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[ravennaortiz]

The guys reaction to accidently hurting you- Mayans version

Angel- He feels awful. He had been playing around fighting EZ with the pool cues in the clubhouse. Bishop had already warned them to chill but they had disregarded him. Now he was holding you close as you cried and blood ran down your face. Shhing you as you yelled at him for being an idiot and if your nose was broken you would break his. Your threats of shocking the stick up his ass and making him your puppet quieted as he tried to kiss you into silence.

Bishop- "Its a small burn, it barely hurts" you tell him again. He hears you but is too lost in his mind. "Its doesn't matter. I should have been more careful. These things kill" continued Bishop as he frantically tossed all his cigarettes and cigars into the trash. "You hate the smell anyway. I should have stopped years ago" he continued before looking around the clubhouse at all the others smoking as if he hadn't almost caught his wife on fire. "Effective immediately no smoking!" he bellowed as he grabbed the fire extinguisher as you shook your head.

Bottles- He had been trying to impress you. You made him nervous and he had no idea how to tell you he liked you. Which is what led him to trying to show you a magic trick. Unfortunately he had messed up when he saw you smiling at him and he had squirted tequila and lemon directly into your eyes instead of into the cup you were holding. He was barely keeping himself from crying as he watched EZ help you flush your eyes out.

Coco- He had just been trying out a different technique in the bed room. He hadn't meant to make you guys into a sex sent me to the er episode. The nurse and doctor certainly had not won him any points when they said going forward more tongue and less teeth would be best. Glancing over at you on the couch with an ice pack on your lady parts he tried again to apologize. "My bad-" . "Tell it to my clit you almost ripped off" you snapped cutting him off . "Alright then" replied Coco with a shrug before moving to the floor between your legs. "Yo my apologies" he said staring diirectly at your crotch.

Creeper- He's worried you will leave him. The whole time its all he can think about as Angel drives you guys to the hospital. He can't even plead his case, he knows he's guilty. Accident or not. He should not be forgiven for harming his woman. "Guess its safe to say I wont be running away from you anytime soon" you manage to croak out as you try not to look at your swollen and wrongly turned ankle. Creeper frowns as Angel hits a bump in the road jolting you. "Careful" he snaps. Angel scoffs and mutters something only you hear making you laugh. "What was that?" demands Creeper. "I said next time you want to be kinky maybe play were wolf coming through the bedroom window and not the damn woods" replied Angel as he sent Creeper a grin.

EZ- He busies himself. Trying to keep his mind off how your broken hand is his fault. You had been on him about how the trailer needed repairs. The door swung shut to fast and the steps were getting rusty. He had agreed and said he would fix them.... he just never seemed to have time between the club, you and his pops. Now though as you sat in an inflatable pool drinking a margarita with your hand in a bright pink cast he had time.

Gilly- He feels so much shame. You always called him your big teddy bear. Told him how much you loved being wrapped in his arms especially when he gave you surprise hugs from the back. He didn't realize you had a knife. The morning had started off like any other in your household. Your daughter was set at the table eating her cereal as you worked on cutting open a pack of bacon. One minute you were struggling to cut through the packaging as your daughter talked about going to the park and the next you were watching blood pour onto your kitchen floor as your daughter screamed and Gilly yelled.

Guero-He is furious with himself. Honestly if he could he would sprout a second him just to beat the shit out of it. He's snappy as everyone tells him it was an accident and to not be so hard on himself. Even your words can't soothe him. He vows never to play around with you again as the little old lady at the grocery store glares at him. "Its not my first black eye" you state as you toss candy bars into the cart. "Barely felt it, like being punched by a sad cloud" you continue as you watch him roll his eyes. "Yeah that why you were crying so much?" he dead panned making you laugh.

Manny-He's silent and methodical as he checks you over. His eyes and brow furrowed in worry as he notes the flinch as his fingers trace over a sore spot on your back. You whine and his heart feels like you stabbed him. He's about to apologize again but you cut him off with a joke. "You know when I said I wanted you to break my back I meant it as a metaphor for sex not for you to literally break my back". Manny closes his eyes as he chuckles quietly. "Guess I gotta be a Doctor Manny now huh mami?". "Only if you give me an injection" you reply tossing him a glance over your shoulder.

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[drabbles-mc]

Never Been Us

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language, angst, mentions of character death

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: the way i've been so blocked up and unable to finish fics and somehow i finished 2 in the last 2 days. no idea where it came from but I'm not questioning it. i started and finished this tonight. throwing it out there before i can second-guess myself lmao

When Angel rolled into your driveway and saw your front door open, the first thing that went through him was panic. You’d never been the type that was stupid or reckless enough to leave your front door open. And with the way that things had been going in Santo Padre, what with the club and the cartels and Border Patrol moving in, you were less likely than ever to leave yourself so vulnerable. Hell, lately whenever Angel showed up your door had not only been closed, but also locked.

Putting the stand down on his bike, he left his helmet hanging off the handlebar and started making his way towards your front door. He’d pulled his gun from his kutte before he even had one foot on your front step. He kept his breath trapped in the back of his throat as he clutched his gun tight. He kept it pointed down towards the ground for now, but he was ready for that to change.

He stepped through the threshold, one boot hitting the paper-thin throw rug just inside your door. It hardly muffled the sound. Before he could bring the other half of his body into your house, though, you popped up, quickly coming around the corner.

The sudden nature of both your appearances had you both cursing in surprise. You hugged the box in your hands tighter to your chest as your half-yell turned into a sigh of relief mixed with exhaustion. All of the emotions that just shot through you were evident as ever as you said, “What the fuck, Angel?”

His eyebrows were still practically in his hairline as he tucked his gun back away again. “The fuck you got your door open for? Had me thinkin’ someone fuckin’ broke—” He cut his own sentence off as he really took in the sight of you, the box in your hands that was hastily labeled BEDROOM. “What…?”

The confusion on his face made you unable to keep meeting his eyes. Your gaze dropped to the box you were holding, the seams of cardboard and tape suddenly more interesting than you would’ve ever imagined they’d be.  Even though you weren’t looking directly at him, you heard the way he was shifting in the doorway, looking back at your pickup truck. You knew he’d see the other boxes you’d already stacked in the bed of it. You weren’t quite done loading up yet, but you were getting there.

He waited for you to look at him again before asking, “What’s going on?”

There was only one answer to his question, and it was an obvious one. But you knew that if the shoe was on the other foot you’d be doing the same thing—you’d need to hear him say it. Clearing your throat, you gave a shrug that accomplished nothing in terms of softening the blow of, “I’m leaving.”

His frown deepened, confusion transforming into hurt that almost had you rethinking your decision to get the hell out of Santo Padre. “L-leaving? You can’t…you can’t just leave.”

“Angel—”

“Nah,” he shook his head, “nah you don’t get to do that. You can’t just leave. You didn’t even—were you even gonna tell me?”

The lump in the back of your throat felt like it was on the brink of choking you. “Yeah.”

“Before you crossed fuckin’ county lines?”

Tears stung your eyes. “Angel, please.”

He backpedaled out your doorway and back onto your front step. “Don’t do that. Don’t say my name like that, like I fuckin’ matter to you.”

“You do—”

“You’re leaving me. You can’t stand there with your shit all boxed up,” he gestured to you and the bed of your truck, “and try to tell me I fuckin’ matter to you.”

There was no getting out of this argument now. It was an argument you’d been planning to have over the phone, an argument you were hoping would happen when there were more than a few area codes between you. You didn’t want it to be like this—not because he didn’t matter, but because he mattered too much. And you knew that if you had to look into those sad, puppy-dog eyes and tell him that you were leaving, and if you had to tell him why, you just might hang it all up and not leave at all. You couldn’t afford that.

There was no avoiding the argument but you didn’t want to do it while standing there holding a box that had books and trinkets from your bookshelf packed inside it.  You slipped past him without a word and walked down to your truck. Angel didn’t follow, hanging back and watching as you set the box on the tailgate and gave it a strong push to send it sliding and landing right alongside the others.

When you walked back past him and into your house, that was when he decided to follow you. He shut the door behind the two of you, following you through your now essentially empty home. It was strange for him to walk through your living room and not see all of your picture frames and plants, the art prints that had covered your walls. You stopped in the kitchen, leaning back against the counter and facing him. You watched him look around, take in the fridge that was no longer covered in magnets and photographs and takeout menus. No more dishes in the sink or drainboard, no more succulents on the windowsill. Seeing it all empty made him remember that you were just renting this place anyway, that you could pack up and leave whenever you wanted. And now you were. Then the hurt and anger swelled up in his chest again.

“Why?” he asked.

You let out a hollow laugh, raking your fingernails along your scalp before letting your arms fall back to your sides again. “You’re really asking me that? This…this town is fucked, Angel. You know that. I know you’ve been waist-deep in your shit with the club but…but that’s the exact type of shit I’m talking about.”

“This town’s always been fucked, querida,” he tried to argue, tried to pepper in a pet name like it would change anything. “What’s so different now?”

The answer to that question made bile creep up your throat. You didn’t think that you could say it to him. Not the real answer, the raw unedited cut of it. “Everything,” you answered, a shake to your voice that was never there when you talked to him.

