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Chapter 1: The Comfort She Brings

Series: “She”

Word count: 2,1k+

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female! Reader; Past! Angel Reyes x Luisa Espina

Warnings: SPOILERS for Mayans MC season 5 episode 7, mayans mc typical warnings

A/n: Gosh, this episode hit me like a fucking truck. I have so many ideas for angsty pieces. This is just the beginning of it. Also this is gonna have a few parts because I just love Angel and lil Maverick.

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐌.𝐂. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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When Angel comes home that night, holding crying Maverick in his arms, he doesn’t expect to see you there. He steps inside, trying not to panic because Luisa still hasn’t called, and he has that feeling in his gut that tells him something terrible has happened. He looks around, his eyes searching for his woman, but the house is oddly quiet and swallowed by darkness.

He walks in further, turning the light on, and that’s when his eyes find you, back leaning against the kitchen counter as you cross your arms over your chest. The expression on your face tells him everything he needs to know. Luisa isn’t coming back. The woman he loved with all his being, the mother of his little son—she’s gone.

You can’t look him in the eyes, focusing instead on the wailing child in his arms. Angel sees straight through you, though. He sees the broken expression on your face that you try to mask so hard, but you’re unsuccessful. You could always keep your feelings concealed away from everyone but him. That’s the difference between you and him, you are good at lying, at hiding stuff, and he sucks at it—he is an open book, far too easy to read.

The man has no idea how to react. His whole world is burning, and he doesn’t know how to make it stop. He feels hopeless to the point it almost turns into numbness. Fate has always kicked his ass. Angel knew it was all too good to last forever.

He lets you take Maverick out of his arms, staring as you sway him in your hold, pecking the top of his little head. He backs you against the counter, taking your chin between his fingers and tilting your face up so that you have no choice but to look at him.

“Where is she,” he asks, his eyes filled with dread. “Please, just tell me where she is.”

You stay silent for a while, still trying to avoid meeting his gaze. You don’t want to say it out loud because you know if you do it—it’s gonna make it real. Angel trails one of his fingers up and down your jaw, and it makes you falter. “I’m so sorry, Angel,” you mumble out.

His heart drops at your words. He doesn’t have to hear anything else. The man stares into your eyes, a flicker of anger crossing his expression but it vanishes just as quickly as it came. He drops his head, eyes closing as he tries to stop the tears from forming.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” you repeat like a mantra, and Angel knows he doesn’t have it in him to be mad at you.

“She—” he starts in a choked voice. He still can’t wrap his head around the fact that she’s gone. That she’s not coming back. “She was my whole world…”

You duck under Angel’s arms, stepping away from him. You can’t look at him. You can’t look at him and see the agonizing pain in his eyes.

“We have a son,” he mumbles out, gazing mindlessly at Maverick’s face, swollen from crying all day. You sway him in your arms, shushing him with a gentle voice. It starts setting in. His son doesn’t have a mother anymore. He’s lost her just like Angel has lost his—taken away from him by somebody’s cruel hands.

He’s quick on his feet as he reaches you again and wraps his arms around you. He rests his cheek on Maverick’s head and listens to him breathe. The boy continues to cry into your shoulder, his tiny fists clenching your shirt. “It’s gonna be okay, sweet boy,” he whispers, kissing his head.

You breathe shakily, trying to keep your emotions in check, but it becomes harder and harder with every passing second—with every word leaving Angel’s mouth and with every weep of the little boy in your hold. The pain of losing her makes your heart clench painfully.

Angel knows how much Luisa meant to you, how much she’s done to keep you safe. She saved your life and helped you escape the people that were after you. She was your family. But now she’s gone, and you can’t do anything to bring her back—you can’t do anything to go back in time and prevent it all from happening.

“It’s my fault.” You can’t keep it in any longer, and the sobs wreck through your whole body. One of your hands reaches out to grasp the back of your friend’s shirt as you rest your forehead against his chest, letting tears spill out your eyes. Maverick cries louder.

“No.” Angel’s voice is soft but stern as he pulls back. He cradles your face in his palms, making you look at him. “I know you’re not the one to blame. It’s not your fault. It’ll never be your fault.” He kisses your forehead, his thumbs tracing over the spot as if trying to soothe you.

“I could’ve done more. I could’ve gone with her. Maybe she’d still be here then.” You close your eyes at Angel’s touch. You expect it to comfort you, but it doesn’t. Not this time. You only feel more guilty as he looks at your bawling face. You should be the one comforting him, not the opposite.

His thumb traces along your jawline as he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. “You know that’s not true,” he says solemnly, a somber expression spreading across his face. “She made a choice to protect you. To protect Maverick.” He pauses, taking a shaky breath. “She always made her choices based on what was best. For you and for Maverick. She’s always been like that.” You can hear the pure sadness in his voice.

