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

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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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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.

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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❤💦❤💦

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Imagine...Riz comforting you during a depressive episode

Word Count: 989

Warning: None (possible slight poorly written canon character, sorry lol)

He could tell the moment he stepped through the door that something was wrong. Gone was the happy air of music and the smell of food; you always made sure to have supper on the table for him – your way of being proactive and taking the hassle away from having to waste your time together cooking some fancy meal to where you can eat and then cuddle on the couch while watching some crime show.

Not only that, but every light in the house was off; that meant, you hadn’t been downstairs all day since coming home from work. 

If, that is, you actually managed to go to work.

Frowning and having some idea as to what he was walking into, Riz locked the door and took off his boots and kutte before heading upstairs to the master bedroom. He hesitated in the hall; his eyes flickering to the other closed doors. They were bedrooms, at the moment just guest rooms, that would one day maybe have sleeping kids. It bothered you, Riz knew, that you had yet to give him any children even after nearly six years together and four years of trying. Riz knew that it was just something else that bothered you, putting you in a bad mood, and hurting you in ways Riz wished he could save you from.

“Y/n,” Riz whispered as he pushed the door open, his heart shattering when he realized the lump in the middle of your king sized bed was his sick girl. “Baby girl,” he whispered, rushing toward you, “Hey.” He reached out and began to rub circles into your back, noting quickly the soft sniffles coming from under the blankets. “Is it that bad today?” he knew your demons have been really bothering you lately, but to reduce you to tears…

Riz had never wanted to fight them more.

For nearly twenty minutes, Riz sat there rubbing your back trying to comfort you without moving you or making too much noise - he didn’t know how bad it was. He didn’t want to make too much noise and risk upsetting you further. 

After another five minutes or so, you sniffled and slowly pushed the blankets off of your face so you could look at him through the dark. He was so sweet, sitting there staring at you like the whole world revolved around you. You didn’t deserve it, but you appreciated it.

“Michael,” you managed to say, your voice scratchy and raw as you reached out, taking his hand in a vice grip. “Please,” you tugged gently, silently telling him what you needed.

Riz leaned forward, capturing your lips in a sweet, gentle kiss before pulling away, shifting and laying down behind you; his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin was pressed to the top of your head.

“What happened, baby?” he questioned softly, his ringed hand rubbing circles into your tummy - knowing that it always hurt when your demons came out to play.

“Nothing,” it was your way of saying absolutely everything thing that could have gone wrong that day, had. You didn't have the strength to say anything further.

Riz understood though; he knew you as he knew the back of his own hand. 

“I love you,” Riz murmured, placing a kiss to the top of your head, and then he began to sing a soft, Spanish lullaby he had once told you his Aunt Vicky used to sing to him (and the brothers he had lost early on in life) when they weren’t feeling well. It was a sweet, sad song that you had once asked him to translate for you; Riz had just smiled and kissed you, telling you that it would lose all meaning if he did that.

You knew it had to involve death, violence, things that were similar to Riz’s life in the mc; those were the only things Riz refused to talk to you about. He didn’t want to bring that into your life with him; he didn't want to give your depression, your anxiety, any more fuel to torture you when he wasnt around to protect you.

It was hours later; Riz was still holding you and both of you were dozing in and out of sleep when you finally turned to face him, cupping his face in your trembling hands. “You left me. That’s what happened. I had a dream and...and you left me for someone else. Someone better.”

Riz opened his mouth to argue that he would never, but caught himself. Taking a moment, instead, to gather his thoughts. “Y/n, I am never leaving you. Not unless I’m being laid to rest in a pine box.” he cupped your face, pulling you in for a feverish kiss, his way of showing how much he cared for you. “Mi amor,” he half purred, “Mi reina.”

You wanted to say something, to tell him he doesn’t know that, but then he went and called you that.

His Queen.

And your heart clenched, tears prickled at your eyes. 

He was truly the best man you had ever known, and he so deeply cared for someone as broken as you. 