“C’mon,” he said, tone softer than it had been this entire time as he stepped in towards you. “Don’t leave me like this. Don’t do this to me.”

“This isn’t just about you.”

“No, it’s not,” he agreed. He put his hands on your hips, pulling himself closer to you. His voice dropped to something just above a whisper. “After all the shit we—”

“We?” you cut him off, not yelling but your tone cutting nonetheless. “We? You’re choosing now to start throwing that word around?”

His brows came together, offended and confused. “What’re you talkin’ about? It’s always been us.”

You laughed, a cruel sound as tears prickled along your waterline again. “Oh, has it? It’s always been us?”

“Yeah, what’re you—”

“It’s never been us, Angel. Never. It’s been you, chasing around every girl who stumbles into that clubhouse and then running back to me when you get bored of them. It’s been you going out being reckless with the club and then coming to me when you need someone to patch you up, someone to tell you that you’re right and they’re all wrong. It’s been you coming to me whenever it’s fucking convenient for you.” You pushed him away, a half-hearted shove. “And it’s been me fucking letting you.”

“I—”

“And I would’ve been fine still doing that. You know that? Fucking sad, but I would’ve done it. Would’ve just kept right on pretending that it was enough, or that it was going to change. But then—” you stopped short, still not able to spit the words out. “I just can’t do it anymore, Angel.”

Despite Angel’s lack of ability to really commit, to really let himself be with you in the way that you really wanted, he’d always done his best with what little he had for you. Over the years he’d been your shoulder to cry on, his flannels becoming tissues for you. He’d set you loose in the scrapyard when your anger bubbled up so much that you needed to break something because it was the only alternative you had to hurting yourself or someone else—even gave you the gloves and safety glasses to do it the right way. He’d kept the other side of your bed warm when you were both feeling lonely, making the lines defining what you two were really start to blur.

He’d been there with you through all of that and yet he hadn’t ever seen the emotion saturating your expression now. He’d never seen you so afraid. Your arms were crossed tightly over your chest, fists clenched as tightly as you could manage. Your leg bounced no matter how much you tried to will it to stop. He’d never seen you like this. How had it gotten so bad?

He stepped in close to you again. Placing his hands on the outsides of your arms, he gave you a light, reassuring squeeze. “What’s got you so scared?”

You shook your head, staring down at the floor because you couldn’t make yourself look at him. “I can’t.”

“What?”

“I can’t stay here. I can’t be comfortable here. I’m not…I’m not safe here.”

He brought one hand up to cup the side of your face. His thumb traced gently along your cheek in a way that made your bottom lip tremble. “I’ll always keep you safe, querida. You know that.”

He sounded so earnest but you knew too much now to be able to believe it. You’d tried. God, you had tried so hard to buy into that the last few weeks but you just couldn’t fool yourself. “I don’t.”

“What the fuck happened?”

Tears finally made their way to your cheeks, racing along the lines of Angel’s hand as it remained holding your face. You didn’t want to say it. You didn’t even want to think about it, but it’s all that was playing through your mind. Truthfully, it was the thing that had been playing through your mind every day since it had happened.

You could still hear it so vividly, the sound of him pounding on the door to your house. It hadn’t been his bike engine that woke you up, it was his aggressively frantic knocking on your front door. Looking back you were surprised that he hadn’t slammed it clean off its hinges. You were also surprised that you hadn’t tripped and fallen half a dozen times on your way to the front door from your bedroom because your eyes weren’t fully open and you weren’t anywhere close to fully awake.

“Alright, alright!” you half-shouted from your side of the door. You dumbly fiddled with the locks until they came undone.

Angel practically threw himself through the door. He was haphazardly grabbing for you, leaving for you to try and untangle yourself from his long limbs just to be able to close and lock the door again. You’d hardly heard the click of the lock and he was pulling you tight to him. He had his arms wrapped around you in such a way that you couldn’t even effectively hug him back. You just pressed your cheek against his hoodie, helpless to do anything else.

“Talk to me,” you said, managing to free one of your arms so that you could do your best to return his embrace.

He mumbled something into your shoulder, words that you couldn’t make out. He finally pulled back away from you, far enough so that you could see his face, the smears of blood that disappeared into the coarse hairs of his beard.

“It’s all my fault,” the words fell from his lips, raspy and choked as he repeated the sentence over and over again. “It’s all my fault. I, it’s all my fuckin’ fault.”

“What’s your fault, Angel?”

The sound of you saying his name got him to look at you, tears in his eyes and worry creasing his brow deeper than you thought was possible. His stare was so sad, so intense it had you pinned to the spot. Even when he pulled away from you, you felt like you couldn’t step in close to him again, feet glued to the floor. That was when you saw it, though, all the blood standing his palms and fingers.

You swallowed hard, what little exhaustion had still been clinging to you completely froze away. “Angel, talk to me. What happened?”

He looked down at his hands and then back at you. he knew what you were seeing, could only imagine what you were thinking. “I didn’t—it wasn’t supposed to go down like that. I tried to save her but I couldn’t…”

You finally forced yourself to move. You collapsed the distance he’d put between you. “Who?”

“Gaby,” he forced out, shaking his head in disbelief as he did.

Fear shot down your spine. “What?”

“It’s all my fault,” he said again. “I shouldn’t have—I tried to—fuck,” his voice cracked and he gave up on trying to say anything else.

You had wanted more answers in the moment, but back then you hadn’t been able to ask for them. Instead you cleaned him up. You threw his clothes in the wash. You let him slip underneath the covers next to you and keep you wrapped up so tightly for what little was left of the night that you couldn’t even fall back to sleep. The next morning he was still there, eyes hollow as he made a pot of coffee in your kitchen. That morning he was standing almost exactly where he was standing right in front of you now.

Forcing yourself to stay in the present, you finally said, “You know what happened.”

He shook his head. “I don’t.”

“Everyone’s fuckin’ dying, Angel. I, I don’t wanna be next.”

“Hey, come on now. You know I’d never let that shit happen to you.”

You scoffed, more tears spilling down your cheeks. “I’m sure that’s what EZ told Gaby, too.”

Angel flinched at that, immediately deflating. You had never brought it up again after that night. Neither did he. Weeks went by and the two of you seemingly went back to normal, like that entire night had never happened. But it did happen. Gaby was dead—that part you knew. What you didn’t know, what Angel hadn’t told you, was that EZ was the one who had killed her. Angel blamed himself, especially after EZ had told him what his final conversation with Gaby had been, why he had decided it was the only thing to do. Angel was carrying around all that guilt but he hadn’t been the one who pulled the trigger. That was all EZ. That was all the guy who had promised to keep Gaby safe.

His voice was a whisper as he spoke, like he didn’t even fully believe himself. “This ain’t like that, though.”

“But it is,” you said, voice shaking. “Or it will be. That’s what this town, this world,” you rested your hand on the flash stitched into his kutte as you said it, “does. I can’t keep feeling like I’m on borrowed time.”

He sniffled, trying to stuff his emotions back down where he used to keep them so comfortably. “So you’re just gonna leave, then? Run away?”

You knew he wanted an argument. Being angry was so fucking easy. You didn’t want to give into it. “If it keeps me alive, then yes. I lo—” you stopped and switched course, “I care about you, Angel. But I’m not looking to die for anyone. I’m not…I’m not made for this.”

He was holding your face with both hands now, palms that just a few weeks before had been coated with blood. “Don’t leave me like this. Please.”

“Come with me.” It was your final offer, one you hadn’t planned on extending until the words were tumbling out.

He shook his head. “Don’t.”

“Come with me.” You rested your hands on top of his. “Get out and away from all this shit. We’ll start over.”

“It ain’t that simple.”

You threaded your fingers with his. “It is. Pack up your shit and throw it in my truck. And we’ll leave. That simple.”

He pulled his hands away from yours, stepping back from you again. Shaking his head, he brushed his hand quickly across his eyes—erasing any hint of tears and emotion that had been there until then. “I’m not running just ‘cause you are.”

“Maybe you should. Or maybe,” you shrugged helplessly, “maybe it was never about me—not for you, anyway.”

That gave him pause. He tried to get his expression to harden, give that tough, neutral gaze, but he couldn’t get it quite right. “I shouldn’t’a come here.” He shook his head. “Should’a let you run off with no goodbye the way you wanted.”

“Angel—”

He took another step back, getting himself closer and closer to your front door one stride at a time. “Go ahead, then. Get the fuck out—away from this town, away from me. Fuckin’…fuckin’ go.”

He turned on his heel and kept walking. It took a few seconds to will your feet to move, to go after him. Even with his long strides you were able to catch up before he reached the door.

“Angel.” You stepped in front of him. “Stop.”

You saw the mist in his eyes. Still, he tried to keep his voice sharp. “You’re leaving. No point in me staying here to watch you pack up the rest of your shit.”

You opened your mouth to try and say something else, try to conjure up something that would get him to change his mind. He didn’t let you. Pushing past you, he ripped open your door and stormed out of the house. Maybe it was just as well—it wasn’t as though you were going to come up with a magical string of words to get him to leave with you. Still, the impact of his shoulder slamming against yours hurt far more on an emotional level than it did on a physical one.

