taxing ordeals that played out whether the guys intended them to or not. And you knew him. You knew your favorite boy’s empath traits and how some of these things took a toll on him. How most of the time, he took the brunt of the fight. Including the physical parts.

So you knew on nights like these when he stumbled into the house to find the living room light on, you on the couch with a blanket covering your legs, your favorite show running on the TV, that he would come home and be safe and relaxed with you. Be free of the outside world.

“Hi, baby.” You whispered as he sat himself abundantly close to you so that your shoulder and hips were touching as he toed off his boots. You leaned over kissed his cheek, looping your arm through his as he sat back, resting his head on the backrest of the couch.

He turned to face you, his hand coming up to caress your cheek bone with his thumb, kissing you so passionately yet so calm and sensualy. “Hola, amor mio.” He kissed you again, his tongue sneaking into your mouth, you accepting it happily.

He sighed after he pulled away, taking off his kutte, all to rest his head on the backrest of the couch again. “Rough day, mi amor?” You situated yourself to face his body, your arm around the back of his neck, his face now pointed in your direction as you ran your hand over his head, tangling your fingers softly into his hair.

Snuggling his face into the crook of your neck, he hummed softly, lifting his legs onto the couch, now fully intending to get you laying down so he could lay just how he liked—right between your legs with his head on your chest.

Knowing just what he wanted, you obliged and layed down so he could be comfortable. Now throwing the blanket that once covered you, over the both of you. “Fucking terrible day.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, securing you into him all while he was on top of you.

“It’s okay, relax, baby. I gotchu now.” You continued to tangle your fingers in his hair, massaging and playing with it while you both silently watched friends, giggling every now and then.

As you placed another kiss onto his head, you noticed his breathing turned even and steady. You smiled as you just looked down at the man laying on you. The man you loved and held so dearly to your heart. Your Michael. Your Riz. Your husband. You’d kill for this man, kill to have him like this in your arms for the rest of your life.

To hell with your friends and his, all you needed was eachother. To be wrapped up in their company and you’d be content even if the world was ending. You knew it could be an unhealthy look to someone who didn’t know you two, but the way you practically lived and breathed for him, was just to put it simply. Everyone around you saw the love you both shared for eachother. Undying.

“I love you, Ariza. Forever.” As the words left your mouth, he seemed to have squeezed you tighter, and sighed happily into your chest.

You shut the TV off and decided to just sleep on the couch tonight. His comfort and rest was more important than trying to get you both to bed. As you closed your eyes, and slowly started to drift, a ghost of a kiss was placed upon your chest, and half sleep and soft words were spoken. “I feel safe with you cariño. I love you. Always.”

You were his safe space and he was yours. No matter the weather, the events of the day, the impalpable love you two shared, brought you back to your grounded place. Brought you home.

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A Gentle Kind Of Love Masterlist

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Mayans MC Masterlist

Contains: Fluff, angst, longing, pining and yearning, Angel being a shit-stirrer, Manny being dumb, cats, violence, mentions of drugs and drug addiction, shooting and death, Canche, smut. There will be more, and I'll do my best to tag chapter by chapter, please don't hesitate to tell me if I've missed something.

More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is. Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical/forensic💉 Triggering material🚩

You and Coco meet overseas when you are doing aid work. When you move to Santo Padre to settle down, your life changes forever when you and Manny strike up a friendship.

Part One - Oh Hello❤❤😨

Part Two - There's Gotta Be Some Butterflies Somewhere.😨❤❤

Part Three - Been Known in is Aching😨❤😨❤

Part Four - On Yearning❤😨😨

Part Five - Like Real People Do😨❤😨❤

Part Six - I Adore You😨❤💦

Epilogue - Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago❤💦❤💦

[firebenderwolf]

Ruca Rumble Headcannons (Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza)

HEADCANNON: How the boys would react if you get in a fight. Just the Mayans, not anyone else. 

FIGHT

Not really a fight but you do defend yourself

You were home alone. Riz was somewhere doing something for the club and you were home alone.

So when you heard what sounding like footsteps in the kitchen and male voices, you kinda freaked out

Which resulted in you grabbing your 9 mm glock that was in your bedside table and slowly crept to the door

You peaked out and saw a dark hooded figure walking in the hall.

You lifted your gun and shot out, as the figure yells out and goes down. Two more figures come over and spot you as you run

You swing your gun and hits one figure in the face as the other figure grabs you by the wrist

You yell and lean down and bite the wrist as the figure throws you down as he cradles his wrist

Managing to scramble to your feet, you run past them as the second figure, the one you hit with the gun chases you. You manage to grab a knife from the knife holder and try and slice at the guy. He dodges but you punch him when he tries to grab you as you drop the knife and run out the door

Right into a chest

You look up and see your twin brother EZ

“Y/N what’s wrong?!”

“Three guys try to come after me!” You yell as his eyes widen

“They were only supposed to check on you not scare you!”

“Wait what?” 

“Angel, Coco and Gilly were asked by Riz to check on you.”

“uh oh. I shot one”

“Wait what?”

“I shot one of the guys.”

“Yeah you shot me.” You two turn to see Coco walking out with his hand covering the wound

“YOU SHOT ME IN THE ASS!”

AFTERMATH

Everyone was quiet as Angel and EZ bandaged Coco up and you were getting an ice pack for Gilly

So as it turns out, you shot Coco in the ass

And also punched Gilly, with the gun and your fist

And then bit your older brother Angel on his wrist

“Sorry again.” You say handing the ice pack to Gilly who nods

“Don’t say sorry sis. They shouldn’t have scared you.” EZ says as Coco mumbles

“Well I am going to bed. Tell Michael that when he gets here to stick his dick in my ass to wake me up.” You say ignoring your brothers’ shocked faces, Gilly’s scared face and Coco’s interest face

It was about an hour and a half later when you feel a kiss on your cheek and your boyfriend’s soft chuckle

“¿Mi amor, por qué está Coco en la mesa con los pantalones bajados?” (my love, why is Coco on the table with his pants down?)

“Puede que le haya disparado en el culo.” (I may have shot him in the ass)

“Wait you did what now?” 

You chuckle at your boyfriend’s shocked voice as you open your eyes and see your boyfriend sitting by you on his side of the bed

“You asked them to check on me. Which to them meant scare me half to death.”

“So that is why Angel has a mark on his wrist and Gilly has two big bruises on his face?”

“I bit Angel and hit Gilly with my gun and my fist. Also my gun is jammed now.” He laughs at your comment and pulls you into him so you are leaning against him and he leans to kiss your hair

“That’s my girl.”

“Is Coco still moaning and groaning about being shot?” You ask

“Oh yeah. Angel has him sipping a beer to shut him. Anyway, how did the talk with the wedding planner go?” He asks

“Great. She said Taza’s ranch is a perfect place for the venue and it will be the right temperature.”

“Please tell me you aren’t having one of his horses carry the rings down?”

“maybe.”

“Aye. What am I gonna do with you?” He asks squeezing your hand that has a gold band around it.

“Marry me of course.”

“Of course.”

A comfortable silence surrounds you two

“But I am having Maximus carry our rings.”

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Wipeout

Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza x F!Reader

Request by @espieviolet99​: I thought I'd also request something in a different way for you, to give some variety. So I got two sentences; "Did you just kiss me?" And "I never really thought you'd want someone like me" If you want me to edit the request, lemme know, but I thought I'd throw you a Rizzy request.

Warnings: language, mentions of blood/injuries

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I don’t write for Riz a whole lot, but whenever I do include him in stuff I always enjoy it. Plus I got to go back and rewatch some of S2 for this and I definitely enjoyed that haha. Some caretaking for Riz. xo

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He attracted trouble like a goddamn magnet. It felt like every time someone from the club was calling you that wasn’t him, it was to tell you that he was injured, or in a holding cell. Sometimes it was both. How you ended up being so entwined with a man who was nothing but terrible for your anxiety was beyond you. By all accounts the two of you shouldn’t have been friends, but you were. There was no reason that you should’ve been sickeningly, secretly falling in love with him, but you were. It was all a mess, and maybe that’s exactly why the two of you landed in each other’s paths.

Seeing Gilly’s name lighting up your phone screen didn’t inspire any kind of confidence in you. You already had the nagging feeling that you were getting called to clean up some kind of mess. With a sigh, you accepted the call, “Yea?”

“Damn. I’m gonna try not to take the attitude personally.”

You rolled your eyes despite the fact you wouldn’t have the satisfaction of him seeing it, “What’s up, Gilly?”

“You busy right now?” he wasn’t a man who ever sounded nervous, so you had no idea what he was attempting to rope you into.

“Does it matter? Is someone dying? Or are you guys stranded somewhere?”

“Ehh,” you could picture the shrug, “somewhere between the two.”

You dragged your free hand down your face, “What the hell happened?”

“Got into it with some bullshit club up north. Riz wiped the fuck out.”

A knot instantly formed in your stomach. Of course. Of course he was the one who wiped out. Why wouldn’t it have been him? Almost getting blown up a few weeks prior hadn’t been enough. Had to double down on it. Your nerves were battling it out with your annoyance, “There a reason you didn’t fucking lead with that?” you huffed as you stood up from your chair, not giving him a chance to try and answer the rhetorical question, “How bad is it? Do I need more than what’s in my bag at the clubhouse?”

“Nah, nah, that should be good.”

“You guys able to get him home? Or do I have to drive out to north bumfuck somewhere to meet you jokers?”

“Tough fuckin’ crowd,” Gilly laughed, “Just meet us at the clubhouse. We got some shit to settle up and then we’ll be home.”

“I’d say drive safe but I know it’s pointless.”

He chuckled, “We’ll get your boy-toy home to you in one piece, don’t worry.”

You knew that getting defensive was exactly what he wanted, so you didn’t, “I’m not convinced,” you ended the call without a real goodbye.

The entire time you were waiting at the clubhouse, you couldn’t sit still. Your leg was bouncing, hands twisting as you sat at the bar. There was nothing else for you to do, no one else was around for you to talk to. You’d been banking on Chucky being there but he was out doing a pickup for the guys while they were off tending club business. Or, rather, getting their asses handed to them while they were trying to handle club business.

Just as you were in the brink of actually going insane, you heard it. There was the unmistakable sound of a pack of motorcycles coming onto the lot. You let out a deep sigh of relief as you leapt off the stool and made your way for the door. There was no way that they weren’t going to bring him in for you to look at him, but you didn’t want to waste any more time just sitting around.

None of the guys looked all that worried as they dismounted their bikes. That should’ve provided you with at least a slight sense of relief, but it didn’t. You ignored the dust that was still settling from all of them pulling in as you waited for them to open the back doors of the van.

“See?” Gilly flung the doors open before hopping down, feet hitting the ground, “Told you I’d get him back here in one piece.”

“Yea?” you shook your head as you watched Creeper and Hank practically lift Riz down out of the van, “Where were you when he wiped out, then?”

“’Bout ten yards ahead of him firing off a shotgun,” Gilly had never been one to feel bad about much, the smile on his face proved it over and over again.

