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crowfootwrites · 3 years

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Sugar [Miguel Galindo x Fem!Reader]

I - I'm not sure what happened, because I didn't plan this lol. But it's probably because I had this song on repeat as I was writing. Miguel has been pissing me off this season, but I guess that's working for me? Idk, that seems like there's a lot to unpack there. Anyway, here's a one-shot!

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut (like, a bunch of it), unprotected sex, daddydom!miguel; language; references to sugaring (not the waxing kind) | Words: 3,295

Taglist: @chibsytelford

He had been coming in every Thursday morning for the last several weeks. He ordered the same thing every time. For Miguel, medium flat white with oat milk. An odd choice, in your opinion. Based on his appearance, you would have pegged him as an Americano guy. Or at worst, the type to order a cappuccino and casually drop the “I discovered cappuccinos at this exquisite little café on a Venice canal” line. Especially the first time he came in wearing that white suit. Might as well have been wearing a fucking straw fedora.

He sat in the café every time he came in, reading the paper and looking at you. Men did that, sometimes, but they all had the decency to look away when you caught them staring. But this guy would meet your eyes with not a hint of embarrassment and take his sweet time breaking your gaze to return to his paper. If he had been anyone else, it might’ve made your skin crawl. But the fact that he didn’t look away, as though he didn’t care that you knew he was looking, had you intrigued.

Your barista job was the way you were paying your way through school and you worked a lot. Having something like a handsome regular to look forward to made the time a little more bearable. So, your little dance with the stranger Miguel went on like this for several weeks. After the first few, you started making sure to have his order ready when he arrived, knowing he would show up at 8:15 on the dot. The first time you did that, you slid his drink across the counter as he reached for it, his fingers brushing yours lightly. You met his scrutiny with your own darkening gaze, daring him to say something. But also begging him to say something.

He didn’t. He simply smirked that infuriating smirk and took his usual place at a table near the door, opening his paper with a flick. You turned on your heel, sucking your teeth as your coworker arched her eyebrow at you.

The next Thursday, you had his order ready when he arrived, but in an effort to restore the power balance, you had your coworker bring it to the handoff. You could feel Miguel’s eyes on you as you zipped busily behind the counter, making drinks. He watched you intently for the entirety of his visit. You allowed yourself exactly three glances his way. Each time, you could tell that you were getting him riled up. You had the feeling that no one ever said no to him, and you weren’t giving him the attention he so clearly desired.

Perhaps the timing was right, or perhaps your brush-off worked, but the following week was different. You could tell something had changed when he walked in. He was all business, his shoulders squared beneath his navy suit jacket, his bearded jaw set. He looked… like he was done playing games. The thought sent an involuntary shiver crawling down your spine.

“Good morning, Miguel,” you said coyly as he approached the handoff where you had his drink waiting for him.

“(Y/N),” he offered in response, a devilish glint in his eye.

“I’d like to get this to go,” he continued, motioning to his coffee, and your heart plummeted, immediately assuming you had somehow messed this up for yourself.

“Uh, sure,” you retorted. “Not a problem.” You turned away to remake his drink in a to-go cup, mentally kicking yourself already. When you returned to hand him his drink, he was leaning nonchalantly against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, studying you.

“There’s something else I’d like.” He pushed himself off the wall and leaned over the counter conspiratorially, his mouth very close to your ear. His tone was smooth, with just enough authority to make your thighs clench. “You. On your back. In my bed.”

His words squeezed the breath out of your lungs. You pulled back for a moment to meet his gaze, the corners of your mouth twitching upwards. Your pulse thrummed under your skin. “Also, not a problem,” you murmured, proud of how smooth you managed to sound, despite the rolodex of emotions spinning in your head.

***

“Fuck – Miguel!” you moaned, your back arching off of his 1,000 thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets as he slid his fingers between your folds, his mouth and beard glistening with your juices. You watched him smirk from his position between your legs, his fingers stretching you exquisitely. He had one of your knees pinned roughly to the bed, keeping you spread for him. You clutched at the sheets on either side of you, but your hands started to wander as he found his rhythm inside you. His thumb circled your clit roughly as your fingers dragged themselves down your body. One hand found a home pinching and twisting your nipple, the sharp twinge punctuating the slow heat building in your core. Your other hand gripped at Miguel’s hair as his tongue lapped at your clit again, and you couldn’t help yourself as you ground your hips harder against his face, whining in pleasure.

Your first orgasm rolled through you like a wave, your whole body convulsing repeatedly as you rode it, wailing Miguel’s name in its wake. He climbed over you as you came down, his thick cock hanging against the inside of your thigh and you shivered, eager to be stretched around him as he fucked you into his fancy mattress. He eyed you hungrily as he moved to press his mouth to your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. When you had been lulled into the gentleness of his ministrations, he bit down hard on your shoulder, sinking roughly into you at the same time, and you cried out as the sensation took your breath away. You clung to Miguel, your fingers clawing frantically at his back, as he bottomed out, thrusting hard and deep.

A low groan rumbled in his chest as he rolled his hips against yours. You relished in the sounds of your fucking echoing in the spacious room, his hips snapping furiously against your ass. He tossed your legs over his shoulders and pounded harder into you, the new angle sinking him even deeper. The fire in his eyes excited you and had your pussy throbbing around him.