Turning, you went out onto the step. Your lip began to quiver as you watched him throw his leg over his bike and get ready to peel off. The sound of the engine seemed deafening, and you wonder how it hadn’t woken you on that night weeks ago. Then it got quieter the farther he rode. Then it was silent again. And all you could do was walk back inside to get the next box, leaving the door open behind you.

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Pity Party {C.V}

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Creeper looked around the room seeing absolutely no one. “They forgot.” He muttered looking down at the ground when suddenly he heard someone walk inside. He looked up seeing Y/n holding a small cake in her hands.

“Hi, Creep.” She smiled placing the cake down on the table. She looked around for a moment noticing it was only them. Her face dropped for a moment before she quickly pulled him into a hug.

He instantly crumbled from her touch, letting the tears he had been holding fall. He knew it was pathetic to be upset over something like this. The guys were probably busy. And plus he was a guy, he shouldn’t be crying, especially not over this.

“It’s okay.” Y/n whispered her grip tightening around him. “It’s okay..” She pulled away slightly cupping his face and using her thumb to wipe away a tear that had fallen “You have me.” She assured

He gently nodded as his hands fell to her waist. He let his eyes scan over her face for a moment before they stopped at her lips.

She moved her hand to the back of his head pulling him down and connecting their lips.

“You have me.” She murmured once they pulled away.

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“If you want me to shut up, you’d better make me shut up,” you practically scream. You’ve been arguing for over an hour, completely forgetting what you’re actually arguing over, but you’re too fired up to give a shit.

A smirk on his face, Bishop stands up, giving you the opportunity to see the growing bulge in his jeans. He knows you’re probably still pissed off about this morning, when he got called into work early.

“On the table,” he demands. “And spread your legs.”

Doing as he says, he buries his head between your legs, driving you fucking crazy.

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Chapter 4: The Love She Holds

Series: “She” Word count: 2,7k+ Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female! Reader Warnings: 18+; mayans mc typical warnings, unwanted touch, SMUT kinda A/n: What we're all been waiting for ✨ PS. If I reread this one more time before posting I'll probably scrape it all bcs I'm never satisfied 😩 If you enjoyed reading this please reblog and let me know your thoughts!

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For the next few days, Angel can’t look you in the eyes—hell, he can’t even bring himself to leave his room when he hears you shuffling around the apartment. He waits for the sound of the lock shifting in the door before he can bring himself to stick his head out of his safe haven. 

Angel knows he’s the one that fucked up this whole thing with you. He was lonely, and you were in his life for such a long ass time. You’ve never let him down—not even once. You are the sweetest person he’s ever met, yet you can still kick his ass when he’s being a dick. Falling in love with you was inevitable, but he didn’t know it would happen so fast—so soon. 

The man sighs as he leans his elbows on the wooden counter, listening to the wheezing of the coffee machine as hot black liquid spurts into the mug. The sound was tickling his nerves in a certain—very annoying—way. It didn’t make him even slightly angry before the bath incident, but now he just can’t stand it—it makes his head hurt. 

He slams his fist onto the counter, cursing loudly. The coffee spills over the edge of the mug and barely misses his hand. 

“I should fuckin’ do something,” he murmurs to himself through clenched teeth. Since when was he afraid to go after a woman he loves? He’s never been a goddamn pussy. What changed?

You are just so different than anyone Angel’s ever been with. He doesn’t want to lose you—can’t fucking stand the thought of you walking away. He has to do something. 

He drops Maverick off at Felipe’s house—gives them some abuelo-nieto time while he drives over to the bar where you work. It’s a shithole—a very suspicious one at that—yet the parking lot in front is almost full. The neon sign above the door flashes on and off when Angel slams the door of his car shut. Jesus, it’s gonna give someone a headache or a fucking seizure.

Entering this building was probably one of the worst mistakes in life—the man thinks as he’s greeted by a couple almost going at it by the entrance. The skinny blond dude has his hand down the poor girl’s skimpy skirt as she moans loudly in his ear, hips rolling into his palm. Fucking disgusting. 

He was doing the same exact shit back in the day when he was dumb, reckless, and didn’t care about anyone other than himself. But now the view makes him almost gag. 

The brunet pushes past the lovebirds—or rather fuckbirds—through the narrow hallway to the main area. The dimmed red lights flashing above his head and the music that makes every wall pulse with the beat make it seem like more of a club rather than a bar. He’s surprised when he takes a few more steps and a woman dressed in booty shorts with her whole tits out passes by him with a tray full of colorful shots. What the fuck is this place?

Angel looks around wildly, searching the topless women’s faces in fear he’ll recognize one of them. He pushes past the swaying bodies in the middle of the room, and then he sees you—working behind the bar.

He’s relieved when he notices that your chest is covered by one of those bralette thingies you like to wear so much. But he’s not sure whether this relief comes from not wanting the pathetic men around the bar to stare at your perfect body or not wanting to get another surprise boner in front of you. 

“You didn’t tell me you’re a bartender now,” he yells through the loud music as your gaze finds him, your eyes widening in shock.

You serve one of the men at the bar a bottle of beer, popping the cap simultaneously, then you come back to Angel and squint at him, trying to find a clue as to why he turned up at your workplace and how he even knew where to find you. This bar was almost an hour's drive away from Santo Padre. 

“What the hell are you doing here? I do not have time to put up with your shit right now, Angel,” you sneer at him as you lean over the bar in hopes he’ll hear you better, take the hint and retreat back to his car. 

“I’m fucking sorry, alright?!” He throws his hands in the air in exasperation, almost knocking a drink out of some poor girl’s hand.

You blink once, then twice, and your eyebrows scrunch up in annoyance, “Fuck off.” You whip around and go the opposite way to serve another customer. 

That’s definitely not how Angel imagined this conversation would go. He didn’t know you were that mad at him. He was a moron to think you’d accept his apology without a peep in the middle of a sea of drunk strangers. This wasn’t a goddamn telenovela. 

The man sighs deeply in annoyance before following you to the other side of the bar. “Querida, can we talk? Give me five fucking minutes.”

At first, he’s sure you’ll just ignore him as your eyes almost pop out of your skull—that’s how hard you roll them at his words—but then you turn to him with teary eyes. “I’m at work. I can’t. You really couldn’t wait and ambush me when I’m home?” 

“It was an impulse,” he admits. Angel knew it was pretty dumb to think that if he came here, you’d drop everything, so he could explain himself and get rid of this guilt that’s been eating him alive for the past few days. “Please, querida.”

“Oh, for god’s sake,” you curse under your breath before waving over the other bartender and shouting through the noise to her that you’re taking a break. 

You join Angel on the other side of the counter and tug at his kutte, leading him toward the exit. Before you can even reach the hallway, someone bumps into you, their hands grabbing at your naked waist. 

“Hey there, bonita,” the man greets you. The smell of his cologne and cigarettes makes your eyes widen—you know it very well. 

Angel stands there for a second, his left brow raised in annoyance and confusion because you seem to know this guy—and he really doesn’t like that thought. He pushes the stranger’s hands off your body with a sneer. 

“Man, don’t fucking touch her like that.”

You catch Angel’s forearm and squeeze almost painfully, your nails digging into his inked skin. You don’t turn your head toward him even for a quarter of a second. 

“The hell? We’re friends, big guy.” The man’s deep voice and graying beard confuse him even more. Since when do you fancy fucking grandpas? 

“Uh, Cesar, hi,” you greet him, your voice squeaky and the upward quirk of your lips fake. The second the stranger’s gaze falls over your grip on the brunet’s arm, you release him. “Sorry, I’ve actually just finished my shift.”

“No, you fucking didn’t.” Cesar’s eyebrows and nose scrunch threateningly. Who the fuck is this guy to be talking to you like that?

You reply without missing a beat, “My kid’s got a fever. It’s an emergency.”

The old guy looks between your face and Angel’s before the grimace falls. The smirk taking its place isn’t any less threatening. “You must be the baby daddy, huh?” he asks, but his tone is clearly mocking.

You pray in your head that Angel will hold his short temper at bay. You know, one wrong word to Cesar equals a shit ton of trouble—even the satisfaction of wiping that disgusting smirk off his face wasn’t worth it. 

“Mi niña hermosa. So fucking good at riding, she got herself a biker,” Cesar almost moans those words out as his hand finds your hip, fingers toying with the belt loop of your dress pants. You don’t move to slap his hand away.

Angel raises his fist to punch him, his teeth gritting against each other almost audibly. Before he can deliver that hit, you push him aside and usher him out of the door. You don’t say another word to that Cesar guy—not even a goodbye—as he slips a bill into your back pocket and slaps your ass.

Angel is fucking livid because you know how to take care of yourself, he saw you kill a man before, crush his skull with your goddamn boot, and yet you just take the disrespect in silence. It’s not like you.

Once you’re out the door and out of earshot, he explodes. “Why the fuck did you let him treat you like that?!” His voice reverberates through the night air, earning the two of you a few concerned and annoyed glances from the bystanders. 