You sighed, making the conscious decision not to talk to him until the rest of the situation was handled. Turning to Hank, who was supporting almost all of Riz’s weight at this point, you asked, “Can you get him up the stairs and inside, please?”

Hank nodded, “Whatever you need.”

You could see it on his face that he was contemplating either dragging Riz or just lifting the man and carrying him, but Riz was still with it just enough to manage a slow limp. The two of them made quite the pair, and maybe if the circumstances had been different, you would’ve found it more amusing.

Bishop fell into stride with you as you followed Hank and Riz. If you had been looking, you would’ve seen the tiny smirk that was curling the edge of his mouth, “We owe you for this, sweetheart.”

“Mhm,” you fought the urge to roll your eyes, “Y’know, you all say that to me but never once have any of you actually squared up with me.”

He chuckled, “Send me an invoice and I’ll get it all taken care of.”

You caught the clubhouse door before it shut behind the two men in front of you, “You’ll be sorry when I hold you to that.”

Hank was already depositing Riz onto the couch when you walked over with your bag, “Here is good?” he still asked even though the man was already melting into the couch cushions.

You had to laugh a little as you nodded, “Here is fine. Thank you, Hank.”

He lingered for a couple seconds to see if you were going to ask him for anything else, but when he was met with silence he excused himself. You pretty much had it down to a science at this point, taking care of the various bumps, bruises, and scrapes that the guys called you up about. If it was really bad, you’d need a couple extra sets of hands on deck, but the fact that Riz could sort of walk himself in let you know that whatever damage was done, was minimal. The guys trusted you, not only to fix them up, but to ask for help if you needed it. What you didn’t need, though, was people looking over your shoulder for no reason.

You could feel Riz watching you and you tried not to think about it as you carefully started peeling the layers off of his torso so you could tend to the cuts and scrapes along his arm and shoulder. His eyes were a little glassy, a hint of a smile on his face, and that’s how you knew that despite them having no one with them to provide any kind of medical care, they kept pain meds on hand. You wanted to be annoyed but it definitely helped in situations like this. More than once their emergency stashes had held them over until they could get to you, or a real medic on the other side of the border.

“So,” you tried not to think about the way he was staring at you as you began cleaning out the cuts on his arm, “wanna tell me how we ended up here again, Riz?”

He chuckled, wincing slightly as you tweezed out a piece of blacktop that had gotten embedded into his arm when he wiped out, “Had a run in with the Swole Boys.”

You paused, eyes flicking up to him, “What the fuck is a Swole Boy?”

He shook his head slightly, “That’s what I said.”

“Well. Whatever they are, they got you pretty messed up here, Ariza,” you shook your head, “I don’t even wanna think about the shape your leg is gonna be in.”

“I’ll be fine,” he went to wave you off but winced, stopping himself short.

“I’m not convinced,” you huffed, shaking your head as you got ready to stitch up the one deep cut along the inside of his bicep, “Being friends with you is bad for my blood pressure, you know.”

“You stay, though,” you attributed the stars in his eyes to the really good meds they’d pumped into him on the ride home.

“Yea,” you conceded, “I stay.”

The surface damage really wasn’t as bad as you had thought it was going to be. His arm was easy enough to clean up, and you had the nagging feeling that Creeper might’ve popped his shoulder back into place on the ride home, because Riz really wasn’t moving that arm much at all. You didn’t have a sling for him, but even if you did you doubted that you’d be able to get him to wear the damn thing. You checked him over, and nothing in his leg or knee was broken or displaced. His ankle was sprained, but miraculously nothing had snapped at any point during his skid across the pavement. He’d be limping for a while, and sore for even longer. He’d live, though. Despite how much you worried about him, Riz definitely seemed just a little too stubborn to stay down for long.

“You’ve definitely got a concussion,” you shook your head slightly.

“How do you know?” he tried to prop himself up on his elbow, but failed miserably.

You chuckled quietly as you ran your fingers over his head, mostly to make sure there were no cuts or excessive swelling you needed to worry about, but the added benefit of being able to run your fingers through his hair didn’t hurt either.

“Woman’s intuition,” you quipped. You dropped your hands back into your lap, unable to pull your eyes off of him, “Plus, Creeper told me you blacked out when you hit the ground.”

“Was hoping they’d leave that part out.”

“Me too. I can only handle worrying about you so much, you know.”

“Don’t gotta worry, hermosa.”

You rolled your eyes but were unable to stop your smile, “Too late to try and lay it on thick now, Ariza. You gotta do that before I get the bad news,” your hand moved of its own accord as you reached and lightly grasped the hand of his good arm.

“Better late than never,” he gave your hand the lightest bit of a squeeze.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty, you know that?” there were a few moments of silence between you, and the tension was suffocating as you tried to push down all of your feelings. Clearing your throat, you asked, “You got more of whatever the guys gave you on the ride back? Because when those wear off, all of this,” you gestured with your free hand, “is going to hurt like a mother.”

He gave a weak smile, “We got it under control.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “That’s not very convincing coming from you in the position that you’re in,” your movements were involuntary as you carefully lifted your interlocked hands, pressing a soft kiss against his knuckles.

Both of you froze. Maybe it was your imagination, but it seemed like the haze in his eyes cleared up. He raised his eyebrows slightly, “Did you just kiss me?”

You shook your head, “No. Not at all.”

“I think you—”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence as you leaned in and gently pressed your lips against his. It was quick, soft, and you couldn’t believe it even as you did it. Even when you pulled your lips off of his, you lingered close for a moment before sitting back again. You could feel the heat coursing through your entire body as you tried to figure out if you’d just messed up or not, “Now I just kissed you.”

He couldn’t stop the look of surprise on his face. His voice was soft as he spoke, “Hazlo otra vez.”

“Riz, I—"

He squeezed your hand, “Do it again, hermosa.”

Your heart fluttered inside your chest as you leaned in and kissed him again, just as gently as the first. Your other hand came up, fingers trailing lightly down the side of his face as you kissed him. You could feel that he wanted to pull you tight to him, to really hold you, but he physically just couldn’t do it. There was something amusing about it.

When you pulled away, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The two of you sat in a heavy silence, each waiting for the other to say something first. He shook his head slightly as he ran his thumb over your knuckles, “Never really thought you’d want someone like me.”

You smiled, your entire chest feeling warm, “Despite all the heart attacks you give me, Ariza, there’s no one else I’d rather spend my time worrying about.”

The sweet moment was cut short by the sound of Gilly’s voice, “Damn, if this is the treatment we’re getting, stitch me up next.”

Turning around, you didn’t let go of Riz’s hand as you looked at Gilly, “I can give you an injury that’s gonna need stitches, if you want.”

He laughed, “Why the violence? I bring your boy home to you and this is the thanks I get?”

“Yes,” it was impossible not to laugh, “That’s exactly how it goes.”

“Unbelievable,” he was shaking his head as he walked away, but you could hear him laughing, too.

“So,” you turned your attention back to the man who was lying on the couch in front of you, “what’s it gonna take to get you to start being careful? My heart can’t take much more of this,” you gestured to his injured state.

“Kiss me again, see if that does it?”

You rolled your eyes as you leaned in once more, “Yea, I’m sure one more will do the trick.”

[crowfootwrites]

Mayans Take Their Kids Trick-or-Treating | Headcanon

Didn't include Miguel and Nestor because I was trying to keep this one MC-centric, but lemme know if you want HC for those two!

I meant for this to be shorter, but then I got carried away with all the fluffy feels, so...

Bishop: This year, your son is old enough to decide what he wants to be for Halloween, and he wants to be Spiderman – Bishop has been reading the comics with him before bed for the last couple of months for some father/son bonding time. Your son doesn’t ask either of you to dress up; he’s just excited to have both of you to himself at the same time. He walks down the sidewalk between the two of you, holding your hands and discussing the pros and cons of different types of candy. You catch Bishop gazing over at you a few times, a small, proud smile playing on his lips as he spends his evening with his family.

Taza: Taza’s not super into Halloween, but he tags along for the memories, wanting to commemorate your son’s first Halloween. You have your son decked out in a handmade owl costume that Taza helped you think up, and you carry him in your arms. He’s too young to really know what’s going on, but his gummy smile never leaves his face. You make Taza take a million pictures, but you’re also sure to hand the camera to Bishop periodically to get some good pictures of all three of you.

Tranq: Tranq is in full dad mode for Halloween, his twin girls in elaborate costumes: one as a bumblebee and one as a butterfly. They walk on either side of him, each gripping one of his hands and every once in a while he lifts his arms to swing them, making them squeal. And since his girls have him wrapped around their fingers, the three of you were even able to convince him to don a pair of wings himself. You can’t help but giggle at the sight, the glittery white wings comically small on him. You follow along behind them taking a million pictures, dressed in your ladybug costume, still amazed that you were able to find such an incredible man.

Angel: You are all in on Halloween and having a kid, to you, means getting to relive a kid’s Halloween experience. Your son wants to be a pirate and so you spent a couple weekends hand-sewing your and his coordinating pirate costumes. Sometimes, Angel would come home late from the club to find you hunched over the kitchen table with a needle and thread and his heart would swell with admiration at what a good mom you are. Angel does not dress up, but you successfully bribe him (with some treats of his own later *wink*) to at the very least don a pirate hat and carry a fake sword attached to his belt. Angel hangs back and grins like a fool all night, watching his girl and his son enjoy themselves, divvying up candy and posing for silly pictures.

EZ: EZ has been reading Me, Frida with your daughter, and so she practically begs to dress up as Frida Kahlo. The three of you had even taken a Saturday to scour Santo Padre for appropriate huipil and skirts and made a day of it, getting tacos and ice cream and of course, stopping at the bookstore. You pin her hair up and weave colorful flowers into it. As you trick-or-treat, EZ is almost as excited as your daughter, the pair of them happily explaining her costume to anyone who asks (and EZ’s eyes twinkle with pride as he watches her nerd out). You hang back and take pictures, adoring your little daddy’s girl, who still comes running back to you to beg for a piece of candy here and there.

Creeper: Creeper takes a backseat and goes along with whatever you have planned for you guys’ first Halloween with a kid, just wanting your son to have a good time. You pick out a cute dragon costume, which Creep totally gets behind. The two of you don’t dress up, but Creeper carries his tiny dragon all night, showing him off to his brothers like a proud papa. When the little man gets cranky, you head home so Creeper can take his time putting his son to bed before the two of you curl up on the couch for a more adult kind of Halloween party.

Coco: Coco doesn’t fully dress up, but puts on a wizard’s hat at his daughter’s request, to coordinate with her tiny witch costume. Letty joins in, both you and her dressed in glow-in-the-dark skeleton unitards. Letty takes the reins, walking her little sister up to front doors and helping remind her what to say when the door opens. You get some great pictures of your daughter looking up adoringly at her big sister. Coco hangs back a little at first, chain smoking nervously, not sure how to involve himself and always a little worried about messing up. You remind him that just by being here he’s building memories with her, and gently encourage him. Your daughter winds up walking between Coco and Letty, holding their hands and begging her dad for candy. He, of course, gives in, and she’s eaten a quarter of the bag before you even get home.