“Ahh, Jesus, Miguel, just like that,” you gasped, feeling the pressure building in your core. The higher he took you, the emptier your mind became, until all you knew was the ache to be filled. Miguel pulled your hands off of him, grabbing your wrists roughly and pinning them to the bed above your head, never breaking stride.

“Please don’t stop,” you cried, your eyes screwed shut, quickly approaching another orgasm. Miguel dropped himself onto his elbows to hover over you, the added stimulation over your clit wrecking you. Your second orgasm snapped, spots bursting behind your eyelids and you clenched around Miguel completely. He fucked you through it and moments later he was pulling out to kneel in front of you on the bed, stroking himself desperately before releasing ropes of hot cum on your chest.

He was breathing hard as he ran a finger through the sticky mess on your chest and brought it up to your lips. He watched with dark eyes as you opened your mouth obediently and sucked the taste of him off of his fingers.

After a moment, his face relaxed and he pulled himself off the bed, returning from the bathroom with a damp rag. He gently cleaned off your chest, grazing your clavicle with his lips. You couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped you, at the image of Miguel Galindo cleaning you up.

“What?” he asked with a lopsided smile.

“Hope you’re not expecting me to give you my employee discount from now on,” you snickered.

Miguel grinned. “I think I can afford a cup of coffee, querida.”

***

You were more than a little surprised when Miguel showed up at your door late one Saturday morning. You had been sleeping together for a few months by then; sometimes at fancy hotels, but usually at his home, in his bed. Well, and on a lot of his other furniture. But considering that he lived in a very expensive house with lavish trappings and armed security, him coming to your shitty apartment in Santo Padre was unprecedented. But there he was, standing at your door, while you stared back at him wide-eyed. You drank in his suited appearance while you stood before him in bare feet and an oversized Guns ‘n Roses t-shirt.

“Good morning, princesa,” he said smoothly, that notorious smirk fastened to his lips. “May I come in?”

You shifted from foot to foot. “Uh, sure, I guess.” You stepped back to allow him through.

You watched skeptically as he gazed around him. He kept his expression smoothed into neutrality, making it impossible to read him. Most apartments in Santo Padre were old and somewhat run down. You had worked hard to make yours feel homey. It was small, but your couch was new, and you had a nice TV you had saved up for. There was framed art on the walls and pictures on the shelves. If he had said anything negative about your home, the only space you had to yourself, you might have thrown him out. Perhaps he sensed this; either way, he kept his mouth shut.

“Can I get you something to drink?” you asked courteously, the nicety feeling strange on your tongue considering that not two days ago that same tongue had been wrapped around his cock.

“Coffee?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes, but still let the grin settle on your lips.

You padded to the kitchen and pulled out two ceramic pour-over sets, your grinder, and the most expensive beans you had on hand. You got started on the familiar, comforting process of making coffee, letting yourself focus on the grinding and the pouring and the steeping, while your mind tried to parse out what Miguel was doing here.

When the coffee was done, you returned to the living room to find Miguel sitting on your couch, gazing down at the papers you had been going through strewn chaotically across the coffee table. He glanced up at you as you entered, a rare smile gracing his features, but you caught the furrow of his brows before he looked up.

You handed him the cup of coffee with an arched brow.

“You need a better system of organization,” he chided, motioning towards the mess.

You shrugged as you dropped onto the couch beside him. “Probably, but I would need to find the motivation to organize it first. Looking at all of this makes me depressed,” you responded, only half-joking.

Miguel studied you seriously for a moment. Then his features relaxed and your chest unclenched accordingly. He set his cup on the coffee table and settled back into your couch as you pulled your legs up under you, getting comfortable.

“So,” you started, drawing the word out. “What brings you to the wrong side of the tracks this fine morning, Miguel?”

You caught the irritation that flashed in his eyes as he turned to look at you. But he eased up when he spotted your wry grin.

“Needed a break from work,” he said simply, his hands gently pulling your feet onto his lap.

“So, you came to hide out in the last place they’d look for you, huh?”

He grinned. “Something like that.”

He drew a low groan out of you as he pressed a thumb to the insole of your foot. You had worked a double yesterday and your feet were killing you. You closed your eyes, your head dropping against the couch cushions as you relaxed into his touch.

When you opened them a few minutes later, Miguel’s hungry stare was focused on you.

“Fuck, querida, the sounds you make,” he growled, reaching for your hips and pulling you roughly onto his lap, your back pressed against his firm chest. You let your head drop back onto his shoulder, his breath in your ear sending tremors down your back. His hand slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, his touch teasing against the fabric of your panties. Your pussy clenched in anticipation, and you moaned, a low, wanton sound that had Miguel restraining you firmly with his free arm.

“So needy for me, (Y/N).” With a quick flick of his wrist, he had pulled your panties off and let them drop to the floor. He draped your legs over his, opening you wide for him. His middle finger caressed your slick folds, frustratingly slowly. Patience wasn’t your strong suit, and Miguel very much enjoyed lording that over you.