“Michael,” you whimpered, tucking your face into the crook of his neck

“Shh,” he whispered, wrapping the blankets around the both of you, holding you a little tighter.

You squeezed your eyes shut, breathing in the smell of him. How could you not feel safe with him around? When he gave you the time and effort to show you how much you meant to him? It often made you feel so stupid for doubting him, for letting your dark thoughts make you believe he didn’t give a damn about you. But Riz...Riz never faulted you for it; Riz just smiled and held you close, reminding you that no matter what, it was the two of you against the world.

No matter what came your way.

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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.”

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

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❝ 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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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.

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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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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.

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Serenade - Michael “Riz” Ariza

Michael “Riz” Ariza was your boyfriend of two years and your husband for three years, but the love did not run low between the two of you. However, that did not mean that you guys didn’t have your fights and this one was a big one for the two of you. This was how it all started.

You were at home cooking dinner for your husband as if it was any normal day after you got off work. It somehow felt off, as if you were going to get really mad really soon, but you didn’t know why so you didn’t pay any mind to it until you heard the door open and Riz had come in with a bloody face. When you turned around to greet him with a kiss, you saw his face and you glared at the man you loved as he smiled sheepishly.

“Bathroom. Now,” you stomped to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit to clean his face up before putting stitches in his busted lip, “I said for you to do one thing and that was not to fight. I can’t fucking believe you right now,”

“Mi amor, I’m so-” Riz started, but you cut him off, “sorry my ass! You know what, you can finish dinner and sleep on the couch. I can’t look at your face right now,” you trashed the used supplies and went to your shared room with a door slam.

Michael winced as he heard the door slam, knowing you would hate to see him like that so he thought of the best way to apologize. He went to the kitchen and turned off the stove before rushing out to get your favorite snacks and non-alcoholic drink since you never really liked to drink on work nights unless it was a bad day. When he came back, he took out ingredients to cook your favorite dish, Fettuccine Alfredo with Chicken. This took almost forty-five minutes until he was ready as he dished the food before grabbing your bluetooth speaker to stand outside your shared window and started throwing small pebbles at the window.

When he saw your shadow, he started playing the song you guys shared and used for your first dance as a married couple. Like in the movies, he held up the speakers as it played out loud and you opened the window and started glaring at the man, but it slightly softened as you took a look at him with the speaker in his hand and all your favorite snacks and drinks in a bag in the other hand.

“Mi amor, lo siento. Please forgive me as I serenade you like in all those movies you make me watch. I made you your favorite food in the kitchen and I will know you forgive me if you come down in ten minutes with that dress you love so much,” Riz yelled over the speaker as you broke your facade and giggled.

“Riz, get inside! You’re going to wake the neighbors up!” You tried to start.

“Not until you forgive me and join me at the dinner table,” Riz grinned.

“Oh my, God,” you muttered as you shook your head, “yes! Fine, just get inside and I’ll be down in ten,”

Riz smiled as he went back inside and stood next to the table, waiting for you to come down and enjoy a nice night with him.

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Give Me A Chance - EZ Reyes x Reader (feat: Michael 'Riz' Ariza)

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It was the briefest touch, a brush of fingertips across his when you handed him his beer and EZ was hooked. He didn’t know what it was at first. He’s felt love before, he thinks he had it with Emily but this thing with you, it’s different. It’s fathomless and deep, a compulsion he can’t seem to stop himself giving into, which is why he ends up at this bar night after night, talking shit with you in the quiet moments.

He watches out for you in the loud ones, when the game is on TV and your patrons are getting a little too rowdy, when two drunks knock into each other and cause a fight, when someone gets a little too handsy. He makes his presence known, sometimes all it takes is a glower before things begin to settle again. You don’t ask for it, you don’t need a knight in shining armour, at least that’s what you tell him, but you appreciate it none the less.