“That’s my boss. Now shut up and take me home,” you mumble, exhausted, looking around the parking lot in search of Angel’s car. “I spent an hour in the car with that dick to even get here, and now I’m going back after not even half of my shift just because you couldn’t wait to talk,” you rant, almost stumbling over your words.

When you reach the car, and he opens the door at the passenger side like always, he’s surprised to catch a glimpse of tears running down your cheeks. He joins you inside with a sigh, concerned eyes finding your head turned away from him as you stare through the side window. 

“Cariño, I’m sorry,” Angel whispers, his hand reaching to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

You sniffle, wiping your cheeks with your bare arm. “Every single time I feel like we’re closer than ever and that maybe you feel something toward me too, you fucking push me away.”

“I know, I’m—”

You cut him off before he has a chance to apologize again, “No, I’m speaking right now. You’ve never yelled at me before. Not like that. You scared the shit out of me, and I blamed myself. Wondered what the hell I did to deserve it. But I didn’t do shit.” You throw your arms in the air, gesticulating toward him. You still refuse to meet his eyes. “You fucked up. Not me. You’re the one that’s been playing with my feelings all this time, and god forbid I try to even out the stakes.”

Angel’s now the one tearing up as his eyes widen at your words. “Querida, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t fucking mean it.” His fingers find solace in tugging on his hair in frustration.  “And I never wanted you to feel like I’m playing with your feelings. I’m so sorry.”

You turn away from him again, biting your lip to keep the sobs inside. “Please, just drive me home, Angel.” The desperation in your voice is heartbreaking. 

So he does what you ask of him and drives you home in silence. He doesn’t have it in him to try again when you’re already struggling, trying to keep the whimpers from wrecking your body. And when you pull up in front of your apartment building with a heavy heart, he lets you jump out of the car and rush to the door. 

He stays in his seat, trying to recollect himself—it doesn’t help, he still hates himself for making you feel this way. It takes a while for him to get inside the apartment, he dreads that when he walks in, you’ll tell him to take his shit and get out of your life. 

Angel knows he fucked up, and you were right; he played with your feelings—played with his own too. He slept in your bed almost every night, cuddled with you, kissed your forehead and told you ‘goodnight’ and ‘good morning’. How was it any different from how he’d treat Nails, Luisa, or any other woman he loved? Minus the sex. And when you challenged that unspoken boundary—on purpose or not—he chickened out and treated you like a plague. What the hell was wrong with him?

The apartment is swallowed in darkness when he enters it. You’re nowhere to be seen, and he figures out you’ve probably shut yourself inside your room, maybe even locked the door, so he wouldn’t be able to come in. He wouldn’t blame you.

He sits on the couch in the gloom and stares into the void. He’ll wait for you to come to him once you’re ready—he’ll sit here for hours if he has to. Angel needs to fix this, tell you what’s really been on his mind the past couple of days—tell you how much you mean to him, how much he loves you, and how fucking terrifying it is. 

Three hours pass, and he’s almost dozed off on the couch, his head tilted forward, his back slumped, and his eyelids drooping with every second. The wooden floor creaks underneath your footsteps, waking him up completely. The sleepiness evaporates into thin air as he straightens up and finds your frame in the darkness. 

You switch on one of the lamps in the corner of the room. Its warm glow takes over its surroundings, but not overwhelmingly so. Angel squints a little as your frame drops onto the couch beside him. You sniffle softly before leaning your head on his shoulder.

His heart shatters just a little bit more, and his voice carries it, breaking in the middle of the sentence, “I’m sorry, cariño.”

You don’t acknowledge his apology—you don’t really need to. Your next words are all the forgiveness he could ever want. 

“I love you, Angel,” you mumble against his arm. It’s a quiet confession, yet it echoes in his mind like a mantra.

He feels your tears soaking into the sleeve of his shirt. The man blinks in shock once, or twice, then pulls you into his lap and presses a gentle kiss against your forehead. 

“You know I love you too, right? More than any woman I’ve ever loved,” he admits, and it pains him, but it’s the truth.

He loved Luisa and Stephanie, but those feelings pale in comparison to what he feels for you. Angel never experienced this overwhelming want to protect someone from the whole goddamn world—the pure need to spend every single minute of his life with them and care about them more than he’s ever cared about himself. He feels that for you—like he could throw himself into a burning fire if someone promised him his sacrifice would give you and Maverick safety for the rest of your lives. 

You straighten up in his arms and cradle his jaw in your palms. When your eyes meet, you see that burning fire in them. He doesn’t need to say anything else—you understand him without words. 

Your lips press against his tentatively at first, tasting the love and longing. But Angel has a different idea. He pulls you flush against his chest, hands tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss. His tongue grazes the plush of your lips, and you part them for him without a second thought. 

That night, he fucks you on the couch in the middle of your living room, your back pressed against the cushions as he slides inside you with a guttural groan. It’s sweet and needy. The desire you harbored for each other finally released into the world—he’s far past feeling guilty, and sorry for a woman that’s long gone.

Your moans reverberate through the room, and all he can think about is how perfectly he fits inside you—like you were made just for him. One look into your eyes, and he knows you’re thinking the same thing. 

Your nails bite into the bare skin of his back, and the pain is so lovely—he could get drunk on it. He pushes deeper and deeper until you’re a whimpering, clenching mess beneath him. It’s a picture that burns into his brain, he’ll never be able to get it out—not that he’ll ever want to. 

When he spills inside you with a groan, you pull him flush against your naked frame, cradling his face in your palms and leaving sweet pecks anywhere you can reach. 

He’s addicted already, he’ll never be able to give you away now—not a chance in the world. Angel’s love for you is burned into his heart permanently. 

Taglist: @neverland14353 @darklydeliciousdesires @spnaquakindgdom @dreamy-caramel @mars469

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Library Daycare (2)

Angel Reyes x OC Isabeth ‘Izzy’ Flores 30 Day Fic Challenge (14/30)

Word Count: 3k A/N: I feel like I say this for a majority of my fics but this post-canon world I've thought up for Angel and Maverick is my favorite, I think about it everyday, I just, want him to be happy even tho most of my ideas for this are angsty HAHA.

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Light angst.

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie @kmc1989 Previous fic for reference.

Angel stepped into the library, Maverick in his arms and was staring at the bulletin board. His eyes were scanning over each flyer and business card that was pinned to it. The list of jobs that Angel felt capable of was slim. There were a lot of options, prep cook, lab assistant, front desk organizer, medical assistants, nurses, but none of those were things that Angel had any experience with. That’s when his eyes landed on the business card that was pinned to the flyer that said Farm Hand needed, the business card on top reading Rancho de Valle - Este. His free hand reached up to grab the information from the pin so he could get a closer look. 

Farm hand, operating and maintaining machinery, harvesting and planting crops, repairs, occasional livestock caring. Full time, housing on premise provided if desired, hourly pay, overtime opportunities, and medical insurance. 

“El Ranchitos.” A voice sounded behind him. 

He turned around immediately, a little startled by the voice while Maverick on the other hand cooed in excitement as he saw who was behind them. 

“Sorry I did not mean to scare you.” Izzy smiled at Angel and turned her gaze onto Maverick. Her hand quickly reached out to grab his foot. “Hi, you. I missed you.” Her voice was soft now, she didn’t want to scary anyone again. 

“You caught me deep in thought, that’s all.” Angel laughed as he adjusted Maverick in his arms. 

“Yes, El Ranchitos.” She repeated again pointing to the papers again. 

Angel looked down not seeing El Ranchitos anywhere on the forms and looked back at the woman he had brief conversations with over the last few months. “You’re familiar with them?” 

“De Valle’s are very well known in this town. They own all of El Ranchitos, de Valle Este is the one closest to the city that is a harvesting ranch, they have others in the city but they’re more like resorts, they had to adapt with the change of the world.” Izzy explained. “They’re good people, kind, understanding. I think de Valle Este is like 10 minutes from here by car.” 

“Thanks, yea I think I’m going to apply. Everything else is a bit out of my range.” Angel laughed awkwardly. “Just gotta figure out what I’m gonna do with him while I’m working, maybe I could hire someone to watch him if I take them up on this on premise housing.” He was thinking outloud now, but it was just a symptom of having no one above the age of 2 to talk with here. 

Izzy was leaning over in front of him now, reaching for something on the bulletin board. Her hand began searching around until she found what she was looking for and pulled it from the pin. “It isn’t a nanny, but we watch the kids all day, feed them, read to them, use the playground outside on good weather days, it’s a small group too.” 

“We?” Angel questioned his eyes moving from the library daycare flier to Izzy’s face.

“Okay, I, it’s my initiative. We did a trial run this summer with a handful of kids and it went pretty well. We have about 8 kids right now signed up for the school year, all local, have room for 10, I think Maverick would be a great addition.” Izzy grinned again, now looking at Maverick who giggled and brought his hands out to her in hope to be held by her. 

“How was I around like all summer and didn’t notice this?” Angel laughed and happily gave the child over to Izzy. 