A low rumble reverberated in his chest as he swatted at the side of your bare ass on his lap. “Beg for it,” he commanded, nipping hard at your neck. You yelped at the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain.

“Please, Miguel. Please, I need you.” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, rocking on Miguel’s lap, as much as his hold would allow, desperate for more friction.

“That’s better,” he remarked as he plunged two fingers into you. Your mouth hung open in a silent cry, devastated by the feeling of him stretching you. The pace he set was savage, and you were quickly approaching the edge.

“Fuck, I – I’m so close,” you wailed, the rolling in your hips no longer under your control.

So he pulled his fingers out. A petulant whine escaped your throat before you could stop it and you heard Miguel tut chidingly in your ear.

“Up,” he ordered, and you rose off his lap. He pulled at your waist and bent you over the arm of the couch, positioning himself behind you. You heard his pants dropping to the floor before a firm smack landed first on one cheek, then the other, making you rock forward against the couch, wetness sliding between your thighs.

“Please,” you whispered, and Miguel cracked, pushing his thick cock between your folds. He sheathed himself inside you, his grip bruising on your hips. After giving you a moment to adjust to his size, he pulled out and slammed back into you, returning to his brutal pace from earlier. He looped a strong arm around your torso and hauled you up, his fingers finding their place in a firm grasp around your throat. He fucked furiously up into you, your living room permeated with primal grunts and moans.

Your fingers wandered needily to your clit, twirling around it until the tight coil in your belly snapped and you were coming, writhing so forcefully that you broke from Miguel’s grasp and caught yourself with trembling hands on the arm of the couch. Miguel reached down and gripped your hair, tugging just enough to turn your head to the side, watching you come down from your high. His cock was punishing inside you and you were trembling from overstimulation, but you knew he was close. His jaw clenched and he leaned over you, pressing his forehead against your spine, fucking you deep.

A few more thrusts like that and Miguel was coming undone inside you, his cock twitching with his release. From the corner of your eye, you could see the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he pulled out, immediately going to fetch a towel from the bathroom. He cleaned you up, placing gentle kisses on the red marks on your ass and combing his fingers through your hair. You grabbed his hand and led him to your bedroom, pulling under the covers with you, your eyes already heavy with sleep.

A short nap later, you shuffled back out to the living room, leaving Miguel asleep in your bed. Despite your little interlude, you had to be somewhat productive today. You sighed, steeling yourself for the stack of bills still awaiting you. Your rent and tuition bill would be the priority. There had been more fee hikes at the school, so you were probably looking at another couple of months of pulling as many doubles as you could manage to cover expenses. Plus, you had to consider the cost of your textbooks. As you perched on the edge of the couch with your elbows on your knees, you scanned the sea of papers looking for the tuition statement. Your eyes widened as you located it, a soft “what the fuck?” escaping your lips.

There was a check on top of it. For the total amount of your tuition for the semester. Signed by Miguel Galindo.

You picked up the check with trembling fingers, as though terrified it might disintegrate if you thought about it too hard. You stared at it, your thumb tracing over the check amount, as you stood robotically and made your way back to the bedroom.

Miguel was still asleep, facing the edge of the bed, the almost permanent stress lines around his eyes and mouth gone. You sat heavily on the floor beside him, your head almost touching his, still staring down at the check in your hands.

“Miguel, what is this?” you asked softly, and with a groan, he opened his eyes.

It took him a moment to register what was happening, but when he did, he shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t want you to have to work doubles all month. Then I’ll never get to see you.”

A quiet hum thrummed in your throat. “This is a lot of money,” you muttered.

His lips turned up into a grin, a hint of condescension behind his sleepy eyes. “No, it’s really not, princesa.”

Your brain worked hard to process what was happening. What he was doing. “Does this mean you’re like, paying me for sex, essentially?”

Miguel heaved a heavy sigh and sat up in bed, pulling you into his lap. He buried his nose in your shoulder, his lips gliding softly across your skin. “Consider it mutually beneficial. I need something from you,” he growled, trailing a hand teasingly under your shirt, “and you need something that I can give you in return. And like I said, I would be a very unhappy man if I never get to do this,” he continued, pinching your nipple roughly, eliciting a fragile whine as your mind snapped to attention, “because you’re always at work, especially when I can do something about it.”

You nodded, a little dazed, and Miguel pulled you against him as he laid back down, spooning you. You began to relax as you talked yourself into the arrangement. You were already having sex, right? So, this was just… sweetening the pot? You imagined for a moment how much less stressful your life could be if you didn’t have to spend all your time either in classes or at work to pay for classes. You could have more time to study, more time to cook so you wouldn’t be living on fast food. And you certainly weren’t going to turn down more time with Miguel.

You chuckled quietly and Miguel squeezed your hand questioningly.

“Does this make you my sugar daddy?” you asked with a laugh.

Miguel scoffed. “Not a fan of that term, but I suppose that is an accurate description.”

You rolled over to face him, meeting his heated gaze. You wrapped a leg over his hips and threaded your fingers into his hair, desire blossoming in your belly. “What about just daddy, then?”

You watched that signature smirk appear, the clenching of his jaw hinting at his swelling arousal. He rolled you onto your back, pinning you roughly to the bed. “Now that, querida, I can work with.”