Gilly: Much like Tranq, Gilly is living his best big soft dad life, carrying his kiddo when she gets too tired to walk anymore, the pink tulle of her princess dress heaped in his arms. You get a priceless picture of Gilly wearing a giant grin, cradling his sleeping daughter against his kutte, her tiara slipping and a piece of half-eaten chocolate clutched in her chubby little fist. You all head home a little early, ready to put the princess to bed and relax on the couch with a scary movie and some popcorn for a little Halloween fun of your own.

Riz: Riz helps you brainstorm ideas for costumes, always wanting to be involved where his daughter is concerned. Even though she’s old enough to have some opinions about what she wants to dress up as, she asked for help deciding and her parents were going to give it. Until she comes home from kindergarten one day demanding to dress up as a biker. Riz laughs and scoops her up, his face completely delighted. On Halloween, she is decked out in a black, child-size kutte that you embroidered skulls and roses on the back of, and a sparkly green open-face helmet. She insists that her papa also wears his kutte, and the three of you walk hand-in-hand all night while she tries to sneak Starburst from her candy bag.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

satan's little blessing.

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MICHAEL ‘RIZ’ ARIZA. (x Taza Romero's daughter)

MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ words: about 1.4k.

❝ warnings: nsfw, oral sex (male receiving), language, mention of bodily fluids.

❝ a / n: a beautiful dream i had last night 😌 as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

Your intentions of preparing Riz a good breakfast and bringing it to bed are ruined when two arms are wrapped around you and a nose is sunk in your neck. You can't help but close your eyes gasping, turning around under his embrace, not needing much time to notice the lump beneath his black boxers. A week has passed since he left Santo Padre for a quick run, and two days since he came back but you had to attend your father. Today, he's all yours and you're all his. Your tongues find each other's out of your mouth, pushing yours to your cavity as you moan against his.

Riz's hands roam up your sides, raising the gems of the t-shirt you have stolen him too damn slowly, dragging his fingertips over your exposed skin as his caresses give you goosebumps. Your secret boyfriend loves to torture you after you've been teasing him with your hot messages during the whole trip. His lips don't have any rush either, tasting yours meticulously, while his fingers reach your hard nipples under the soft fabric. Riz pinches them shameless, drinking the moan you can't hold back, as he purrs in your mouth.

The bubble of heat you two are inside of is broken when his phone starts to ring somewhere around the living room. And you know he must reply to the call. He grunts resting his forehead on yours before placing a pissed kiss to leave you there, breathless and needed. It only takes him a couple of seconds to answer and come back to the kitchen. His face is priceless and by his gesture, you know who is at the other side of the line.

“What's up, brother?”

Brother. If only your father knew what his brother is doing (...). You lick your bottom lip mischievously, walking towards your boyfriend dangerously as he frowns confused because of your grimace.

“No, no, I just woke up, no worries”.

He goes backward until his body finds the nearest wall. He is scared. He can read your intentions on the feigned innocence appearing on your eyes. And you don't give him time to stop you, being already kneeled in front of him and pulling his boxers down.

“Yeah, no… I'm gonna stay at home today”.

Riz is sweating, bowing down his head to find your lustful orbs over his hard dick raised majestically to his abdomen. He tries to push you away with his free hand, gripping his wrist with your fingers to pin it to the wall by the side of his hips. Using the tip of your tongue you lick all his length —from the base to the reddened tip—, sucking only his head between your lips. You can see him closing his eyes, gulping a loud pleased moan as he tries to follow the conversation.

“(Y/N)...? No, I hav— haven't seen he— fuck”.

You don't let him finish his sentence, bobbing down your head until his glans is forcing your throat to beyond his limits.

“Yeah, ye— yeah, I just… hit my toe with the door frame”.

The gag he produces you gives him enough strength to free his hand and tangle it on your hair to push you back, begging in silence for you to stop. But you're not going to. God, you have missed him so much and you don't care who he is talking to or what he has to do. Rocking your head, you twirl your tongue around his hardness making some more pressure with your lips, while Riz is starting to have some struggles to breathe.

“Her bike…? Next to my house? Where ar— are you?”

You guess your father is at Vicky's like every Sunday morning. Your boyfriend's eyes widen open, having to bite his bottom lip when you slam his dick against the walls of your throat again. Your nose is pressed to his pelvis, your crystal eyes are on his scared ones and you're about to choke if it wasn't because you can notice the force he's doing to not moan again.

“Lemme… check if she's here. You know tha— that she hates to sleep alone in the ranch… and sometimes she co— comes here”.

Yeah, you sometimes come there. Freeing his cock but gripping it gently with your fingers to jerk him off, your mouth goes straight to his balls. You suck them and pull them back with no mercy, whilst the dance of your hand around his length becomes hasty. Riz is enduring like a champion, pretending he's walking through his house to try to find you.

“I don— don't know, Taza… I was too drunk when I… came home. I fell asleep on the so— sofa. Maybe she's in my bed”. Your boyfriend needs to pause briefly because of how good you look with his balls within your mouth, tasting him in all his splendor, running him out of words. “I'm… okay… I just have a fuckin' headache… Yeah, it's called hangover… thanks for your wisdom, brother”.

“Go check on her, idiot”.

You can feel his heated cock starting to twitch under your grip and you know he's really close. This is a new record. He isn't going to last not even a minute. The risk, the need, your warm mouth swallowing him and sucking his life out of his body is too much to handle at the same time.

“Okay, I'm… I'm… coming”. Riz gasp inappreciable for your father, but not for you.

“You don't have to tell me you're coming to your room. The fuck is wrong with you today?” You can hear your dad laughing at the other side of the phone, making you giggle because your boyfriend is really stupid sometimes.

As soon as your lips are blowing his dick down, increasing the pace of the swing of your head, the Mexican helps you to go a little faster to finish this torture you have put him into. But, God, he's not going to lie. He's enjoying it more than ever in his life. He can't put his eyes off from you, putting the speaker on to leave it over the dinner table to free his other hand —the one that lands by the side of the other. In silence, arching his back, Riz fucks your mouth. He fucks your mouth rough, quick, clumsily, abusing your lips and your throat now that he can go deeper.

Your saliva mixed with his pre-cum spills itself through the corner of your lips, trying to breathe by your nostrils while your crystal eyes continue glued to his darkest orb, letting him use you at his will.

“Is she there or not? Your house isn't that big”.

“Yeah, wa— wait. I was checking the guests' room”. Riz lies, not holding his orgasm for any longer.

He closes his eyelids strongly, opening his mouth as much as he can because of the pleasure of exploding inside of your mouth, pressing your face against his pelvis as much as he can. Gladly choking you on his bittersweet cum to punish you for playing with him like that.

“Satan's little blessing is here”. Your boyfriend pants unconsciously, resting his head against the wall gulping a new silent grunt.

“Send me a picture”.

Riz looks at you almost panicking. That petition has turned him off completely, letting you go. Your cheeks are burning because of the effort. Your chin, your neck, your shirt (...), wherever he looks at your boyfriend can see part of his cum and your saliva. The less you have couldn't swallow. But you're not worried at all, collecting it with your fingers to suck them clean under his attentive horrified glance.

“Okay, you, ah… lemme hang up and I wil—”.

“You don't need to hang up to send me a picture”.

“I'm a man! I can't do two thiNGS AT ONCE”.

“Fucking relax, brother. You're gonna wake her up”.

Because you aren't enough awake yet.

“Forget it. You're dumb as fuck, Ariza, I swear it. Can't understand the hell has seen my daughter on you”.

“You said what?”

Standing up as you clean your mouth on your shirt, you raise both eyebrows about to break in laughs. Is that pretty obvious? Does he really know what happens between the two of you?

“I know my kid better than she knows herself. And you… you… you're dumb as fuck, man”. Taza repeats trying to not chuckle. “You fuckin' drool wherever she walks by”.

“I don't kn—”.

“Prepare her breakfast. Satan's little blessing needs coffee when she wakes up”.

Riz can't reply. Your father hangs up laughing, as he watches you cross your arms over your chest.

“Do you… refer to me like Satan's little blessing all the time?”

“You're not a fucking angel, mi amor”. He scoffs putting on his boxers, squinting at you.

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[rebelwrites]

Wait You Are Engaged?

Riz Ariza x Reader

Requested by @everyhowlmarksthedead // I WANT TO REQUEST 10 AND 13 WITH MY BABY BOY RIZZZZZ 🥴🥰 thank you, my lil slut.

Prompts: “Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” and “It was supposed to be a secret!”

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All you wanted to do was scream from the rooftop that you were engaged but both you and Riz decided to keep it a secret for now, especially with all the shit that was going on he didn’t want to draw attention to you and out a target on your back, you completely understood so wore your engagement ring on your right hand so to anyone else it looked like a normal ring.

Tonight was just a standard Friday night, the music was pumping and the beer was flowing. You were sat on top of the bar, with your feet on a stool, chatting to Bishop whilst Riz made a phone call. You swore your mum preferred him to her own daughter and was always calling him for a chat.

“So you and Riz aye” Bishop smirked nudging your knee with his bottle “things are getting pretty serious”

“You may be my Tio but I’m not afraid to punch you” You laughed pulling the bottle to your lips. “I mean you have eyes so use them”

“Definitely your mothers daughter” he smirked. “But in all seriousness kiddo it’s good to see you so happy, but you know if he upsets or hurts you let me know and I will beat the shit out of him”

“I know, you keep telling me” you rolled your eyes. “I don’t think he is that stupid because he would have to face the rath of mum”

“Nobody wants that” Bishop shuddered.

Out of the corner of your eyes you watched Riz walk back into the clubhouse his phone still pressed against his ear, you knew your mum would be rambling about anything and everything. You didn’t mind as he was the first boyfriend you had that she liked so you left her two it. At first she wasn’t happy that you were getting involved with the Mayans but knew it would happen due to how close to Bishop you were.

You kept your eyes trained on your fiancée, as one of Vikki’s girls approached him, trailing her hands over his body. Everyone knew you were with Riz but some liked to push their looks, but she had picked a fight she wouldn’t win. You watched as Riz kept trying to push her away but she wasn’t listening.

“Excuse me” You said jumping off the counter “I have to go make a scene”

“It’s been a while since you kicked off so have at it kiddo” Bish laughed shaking his head.

All the guys were watching, they knew as soon as you jumped off the bar shit was going to go down and none of them would stand in your way.

The moment you got close to the skank you wrapped your fingers on her hair, yanking her head back making her cry out in pain.

“Yeah I gotta go” Riz said “yeah the Rottweiler is out to play”

“What the fuck bitch” she cried as you dragged her off Riz “you need to go back on your leash”

“Remember who the fuck you are talking to” you growled as you slammed her head against the table before lifting her head back up and slamming your fist into her nose, the sound of her nose breaking satisfyed your soul along with the blood pouring down her face. “You listen bitch and you listen good, if you ever lay a finger on my fiancée again I will do more than break your fucking nose. Understood”

“Yes” she cried as you let her go.

“Sweetheart it was supposed to be a secret” Riz laughed pulling you into a hug. “But now everyone knows let’s get this ring into the correct hand”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t going to let her get her skanky claws into what is mine” you laughed watching as he moved your ring into your left hand.