These last few months he had gotten extremely comfortable with the woman and honestly safe with her, Angel as well. These last few months have consisted of Angel coming to most of the library events because not only did Maverick enjoy them but because they offered him peace around people which he didn’t have much of since leaving Santo Padre. There was a constant fear, a persistence to always look over his shoulder, double guess everyone he met, everyone who walked too close to him on the street, but at the library it was like that fear was nonexistent. He had made a friend in Izzy, which was exactly what he needed right now. 

“I have two other people that help out, it allows one of us to take off, or be more flexible around the library.” She answered as she bounced Maverick up and down in her arms. “They’re actually running daycare now, if you want to check it out.” Her eyes moved back to Angel as Maverick’s little hands picked up her I.D. that was draped around her neck with a lanyard. “No pressure.” She let out an awkward laugh. 

“No, yea.” Angel spoke up which earned him a confused look from the woman holding his child across from him. He smiled realizing how confusing his statement was. “I just meant we’d love to check it out.” 

Izzy nodded and brought them both to the children’s area of the library and opened up the decent size circular room that currently had a group of kids of a variety of ages drawing on tables. 

“Sticker drawing. Helps them with open ended exploration, we let the older kids come up with a story based on their drawings and the younger ones like it too.” She was placing Maverick down on the ground and he was quick to find himself at the small table grabbing a sheet of his own. 

“How big is the age range?” Angel wasn’t sure why he was asking questions, he knew this was the best place for Maverick if he was to get this job. 

“Right now 1 through 5. This group is a bit older because it’s the summer.” She put her hands over her chest as she watched over the kids. 

 Before Angel could answer there was a little girl who was about 4 walking up to Izzy holding out her sheet of paper towards her. 

“Wow, that’s beautiful.” The little girl was being brought up into her arms and instantly throwing her own around Izzy’s neck. 

“Well the kids sure love you.” Angel smiled. 

“I hope this one does.” Izzy rocked from side to side similarly to how she was with Maverick just minutes earlier, but this time she looked at the girl in her arms and kissed the side of her head. “This one’s mine.” 

Angel found himself at a loss of words at that statement. He didn’t expect it. It automatically made him think about his friendship with Izzy, this was something huge that she so easily went without mentioning. Then again, it wasn’t like she knew everything about his life, but she knew a lot about his current life, and this felt very much like her current life. Between not knowing about the daycare and now her child, he felt like he needed to take a major step back. 

“Are you okay?” She interrupted Angel’s thoughts. 

“Yea, sorry. Just didn’t realize you had a kid.” Angel wanted to rewind the last 10 seconds so he never said those words. 

Izzy’s face dropped a little and she looked back down at her daughter and placed her back on the ground and stayed at her level for a moment. “Go back with your friends, Abrielle.” 

As she stood up she turned to Angel, and nodded towards the door. For a moment he hesitated and looked at Maverick. “You can take him, but Olivia doesn’t mind watching him.” She pointed to the woman with the lanyard similar to her own that was at the smaller kids table. With a nod, Angel was walking out of the room and standing awkwardly in front of Izzy. 

“I know you understand the need for privacy, Angel. The need to keep things to yourself. If I recall the first time I met you, I put my own address in for your library card because you were two nervous to give out information.” It felt scolding almost the way she was speaking. 

“I–” Angel went to speak but she cut him off by holding up her finger and speaking over him. 

“I don’t need a reason to make a choice regarding my child, Angel.” Her accent came out strong when she said his name. “You out of all people should get that.” 

“I do, I’m sorry. I just thought we were friends.” Again, Angel was wishing he would just keep his mouth shut. 

Izzy sighed, her guard immediately falling down and with a shake of her head she spoke. “We are friends, Angel. I just need to be cautious with her.” 

“I get that.” He nodded. “I didn’t mean to do whatever this is.” He waved his hand around and laughed awkwardly. “If anything, I’m glad you felt comfortable to tell me, it’s cool, having a parent friend. Haven’t had many of those really.” 

“Well if you do the daycare thing, you’ll make more during pickup and dropoff.” She matched his humorous tone. 

“Don’t know if I want that.” He chuckled nervously.

“Why do you think I don’t tell many people I have a child.” Her eyebrows raised and her mouth curled into a smile. 

Angel laughed. “Well then I’m honored to be accepted amongst the few.” He looked through the window of the daycare door and saw Maverick laughing at something and he turned back to Izzy. “I’d like to sign him up, even if I don’t get this job, this is the right place for him.” 

Izzy smiled at that comment, she went to say something but bit her tongue immediately. Her desire to say that this is the best place for Maverick and him was high but she held back and simply nodded. 

“Let’s get you two signed up then.” 

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

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

Angel Reyes x Black!Reader

Snippet:

“Get Your Act Together”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 20

Okay... this is pure fluff. Like.... rot your teeth cotton candy fluff... but I enjoyed it. I'm a fluff writer at heart.

Warnings: cursing... girly things... but that's all I can think of. Let me know if I missed a trigger.

Don't steal my shit.

It felt like only minutes of sleep when he stirred at the subtle creak of the door hinges. It was only Rex letting himself out, but Hank was immediately alert anyway. He could hear the television playing low in the living room now- the early morning news report. Taza was awake.

Hank didn’t try to detangle himself from Megan at all. Rex had the dog doors now. He could let himself out and if Taza was awake - he could feed the big dog. It was more important to Hank that Megan sleep and he be there when she woke up. 

Sooner than he’d like, Megan stirred. He stroked her hair gently and tried shushing her back to sleep, but gave up when her eyes popped open. “Easy, Princessa, go back to sleep. You’ve only had three hours or so.”

Megan yawned. “What time is it?”

“Almost six. Go back to sleep. You need some rest.” He pressed a kiss between her eyebrows. 

“Tía Diana and Tessa are here though…”

“And they’ll still be here in a few hours. And you and Venus don’t have any plans until lunch. Rest.” He cradled her close to him. “Please? Try for me?”

Megan cuddled into the warmth of his bare skin as he stroked her back gently. The repetitive motion lulling her back into a bit of a doze. She yawned. “Papa will need….” she yawned again “...breakfast.”

Hank chuckled and continued to pet her back soothingly. “I promise you, mi amore, your papa can feed himself,” he murmured so it was a deep, comforting rumble in his chest that she could feel. “Just close your eyes for a little bit longer…”

Megan’s eyes closed and she nuzzled closer. “Just a little bit…”

He smiled as she dozed back off and closed his own eyes for a little more sleep.

Megan woke a few hours later, still cuddled as close to Hank as she could get with her sling on. His breathing was still deep and even which meant he was still asleep. She took comfort from the absolute heat of him in the slight chill of the autumn morning. 

Today, Hank had a yard shift and Taza had some paperwork to do at the yard. Since the accident, that meant Taza bringing the paperwork home to do while Megan basically stayed within a few feet of him reading. Today would be different.

With the other clubs in town, Megan had to at least try to show some obvious progress in her panic attacks in a visible way. So today - Hank would go to work, reluctantly - as would Taza. Megan would tag along and hang out in the bar with Venus, Tía Diana, and Tessa. Maybe they’d call Mama too. See if she wanted to come over and join in. Megan was anticipating a long, but fun, day of princess lessons from all the strongest ladies in her life.

Hank stirred gently and Megan kissed his skin to let him know she was awake.

“Mornin’,” he rasped.

“Morning Hank.”

“How’re you feelin’, Baby?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her lips gently. “How’s your pain level?”

Megan smiled at him. “I’m okay. Pain level is actually not bad. It’s much better than it was before.”

“Good. We’re past the two week point now. Doctor said that the pain would most likely start slacking off some. In a few days we’ll run you over the border to the doctor there for an x-ray. Maybe the sling can come off soon.” He kissed her again and chuckled as she deepened it in her excitement.

There was a soft knock on the doorframe and the sound of Rex’s paws on hardwood. Megan reluctantly broke the kiss upon hearing Taza chuckle. “Good morning,” he said.

Megan rolled carefully to see him and smiled. “Morning Papa.”

“Marcus just called. Tessa and Diana are awake and moving. They’re going to meet you at the bar in a bit. Diana said to bring the heels she bought to go with your quince dress,” Taza said, leaning casually in the doorway.

“Okay, Papa. I wanna call Mama and see if she’ll come join us too. Maybe Letty if she’s not busy,” Megan said, snuggling back into Hank’s arms. “We can have a girls’ day while you guys work.”

The rumble of Hank’s laugh vibrated through Megan. “That sounds like fun, mi amore. Mama will love it.”

Megan sat up and stretched as best she could. “Papa - the heels restriction - do my cowboy boots count?”

Taza smiled as he realized that Megan was determined to do things right. “No, Chica. Your cowboy boots are fine.”

“Oh good!” She petted Rex’s ears in greeting. “I want to wear them today.”

Hank slid out of bed on his side with a smile. “Which jeans, Princessa?”

“The bootcut ones - I think they’re light wash - and a t-shirt and flannel, please.”

Hank went into the closet and rummaged a bit before finding the jeans she wanted. He found one of her band shirts and a red and black flannel of his that was well worn and soft. “Which boots? Brown or black?”

Megan glanced up to see which flannel he had. “Black, I think.”

Taza grinned. “Alright. I’ll start breakfast then. Burritos okay?”

“Sure, Papa,” Megan agreed. “I’ll come help in a minute.”