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rebel-without-cause-x · 4 years

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Jealousy

Miguel Galindo x Reader

Gif credit @angels-reyes

REQUESTED BY ANON // Hello could you write one were the reader is like a sunshine and really sweet so she is nice to everyone and Miguel gets jealous and she gets angry at him for that? Idk if you will write it is ok if ypu don't. Hope you have a wonderful day💚

Walking through the streets of Santo Padre you couldn’t help but smile as the autumn sun warmed your skin, tray of coffees in one hand and a bag of pastries in the other. It was a Saturday morning and you spent it wandering around the market as you did every week.

If people didn’t know you were Miguel Galindo’s girlfriend they definitely wouldn’t know by looking at you, your appearance was simple, a pair of grey sweatpants, your Nike air maxs, a black vest top and your cap turned backwards. But the people who knew smiled and greeted you.

Walking back to your car, you headed over to Miguel’s house, even though he tended to work Saturdays because let’s face it the cartel didn’t stop for anyone. You still spent the weekend at his house.

Parking your car, you smiled as you saw Marcus’ bike parked out front, making you glad you got him something as well.

“The life of the party had arrived” you shouted as you walked into the house “and I brought goodies”

To say this was grown ass men you were dealing with, you had never seen them run as fast down the stairs from the office to see what you brought.

“Fucking children” you laughed.

“What you got Querida” Nestor grinned.

“White chocolate hot chocolate and a cinnamon swirl for nesty” you smiled passing him his drink and pastry, kissing his cheek to greet him.

“Then we have a gingerbread latte and a blueberry muffin for marcy” smiling and doing the same as you did for Nestor.

You felt your boyfriends eyes burning into your soul, before shaking his head and walking outside. One thing he was still trying to overcome was how friendly you were, and it made him jealous seeing you interact with his men.

“Mikey in a mood today?” You asked Nestor.

“He was fine until just now” he shrugged.

“Right” you said, rolling your eyes, you knew what this was about. Grabbing his coffee you wandered outside to find him sat on the outdoor sofa staring into mid air.

“You okay?” You asked sitting across from him placing his coffee and panini in front of him.

“Just fine” he huffed, making you roll your eyes.

“Doesn’t seem that way” you said sparking a cigarette up.

“You know how I feel about how you act” he sighed.

“Oh here we go” you laughed “mikey it’s just how I am, I’m not flirting with them, I’m just friendly so if you can just stop acting like a jealous idiot that would be great”

Standing up you tossed your half smoked cigarette into the ashtray before storming inside diving on the sofa and turning the TV on.

The constant jealousy was starting to piss you off, you weren’t doing anything wrong just being friendly because you knew what it was like to be treated like shit and wanted to make sure the people you classed as your family didn’t feel that way.

For the rest of the day you gave him the silent treatment.

It was now 7pm and Miguel appeared next to you wearing a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, two cartons of food from the Chinese takeaway.

“Still giving me the silent treatment?” He asked placing the food on the coffee table before pulling your legs over him.

“Maybe” you said not taking your eyes off the TV “depends if you are gonna act like an idiot”

“Look I’m trying to work on not being jealous, you are the ray of sunshine in this family and I know you are just being kind but I don’t know it sets my insecurities on fire” he whispered as he massaged your feet.

“You’re insecure” you whispered, turning your attention to him.

“Every single day” he mumbled “like I have a little voice in the back of my head telling me you will find someone better than me and leave me. I mean you deserve better than me, I’m hardly around”

“Mikey I knew what I was getting into when we started dating 2 years ago” you whispered “I can assure you that my heart only beats for you, I only have eyes for you. But sometimes it feels like you don’t trust me”

“I’m sorry for making you feel like that” he said looking up “I will try and be less jealous”

“That’s all I ask for” you whispered placing your hand on his cheek “now come on let’s eat before the food goes cold”

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wisteriaandwafers · 3 years

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Best Friends in love Collection. Or Best Friends to Lovers.

This is one of my favourite tropes and I read and reblog a whole lot of them so here’s a small list of some of them

Mayans M.C

Angel Reyes - He has the the most because he’s the most popular from the show so...

Plan b by @calif0rnia-lovers

I confess I haven’t actually read it but everything else they’ve written is great so...

Oneshot by @mrsmarvelous1995

This one’s very cute and I’ve read it multiple times

The dress by @blackmissfrizzle

One of the very first Mayans fics I ever read

The truth 2 by @yourwonkywriter

This ones just fun and they’re childhood besties

This by @everyhowlmarksthedead

Sort of...

Ez just seems like best friend material, at least early season Ez.

No missed opportunities, my plus one 2, let me sleep 2, game night by @drabbles-mc

@/drabbles-mc writes best friend Ez so well so there’s multiple

I’ll take your man(s) by @blackmissfrizzle Ez/Miguel

Except not really? We don’t know yet

This drabble by @breanime Miguel Galindo

This one’s very adult and missed/wrong moments but ends so very adorably

Other Characters

Just friends by @clearlydiamondz Erik Stevens

Except not really? For this one as well. It was just lovely

Crazy by @biisexualemma Oscar Diaz

I don’t know I just enjoyed it

Lovesick by @charcoocheurie Oscar Diaz

I also like the saviour trope(to a certain extent) and there ls an additional touch of that in here

Best friends by @bjornswoman Hvitserk

Just because I’ve been reading a lot of Hvitserk fics on my other blog recently

My best friend, Jensen by @drabblewithfrannybarnes Jake Jensen

It’s a series and it’s great!