EZ’s read enough books to know what he’s feeling, to recognise the emotions that raise up inside of him whenever he’s in your presence. That surge of protectiveness when another man enters your personal space, the tenderness when you look at him with that smile on your face, the one that makes him feel like he’s the only one in the fucking room.

Once more he finds himself captivated by your motions as he perches on a stool at the bar beside Riz. There’s an elegance to your movements, a rhythm that he can’t hear. You move like a dancer; with a fluidity and grace he could never hope to accomplish. He wonders if that translates into your more intimate moments, if your thighs will fit as perfectly as he imagines above his hips, if your back bows, arching upwards as you come, taking him deeper. The thought of it makes his body flush with heat and his cock harden against the seam of his jeans. He’s thought about a thousand nights with you, about his hands running through your hair, the swell of your curves against him as he kisses you until you’re breathless. He wants to stare into those alluring eyes of yours as he loves you with slow languid touches that have his name rolling from your lips.

“Ezekiel…”

You tilt your head as you say his name, waving your hand in front of his face to get his attention and suddenly he’s brought back to the moment.

A busy bar on a Friday night, Riz’s girl up on stage, singing a song about how falling in love isn’t really about falling at all, it’s about finding that missing piece of yourself inside someone else. There’s an honesty in the words, one he feels resonating as he looks at you.

“Ezekiel.” You say again, tapping the back of his hand with your fingertips. It’s like a jolt of electricity underneath the surface of his skin, he wants to know if you feel it too. He almost asks you before he realises, he’s missed what you’ve just said to him. “I know you’re working some beautiful mind shit up in there but you still have to pay for your drink, just like everyone else.”

It takes a second for your words to filter through to his brain. When they do his cheeks flush because he’s been so fucking captivated by you that he hasn’t realised, his wallet is still sitting in his back pocket.

“Shit sorry.” His arm jerks, colliding with his beer glass, spilling the contents of it across the bar. Riz yelps as it soaks his elbow, twisting in his seat to assess the damage. “Fuck.”

You laugh off the spillage, snatching up a cloth from under the counter before wiping up the mess. Christ, even your laugh does something to him. It sets something alight inside of him, there’s a glimmer of joy in his chest and he finds himself grinning like a fucking idiot as he clutches his wallet in his hand.

“That one is going on your tab.” You tell him, holding up the empty glass to show him. “You still drinking what’s on tap?”

He nods his agreement before you turn your back to him. You’re wearing a black sheer shirt tonight with a high collar, he can see the etchings of floral tattoo creeping up your lower back and disappearing under the black vest top you are wearing underneath. He thinks about tracing it with his fingertips as you lay amongst his sheets, his lips trailing over each of the delicate petals.

“Jesus.” Riz utters taking his wallet from his grasp and removing one of the bills. “It’s like you and Angel aren’t even related.”

He removes a pen from inside his kutte and scribbles something along the outside of the bill. You’re already putting the fresh glass of beer down on the bar when Riz pushes the bill towards you, tapping the writing lightly with his finger.

“His phone number.” Riz tells you, jerking his head towards EZ. “In case the two of you decide you want to get together outside this place.”

You hold up the bill for a minute, examining it before sliding it across to EZ. “Is that a 9 or an 8?”

He leans in close, analysing the digits that Riz has scrawled block capitals on the note. The scent of your perfume floods his senses, a hint of jasmine and something that reminds him of spring. He’s never been great at differentiating; eidetic memory only works on a visual level, but he thinks he’ll remember that fragrance for the rest of his life.

“It’s an 8.” He finds himself saying.

You sigh and it feels like he’s been stabbed in the chest because he reads it as a rejection. He can feel himself withdrawing, he’s misread the situation clearly. He’s new to this, getting out of prison has fucked with his social skills, he’s pretty good with most situations but when it comes to romance, the only person he’s been with was Emily and that was almost a decade ago. He’s rusty at best.

Your hand comes to rest on his, thumb trailing over the scar on the back of his hand from a cut he’d gotten at the scrapyard in his first week working there.