“What’s yours aye?” He smirked, raising his brow at you.

“Yes and you know it” you giggled before kissing him softly.

You felt all the eyes in the room burning into the back of your head, spinning around so your back was against Riz’ you smiled at them all.

“Since when did you pop the question?” Bish asked with a huge grin on his face.

“A couple of weeks ago now” Riz grinned “I’m just glad she said yes”

“You do know what you have got yourself in for now right?” Bish smirked.

“Urm hello I’m still here you know asshole” you laughed glaring at him.

“Oh yeah I know” Riz chuckled “she’s a pain in the ass but she’s my pain in the ass”

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Market Meeting

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The perfect time to go to the market was early in the morning on a Tuesday, everyone else was either working, sleeping or at school so you didn't really have to talk to anybody and that was a weight off your shoulders. It wasn't that you didn't like talking to people it was just random people coming to talk, especially guys. They would hit on you non-stop and you were very uncomfortable with that so you made sure to dodge them if spotted. 

Going down the aisle you looked over your list, checking to see if you had missed anything which you skipped over eggs and cheese. So of course you have to walk all the way in the back to get. Getting the last thing in the aisle  you bumped carts with someone. Redness flushed your cheeks, you let out a shaky breathe and looked up. There were two men standing at the cart. They both had Mayan kutts on. What have you done, you thought. You were dead for sure. 

"My bad". One said with a smile, he looked up from his s'more pop tarts. The other was standing behind him with a basket of stuff, you'd guess waiting for the one with pop tarts to get done. 

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention". You apologized, the men chuckled. 

"It's okay, no one was injured". He said patting his chest over to check for injures. 

You bashfully smiled, pushing a strand of hair out from your eyes. They starting talking to one another in Spanish, which you didn't know so you were clueless. 

So you went back to shopping and started to go past them but the one carrying the basket stopped you. "Hey". 

"Yes"? You connected with his eyes as they danced around your face. 

"Um, do you know where the first aid supplies is at, need to stock up". He said with a laugh. 

"Yeah, its on aisle nine". You looked at him oddly which you probably knew why he needed medical supplies with his line of work and all. 

"Do you mind showing me, I'm not good with shopping usually I have a prospect doing this but he's busy at the moment". He let a sigh. 

"Sure". Not really wanting to because you've had this done before you are nice to someone and they start hitting on you and that was the last thing you wanted today. 

He followed behind you checking out the stuff on the shelfs and not your ass which surprised you. What was he up too? 

"Here you go". You said pointing to aisle number nine.

"Thank you, I'm Riz by the way". He held out his hand for you to shake and you didn't hesitate to do so. You felt comfortable around him. 

"I'm Y/N and you're welcome". 

"The other guy is Coco". Riz nodded to Coco who was testing out a can of whip cream, squirting it into his mouth. You let out a giggle when Coco got choked, spiting the whipped cream across the floor. 

"He's an idiot sometimes". Riz shook his head with a laugh. 

"That's okay, some of the best people are".

"Then I'm the king of idiots". Riz laughed.

You couldn't help but giggle. Riz was sweet, nice and not stalkery at all and you couldn't help but see that he's really cute too.

"So I guess I should get the rest of my things before the crowd of school moms come in". You smile sweetly.

"Yeah we need to get going too, all those school moms will be hitting on us and I don't feel like fighting them off". He replied with a quiet chuckle looking at your eyes by now he probably knows your eye color by heart and knows that every time he says something your pulps dilate.

"Well it was nice meeting you Y/N, maybe we can do this again sometime"?

"It was nice meeting you too and Coco. You can find me here next Tuesday at eight". You said biting your lip.

"I'll see you then". Riz gave you a wink and went along with his shopping.

That Tuesday came and so did the next, Riz was there every time waiting for you. On the fourth Tuesday he asked you on a proper date not that he didn't like your market dates and all.

[justahopelessssromantic]

Barbecue

Imagine Request. Reader is new to the town and makes friends with Felipe who invites her to a barbecue being held t the club. She is weary but he insists saying that his two sons will also be there. The day of the barbecue arrives and they both head there together. She notices a lot of good looking bikers. The men all admire her as Filipe introduces her to everyone. They all try and seduce the pretty new girl much to Felipe's delight.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request nonnie! I'm sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy 🥰 I really love your idea!

Word Count: 1322

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Felipe handed over your package waving off your money for your steaks. "Please, this ones on me." Felipe smiled kindly at you. 

"You know if you keep giving away things for free you are going to go out of business." You pointed out putting your wallet away anyways. You knew there was no use in arguing with the older man. You'd find some way to pay him back. "If you won't let me pay for my meat then you at least have to let me cook for you one of these days." 

Your friendship with Felipe may seem odd to any onlookers but he was the first person you met and befriended after moving to Santo Padre for your new job just a few weeks ago. Unpacking and fixing up your new place had become more of a chore than you were expecting so you hadn't gotten around to meeting really any other residents of the charming small town. You were rather shy and not great at making friends so staying in and keeping to yourself mostly wasn't much of a problem. 

Felipe knew you didn't have any other friends besides him and your best friend back home. You were such a lovely girl he only wanted to help you out in any way that he could. "Alright I'll let you cook for me one of these days." You both knew he hadn't had a really good home cooked meal since his wife passed. 

"Great!" You beamed up at him excited to show off your skill in the kitchen. "How about Friday night?" 

Felipe nodded. "Sounds good. Oh and one more thing." He caught you just before you were about to leave. "There’s a barbecue on Saturday at the Mayans clubhouse. I would love it if you would come." 

You chewed on your bottom lip thinking of how you could turn him down. You weighed all the excuses in your mind. "I don't really know Felipe, I've got lots to do at home. I just don't know that I could." You tried to let him done gently but he was stubborn and saw right through you. 

"Come on you can take one day off," he insisted, "Just come with me for a little while. Do an old man a favor." He chuckled. Felipe took your hand in his, hoping to ease your nervousness. "My two sons will be there. I would love for you to meet them. Just come for a little while. If you hate it and want to leave I will take you home." 

"Fine, but I'm holding you to that." You teased. "I'll see you Friday, 8 o'clock." If he was going to insist on you going to this barbecue then you were going to hold him to your dinner plans. 

The day of the barbecue came and needless to say you were nervous. Your dinner with Felipe the night before helped a little as he told you about the club, the mayans, and mostly his two sons. 

You stepped out of Felipe's truck shutting the door behind you. You straightened your outfit out, smoothing out any wrinkles from the drive over. Felipe extended his arm out to you with a smile. If his sons were anything like him you knew you’d like them. He was quite the gentleman. 

The first person you met as you entered the part was a kind, although a little odd, man named Chucky. He was very friendly and offered to bring you back a beer which you thanked him for. 

The guys were hanging outside just fucking around when you walked in. Their attention immediately turned to you, the unfamiliar girl on Felipe’s arm. 

“Hey Angel, who’s that with your Pops?” Gilly asked, not taking his eyes off you. 

They all watched your interaction with Chucky. You smiled at Chucky saying something before he left. Shortly after Felipe turned to you and said something quietly in your ear which made you laugh. 

All the men were drawn to you as they watched on. You had their full attention without even knowing. 

Angel shook his head, “I have no fucking idea but I can promise you by the end of the night I will.” 

“Maybe she’s Felipe’s new woman.” Coco chuckled. “Careful Angel you don’t want to have the hots for your new step mommy.” 

"Fuck you." Angel tossed something at Coco chuckling. 

The guys erupted into laughter catching your attention. You felt a little nervous looking at all the handsome guys in front of you. Their laughter immediately died down as you approached their table with Felipe. 

Each guy was prepping for possibly the most important interaction they could have with you, the first impression. 

Bishop came down from the deck along with Hank and Taza to greet you first. “Felipe you must introduce us to your beautiful plus one.” Bishop gave you a charming smile. 

“This is (Y/N).” Felipe introduced you. “She just moved to town not long ago. I can already say that Santo Padre is a much better place with her in it.” 

You blushed at the compliment, your cheeks heating up. The smile that played on your lips stayed as the introductions continued. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you (Y/N).” The way Bishop said your name made you feel like he had known you forever. 

“Where did Felipe come across a beauty such as you?” Hank asked from behind Bishop. 

“I actually met Felipe at his shop. He has an excellent business.” You glance back at Felipe who had stepped back a bit with Chucky. 

“The best in town for fresh meat.” Taza agreed with you. 

"Besides in my pants of course." Creeper chuckled patting Taza on the shoulders. "If that's something you're interested in." 

"Don't be disgusting, Creep." Riz butted in. "Ignore him. I promise we're not all disgusting assholes like this jackass." He motioned over to Creeper. "I'm Riz. The only proper gentleman here." 

Coco nearly choked on his beer when he heard that. "Yeah a real fucking gentleman." Coco set his beer down. He looked you over giving you a smirk. "Nice to meet you." He gave you a nod before excusing himself going with the quiet and mysterious approach instead. Sometimes less was more.

EZ passed Coco as he came out of the clubhouse. He saw the guy all around you. You must be the new girl his father told him about, he thought. “Ezekiel Reyes. Felipe's son. Most people call me EZ.” EZ smiled. He shook your hand introducing himself. “Pops told me lots about you.”

Angel scoffed. Before EZ could say much more he got up from the table and butted in pushing his brother to the side. “Angel, the better way more experienced brother.” Angel said with a wink. 

You didn't have the chance to respond before EZ gave his brother a little shove back which quickly turned into the two having it out.

You giggled watching them. This was quite the introduction.

Felipe watched the guys and chuckled. He had a feeling this would be their reaction to meeting you. He sat back and enjoyed the show along with Chucky.

Gilly came up beside you watching on as Angel now had EZ in a playful headlock. “They’re all a bunch of idiots.” He commented chuckling as the men started coming in saying who they thought would give in first. “But they are rather loveable idiots. I'm Gilly by the way. How about we go inside the clubhouse for a drink and get away from the craziness for a while." He figured he could sneak you away to himself while everyone was engaged in the fight. "It's much quieter." He gave you a smile. "I'll tell you anything you want to know about the guys." He offered. He may not tell you all truths. He'd definitely paint himself better than the rest. 

It was every man for himself after all.

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By your side

A/N: Heeelloooo I feel like I haven’t written in forever, so I’m just gonna drop this here. This idea came into my head while watching a youtube video. Please make sure to get a regular check up and stay safe! This is not a specific character, I left it blank so you can choose your fav😘🥰 Enjoy! 🍓

Warnings: mentions of sex, angst, not proofread (if you find anything else, please tell me!)

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He sighed, sitting down on the couch of the clubhouse, opening a beer bottle and bringing it to his lips. His friend was sitting opposite from him, rolling a blunt. “Aren’t you going home?”, he licked the edges to close it, lighting it with a match right after. “No”. “This is the third time this week you’ve been doing overtime. You got a girl home, man, why are you staying here?”. There was a pause, which made the man’s eyes look up to find your boyfriend with his brows furrowed, his stare fixated on the now empty bottle in his hands. “I think she wants to break up with me”.