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gillysoldlady · 3 years

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Bubbles : oneshot. Miguel Galindo and Reader. 18+fluff and smut. cartel daddy wanted some attention so I wrote this little thing. @itsjustmyfantasyroom enjoy my friend.

You had just gotten the baby down and were running yourself a bath when you heard his footsteps walking to the door of the bathroom . For a moment he stood there and then you heard him pulling his shoes off and placing them on the tile floor . Then you saw him unbuttoning his gray silk shirt and pulling it off slowly.

“ Vanilla and roses.” Miguel said softly,

“ Yes, though my husband would like something more manly I’m sure .” She smiled.

“ This is your bath querida.” He moved toward you and kissed your lips.

“ Your hair is getting long in the back my love.”

“ I know how much you like it that way.”

He unzipped his pants and then stepped out of them slowly revealing his black Calvin Klein briefs which you pulled down with a little laugh.

“ So that’s how you’re feeling then wife .” He smirked and helped you into the foaming bubbles of the tub before he got in himself. Then he moved toward you in the warm water and his hands gripped your hips as he worked his way forward to your center.

“The last time we had one of these nights I conceived our daughter.” You reached out and gently pulled the longer pieces of Miguel’s hair bringing his head closer to your breasts.

“ Yes you did.”

“ Do we want another one so soon ?”

“ We did say we would wait until Pilar is out of diapers.”

“ I went back on the pill so I am okay right now.”

“ In that case.” Miguel moved toward you slowly on the warm water and you felt one of his hands lift your left leg a little under the bubbles. The water splashed a little as he shifted your position before he slid into you slowly .

“ You’re tight baby, it’s been a while since you’ve had the proper attention.”

“ Well with a nine month old who had her first cold after Nestor brought it in the house there wasn’t exactly freedom for sexy time.”

“ She’s better now.” You felt Miguel begin to thrust into you and your breathing got heavy as you followed his rhythm in the big marble tub.

After a while there was a popping sound as he pulled out of you .

“ Daddy you were amazing. I think I have the man who gives a lady the best lay in Santo Padre right here in this tub.”

Miguel smiled . “ And I have the wife with the sweetest tits that belong only to me.” He ran his tongue around one of your nipples gently.

You shivered. “ I love when you do that .”

“ And to think Bishop Losas cousin married me.”

“ Just because you do business together doesn’t mean I can’t love the best fucking man I have ever met.”

“ Such a mouth Mrs. Galindo.”

“ You knew I had it when we met.”

“ True and I also know you like a shot of tequila after sex so let me go get some .”

“ Yet another reason I married you, I love when your ass is naked and walks around the house.”

“ Only for you mi amor.”

#mayans mc #miguel galindo

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breanime · 3 years

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Breanime’s Follow Up Follower Event

(I'm only taking requests for this event OR gifs for gif drabbles right now)

So I made another milestone with my follower count--thank you all so much! I’m still not ready to open up full on requests, BUT I wanted to do a little event for you all. Please read all the way if you’re going to be sending in requests.

For this event, I’ll be taking doing drabble prequels or sequels to other oneshots and drabbles I’ve written in the past for the following characters ONLY (click each name for the link to that character’s masterlist):

Rio

Angel Reyes

EZ Reyes

Miguel Galindo

Coco Cruz

Tommy Shelby

Jax Teller

DIALOGUE PROMPT LIST

You can also send in dialogue requests with the prequel/sequel requests, but please don’t send in more than 3 prompts in one ask.

I don’t know how long I’ll keep this event open, it depends on how many requests I get, so please follow these rules to request a drabble:

Send in the character name and a brief description of the drabble (OR THE LINK) you’d like me to expand on

Let me know if you want a prequel or a sequel

Optional: Quote up to 3 prompts from the prompt list you’d like to have added into the drabble

Specify if you have a genre you’d like added in: smut, fluff, angst, angst with a happy ending, etc.

PLEASE DO NOT SEND IN MORE THAN 3 SEPRATE REQUESTS AT ONCE, I don’t want to get overwhelmed

Thank you!

Also, don't forget to leave ya girl a tip if you're able 😉

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#breanime's follow up follower event #feel free to reblog!#also feel free to follow me if you arent already

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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EZEKIEL ‘EZ’ REYES x READER ⨟ HEADCANON

Anon asked: There is not enough ez tho and you are great writer so can you write something about him falling in love with someone else after emily? headcannon or oneshot ?

Word Count: 1.6k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits: @angels-reyes.

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When you walked to their table and asked what could you do for them, EZ only thought “marry me”.

It's been six months since your father opened his cafeteria at Santo Padre, and the Mayans come every two or three days, except when they're traveling.

They're already your friends.

But, even if EZ is the cutest guy you have ever met, he acts kinda strange some moments. Mostly, when you two are alone.