Hank grinned and laid out the clothes on the bed. “This okay, Princessa?”

“Get ready for the day, Chica. I can manage not to poison us for one morning,

Taza assured her before walking back out to the kitchen and shutting the door. 

Megan smiled. “Perfect.” She pressed a kiss to his lips. “Gonna go get washed up.” 

“Okay.” He grinned as he watched her head into the bathroom. She’d call for him in a minute to loosen the lid on her moisturizer, so he found his work clothes while he waited. He got his jeans on, but was still shirtless when he heard the annoyed huff from the bathroom that made him chuckle. He poked his head through the door and took the jar from her to open it. 

“Thank you,” Megan said with a rueful grin. She handed him her sunscreen while he was there. “Could you…”

He unscrewed that top too. “You’re welcome, Princessa.” He chuckled and kissed her hair before going to finish getting himself dressed. 

As he was pulling his denim work shirt on, Megan came out of the bathroom. He loved how she looked so calm in the morning after her routine. “Ready for clothes?”

“I think so…”

Hank helped her get dressed in her bootcut jeans and band shirt before she pulled on her cowboy boots. The heel on them gave her the slightest boost and Hank couldn’t resist ogling how they made her ass look in those jeans. They threaded her belt through the belt loops with her belt knife on it. Megan tucked the third street fighting knife into the left side of the belt. The other two were still in her kutte. They got her holsters on her too. She picked up her bag of hair stuff and was ready to go. 

They met Taza at the table just as he finished the breakfast burritos. “Ah. Ready to take on the day.” Taza kissed her hair as she stirred sugar and cream into her coffee. “We can braid your hair after we eat.”

“Actually, Papa, I think I want to leave some of it down. Tessa mentioned wanting to play with it last night. Can we do what we did for the bonfire?” She smiled as Hank sat a shoe box down under the hooks that held their kuttes.

Taza smiled. “Sure we can. You girls gonna turn the bar into a beauty parlor?”

That made Megan laugh. “Maybe a little, but we’ll turn it back into the clubhouse when we’re done. Promise,” she said as she sat in her seat at the table.

Hank smiled. “I sent Mama a text while you were in the bathroom, mi amore. She said she’d meet us there for your girls day.” 

“Oh good! We can do Quince lessons…”

Taza slid a plate in front of her. “And Coco said Letty would be free sometime after lunch. She’s got homework to do first, but he’ll pick her up after her lunch break to come join the fun.”

Megan smiled and picked up her burrito. “So… Mama, Tía Diana, and Tessa this morning with Venus and Letty joining us in the afternoon - are you sure you guys don’t mind us using the clubhouse?”

Taza laughed, “We’re sure, Chica. Your tíos are going to be meeting with Chibs and maybe Tig later in Templo, but other than that - it’s yours for the day.”

Hank pressed a kiss to her temple as he sat down. “Just have fun.”

When they arrived at the clubhouse, Diana’s Escalade and Mama’s car were already parked. Hank got out of the mustang and came around to help Megan with the door and her seatbelt. “Looks like they beat us here,” he said with a laugh as he sat the seat forward for Rex.

At the top of the stairs, Mama met them. “Good morning mija, mijo.”

“Morning, Mama,” Hank said, stepping forward.

Mama’s hand on his chest stopped him in his tracks, making Megan giggle. “Ah - stop right there. YOU are not allowed inside right now, Hank.”

Hank’s jaw dropped. “What?”

“You heard me, mijo. Megan’s Quince dress is in there for her to try on and YOU can’t see it,” she cackled. “So kiss your princessa and take yourself to work now.” She flapped a hand dismissively at him. 

He shook his head, but he could only chuckle. “Alright, Mama. I hear you.” He tugged Megan close by her belt loops and smiled down at her. “Be good, Princessa. Call if you need me - but enjoy your day with your ladies, okay?”

Megan grinned up at him. “I will. Love you.” She stood on tiptoe to kiss him softly and giggled when he deepened it, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing close. He released her finally before pecking a kiss to her nose. “Have a good day at work,” she said as he handed Mama her prescription bottle.

He kissed her once more before heading out to the yard to work with the newest commission with Creeper and Coco.

Megan braced herself breathlessly on the porch railing and laughed as Mama shook her head exasperatedly at her son. “Just like his papa…”

Taza chuckled and greeted Mama on his way to the office.

“Che - come to the bar in a few minutes,” she called. “La princessa’s dress is done and I brought it.”

Taza stopped and smiled up at them. “Yes ma’am. Just text when you’re ready for me. Don’t want to intrude on ‘girl time’.”

Mama led Megan inside where Tessa and Diana were waiting. Apparently, Tessa was in charge of entertainment because the movie The Princess Diaries was playing on BOTH televisions. Both Mama and Chuckie had gone all out and every kind of snack Megan could think of was laid out on the bar. Tessa was dancing along to a pop song on the jukebox as Diana cheered her on from a bar stool.

A dress bag laid on the pool table.

Megan greeted Tessa - who chattered excitedly about Megan’s Quince party and all the plans - and Diana - who grinned as she realized that Megan never took her eyes off the dress bag.

“You can look, Sweetheart. It won’t bite you…” Diana assured her after hugs were given.

Megan nodded uncertainly. “I’m just… nervous. What if I designed it wrong? Pf what if I stem on the hem or tear it?”

“Psh. Then Francisca fixes it. That’s why it’s done so early, mija. And she sent another dress in the same measurements for you to practice in. That way you can learn to manage your skirts and heels before the party without that fear,” Mama assured her. “Your papa thought of everything.”

“Let’s try it on. Then the anxiety is over and you can focus on the fun,” Diana suggested.

Megan took a deep breath and let it out slowly, but she nodded in agreement.

Diana smiled. “Tessa - go stand watch at the door.” As Tessa scurried to be the lookout, Diana picked up the dress bag and hung it from one of the bar shelves. She unzipped the bag to reveal a true princess style ball gown. There were petticoats and crinolines galore - as well as a hoop skirt - but the dress itself was a true work of art. The base of the skirt was a creamy white with a tulle and lace overlay. As your eye traveled up the dress, it gradually darkened to the deep Mayan green at the sweetheart neckline. There were loose, draping, off- the shoulder- straps of that same tulle lace material in the dark green and the fabric continued to form a sheer halter style neckline that was its own jewelry being so decked in rhinestones. Rhinestones of all sizes and shapes dotted the bodice as well, all the way to the waist. The many tiers of lacy tulle hid the fact that layers could be removed to shorten the dress in the front for the dancing and fun of the party.

Megan gasped and covered her mouth in shock. “That… That’s my dress? Holy shit. I get to wear that?”

Mama chuckled. “Si. A dress fit for La Princessa de los Mayas. Let’s try it on.”

Mama agreed that Megan could remove her sling to try on the dress properly, but only after Megan assured her that she would tell them if she started to hurt at all.

Diana gather Megan’s hair and quickly threw it in a bun, wrapping her braid around it, to make tying the corset back easier and then helped Megan into the dress as Mama fussed with the skirts and made them lay right.

“Mama! Papa’s here with Tío Bishop and Chibs!” Tessa called out from her station by the door.

“Shit.” Diana muttered as she quickly laced the back. “Go and stall them, mija. Your Tío Taza gets first look!”

“Okay!” Tessa scurried out the door to stall the bikers.

Mama called Taza to let him know that the dress was on and that he needed to come look, then she went out the front door to help Tessa with the men.

Diana tied off the corset and let Megan’s hair back down quickly before stepping away to look. “Perfect. You look beautiful.” She smiled, hearing footsteps and motioned for MEgan to face the door before pulling out her phone to record Taza’s reaction.

Taza slipped through the door carefully and shut it behind him before turning so slowly that Megan held her breath. Taza’s breath caught as he saw Megan in her Quince dress for the first time. He blinked tears from his eyes and cleared his throat. “Sweet Chica, you look perfect. Beautiful.”

He stepped forward to take her good hand and give her a spin, slowly so she could keep her balance.

Megan giggled a little tearily. “Thank you, Papa.”

Taza cupped her cheeks and leaned down to kiss her forehead gently. “Absolutely stunning.” He smiled. “Hank’s going to have a heart attack.”

Megan giggled again and fussed with the skirt. “Hopefully not or I won’t have an escort. Does it really look okay?”

“It looks beautiful on you, Sweetheart. Do you want to show your tíos or do you want to keep it a secret?” Taza asked.

“Oh! They can see. I don’t mind. One man losing his mind because he can’t see it is enough.” Megan laughed and wiped her eyes. “Chibs too. They can come in.”

Diana slipped her phone back in her pocket and grinned. “I’ll get them.” She went to the door to allow the other men entry into the bar.

Both Bishop and Marcus had to blink back tears as well, much to Mama’s amusement. Chibs was the true surprise though. He smiled and pun her gently before kissing the knuckles of her good hand. “You lads have been addressin’ the lass wrong this whole time. Princess - cha - she’s obviously a queen.”