The confusion was clear on the faces of the men inside the room. They all knew you had eyes only for your Mayan, so the statement from your boyfriend came as a surprise. “Did she tell you that?”, another guy asked. “No, but-”. “Then stop!”. “But why does she avoid me? She has been working more, using every excuse to get out of the house, we haven’t had sex in a month. She didn’t say it out loud, but her actions say otherwise”. Now, the men were all silent. They didn’t know all the details of your private life, and they didn’t know what could be going on inside your head.

“Have you told her how you feel?”, one voice spoke up, making your boyfriend scoff. “She should be the one telling me what the fuck’s going on”. “I know, but communication is key, even in these situations. Go home and talk it out. If she wants to break up, it’s better not to drag this on and end it now, not lead someone on about a relationship”.

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At home, you were cleaning the house from top to bottom. You hated house chores, but you’d do anything to keep your mind busy from thinking. You were so concentrated in cleaning the windows that you zoned out, not hearing the door open and close, signaling he was home. You were made aware of his presence by putting a hand on your shoulder, making you slightly jump.

“Oh, hi”. “Hey. What are you doing?”. “I’ve cleaned the whole house today. It reminded me why we split the chores”, you chuckled, and he smiled. “Why don’t we sit down for a bit? I’ve been thinking about something”, he quipped, and you mentally gave yourself a pat on the shoulder: you face was emotionless, but you were scared as fuck.

Once in the living room, you sat next to each other on the sofa, and you were trying to keep your cool. None of you spoke, waiting for the other to do it first. Then, you took a deep breath and faced the situation. “I tried to hide it, I’m sorry. If you want to leave me, I get it, I don’t blame you. But I promise I wanted-“, you were rambling, but he stopped you, a scowl on his face. “What the fuck are you talking about?”. “What do you mean what am I talking about. You saw it. that’s why we’re talking. You’re breaking up with me”. “Wait. Wait… - he put a hand forward, bringing it to his temple right after, to massage the skin – I thought you were breaking up with me!”. Now it was your turn to be confused, and a bit offended. You loved him, how could he think that you would break up with him?

“No. No, I’m not. Why would I?”, you asked, raising your tone just a little. “I don’t know, you tell me! I am not the one that’s been avoiding you, you know? We haven’t been intimate in almost a month. What else am I supposed to think?”, he raised his shoulders, his hands fumbling in the air as he talked. Your throat was tightening up and your eyes were getting a bit watery, your hands clenched in your lap. “You saw the papers from my latest gynecologist checkup, right?”, you asked, your voice breaking at admitting the thing that you had been keeping form him. “The gynecologist-? What the fuck?”, in his full confusion, he saw how your eyes widened and your lips parted. The room fell silent, both of you staring at each other until he sighed, his back colliding with the back of the couch as he brought his hand to his face.

“You have been avoiding me – he stared – you have been working more, going out more, and it looks like you don’t wanna be with me anymore. The sex… I hate to be that person, but it must mean something if you don’t wanna have sex with me. What’s going on? What does a gynecologist have to do with it?”. He knew you couldn’t be pregnant. You had talked about kids and decided that both of you were not ready yet, so that couldn’t be the reason why you were turning away from him. You got up without saying a word and went into the bedroom, Him hot on your heels, saying “You’re not walking away from this conversation”. Then, you reached into the drawer of the desk, taking out a few sheets of paper and handing them out to them.

He read the report, sitting down at the end of the bed and passing a hand over his face. “I’ve had problems for a few months, I didn’t want to have sex and I forced myself to do it, thinking it was going to be just a phase and I’d get back to enjoying it… I thought there was something wrong with me. I tried to blame it on the stress, on work, on not feeling well, on not being in the mood.”, you gulped, trying to make the lump in your throat go away. “Turns out, my contraception made me get the vagina of a woman in menopause: no lubrication, no libido, nothing. I got scared that you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore. I’m sorry”, you whispered the last part and then you broke down in tears. He immediately hugged you, kissing your head and letting you cry, releasing all the tension that had been around you for weeks.

“Sweetheart, I don’t care about this. Fuck, when you told me you went to the gyno I thought there was something more serious going on”, he detached his body from your and gently held your face in his hands, kissing the tip of your nose. “I love you with all my heart and this thing doesn’t change what I feel for you. We can use lubricants, I can spend more time on foreplay, or we can do it when you feel like it, set the mood... I’m sorry you had to go thought this alone, I would have understood, baby”. Every few words, he dropped a kiss on your face, first your forehead, then your nose, then your cheeks, your lips.

Your crying had turned into sniffles as you nodded your head, “I should have told you, I’m sorry”. “Don’t be sorry, baby. – he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs, his eyes locking with yours – I love you. I love you so fucking much. I thought I had lost you”, he sighed and dropped his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as his hands made their way over your body, latching his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. “Never”, you smiled at him and pressed your lips on his. “Now come on – he pulled you up from the bed, a grin on his face – let’s cook dinner and then I can take care of you. A nice massage and cuddles to make your night better, whatcha say?”, you chuckled while nodding your head, he really knew how to make you feel better.

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There's Gotta Be Some Butterflies Somewhere.

Mayans MC Masterlist

Part two of A Gentle Kind of Love.

Contains: Fluff, mutual pining, angst (endless longing, Canche) slow burn, violence, flashbacks in italics. Cannabis use.

6.7K words

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"So if you will. Please fall in love with me"

You arrived at the Clubhouse just as everything was getting busy, Angel running up to you with a smile, "you came."

You nodded, "I did, can I get this over with?"

His smile widened, "come on, Marcus is excited to meet you." Angel walked over and introduced you, "Marcus, this is y/n, y/n this is Marcus."

You stuck out your hand, "hello, I've heard so much about you."

He smiled, "yeah, and I've heard a lot about you. The guys really love you."

You smiled back, "only because I indulge their ideas."

You turned to the woman next to him, she was poised and put together, her gentle smile glowing in the afternoon sun, "Marcus must be your husband."

Izzy smiled and took your hand, "I like this woman, you're my husband for once instead of me being your wife."

"Well behind every successful man."

Marcus chuckled, "I can see why they like you."

You sat down on the bench next to Angel, "so what do you do for a living?" Izzy seemed curious and you looked at Angel with suspicion.

"I am a psychologist."

Marcus raised his eyebrows, "wow. Looks like EZ might have some competition."

You laughed, "never, I might have a great memory but I took the milk out of the fridge yesterday then went looking for it two seconds later."

"And funny too. Do you have a specialty?"

You nodded, "complex trauma. Not the best but I love my job."

A quiet came over briefly, "are you seeing anyone?" Izzy's tone was neutral.

Now you were sure Angel was talking, "nope, just me and my three cats." Angel choked on his beer.

"Oh, you fucker. What did you tell them?"

He threw his hands in the air, "nothing, I might have brought up that you and Manny were getting along well when Marcus came to see how he was settling in."

You kicked him quickly under the table, "what was that for?"

You turned to Marcus and Izzy, "I'm sorry about that, Angel doesn't know what he's talking about and is sticking his head where it doesn't belong."

Marcus shook his head, "ignore him y/n. Tell me more about your work."

As the afternoon wore on, you forgot you didn't want to be there. Manny was busy with other Mayans and you had managed to dodge him, that was until you and Izzy returned from taking some of the kids for a walk around the area. He was standing right by the doors as you walked in. You waved at him with a soft smile and he waved back but any hopes of him being too busy to talk were dashed as he came walking over to you. 

"Hey Tesoro, long time no see."

You nodded, "yes, three weeks to be exact." You did your best to try and keep it casual but he wrapped his arms around you and you melted into his embrace.

"I missed talking to you."

You smiled, "yeah, I missed you too." Your phrasing gave him pause, but he didn't mention it.

"You wanna get a drink?"

You nodded, "I'd like that." 

Izzy and Marcus watched on from afar, "Angel is right, those two are in love."

Izzy smiled, "I can see that. She's a nice woman, she's good with kids and she seems to have her head on straight. You said Manny and EZ are the future of the Club, I can see her standing behind him."

Marcus smiled, "they've got to get there first." 

Manny had his arm looped over your shoulder, "you run into Canche yet?"

Manny clicked his tongue, "that fucker, he better hope I don't"

It was no secret why Manny transferred, Canche let something slide that made most people homicidal. "You were his VP Manny, he's going to want answers above what you gave him when you handed in your papers." 

He huffed, "I don't think he wants to hear what I have to say about him."

You smiled softly, "oh well, I won't hesitate to tell him what I think about him."

Manny smiled, "I can't wait to see that. Can I ask you a question?"

You nodded, "you just did but sure." 

"You and the prospect, what went on there?"

You sighed, "Coco never said anything?"

He shook his head, "Angel let it slip that you climbed out the window one night but that's it."

Your eyebrows wrinkled, someone must have talked, "we just didn't gel like that."

He nodded, "really, because he had a lot to say about you." 

"I'm aware, Coco called me. Whatever he said, he's lying, I didn't have sex with him."

Manny hid his smile, "I'm glad, the other women don't seem to like him much and you deserved to be looked after."

You huffed cynically, "wow, if only every man had your attitude."

He smirked, it was laced with charm and seduction, "oh really, well there's..." 

"You two seem cosy." It was Canche, coming to ruin the day.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" You tried to stay calm.

He looked you up and down, "I'm his old President."

You smiled nasty, "oh, the guy who doesn't think certain people should be strung up by their scrotums and bled dry like the pigs they are. Can I help you?" 

Canche blinked, "who do you think you are?"

Manny stepped in front of you and stood over the man, he had at least four inches on him, "someone who's a lot better than you." His tone was calm and not in a good way. You put your hand on his shoulder in hopes of getting him to relax but he didn't seem to notice.

"I think you need to walk away before things get bloody, Manny had every right to leave after what you did and I don't blame him. As for outsiders knowing about it, you can't complain, people talk when shit like that happens."

Canche's face got nasty, "you need to pull in your bitch, that kind of shit wouldn't fly in Yuma." 

You were grateful you saw Manny's reaction in slow motion because you managed to step in and stop it before Manny's fist found Canche's face. There was no way you could have prevented a fight if Manny really wanted one to happen, you could feel the strength coiled behind his lean muscle. You took his face in your hands and put yourself between Manny and Cache, "Manny listen to me. You have very nice hands, his face isn't worth it." 

Canche went to speak and you cut him off, spinning on your heel to face him, "he has four inches on you and he's younger and fitter, this doesn't end well for you if a fight starts. Now walk away before you get yourself hurt." Something about your tone must have knocked some sense into him because he was walking off in a huff. 

"You good?"

Manny swallowed, "that fucker...." You put your hand on his chest.

"That fucker has a higher rank than you, you can't just hit him." You were hoping he'd listen.

Manny calmed down and smirked at you, "you think I have nice hands?"

You thumped his chest, "grow up."

He threw his arm back over your shoulder and walked you into the Clubhouse, "come on Tesoro, I want to introduce you to the Yuma guys I like."

"I told you so, she's got a good head on her shoulders."

Marcus smiled at his wife, "I'll talk to Bishop and see what's going on there."

Someone cleared their throat, "you can try but Bish is pretty fed up, he might just yell at you."