“Morning, boy scout. Coffee?”

It's too early so the place is almost empty. The Reyes is sitting at his table, writing something in a small notebook that he hides as soon as he notices you.

“Uh?” He asks then nailing an elbow over the white wood, pretending you haven't seen anything.

“Coffee?”

“Su—Sure”. He nods clearing his throat, offering you one of the mugs on the table.

“Were you writing… poems?”

“Poems? Po—Poems? No. No, no, no”. He laughs nervous, shaking his head. “That... shit ain't my style. No. Definitely, no”.

“I like ‘that shit’”. You just say, wrapping your left forearm with your right fingers, after serving the drink.

He looks at you with parted lips, noticing that he's a complete idiot, trying to pretend he's a bad boy just because of the piece of leather he's wearing.

“Hey, mami! Damn! Te ves preciosa por la mañana”. (You look beautiful in the morning). Taza's voice calls your attention, behind you.

“Hey, Aztecas”.

“Uh, right to my heart, querida”. Bishop pretends that you hit him, turning to the guys coming to the table.

“Coffee, coffee, coffee!” Angel says leaving a kiss on your cheek. “Oh, sorry, guys. Have we interrupted your Disney moment?”

“If you say that because your brother looks like ‘Dopey’ from Snow White… yeah, we were having a Disney moment”.

EZ talked about you with the crew. They all were happy because he, finally, was forgetting Emily. And he also looked somewhat more focused. But he's too dumb to talk with you and the crew is always trying to help.

“It's too late, EZ can take you home”. Tranq says, looking through the big glass to notice the empty avenue.

“Yeah! Right, boy scout?” Coco palms his back harder than he should, causing him to almost choke on the beer.

“Fo—For sure. For sure”. He replies coughing, cleaning his mouth with a hand.

“Don' worry, my boyfriend is gonna pick me up”.

Angel spits his drink all over Gilly, when he hears your words.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” The oldest Reyes asks with a high-pitched and shrill voice, trying to recover himself.

“Angel, don' try to escape from the friend zone, it's annoyen' put you in once and again”. You point at him, raising both eyebrows. “I was just kiddin', relax... About my boyfriend, not about the friendzone''.

“Anyway. EZ will take you home”.

“Will you?” Turning to the Reyes, he nods with pursed lips. Well, you actually don't know if he's agreeing or denying, because of the moves of his head.

The whole ride you are preparing yourself for something to happen, but nothing. He just hugs you for a second, before leaving.

Because of the next two weeks listening to his little brother saying that he's going to ask you out, Angel ends up going crazy.

Someone is hitting the small bell on the counter, making you nervous, until you're able to turn around frowning. You find Angel sitting on a stool. Messy hair, eye bags and the same clothes than yesterday. Serving him a coffee, you rest your forearms against the marble edge.

“Rough night?”

“Yeah, like the last two weeks, querida”. He answers by opening his eyes too much with an annoyed and singing voice.

“Can I help you?”

“Yeah, by having a fucking date with my lil'bro”.

Wrinkling your nose, you lean back your head for a second. Confused like never before.

“You like him, dumbass. And since he took you home, he's the whole fucking damn time telling me he's gonna ask you out”. Bowing above the counter, he grabs your wrists resting his forehead on it, almost sobbing. “I fuckin' beg you, (Y/N). Go on a date with him”.

“Why doesn't he ask me?”

“'Cause he has never have a girlfri— Well, he had one, but that fuckin' bitch doesn' count”.

How was possible that a guy like EZ was single all the time. There is something fishy (...).

“But don' worry about sex. He's pretty goo— I mean, I don' know. Zero incest. But girls say so”. He says supporting his chin on the counter, smiling sideways. “I beg you. I'll do anything for you. Please. If I have to listen ‘I'm gonna ask (Y/N) out” again… Damn, preciosa, I swear to god I'm gonna be the fucking mexican Van Gogh”.

When Angel tells EZ that he has talked with you, he goes to the cafeteria like a bat out of hell. But you're not there. You asked for a day off. He thinks he fucked up things because of Angel's chat.

He has been trying to get your number at all cost to text you something. He doesn't know what. Maybe a ‘sorry, my brother is stupid’, maybe a ‘I would like to have a date with you’. But he can't get it.

The next morning he comes back to the cafeteria with the crew, but you're not working. And he feels somewhat disappointed. And Bishop already scolded Angel.

But then, EZ receives a call from the Romeros and Bros.

“Pretty girl asking for you, Ezekiel Reyes”.

He describes you getting up from his chair with his heart about to explode, under the Mayans look.

“Yeah, that's the pretty girl. She's waiting in the clubhouse”.

EZ rides his bike at full speed.

And he's about to have an accident. But it's Ezekiel Reyes. The golden boy. He can't have an accident. What do we say to the god of death? Not today, mijo.

EZ feels his legs trembling as he comes closer to the main door.

“He—Hey… Were you looking for me?”

“Why have you only had one girlfriend and ‘that bitch doesn' count’?”

The Reyes doesn't answer, turning around the bar in silence to grab a small glass, serve tequila on it and drink it in one gulp. After that, he holds your hand, pulling you to the closer sofa to sit with you.