“I like you.” You tell him truthfully, turning over his hand so you could follow the raised path of the scar. He inhales at the sensation of your fingertip caressing his palm. “I think you’re smart, funny and I think you have a kind heart…”

“But?” he questions.

“This bar takes up a lot of my time and a lot of my patience.” You tell him, your lips pursing together grimly. “The hours aren’t sociable; a lot of people think they can handle that…”

“…until they can’t.” He finishes for you. “You’ve been burned before.”

“Pretty much.” You summarise before meeting his gaze. “And I don’t do hook ups so that leaves with me pretty much with zero romantic prospects. I don’t have anything to give you to make this worth your while.”

Fuck those words hurt him. The fact you sound so listless, that you perceive your value to be based on what you can give other people. He wants to know who the fuck did that to you, who made you feel like you were worthless, like you have nothing to offer.

He entwines your fingers with his own before raising them to his mouth. His heated breath ghosts across your knuckles before his lips brush over the back of your hand, his umber eyes fixed on yours.

“I can handle it.” He tells you resolutely. “And you don’t have to give me anything. You finish up here and want to grab breakfast, I’m game. You wanna hangout somewhere and watch the sunrise, that works for me. You know what I do, you know my job isn’t linear. We’ll figure shit out, work around each other.”

“EZ…” You begin but he cuts you off.

“Just give me a chance.” He asks you, there’s a yearning in his voice, one that strikes a chord in your heart, because you want this with him. You want lazy mornings in the flat upstairs, him in your bed your fingertips ghosting over the shape of his tattoos as he sleeps. You want to see the sunrise from the water tower, the glow of it bathing the town in light with his arm slung around your shoulder. “Just give me one chance to prove I’m not like the others.”

He stares at you, and you stare back, you can see the honesty in his gaze, the resolution. He’d dedicated to this, dedicated to you and you want it to work so badly that you feel your resolve crack.

“Ok.” You tell him, covering his hand with both of your own. “Let’s get breakfast together.”

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There's Gotta Be Some Butterflies Somewhere.

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Part two of A Gentle Kind of Love.

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

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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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Family is everything

Author note: Before I start this one is for you @everyhowlmarksthedead​ . 

This came to my mind this morning and I couldn't help but think about you. I hope you enjoy it!

I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes,

English isn’t my native language.

Words: 835

Warnings: slight swearing

’’Look, babe’’ Riz was on the phone with you , his wife of six years.

He was currently on a run on the other side of the border while you were at home.

’’I’m sorry’’ he apologized as he leaned on his bike.

You let out a sigh.

’’You do realize how often you’ve said that the past couple of weeks?!

It’s getting a bit old by now Michael. I can’t believe you won’t be home for our daughters birthday… again.’’ Your voice was sad as you pulled out the box of decoration you bought the week before.

’’Look querida, I know it sucks but the guys need me. What am I supposed to do?

You knew what you were signing up to the day you married me.’’

’’Doesn’t mean that I have to like it. It’s me who has to dry our daughters tears because her dad won’t be here for her birthday. Missing my birthday or our anniversary is on thing but this - this is…’’ your breaking 

’’You know what Michael, If you think the club is more important than being a father to our daughter then don’t come back at all after the run!’’ ending the call immediately before he could answer you. ’’Fuck’’ you shouted before you threw your phone on the sofa.

The thought of his little girl being sad on her special day broke Riz’s heart. He knew you were 

right. The club is important but his family should be his priority.

Luckily your girl had her her Tio’s wrapped around her finger so Bishop send him home early.

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Day of the Birthday

’’When is papa coming home mommy?’’ you heard your daughter ask right after everyone had arrived for the birthday party. It broke your heart looking into her hopeful eyes knowing he won’t be here.

Just when you wanted to answer her the doorbell rang.

You opened the door and couldn’t believe what you saw.

Your husband with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He pulled you into his arms hugging you tight.

’’I’m sorry darling. You were right.’’ he let go of you after kissing your head.