After that, the men retreated to Templo with strict instructions to knock before they came out of the closed room. Mama and Diana got Megan out of her dress and into the practice dress that had been sent for that purpose. They put her sling back on as well. This dress was shaped and fitted exactly the same, but it was made of remnants of material from other dresses in the factory. No two colors were the same. That way if Megan stepped on the hem during her ‘practice’ sessions and ripped it, it wouldn’t matter.

Diana first had Megan practice walking in the dress in flats. She did fairly well with that once she got used to shortening her steps in the skirts. Tessa helped by showing Megan how she was taught to walk in dance class. The corset back on the dress helped with Megan’s posture too, although Mama still said she walked like a boy.

Once Megan got into the heels, it was a disaster. She tripped over everything from her skirts to her own feet. Maman and Diana tried their best to help her, but nothing seemed to work. She was just about to give up when Venus arrived. 

“Oh Honey - no,” the tall woman said as she saw Megan get frustrated for the hundredth time. Venus came over to steady her and wiped the stray tear from her cheek. “Let me help.”

Megan nodded and sniffed. “Please, but I’m afraid I’m hopeless. Mama and Tía Diana have tried everything.”

Venus smiled at the other women. “I’m sure they have, Sweetness, but they also have never had to unlearn how to walk a certain way. I did. Now - first things first - while I’m thrilled you have a practice dress, let’s swap you back to your jeans, alright? Not being able to see your feet is not helping you.”

Megan nodded and allowed Diana and Mama to help her change back into her jeans and band shirt. Once her sling was once again in place, Venus smiled. “There now. Feel better?”

Megan smiled a bit sheepishly. “Yeah. Kinda…”

“Good. Now, we need a playlist. Favorite bands and songs?” Venus asked, pulling out her phone.

Megan shrugged. “Honestly - I like classic rock, but I listen to whatever is playing on the radio or jukebox. I don’t have favorites…” 

“Well we need music you dance to, Princess,” Venus explained.

That brightened Megan’s face. “Let’s ask Tío Marcus! He’s been teaching me to dance when Papa and Hank can’t. And Papa can help too!” Megan hurried over to the Templo door barefoot and knocked. She explained to the men inside what Venus wanted and they were more than happy to take a break and join the women in the bar for a while.

Diana ordered lunch from a nearby restaurant as Marcus chose songs on the jukebox. Taza grabbed beers for the men, while Bishop and Chibs moved a few more tables to make more room on the dance floor.

The latin music started and Marcus claimed Megan for a salsa lesson. Diana talked Chibs into dancing with her while Taza partnered Mama and Bishop with Venus. After the first song, Venus got Megan to put the heels on again. She reasoned that since Megan was on her toes for the dance anyway, the heels wouldn’t trip her up. Sure enough - Megan could salsa dance in heels. Once she relaxed into the fun, changing partners regularly, she forgot completely about the heels on her feet. By the time lunch arrived, Megan was walking comfortably in her new footwear without even realizing it.

Venus found herself resting on a barstool next to Mama as Megan danced with her papa with both tíos coaching her. 

“That was brilliant. You got her out of her head. Thank you,” Mama said quietly.

Venus chuckled. “She didn’t need much. Just needed to get out of her own way, really.”

“Maybe, but thank you for helping her do that. You’re good for her confidence.” Mama patted Venus’ arm softly.

“I hope so. Every girl deserves a hype woman,” she smiled at the older woman.

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[iamaslutforcoffee]

Scary

Chapter One: Romero Brothers Scrap and Salvage

In most circumstances, the older sister tells the younger one to be careful, stay clear of these types of men, don't do this or that.

But here we are, the roles reversed. Instead I'm trying to warn her the same things she tried to warn me of.

Summer is a beautiful girl, always has been..and incredibly smart as well but most of the time she just acts so damn dumb. Like right now.

"Well, you didn't have to drive, Winter. You should have just taken a plan and let me pick you up from the air port."

Sighing, I applied pressure to the gas and speed past multiple cars every direction around me.

"And not able to make a get away if I need to? I'll pass. Thank you. Listen ill be at this scrap yard in about 15 minutes, I'll see you then" I quickly said and hung up.

I finally pulled into "Romero Brothers scrap and salvage", giggling at the fact this is were Summer willingly spent her time. Why? I don't know, nor do I care. I parked away from the mass amount of bikes and got out, fishing for a cigarette in my bag.

"You know, cigarettes can kill you"

I looked up and saw a youngish looking guy sitting on one of the bikes, staring at me. I simply gave him a thumbs up and lit my cig, inhaling the nicotine and exhaling.

"Winter! I thought you quit?" Summer yelled from the porch of the house.

"Yeah, when pigs fly sis." I replied. I leaned against the car as Summer came towards me, more men coming out from the house.

"Why the hell is there a house in the middle of a scrap yard?" I asked her while motioning towards it.

"It's their clubhouse" she shrugged, linking her arm with me.

"Ah. Ok. So why am I here for a party again? I could've stayed in charming for a party." I exhaled the smoke again whilst eyeballing a couple of the guys on the porch. Their kuttes all had various patches, but the main one said Mayans MC. Wait... I know them! Well, of them. Jax worked hard to repair the relationship with the rival MC.

"Well.. uhm... oh! EZ, baby.. come here. Let me introduce you to everyone Winter" Summer avoided the question and I stared her down. The guy that was sitting on the bikes came walking over and smiled, wrapping an arm protectively around Summer.

"Ezekiel, but everyone calls me EZ. It's nice to meet You, Winter." Ez replied. He was tall, nicely groomed. Beautiful eyes.. I can see why visually Summer chose him.

I simply knodded, and looked back at the rest of them.

"That's Gilly, Hank, Creeper..Taza, Riz. Bishop is the short one.." she named off almost everyone, calling Bishop short earned her a cussing but she simply giggled.

"That's Chucky.. Oh, Angel must be somewhere inside.. that just leaves.." she landed on the last one and I about hauled ass.

"FUCKING COCO?!" I screamed, jumping into my friends arms.

"..coco." Summer sighed, laughing at the fact i hauled serious ass after him.

"Damn, bebita! You really going to fucking jump my bones this quick?" Coco smiled, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"Oh, te saltaré el culo cualquier día de la semana Coco" (Oh, I'll jump your ass any day of the week Coco) I replied, hugging him tightly.

"Can anyone tell me who the fuck that is hugging Coco? Does he have another fucking kid cause I swear to god his ass always fuckin'.." I heard loudly coming from behind everyone else.

Out came a man wearing the same kutte as everyone else, his rockers reading "secretary" instead. He looked to be the tallest of the bunch, his dark raven hair slicked back and a nice little beard matching. He looked like a much older version of EZ...oh, that must be..

"Angel! I swear to god if you ever insinuate my baby sister fucking anyone in this group, no offense Bishop, l swear to god.." Summer replied, cursing Angel out.

"Hey, uh.. EZ? You related to him?" I asked, hopping down from Coco and looking in EZ's way.

"Yeah.. yeah thats my brother Angel." He replied, shaking his head.

"Give me your gun." I replied blankly.

"Excuse me?" He replied, very obviously taken aback.

"I said, give me your fucking gun, prospect." I replied, not taking my eyes off of Angel and my sister arguing.

Everyone looked at me curiously, wondering what the hell i was about to do. I grabbed the gun out of Ez's hand and smiled... it has been so long since I've pulled a trigger..

I took the safety off his piece and without warning a shot rang out.

"What the fuck?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Angel screamed, grabbing his ear.

"Oh, don't be a fucking baby. It barely grazed your ear" I replied and passed Ez's piece back to him.

"What the fuck is wrong with your sister Summer?!" He hissed, looking between me and Summer.

"You could have fucking killed me had you not missed" he said, and I smiled.

"I didn't miss. That was a warning shot. Fun fact, but did you know when you get shot in the head you can feel the wind blowing through the hole just before you die?" I asked, giggling at the end. Everyone looked at me in bewilderment and I shrugged. Suits themselves.

Being the complete extensively crazy person i am, I walked next to Angel and kissed his cheek.

"La próxima vez no seas un idiota conmigo, ángel." I whispered in his ear, patting his shoulder.

This was going to be interesting.

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[exceptionally-almindelig]

Paid for by the Cartel - Chapter Fifty-Seven (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1227312207-paid-for-by-the-cartel-chapter-fifty-seven?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=SamiRuskey&wp_originator=OZbPjGGNxPEJiOwr8RM72VrSScpWq0qqWhTrGPvYDpdvAhPNZ9TQXbfSYj6yArNCdhrmtLXlNesyD97NTBhs5QALR5CstF4MhbOVkUtLQ509eLl0H1bTqB%2FwHxgiVUmv Tinsley Olivarez is moving for a fresh start. With her father's death, her sister convinces her to move from the East Coast to a small town on the border of Mexico on the West Coast. Tinsley swore she'd never move back to the West Coast but nothing was keeping her in the East. She is pushed into the other side of a world that she knows all too much about. The space she finds for herself within the MC fits her well and she falls into a new routine where she is useful and loved. But she's hiding a safe full of secrets that threaten to tear the whole MC down. A/N: Vote, comment, let me know what you think! I love reading comments!