“A man killed my mom. I chased him. I shot a cop by mistake. He died. I went six years to jail. I broke up with my girlfriend because she deserved someone better than me. Then... she aborted our baby, in some kind of revenge. But she still being around, even if I don' want her close, 'cause we work with his husband”.

You're freaking out, hiding it by a serious gesture with pursed lips, nodding for a second.

“I'm not the guy a father would want for her daughter. I should have told you one bit at a time, but I really fell in love with you, when you came to my table. A red lace with white dots tying your hair, the apple smell leaving a trail wherever you went, the smiley you write above every ‘i’ in our bills…”

Now you don't know if he's a psycho.

“Sorre', I remember shit. Photographic memory”.

Oh.

“I would really like to have a date with you, (Y/N)”.

“Were you writing a poem?”

“My mom used to read me every night, and I was studying Literature at college. I fuckin' love poetry”.

He finally gets the date. Tacos, dance, tequila and poems. The perfect one.

Angel sleeps like a baby that night.

Some months before, he introduces you to the club at a party, even if they already know you. But they're Mayans. They need parties like they need air to live.

For life issues, you meet Emily one day walking around Santo Padre, hanging out with Leti. She jeers about your relationship, until you break her nose and also one of your knuckles. Of course, you get arrested because she's Miguel Galindo's BITCH wife.

When EZ goes to pick you up, that BITCH woman is there, making a complaint against you accompanied by a man with braids and black sunglasses.

“Ezekiel”. She sobs, while you live the scene from the cell, rolling your eyes with a heavy snort.

The club has paid your bail, so you can go home after spending the night there. But you're not sure if you want to go home in case that, because of what you did, you're going to have trouble with your boyfriend. You don't want to lose him and maybe you should have thought better about it before hitting her.

The Reyes passes her away, straight to the cell being opened by a cop. And you're trembling, until the man puts his kutte on your shoulders, leaving a kiss on your temple.

“Let's go home, ex-con”. He jokes laughing, surrounding your neck with an arm, walking stuck to you.

EZ usually makes fun of you because of it, calling you “the mexicans Bonnie and Clyde”.

At the end, even if he doesn't have to prove it, he shows you everyday how much he loves you. And after two weeks you don't remember who the fuck is Emily Galindo.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc #mayans x reader #ez reyes x reader #ezekiel reyes #ezekiel reyes x reader #ez reyes

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aingealcethlenn · 3 years

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SOA/Mayans Masterlist

Sons Of Anarchy & The Mayans

SERIES/MULTI-PART WORKS::

ONESHOTS::

Jax Teller

Juice Ortiz

Chibs Telford

Opie Winston

Tig Trager

EZ Reyes

Angel Reyes

Miguel Galindo

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crowfootwrites · 3 years

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🎶 OOPS, I DID IT AGAIN. 🎶 I WROTE ANOTHER NSFW DRABBLE because I can't help myself. 🤦🏼‍♀️ Without further ado, June 18th below the cut!

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18. Underwater:

The soft patio lights twinkled on the surface of the pool, highlighting the slope of your shoulders and the swell of your bare breasts as darkness reigned around you. The press of Miguel’s lips, the heat of his breath behind your ear, had desire pooling in your belly and an aching in your core. His hard cock pressed against your ass as his fingers drifted underwater to graze teasingly over your slit. Your head dropped back onto his shoulder.

“Skinny-dipping was an excellent idea, mi amor,” he growled, slipping his cock between your folds, your cry echoing in the night.

#mayans fx #mayans mc #mayansmc #mayans mc x reader #mayans imagine #mayans x reader #mayans smut #mayans drabble #miguel galindo #miguel galindo x reader #miguel galindo oneshot #miguel galindo drabble

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crowfootwrites · 3 years

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Here's a drabble for June 7th, from my June Prompt List! This one is not my favorite; I really had a block on this one. However, I was very inspired by this image of Lupita Nyong'o because CHRIST she looks incredible.

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The tightly-woven gold dress fit you like a glove. You ran your hands over the fabric covering your thighs before fidgeting again with the 25-carat band of diamonds around your neck. You closed your eyes and counted your breaths, trying to calm your pounding heart.

“You’re fine, mi amor. You look beautiful,” Miguel murmured reassuringly behind you. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the timbre of his voice. You opened your eyes and faced him, letting his encouraging smile bolster you. You were inexperienced with Miguel’s world, but he believed you could navigate it, so you’d give it your all.

#mayans fx #mayans mc #mayansmc #mayans mc imagine #mayans oneshot #mayans drabble #mayans imagine #miguel galindo oneshot #miguel galindo #miguel galindo x reader #mayans mc x reader

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crowfootwrites · 3 years

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Ok, it's been a whirlwind trip (my first time in Nashville! 🤠), so I'm gonna post what I've missed! I will let you know in advance that I'll have to post a few more late since I'll be driving for the next couple of days! But hopefully you enjoy what I have for the last couple of days!