’’ These are for you’’

’’Thank you. I actually can’t believe you’re here. Let’s go inside Y/D/N is desperately waiting for you’’

Once the two of you reached the living room there was no holding back for your daughter.

’’PAPA you’re home’’ she screamed while running towards Riz.

He picks her up and spins her around ’’Hola princesa happy birthday.’’

You can’t help but smile. She’s a total daddy’s girl.

Your hand automatically makes it’s way to you stomach, resting there.

All you can hope is that this one going to be attached to you.

’’Hey Y/D/N come to grandma’’ your mother says after seeing you.

She’s the only one who knows about the new addition to the family.

You walk towards your husband taking his hand

’’C’mon these flowers need some water and I gotta talk to you my love’’

Once the both of you reach the kitchen you close the door.

’’What’s up mi reina?’’ you put the flowers down on the small table next to you and make your way towards him.

Crossing your arms around his neck, his hands automatically find their way to your hips.

’’ You know I love you right?!’’

’’Yeah you’ve told me once or twice before why?’’ you can’t help but laugh.

’’Thank you for being here. I know how important the club is for you but also for me they’re our family. I’m sorry for the things I said on the phone yesterday.’’ by now you had tears in your

eyes.

’’You’re an amazing husband and father I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else Michael. 

I don’t know what I would do without you.’’

Seeing a tear escape his eye you pull away from him wiping it away. The last time you saw him cry was the day your daughter was born. He was about to reply but you stop him. 

’’Before you say anything let me finish’’ you take his right hand into yours and rest it on your stomach.

’’I went to the doctors office yesterday. Turns out baby Ariza will make it’s appearance in 6 months.

’’Are you being serious mi reina?’’ his voice was breaking while tears are running down his face.

You’re at the verge of crying too.

’’Yes Michael we’re having another baby. Stop crying or I’ll start too and believe me it’s going to take some time until I’ll calm down.

’’Sorry baby’’ he says while wiping his eyes.

’’I can’t believe it. Thank you. Thank you so much for giving me this beautiful family.’’

leaning down taking your face into his hands he gives you the softest kiss you’ve ever received from him. 

’’I love you so much. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Well you and our children.’’ he says while leaning his forehead against yours.

’’I have to thank you.’’ you smile.

@lauraashley93​

@spookys-girl​

[sweetestreyes]

Braiding Riz’ hair and the club teasing him about it...

I’m here with a new HC and thanks for the support, so if you have a special request for any Mayan, just send me a message and i’ll be more than happy to write it ♡ mucho amor para ustedes!

GIF NOT MINE. All credits to owner.

You were quietly chilling at the clubhouse with Riz by your side, his injured leg resting on top of a small table.

His injury didn’t let him ride his motorcycle so you were basically his personal driver.

Riz was concentrated on the papers in front of him while your boredoom grew: you weren’t able to help him but you didn’t want to leave him alone either.

“Mi amor... i’m bored” You said, making him look at you.

“The guys will be back soon cariño, then we go home and cuddle the rest of the day”. He kisses your temple, his attention going back to the paper he was holding.

But that didn’t help you, so you got up and started pacing around the room, making Riz nervous.

“Can you stop? You’re making me fucking anxious” He said, making you stop and sit next to him again.

Can I braid your hair?” Your sudden question making him laugh. “Pretty please?” And he couldn’t resist those puppy eyes.

“You’re lucky I love you”. Giving him a small kiss, you sat behind him and started working on his hair.

With half of his head braided, you started doing the other side when the door opened and the Mayans walked in, holding back their laugh when they saw you and Riz.

“What’s up pretty boy? You have a personal hairdresser now?” Angel teased, Riz scolding him off but letting you finish what you were doing.

“Oh shut the fuck up” He said, making everyone laugh.

“You should add a pretty bow to that one” Crepper commented as the others laughed.

“Yeah, maybe I should bring Letty so you can do her hair too” This time was Coco who talked, making you and Riz roll your eyes.