They turned their heads, Angel was standing there sipping on a beer, his face neutral. 

"Where did you come from?" Marcus looked around like Angel had come from a puff of smoke.

He shrugged, "I want them to be happy." 

Being with Manny was effortless, you didn't even notice how things felt like nothing had changed, like you hadn't talked to each other in weeks. "They are far superior, I don't know how you can even stomach store bought tomatoes when you've had the ones I've grown."

He smiled, "I ain't saying that sweetheart, I'm saying that I can't come to your house and raid your garden every time I want dinner." 

"That's fair, but you're going to have to cook for me now just to prove you can."

He chuckled, "alright, I suppose you're right, I've eaten plenty of your food. I should pay you back."

You smiled, "I like the sound of that, what's on the menu?"

He thought for a minute, "what do you like?"

This was starting to feel like something else, "I'll eat anything but I'm a salt addict so that makes it easy for you." 

He nodded, "great, you bring the fresh stuff and I'll cook it."

You smiled, "I like the sound of that. I didn't even know you could cook."

He huffed, "I live all by my lonesome, I can't be eating takeout every day."

You smiled, "wow, handsome and capable."

You released what you said just after you said it, "you think I'm handsome?" 

"Oh shut up Emmanuel."

He chuckled, "so I'm Emmanuel now, there anything else you want to tell me?" 

Oh, so much. "Nope, nothing." Your mind was racing, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out again.

"You look like your having fun." You had never been so happy to hear Angel's voice.

"How do you keep appearing out of nowhere?"

He shrugged, "aren't you glad I convinced you to come?"

You nodded, "I am. But Canche's a dick."

Angel cocked his head in agreement, "yeah, we know."

Manny sighed, "if Marcus doesn't do something about him, Yuma's going to go to pieces."

Angel tutted, "maybe that's for the best, the rot starts at the top." 

You nodded, "Angel's right Manny, if the culture of the charter was different, Canche wouldn't have even thought about being on that monster's side. I'm sure you can think of times when that kind of attitude has been extended to other members. You wouldn't have transferred if it was a one time thing."

Manny smiled, "you're know more than you let on, don't you?" 

"I'm very observant."

Angel shook his head, "not observant enough."

You sighed, you didn't have the energy to deal with Angel being cryptic. "I'm gonna get us some beer, you want something y/n?"

You nodded, "just a water please." Angel headed to the bar, leaving you and Manny alone again.

"You don't drink?"

You shook your head, "I get migraines, so no, I don't."

Manny grunted in sympathy, "shit, that sucks."

You sighed, "yeah, it does." 

Manny reached out and put his hand on your knee, "thank you for believing me."

He smiled, "wow, you must have encountered some assholes if you're thanking me for that."

You nodded, "yep."

Angel returned with a curious look on his face, "we good here?"

His eyes moved to Manny's hand on your leg and Manny removed it to take the beer from him, "yep, all good." You nodded your head quickly in agreement. 

The food came out about an hour later, and you all headed up to get a plate. People were drunk now and the talking got louder and less casual. It was the reek of cheap whiskey that clued you in that someone was standing closer than they should be. You turned your head and were met with a very drunk Canche, "you right there?" 

He shook his head and sipped his drink, "I wanna know why you're so interested in a traitor."

You could feel Manny stiffen behind you, "I don't need to explain anything to you, stop ruining my night."

He spun and faced you and Coco grabbed Manny's elbow and spoke softly to him, "she can handle herself." 

You stepped back and crossed your arms, "did you not hear me, what are you still standing here for, you have your food, you don't need to bother me."

He huffed, "you have spent the whole night strutting around like you own the place, I wanna know where it comes from."

You bit the inside of your cheek, "you're projecting, now walk away, I will not hesitate to protect myself." 

The room had gone quiet, everyone paying attention to you and Canche "Oh, you're so big and tough, I bet you beg....." That was the last straw, you acted faster than Canche could think, your fist coming to strike his throat. You pushed him against the bar and got close to his face.

"The last man to mention me begging isn't adjusting well to being blind on account of my thumbs going into his eyeballs. Do not give me a reason to alleviate you of yours." 

Someone went to step forward but you stopped by the sound of a gun coming out of its holster, "come any closer to me and he loses his foot. I want to finish my conversation."

Manny swallowed and glanced away from the scene, turning to Coco, "I didn't know she carried."

Coco shrugged, "I think that was the point bro." 

Canche was shocked, he was smart enough to know how this would go if he stepped wrong, "I think you are the worst kind of person, you aren't just a monster, you help monsters hurt children because you're too greedy to make the call, and it's not even a hard call. I have nothing to say to you and no reason to explain myself." 

Angel was standing with Marcus along the front wall, watching on in amusement, "you want me to do something about that?"

Marcus shook his head, "nah, Canche should have taken Manny leaving as a hint to humble himself." 

You let him up and he adjusted his kutte, looking around for support but finding none, "you got a mouth on you." 

The kick to his testicles had him going down like a lead balloon and then Manny was pulling you away, "hey, y/n. That's enough."

Canche pushed himself up and went to speak, but the look in your eyes had him second guessing, "go off and lick your wounds, don't make me take action you'll really regret." He hobbled away and the music kicked back on, Manny was standing there wide eyed and impressed. 

"Wow, I didn't know you had that in you."

You smiled, "there's a lot you don't know about me Emmanuel." 

Knock knock

Manny opened the door with a smile and you lifted the bag of fresh fruits and vegetables, "hello."

He took the bag from your hand, "hi, please come in."

You threw off your shoes and walked in, looking around his cosy apartment, "wow, you are clean."

He smiled and put the bag on the counter, "is that a surprise?"

You nodded, "for the most part, no offence but most men I know who live alone only change their sheets once a year."

He screwed up his face in disgust, "oh that is so gross."

He started unpacking and opened the fridge, getting out a jug of water before offering it to you, "and gold star service, what's on the menu tonight?"

He smirked and smelled the herbs, "with all this? something really good."

You sighed, "so it's a surprise?"

Manny nodded, "yep, you wanna help?"

"Of course I do." He slid an onion across the table then handed you a knife and a cutting board, he watched you as you cut it, "ok, I'm very impressed, a clean house, cold water and a knife so sharp it could cut bone. You are very capable."

He grinned, "wait until you eat the food."

He crushed the garlic under his palm then ran his own knife through it, "I'm happy you're choosing to season your food, I would stop being friends with you if you only used one clove."

He snorted, "I wouldn't blame you. You've been everywhere, what's your favourite dish?"

You thought for a moment, "ooo, that's hard. Like I told you, I'm a salt fiend so I love salt baked stuff. I have this salt baked chicken in France that I ate almost every day. I managed to get the recipe, needless to say, I have to stop myself from cooking it all the time."

He licked his lips, "shit that sounds good, you better cook it next time we all come over. What about sweets?"

"Chocolate mud cake, made with buttermilk, browned butter and lots and lots of chocolate."

He moaned, "ok, enough. You're making me drool."

You chuckled, "wait till you walk into the house and smell the chicken cooking, it creates this super salty juice that is amazing on fresh rice…"

He threw a tea towel at you with a smile, "you're making me feel inadequate."

You pressed your lips together to stop a laugh, "first time?"

He smirked, "maybe." You couldn't hold it any longer and neither could Manny, his face split into a grin as you started to laugh. You both laughed until you ran out of breath, then the oven timer sang.

He was right, the food was amazing. He had cooked a whole spread, a vegetable quiche with veggies from your garden, beef tacos with pickled red onions, a herb and rice dish with chicken broth and the most delicious strawberry tart.

Everything was perfectly seasoned and cooked, by the end, you were stuffed full and happy. "That was delicious."

He smiled, "thank you, I guess now that I've proven I can cook, I'll be helping you all the time?"

You nodded, "yep, there'll be no getting out of it now but it means you'll get the first pick on taking leftovers home. Was this your master plan?"

He held his hands up, "you got me, the only reason I did this is so you'll acknowledge my skills and ask me to help you cook every time."

You smiled, "I'm fine with that."

"What's got you all happy?"

Manny had been smiling all morning, "nothing."

Bishop didn't believe him for one minute, "really? Because you've been grinning like an idiot since you got in this morning, you wanna tell me the truth?"

Manny shook his head, "really, it's….."

Angel sat down next to them with a smile, "so it has nothing to do with your dinner last night?"

Bishop's eyebrows wrinkled, "what?"

Angel smiled, "Manny and the good doctor had dinner at his place last night."

Manny huffed, "it was just dinner, she left after the dessert."

Angel didn't drop his smile, "so it wasn't a date?"

Manny sighed, "no it wasn't. Just because you are an ungrateful asshole doesn't mean I am. I just wanted to thank her for all the cooking she did."

Angel tutted, "you could have taken it to her house, you didn't need to invite her over."

Bishop grunted, "Angel, that's enough. Leave Manny alone."

Angel snorted, "if you say so Bish."

"Ok, what's the worst parent you've dealt with?"

You were thankful that they were talking about work and not your dinner with Manny, "it's always the same one, just in different bodies. I sometimes go to schools to work in severe bullying cases, and the perp's parents go on and on about how good their kid is. Most of the time, I meet parents and the child's behaviour makes so much more sense."

"Gee, do people really fuck up that bad?" You nodded at Gilly's question.

"All the time, parents are so blind that they truly ruin their children but not giving them discipline. As part of a state mandate, I have to work with a certain number of kids on behaviour programs. The parents are the reason whenever I've had to let patients go. Half the time, the kids want to change but part of that is the parents admitting they need to do better and it doesn't happen." 

They all seemed to understand, "what about you guys? I'm sure you've had some terrible customers."

They all shared a look before iz answered your question, "demon Dave and his wife. They were hell."

You leaned in, "tell me more."

Riz smiled, "they turn up in their SUV screaming that the odometer was running faster than they drove, turns out, they were both cheating and running it up seeing their side pieces." 

"Oh, that's just perfect. How did you find out?"

Taza smiled, "I caught the wife at a cafe. The worst part about is, the husband tried to sue us for emotional damage."

You gasped, "no, what happened?"

Angel sipped his beer with a smile, "it didn't get anywhere, he was also stealing from his work, our lawyer found out and threatened to ruin his life." 

Something didn't add up, "how did your lawyer find out?"

Coco smiled, "Chucky."

You smiled, "good old Chucky, God I love that dude."

You had stopped by the garage for an oil change, Coco greeting you with a smile. "You have to meet Chucky, you will love him." While EZ drove your car undercover, Coco walked you into the office and introduced you to the man sitting at the desk. 

He stood up and walked over, that was when you saw his hands. Coco didn't wait for you to ask, not that you would, "the Triad cut them off because he couldn't stop touching himself."

You blinked, "CMD miss."

You nodded, "I'm really sorry you struggled with that and I'm sorry someone chopped off your fingers." 

He shrugged, "I am healing."

You smiled, "well, that's all that matters. Now I have some time before my car's done and since Coco told me I'd like you, tell me about yourself." 

"What about you Manny? I'm sure you have some tails from Yuma."

Manny smiled, "Canche was the only asshole there."