June 21st's features soft!Miguel 🤤

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21. Pearl:

A small gasp slipped between your lips as you opened the green velvet box to reveal the shimmering pearl nestled inside. Your favorite, your birthstone. Your eyes flickered back up to Miguel, who watched you with a pleased smile. You lifted the delicate gold chain out of the box and Miguel was on his feet, his warm hands caressing your shoulders as he moved behind you to fasten it.

The necklace secured, his hand drifted lower, coming to rest on your sizable belly. “For my June girls,” he whispered, pressing his temple to yours as you relaxed into his embrace.

#mayans fx #mayans mc #mayansmc #mayans imagine #mayans x reader #mayans mc x reader #mayans drabble #miguel galindo drabble #miguel galindo oneshot #miguel galindo x reader #miguel galindo

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wisteriaandwafers · 3 years

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Shorts List

Two months ago I made a list of series and said I would make one for shorts, oneshots, drabbles, two-parters and such, next time I put off actual work. But like the true queen of procrastination that I am, I procrastinated on that too.

I would like to thank all the authors on this list and some that are not (bc I forget stuff), I really appreciate you for giving me little pockets of joy. Some of these are older that I keep in my mind and some newer that are so fun.

They are mostly of the soft and cute variety because I’m soft and I love love. Here you go babes

You are responsible for what you read. Take a peek at the warnings.

Mayans M.C.

Miguel Galindo

Indulge in the fantasy of meeting a rich man. I mean he runs a drug empire but that might be your thing... idk your story 🤷‍♀️

Open house by @perfumeofsighs

I just really enjoyed this one. The writing...*mwah*

Are we on a date right now by @brattyfics

One of the first Mayans fics I read on here and I still love it

Tightrope 2 by @mrsamaroevans

Part 1 is slightly angsty but it gets really sweet in 2

Our life is golden by @sheeshgivemeabreak

This is one of the ones that is not cutesy but it’s really good so...

Ezekiel “Ez” Reyes

I wonder when all of the fic writers decided that that he is always a best/long time friend. I wasn’t invited to this meeting but I so enjoy the spoils

Adore you by @starrynite7114

This one is love and peace embodied. Makes me smile always

Let me sleep by @drabbles-mc

This one is so cute.

Something Real by @challengeahellcat

They’re on a roller rink date. Nuff said

Prisoner and this one by @everyhowlmarksthedead

It’s so warm and cute.

Teasing by @angelreyesgirl

This one makes me smile all big all the time

First day of school by @spookys-girl

Johnny “Coco” Cruz

Cleanse your minds of present day Coco with very cute Coco fics

My little gangster by @sadeyesgf

This one resides in a special place in my heart. Also it reminds me of Cat joining a gang in victorious

This drabble by @withmyteeth

You know what do yourself a favour and read the entire drabbles masterlist.

Funfair date by @mayans-sauce

Go and be assaulted by cuteness

It was always you by @whatupitsastarrynite

It’s long time love and such. they had a reblog war that created this gem

Angel Reyes

He doesn’t have a nickname. Sad.

Pure love by @rebelwrites

What a smiley fic

The 7th Floor by @yourwonkywriter

Confession fic.

TikTok prank by @jeonsblackgf-writes

It’s just funny 😄

Nestor Oceteva

I so enjoy the way writers create situations like we know anything about the man

This one by @everyhowlmarksthedead

He threw a taco at a cop

No sugar for me by @nestors-whore

This one is not really nestor-centric but his reaction is so funny so

My favourite things by @crimsonheart01

Some More

Erik “Killmonger” Stevens

There were no smiling gifs of Erik. Then I remembered that fic Erik is very different than how the movie went

You Good 2 by @cecereads209

It’s a meet cute type situation and so lovely

Baby Fever? by @blackgirlimaginesmarvel

It’s a platonic coupling but still very cute and funny

Cranky by @kittehkwrites

Lesson in not skipping nap time. Very adorable

Kevin Atwater

Sweet tooth by @crushed-pink-petals-writes

There’s a bakery and sweets involved. My little baker heart loves this

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Confession : I haven’t even finished the show but a lot of people I follow reblog and then I read

Crush by @charcoocheurie

The little sister has a crush and it’s so witty and cute.

Letty Cruz

Letty Cruz the beautician by @isisafrofairy

Also because she makes very gorgeous mood boards that have inspired or been inspired by authors

Finally,

This is my love letter to gif makers, I don’t know how you do it but I love you for it and appreciate you. I know for a fact that some of my favourite fics would not have been possible without your work so... Most of them are multi fandom, but I’m referring to Mayans mostly.

@shadesalvarez

Her work is so gorgeous and she hosted Mayansmcweek. And she’s obsessed with Danny Pino and I enjoy that. Also, can you say speed

@thesewickedhands

Because I enjoy her obsession with Coco Cruz very much

@angels-reyes

Because even though, they don’t make gifs anymore, theirs are still some of the most used

@lunapascal

Because they gif while scenes that are always so pretty

@ortizobsessed

Seems like they’re always telling a story in the sets

@hvitserkk

Is very artsy in their editing and that’s fun for me

@angel-reyes

Because they have the funniest Ez Angel interactions giffed and I enjoy that

@haydenpanettieres

Because they do so many Ez and Gabi moments and I’m obsessed with that pairing

@mitchmarnii

Because they do character sets for all your needs

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