“Don’t listen to the mi amor, you look great” You said, kissing his head when you finished the last braid.

“I better, ‘cause these shitheads won’t stop talking about this in days”. You giggled, sitting beside him and kissing his lips slowly, resting your head in his chest.

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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)

[twistnet]

three a.m. [ riz ariza ]

SUMMARY ─ after all his calls go straight to voicemail, riz finds himself on the steps of your front porch at three a.m. trying to find the right words to say

WARNINGS ─ female!reader, slight angst + mature language

riz cursed as he pulled the phone from his ear, the automated voicemail message rang from the small device before he snapped the phone shut and slipped it back into the pocket of his cut.

it had been the seventh time he tried to call you, and everyone had ended in sending him straight to voicemail. even trying to leave a quick voicemail proved useless, as the automated message was quick to inform him that your inbox was full.

“you good, brother?”, taza asked, his face furrowing in concern watching as riz jumped slightly at the feeling of his hand on his shoulder. “i.. don’t know. she won’t answer.” 

taza nodded, sparing a glance to bishop before he shook the man next to him slightly. “why don’t you ride ahead? if something tells you things are amiss, follow it. pres won’t be upset if you need to leave to take care of some things.” riz nodded, thanking his brother before gathering up his items and headed outside toward the bikes. 

it would be a couple of hours before he turned onto your street, paying mind to not pop the engine as others in the neighborhood would give him shit for turning up with a loud ass motorcycle in the middle of the night.

riz quickly cut the engine when he entered your driveway, snapping off his helmet before he trudged up to your front door. taking care to step gently not to trip as the porch light wasn’t on. not that he had expected it to be. his knuckles rasped against the wooden doorframe and patiently waited for you to come to the door. he hoped that he had managed to catch you during one of your late night binge watchings, but the longer he waited, the more he realized that wasn’t the case and this was a waste of time.

just as he was about to turn and head back to his bike, the porch light flickered on. he caught the curtain from your living room flutter, then the door clicking open right after. 

you opened the door slightly, eyes heavy as you yawned, pulling your cover closer around your body when the slight breeze hit your skin. “why are you on my porch at three a.m., michael?” you grumbled, watching riz fidget with himself as he tried to come up with an answer. why exactly had he shown up at your residence this late. what was he trying to accomplish by being here. “you didn’t answer my calls.” 

you scoffed, turning away from the door in search of your phone. riz stepped in quickly behind you, shutting the door and locking it back up tightly. he shrugged out of his kutte, turning just to see you down at your phone with a displeased look. “all these calls took place four hours ago. i was asleep, ariza.” you tossed your phone back onto the counter, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.

“i...” he trailed off, twisting at the rings on his fingers. “you what?” you questioned, moving to stand infront of him with a soft expression. he sighed, glancing down and away from your eyes that were boring into his. “just wanted to make sure you were okay. with everything that’s been going on, i...just got worried.”

“look at me.” you lifted his chin, his eyes coming to rest on your form, “i am alive and okay. i’m not hurt, or in pain. just tired cause my stupid boyfriend got his head stuck in his ass and decided to wake me up.” riz snorted, moving to place his hands just at the curve of your hips, his thumbs rubbing small circles, snagging the material of your pajama bottoms.

with a deep breath, he dropped his head, resting his forehead against yours. before slowly tugging you into his embrace. you returned the embrace, your hands coming to rest at the small of his back. 

you smiled as lips sweetly pressed against your forehead, before riz stepped away. without words, you clasped his hand with yours, leading him toward your room.

riz quickly stripped himself of his boots and jeans. tossing them and his other accessories onto the bench positioned under your window. he turned, already finding you in bed before sliding under the covers himself. immediately, you moved closer to him, relishing in the warmth he provided and the beat of his heart under your head. his hand found yours once again.

there were no exchanges of ‘goodnights’ as the two of you had quickly drifted off into sleep before those words could be uttered. any words to be shared would wait til morning, when you awoke in each other’s arms. 

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