You laughed, "wow, you really don't like the man."

Manny shook his head, "no one does."

Taza agreed, "we don't really like Yuma, to be honest."

You nodded, "I can see that, the tension is palpable when they're here. Are there people I need to be worried about?" 

They looked at each other, "you're a smart woman, I'm sure you know without us telling you."

You smiled softly, "yeah, I've noticed that with certain guys, you tend to give the women they're talking to pressing tasks before they head to the dorms. My question is, why doesn't Marcus know that one of his chapters is filled with predators?"

They looked at each other, "we need Yuma, more accurately, Canche is in with some important people."

You sighed, "ahh, now I get it. It sounds like he needs to meet a sticky end and take the rest of the poison with him."

Bishop huffed, "you know, one day those great observation skills are going to get you into trouble." 

You raised your eyebrows, "if you were going to kill me for knowing the truth, you would have done it already. The fact is, you know I won't say anything to anyone and I know that lying to you about knowing how you make your money isn't worth the hassle." 

"You got some balls, you know that?"

You smiled, "I try Creep."

Manny looked deep in thought, "how did you figure it out?" You smiled, "when I first met you all, Coco had been clean for six months and yet there was Narcan everywhere, that combined with the fact that you always have someone on the line who seems to fix problems without even showing their face kinda clued me in." 

Bishop smiled, "you were a bit blunt about it, I think it's the reason I like you so much." 

"So, what's your read on us?"

You smiled, "you as people or you as drug dealers?" The Clubhouse was pretty much empty, just some the Santo Padre Mayans and some hang arounds, you were sitting with Manny, Hank and Bishop in the corner so it wasn't like anyone could hear you.

"Don't look so shocked, I'm a doctor, you don't think I can read people like open books?" Bishop blinked and went to respond but you cut him off, "I'm not going to tell on you, this isn't third grade and Coco is my friend. You don't need to worry about me, all I ask is that I never see the drugs."

Hank nodded, "we can do that."

You smiled, "great, then we have an agreement and we can go back to pretending like you're just mechanics and scrap metal dealers."

"Blunt is the only way to be. I spend my whole day finding nice and compassionate ways to say things, it's nice to be able to take off the white coat."

Manny smiled, "that must be hard, always being polite?"

You nodded, "it's harder when I have to go to court, one day I'm going to be on the news for killing a defence attorney."

Angel smiled, "ah, we'll bust you out if you do."

"Fancy seeing your here."

You smiled at the sound of Manny's voice, "well it is the only place to get good meat. I am not buying that package shit from the supermarket."

Manny strode up to the counter, "what's on the menu tonight?"

You sighed, "not for me, I feed my cats raw and they're out of food, they won't eat anything other than Felipe's stuff."

Felipe smiled, "what a ringing endorsement."

Manny nodded, "oh it is, you should see these cats."

Felipe chuckled, "I've seen lots of photos, they are very spoilt."

You shook your head, "what about you?"

He pointed to the spatchcock chicken, "I watched some fancy cooking show last night, I'm gonna do that thing where you cook the chicken under a brick."

"Oh, yum. It's literally called chicken under brick."

Manny laughed, "good to know, have you ever had it?"

You nodded, "once or twice, it's really nice. It's not better than my salt baked one though."

He shook his head, "stop teasing me."

Felipe sighed and handed you your meat while you handed over the cash, "thank you Mr Reyes, they will be very happy with this."

Manny got his chicken and walked out with you, Felipe giving you both a friendly wave goodbye. "I guess I'll see you on Friday?"

You shook your head, "sadly, no. I have a fundraiser on Saturday and as much as I love Fridays, they are kinda draining. I can't do both."

He looked disappointed, "where's the fundraiser?"

You leaned against your car, "Oakland, the Sunshine Road Centre. It's actually like ten minutes from the Clubhouse."

The smile of Manny's face was back, "guess where we are on Saturday?"

You mirrored his smile, "no?"

He nodded, "yep, Marcus wants us there to work out some stuff with the Sons, something about a new gang causing problems."

You nodded, "I thought they were out of the life?"

Manny huffed, "they are, have been for years. It didn't stop someone from sending then a threatening text about us."

You crossed your arms, "that's a worry, maybe it's an old group pissed that Jax gave the guns to the Mayans?"

He shook his head, "nah, they're good with everyone involved in that. The text had something in German, Juice, their tec guy says it was a Nazi thing."

Your eyes went wide, "well shit, that's not good."

He nodded in agreement, "we know, we'll talk to Marcus on Saturday and see if we have to go visit Charming."

"All you can do is wait, will Yuma be there?"

Manny shook his head, "nope, looks like their being frozen out, they had another stepped on batch last week."

You huffed, "as Angel said, the rot starts at the top."

He nodded, "I know. Oh well, even if I don't get to see you on Friday, we might run into each other."

"Maybe, although, I'm not sure if I want the guys to see me in an evening dress. I don't think they'd ever let me live it down."

He laughed, "oh, I know."

You smiled, "have fun for me on Saturday, because I'm going to be surrounded by rich assholes and I doubt I'll last till it ends."

He chuckled, "I will party on your behalf."

Angel saw your car pull away, waving to you from his bike as he pulled into his father's shop. He smiled when he saw Manny texting, swaggering up to him with a smirk, "you planning another dinner?"

Manny shook his head, "no, she was here buying stuff for her cats. What has gotten into you man, are you my fairy godmother or something?"

Angel got a twinkle in his eyes, "your fairy godmother, I like the sound of that."

Manny huffed, "I got to get this meat home, you gotta stop looking so deep into it man, we're just friends."

Angel walked into Felipe's shop, turning behind him, "if you say so."

Felipe had his arms crossed, nodding towards the door, "what was that son?"

Angel shrugged "you tell me pops, you saw them together."

Felipe tutted, "you might be right Angel but you can't force these things, they have to figure it out on their own."

Angel huffed, "and if they don't?"

Felipe shook his head, "they will, don't worry."

Angel smiled, "all I'm saying is, they might need a bit of help."

"Come on man, it's like ten minutes away, we can stop by."

Manny sighed, "she'll be inside, they won't let us in, it's a black tie event."

Coco shrugged, "nah, any bet she'll be outside, she hates that kind of shit."

Angel smiled, "see man, there's no reason not to drive by."

Manny shook his head, "you're not going to let this go, are you?"

"Nope." The pop of the 'p' coming out of Angel's mouth had EZ chuckling.

"Just do it bro, he's not going to drop it."

Manny rolled his eyes, "fine, we drive by once and if you can't see her, we come back."

Angel smiled and stood up, "great, we should go now before it gets too late."

EZ rolled his eyes, "why not make it a group thing, I'll come too."

After some back and forth, the group was Coco, Angel, Ez and Manny, Gilly smiling at Angel, "report back?"

"Hell yeah."

They took the van, choosing to leave the bikes because Manny was worried you'd come out and meet them even if you were enjoying yourself. When they drove by, you weren't there and Manny huffed, "see, we just wasted out time."

Coco shook his head, "give it ten minutes, she might come out." 

Manny sighed, "not what I agreed to."

EZ shrugged, "we need to pick up dinner anyway and the line is huge, we may as well wait."

He pointed to the food truck up the street and Angel nodded, "EZ's right, we should kill two birds with one stone or whatever." 

Seven minutes in, you walked out looking exhausted, Angel tapped Manny on the shoulder and pointed out the driver's window to where you were standing, Manny's breath catching in his throat. He blinked, time slowing as he took in the vision of you leaning against the wall. The tea length red dress and fluffy skirt made you look like something out of a fairytale, he was vaguely aware of someone talking, then someone was tapping him again, harder this time. 

"Dude, you right?"

Manny blinked, "yeah fine, she looks pretty had it. Maybe we should leave her alone."

Angel shook his head, "nah, we're just what she needs after dealing with those rich assholes all night." Angel got out of the car as the other followed, Manny couldn't help but join, his feet having a mind of their own as you pulled him in like you had cast a spell on him. 

You must have sensed that someone was walking close because you looked up from the ground and met eyes with Manny, your face breaking out into a smile as you waved gently. They walked over and stood around you, something had them smiling because they looked at Manny's expression then looked at each other. 

"Hey."

Manny smiled, "hey, you look...you look really nice."

Angel huffed, "really man, you're supposed to say she looks beautiful or radiant or something like that. Which you do by the way."

You smiled and met Angel's eye, "thank you but nice is perfectly fine." Manny pressed his lips together in an effort to stop himself was smiling, his eyes stuck on the way the dress made you look like a princess. 

"You look like shit."

You sighed, "thanks Coco, I feel like it too. If I have to spend another second hearing some banker tell me I'm doing the lord's work while they talk about their two million dollar yacht, I'm going to start throwing mini quiches at people. God I'm hungry." 

EZ pointed towards the food truck, "we were on our way to get food, you want something?"

You nodded emphatically, "I will kill for you if feed me." You held a finger up, "and I came prepared." You reached into the dress, Manny smiling at the fact that it had pockets, "six carne asada tacos, please, with extra veg."

EZ smiled, "done, you want anything to drink?" 

You nodded, "just water please."

He headed off, leaving you with the others, "were you heading home?"

Coco seemed to know the answer, "yes, I lasted till nine thirty, that's enough. I should have come to the party yesterday and told these people my cats had the runs or something. I'm pretty sure I wasted my whole night." 

Angel smiled, "it's not a waste now that we're here, is it?"

You shook your head, "no, actually, you might have saved the night."

He tapped Manny, "see Manny, we might have saved the night."

EZ returned with everyone's food and handed you yours, "thank you." He nodded, his own mouth full and Coco jutted his head towards the van, "we better go hide before some rich asshole comes out and wants to talk about his yacht more." 

Everyone walked towards the van, Manny opening the back for you and helping you up. "Thank you Manny."

He sat next to you and drove into his own meal, you legs almost touching, "how is it?"

You smiled, "so good, there's only so many bacon wrapped mini potatoes a person can eat while trying to act like a lady."

He laughed, "let me guess, you wanted to shove a whole handful in your mouth at once?" 

"Hell yeah, how else do people eat shit like that?"

The smile on his face was lighting up the van, "agreed, how are your tacos?"

You stuck up your thumb, "so good. I was hungrier than I thought. Yours?"

He nodded, "real good, they'd be better with shit for your garden, though."

You smiled, "you said it, not me." 

By the time the food was done, you were yawning and ready to head home. "Thank you gentlemen for salvaging my night, but I think it's time I bid you adieu."

Manny stood up, "I'll walk you to your car."

Behind him, Angel was grinning. "Thank you Manny." He walked you to your car, leaning over the door as you stuck the key in the ignition and turned it over. 

"ppppppp...pp." 

You sighed and dropped your head onto the steering wheel, Manny looking on in worry, "ahhh, not again. The fucking spark plug is gone, I'll have to call myself a cab."

He shook his head, "we'll take you back home, I'll call the others and get your car taken to the Clubhouse, Marcus will make sure they look after it."

You shook your head, "I can't ask you to take me back home, it's forty five minutes away." 

He shook his head, "nah, don't worry about it. I'm sure they guys with be happy to help." You went to protest but he stopped you, "really, I think you'll hurt Coco feelings if you get a cab."