[ravennaortiz]

August 20th features Coco with the prompt "Hey! Congrats on not being dead yet. Good for you on aging and not stopping" requested by the lovely @hatersaremymotivators As always my stories are 18+

You were sitting on your brother Angels couch watching TV when Coco slunk through the door giving you a nod of greeting before heading to the kitchen. Your heart beat picked up as you tracked his movements. You had had a crush on Coco for as long as you had known him. He never paid you more mind than that of his friends little sister. Honestly if Angel and hell EZ too had their way you would never date ever. They were both to in your business and many a date had been interrupted because of one or both of them.

You sighed as you flipped the TV channel. Being laid up on the couch with a broken leg was not how you thought you would spend your birthday. Every year lately you were sick or had some injury that dampened the day.

“You sure you don’t mind hanging back? Keeping an eye on her?” inquired Angel as Coco grabbed a beer from the fridge.

“Aint like she can run off. Easiest babysitting gig ever” shrugged Coco as he grinned at his friend. Angel rolled his eyes before shaking his head.  “Today’s her birthday right?” inquired Coco as he caught sight of the cake in the fridge.

“Yeah and “started Angel before Coco stepped back into the living room.

“Hey!” called Coco getting your attention from the door way. When you had turned to him he grinned. “Congrats on not being dead yet. Good for you on aging and not stopping. No matter how many times you disobey your brothers and crash a damn bike” he added laughing as you shook your head and flipped him off.

“Fuck you Coco” you called as you laughed on the couch. “A simple Happy Birthday would have been good” you added.

“I aint simple and I don’t think you’re up for this ride” called Coco with a laugh as he stepped back into the kitchen. His laughter stopped when he caught the look on Angels face. Playing back his words he nodded and stepped back into the living room where you were still processing his words. “I uhh meant watch your language. A lady should not curse” he stated before nodding and going back into the kitchen.

Angel stood leaning against the counter with his arms folded. Coco sipped his beer and looked anywhere but at Angel. The silence between the two was loud for a couple of minutes before he spoke. “My bad” muttered Coco as Angel stalked over to him.

“Against my better judgement. I’mma let you stay and watch her. I don’t trust anyone else. Do not sleep with my sister” growled Angel as Coco nodded before saluting him.

“I will not” stated Coco as Angel shoved past him out the door.

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[drabbles-mc]

Lucky Charm

Coco Cruz x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, fluff

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!

Prompt: four-leaf clover

Word Count: 500

A/N: It's been so long since I've written for Coco but this was such a fun little tidbit to make for him 🥰

There were a lot of things that Coco believed in, but he wasn’t sure if luck was one of them. He was a big believer in fate, that all things both good and bad had to happen to get you where you needed to go. Luck always felt synonymous with chance and that didn’t sit right with him, especially when he thought about you, about the daughter you shared.

It wasn’t until he was elbow-deep in the hood of his car and she came bursting in the garage with a four-leaf clover pinched tightly between her fingers that he really started to buy into it. She was just so little, so excited as she skidded to a stop a few inches away from him.

“Dad!” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

He looked over at her, stray curls falling into his face as he did. He raised his eyebrows as he looked between you standing in the doorway of the garage and the little girl standing in front of him.

Setting down the wrench in his hand, he wiped his hands off on his jeans before crouching to get to her level. “What’s this?”

“A four-leaf clover!” she said, volume increasing along with her excitement levels. “Mama said they’re good luck!”

A smirk curled his lips as he spared you a glance. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!” She moved it closer to his face, almost close enough so that he would have to cross his eyes to try and see it properly. “Here! For you.”

“Me?” he asked with a laugh, hand pressing against his chest in a gesture to himself.

“You!” She pressed the clover against the back of his hand, prompting him to turn it so that he could take it from her. “A good luck charm.”

He chuckled as he looked at it in his palm. “Ah, I got you and your Mama over there—I already got more luck than I need.”

“That’s luck you can take with you,” she stated it so matter of factly that he didn’t have any room to argue the point.

“Guess I will then, huh?”

She nodded, pleased with the outcome. She stepped in and threw her arms around him in a hug before taking off back towards the door. “I’m gonna go look for more! Bye! Love you!”

He laughed, calling after her as he stood up and made his way over to you, “Love you back!” He shook his head as he looked at the plant in his hand then back up at you. “Good luck charm, huh?”

You laughed, resting your hands on his shoulders. “I just told her what it was. The rest was all her.”

He smiled and shook his head. “I don’t know if I buy that.”

“You’re a lucky man, Johnny Coco Cruz.” You nodded towards the clover in his hand. “You got the proof of it now.”

He laughed as he pulled you tighter against his side. “Can’t argue with that.”

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Company {C.V}

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒃𝒆, 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒃𝒆, 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒚?

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Creeper had always been the odd one out. The one who was chosen last, or the one people often forgot was there. He had always pretended it never bothered him but lately he couldn’t pretend anymore. It had been taking a toll on him.

He decided to get out of the clubhouse and just go for a walk, while he was walking he noticed a girl sitting alone in the grass. He found it odd considering it was almost 2 am so he decided to make sure she was okay.

〰️

“Hey..” He spoke walking over but keeping a safe distance. The girl had looked up at him for a moment and he could have sworn he saw tears.

“Hi..” She whispered back

“Are you alright?” He questioned a bit more concerned now.

“I think so.” She responded honestly. She wiped her eyes before looking back up at the man. “Are you alright?”

Confusion flashed over his face for a moment. Nobody had ever asked him that before unless he was hurt. “I think so.”

A small smile formed on her face at his response. She looked around noticing they were the only ones out. “You can sit if you’d like, I promise I’m not a killer.”

He smiled at her words before deciding to sit. They sat in a comfortable silence for a minute before her confession startled him.

“I came out here to get away, my friends they uh, they never really pay much attention to me.”

For once in his life he didn’t feel so alone because of her words. “I know exactly what you mean.”

She turned her head looking over at the man admiring his features for a moment. “Your friends treat you like you’re not there too?”

He nodded his head looking up at the stars “All the time.” He whispered.

She turned her body so she was now facing him before sticking out her hand. “I’m, Y/n.”

A smile appeared on his face again as he turned his body putting his hand in hers. “Creeper.”

“Well, Creeper. Maybe we can be each others company.”

He scanned over her for a moment like she had done to him earlier. “Be eachother’s company.” He smiled

𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝑩𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆

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I genuinely love Creeper sm and there honestly isn’t enough fics abt him! So if you guys have any requests feel free to lmk<3

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Some more Mayans fics will be posted soon 🫦

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You’re cuddled up with Bishop in bed on a Saturday morning, feeling something hard press against your exposed back. Excitement stirs, thinking you’re about to have another round with him. It’s just past 7AM, and he’s managed to make you cum three times already. You’ve only been awake for an hour.

Suddenly, the hard object vibrates, making you jump out of your skin. You turn to Bishop, eyes wide. “I thought that was a boner!”

Bishop chuckles, turning his phone on silent before pulling you closer towards him. “No, this is a boner.”

He places your hand on the hard bulge, gazing at you hungrily. “Feel that, babe?”

You nod as you squirm, desperate to feel him inside you again. “Fuck me, Obispo.”

He kisses you deeply, his hands exploring. “With fucking pleasure.”

You lay down on your back, spreading your legs, gasping when he slowly enters you. It’s not long before he’s got you crying out his name and gushing all over him again, loud enough for the new neighbours to hear, making them wish they never moved in next door.

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Enjoy smut Sunday, loves.

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The night air felt heavy and thick as you laid in bed, sheets fallen to the floor - thighs rubbing together as you watched the PG-13 sex scene with envy. Business never waited, not even for love, so when he left for a three day visit to the border, your heart and pussy cried. Who leaves their new bride on their honeymoon? The question floated through your thoughts as you fell against the pillows in a deflated sigh.

The dark room, flashed with light, as your phone twitched in the sheets. You told him you were going to bed hours ago, but your heartbeat quickened as his name glared on the screen.

A video message.

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His chiseled abs glistened in the soft light. Muscles rippling as he sank into the pillows, “Baby girl, I miss you so much.” The husk in his voice was laced with tequila and quiet dominance. His hand lazily stroking his hardening member. His bated breaths quickened as his grasp became firmer, his cock heavy in his hands.

“When I think about you…” His moan echoed in the darkness as his thumb rolled over his slit - he teased himself with your memory as his pace quickened. “When you let me deep, and you cry, that fucking cry…” His hips jerked with the quiver of his voice as he gripped his cock - throbbing with arousal. “Take Daddy’s nut.” He barked the order, controlling to the last minute, as he came in spurts - painting his stomach as he jerked his orgasm.

The phone tumbled to the bed - the slowly spinning fan hovering - a muffled clean up in the background.

“I’ll be home soon, baby girl. I love you.” His eyes were cloudy with sleep and pleasure as his face came into view, the phone rising as he fell against the sheets - black curls wavy against the pillowcase.

A blinding smile flashed across your thoughts as you came from your own fingers, moaning his name as your knees fell, thighs sticky from your weak mimic of his fingers inside you. An orgasm took the edge off of your longing, dulling your senses, as you pulled the sheet higher, sliding under the covers.

Your eyes fluttered at his scent as your eyes closed, sated and sleepy, dreaming of his touch.