You sighed, "fine, but only if they agree too." He held his hand out and helped you out of your seat, "thank you Manny." 

You walked back to the van, being met with quizzical stares, "what's going on?"

You shrugged, "my car's fucked."

Coco nodded, "we'll take you home."

Manny smiled, "see Tesoro, I told you we'd be happy to drop you off."

You rolled your eyes, "fine, you don't all need to be so wonderful."

Coco huffed, "you can thank us with cake."

You nodded, "alright, are you sure? I don't want you driving back and forth." 

Angel shook his head, "we have to check on the Clubhouse anyway, make sure everything is alright."

Your eyes wrinkled, "because Riz and Tara are going to burn it down in the few hours you're away?"

EZ snorted, "they might."

You shook your head, "alright, thank you again."

Coco smiled, "give us yours keys, we'll get a tow to take your car back to the Clubhouse." You handed them over and Coco went to make the call while you relaxed in the van, Manny sitting next to you. 

"How are the cats?"

You smiled, "so good, Sir Fluffernutter tried to steal my sandwich today, turns out he hates rye bread."

Manny laughed, "he is such a little shit."

You smiled, "I know, he's the problem child."

Coco returned with a smile, "Marcus is happy for us to drop you off, he's going to send Medina to pick up your car, you right with that?"

You nodded, "fine, thank you again, I can't thank you guys enough for all the trouble you're going to." 

EZ nodded, "I'll wait here, you guys head off."

Coco tossed EZ your keys, "thanks man." With a little bit more back and forth, you were off. It didn't take long for the conversation to pick up as they asked you about your night and laughed along as you went into detail about the people you met. 

"One dude went right for the weird shit, asking if I work with serial killers, I'm pretty sure he has a bunch of heads in his freezer."

Angel huffed, "does that happen often?"

You nodded, "oh my God yes. College was the worst, I made the mistake of going to a frat party once and all they could talk about was Freud, I wanted to stab my eardrums out." 

Manny rolled his eyes, "you got more patience than me."

You smiled, "yes, I've noticed you get a little punchy when you don't like someone."

Coco huffed, "nah, that's just Canche."

You smiled, "he does really suck."

There was a rustle and Angel was producing a joint and offering it around. Manny took a puff and then suggested it to you as you shrugged, "why not, one isn't going to give me cancer." You inhaled and suppressed a cough, "wow that's a lot."

Coco chuckled, "you don't like weed?"

You huffed, "I'm civilized, cookies and gummies only. Plus, I can't smell like the devil's lettuce while I'm with patients." 

A few minutes later, the joint kicked in and you were reclining against the van, "you wanna stop somewhere?"

You nodded, "please Coco, I could eat a horse."

He pulled into a burger joint off the highway, "what do you want?"

You thought for a minute, "fries, ice cream, fries."

Manny laughed, "same here." It did take long for everyone to have their meals, Coco eating with one hand while he drove. 

"So, what cake do you guys want." They all started to talk at once, "good lord, one at a time."

It took their THC laden brains to answer before Angel spoke, "that strawberry one you made for Chucky, that was really good."

There were nods all around, "easy peasy." 

Time flew as you drove back home and before you knew it, you were pulling into your drive way. "Thank you again, I had a really nice time."

Angel smiled, "so did we."

He met eyes with Manny and Manny shook his head, "I'll walk you to your door." They smiled as Manny helped you off the step and walked you the short distance to your doorstep. 

Maybe it was the weed or the party but something came over you and you were placing a hand on his cheek while you pressed a kiss to the other, "goodnight Emmanuel."

He ached to reach out and hold you to him but he stopped himself, smiling as you walked inside, "goodnight y/n." 

The other were watching from the van, Angel smiling for ear to ear as Manny walked back. He went to say something when Manny climbed back into the back but Manny held up his hand with a head shake. 

"Not a word bro." 

Part 3

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“Fuck.. Michael just put it in already”.

“Beg for it baby and then I’ll let you get what you want so badly”.

He was teasing you by rubbing the head of his dick between your folds. Your wet juices coating his length.

“Please just fuck me. I’m so fucking horny for you Michael. Just please let me feel your heavenly cock inside of me”.

Gripping your thighs harder and pulling your legs apart and closer to your chest so that he had a completely view of you he lewdly spit on your pussy. Watching as it dripped down your folds.

“Please fuck me”.

Without warning he slammed his whole cock inside of you and started to thrust deeply.

Your eyes rolled at the back of your head at the way he was fucking you.. so fucking deep and so delicious.

“Fuck.. fuck you feel so good inside of me. Please.. please keep fucking me like that baby. Don’t fucking stop”.

“I’m not going to stop”.

His grip of your legs became tighter as he fucked you so good, not even caring about someone hearing your outside where the party was at.

“You feel so fucking good love. So tight and wet baby only for me”.

“Yes.. yes only for you.”

His eyes completely hypnotised by the way your breasts were bouncing and the sight of his cock disappearing inside of you.

You let out all the wonderful noises that Riz loved so much. Not giving a single fuck if someone outside could hear the sounds of your whimpering mess and the sounds of you fucking hard.

“Come for me baby girl. Make a mess on my dick”.

Throwing your head back in pleasure as you came hard. Your pussy pulsing around his cock making him spill his delicious seed in your warmth. The rhythm of his hips becoming uneven as he fucked you both through the orgasms.

“Yeah you love having my cum inside of you baby girl”.

“Yes.. so fucking much.. so delicious”.

Once you both came down from the clouds he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips, his cock still buried deep inside of you.

“I think that maybe all those people outside just heard us fuck Michael”.

“I don’t care and I’ll gladly let them hear again if that means I get to fuck you even more”.

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Drabbles-MC Masterlist

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

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

Fic-list under the cut!

👀 = smut, 💔 = angst

Mayans MC Characters:

- EZ Reyes Fics

- Angel Reyes Fics

- Bishop Losa Fics

- Coco Cruz Fics

- Nestor Oceteva Fics

- Neron “Creeper” Vargas Fics

- Hank Loza Fics

- Gilly Lopez Fics

- Marcus Alvarez Fics

- Che "Taza" Romero Fics

Michael “Riz” Ariza Fics:

- Reckless

- Wipeout

Miguel Galindo Fics:

- Business Trip

- Withered 💔

Guero Fics:

- Always Here Anyway

Canche Fics:

- Trustfall

Sons of Anarchy Characters:

- Herman Kozik Fics

- Opie Winston Fics

- Filip “Chibs” Telford Fics

- Jax Teller Fics

- Juice Ortiz Fics

- Happy Lowman Fics

- David Hale Fics

- Alexander “Tig” Trager Fics

- SOA/Mayans MC Headcanons

Narcos/Narcos: Mexico Characters:

- Javier Peña Fics

- Horacio Carrillo Fics

- Steve Murphy Fics

- Walt Breslin Fics

- Amado Carrillo Fuentes Fics

- Isabella Bautista Fics

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

- Hugo Martinez Fics

- Chepe Santacruz Fics

María Elvira Fics:

- Favors Owed 👀

Danilo Garza:

- Things Like That 👀

Amat Palacios Fics:

- Just A Bad Feeling 💔

Officer Trujillo Fics:

- Looking On

Andrea Nuñez Fics:

- At Your Service

Sal Orozco Fics:

- Cómo Puedo Ayudar?

Enedina Arellano Félix Fics:

- Adamant

Jorge Salcedo Fics:

- Debts Paid

Other Fandoms:

- MCU Fics

- The Bear Fics

- The Bikeriders Fics

- Top Gun Maverick Fics

- Suicide Squad Fics

- Kingsman Fics

- John Wick Fics

- Altered Carbon Fics

- Outer Banks Fics

- Stranger Things Fics

- Silent Night Fics:

- Speaking Volumes (Brian Godlock x F!Reader)

- Better Call Saul Fics:

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

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

- House MD Fics:

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

- At Least (Greg House x James Wilson)

- Bullet Train Fics:

- Pretty and Unscathed (Carver x Ladybug)

- Emily the Criminal Fics:

- Waking Hours (Youcef Haddad x GN!Reader)

- Law & Order: SVU Fics:

- Stomping Grounds (Mike Duarte x F!Reader)

- On the Ledge (Mike Duarte x GN!Reader)

- Our Flag Means Death Fics:

- Retelling the Story (Stede Bonnet x Edward Teach)

- Here We Are (Stede Bonnet x Edward Teach)

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

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

[imagines-for-the-unpopular]

Bad Morning

Pairing: Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza x f!Reader

Warnings: none

Request: this one is for @everyhowlmarksthedead​, I love you so much!!

Prompt: 29. I overall hate the human race, but you aren’t too horrible; bearable, at least. 

Word count: 461

A/N: This is my first time writing for Riz so I hope I did him justice and didn’t turn out too OCC. Page breaker at the end made by @solari-writes-things​.  Gif is mine.

The sun peaked through the curtains and reached your eyes, stirring you from your sleep. With an annoyed grunt you tried to pull your blanket over your head, but an arm that was sneaked around waist, halted you in your movement. You didn’t know when Riz got home last night, but you were glad now he was here beside you.

You turned in his direction and scouted closer to him to buried your face in his chest as an escape from the rays of the sun. You must have awake Riz with your antics, because you could hear his soft chuckle as you finally found your place again.

“What is it you find so funny?” you asked, still annoyed that your peaceful sleep was disturbed.

“Nothing, mi amor, nothing” he answered still amused at your behavior. You didn’t see him, but you knew he was grinning at you.

“You better wipe that grin off of your face or I will do it for you” you mumbled against his chest. You were not a morning person and he knew that well.

“Okay, okay, I am all serious now” he tried to convince you, but he failed miserably. You reluctantly pulled back to look at him disapprovingly.

“Michael Ariza I can’t believe you just lied to me” you chided him with as much disappointment in your voice as you could muster at this early hour. Riz couldn’t hold back a laugh at your not so convincing evil stare.

“Sorry, sorry” he chuckled again, “but we have to leave soon…” he continued on a more serious note, but you didn’t let him finish.

“No, no, no, I am not going. I hate people. I am staying here in bed.” you exaggerated, leaning back on his chest.

“Every people? Even me?” he pouted, nudging your side.

“Eh, I overall hate the human race, but you aren’t too horrible; bearable, at least.” you answered, this time unable to hold back your smile. You looked up at him a twinkle in your eyes. “You know what? I quite like you.”

“You just like me?” he asked mockingly.

“Hm..” you contemplated “One could also call it love”

“Yeah?” he asked, while gently cupping your face. You giggled like a schoolgirl and leaned closer, your lips only a breath away.

“Yeah” as you breathed your answer, you closed the distance. Your hand got tangled in his hair as you deepened the kiss, only breaking it for air.

“Riz?” you whispered againt his lips.

“Hm?” he hummed.

“I love you”

“I love you too, y/n” he whispered and his mouth was back on yours again.

As he flipped you over and hovered above you, you knew that your bad mood was long forgotten and that you won’t leave this bed for a long while.

Tag list: @everyhowlmarksthedead​, @moonsofangel​