“No, I know I could’ve helped her. If only I came with her—”

“Cariño, you can’t think that. Maybe you could have gone with her, but if you had, the ending for you may have been the same. This was her choice and we have to respect it.”

You can feel his heart beating rapidly as he tries to imagine how it all went down. His eyes fill with tears, he wants to be strong for you and Maverick, but he can’t bear it. He needs someone to ease the pain.

“We need to stay strong,” you mumble out finally as if reading his thoughts. “For this little guy.” You kiss the baby’s salty cheek, stepping out of Angel’s grasp. You don’t want to mourn in front of Angel; he needs your support just as much as you need his.

Your words snap him out of his trance of despair. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

You let out a deep breath, focusing on the child in your arms. “What’s happening, little boy?” You sway him in your arms, walking up to his crib and placing him inside on the freshly cleaned mattress.

“I think he’s sick.” Angel explains, following your retreating figure with his gaze.

“Poor baby. Does he have a fever?” you ask, worried, gently pressing your palm against his forehead. It’s a little warmer than it should be, but nothing to be concerned about.

You look over your shoulder at Angel, noticing the bag of medicine that he brought inside when he came home. You walk over and look inside the plastic at the set of different boxes. You choose one of them and open it to find out what’s it for and how to dose it.

“I— I don’t know how much to give him and which one will work. I have no fucking idea,” he says, shrugging his arms hopelessly.

“Hey, don’t worry about it.” You take out the little measuring cup from inside the box and pour the medicine, checking if it’s the correct dosage for his age and weight. “We’ll give him some of this. It should do the trick. Soothe his belly.”

The man steps closer and places his hand on your back, rubbing it up and down in a comforting way. “You know what you're doing?” he asks just to be sure, but all his concerns disappear when you respond with a low hum.

Angel observes as you walk back to the crib and help Maverick drink it. Your confidence makes him think you’ve done it a thousand times before. He wants to ask about it, but he doesn’t, choosing to wordlessly accept your help for now.

The infant lets you place the edge of the cup against his lips, grimacing at the unpleasant taste. He responds with a sob, trying to stand up, but you hold him back and gently lay him down on the mattress. You know he’s tired; he needs rest after spending the whole day awake with a hurting stomach. When he wakes up, he should be feeling a lot better.

After a few minutes of caressing his head, the baby closes his eyes. You continue delicately running your fingers through his soft short hair, waiting until he’s fallen asleep before you step back.

Finally, the house is quiet. All you can hear is the gentle sounds of the outside world, the birds, the wind, and the occasional cars going by.

You rinse the cup and put it back inside the box, sighing. “Are you gonna be alright?” you ask Angel, looking at him expectantly.

“I’ll be fine,” he says, meeting your eyes. “Maverick needs me. And I need him.”

He moves closer until his forehead touches yours. You can feel his racing heart and the shakiness of his breath. He reaches out, rubbing over the spot on your cheek where the tears had stained it. His thumb draws a line down your face, wiping away the salty streaks.

“Angel, you need to grieve,” you tell him as you notice his eyes wandering toward your lips. You push him away gently. “But not this way.”

He stops in his tracks. You can see the hurt on his face. That’s the thing you’ve feared, hurting him. The last thing you want is to cause him any more pain than he already feels, but you know it’s for the better. You’d both be filled with regret come tomorrow morning. Pushing him away was the right thing to do.

“I’m sorry... I’m just—” he catches himself before finishing. He leans his back against the counter near you, sighing. For a moment, Angel doesn’t say anything, lost in thought.

“You’re right. I need to grieve,” he finally agrees with your words. “But I’m so fucking scared.”

“I can stay here if you need me to. But I’m not going to…” you trail off, but he already knows what you mean. “I can’t. We can’t do this.”

Angel takes a deep breath. It’s as if the words you’ve just spoken make him realize just what he’s been thinking about. The thing he thinks will make it all better.

“No... you’re right,” he says. “It wouldn’t be fair.” The man takes a step closer, kneeling down in front of you, taking your hands in his. He hears your breath hitch in your throat as he rubs over your knuckles gently, looking at your hands. The ones that have grasped his shirt tightly as you mourned the loss of your dearest friend—the woman he loved so much.

You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, staying there for a minute, unmoving, before you pull away. “You should get some sleep.”

“Can I hold you for a minute?” he asks softly, but his voice is begging. You’ve already said no to his advances tonight, but he knows that’s all it’ll be. Just one hug—a comforting touch of another human being.

“I just want to hold you,” he whispers.

You think about it for a moment before you nod in agreement. You have no heart to refuse him that. You pull Angel up to his feet and walk him to the bed. The bed he once shared with Luisa. The thought of it makes your heart break even more, but you don’t let it show.

“Hop in then.”

Angel smiles at you slightly, his eyes full of sadness, but his face lightens by your compassion. He climbs into bed, wrapping his arms around you as you lay down beside him.

“Thank you.” You feel his warmth, heat radiating off his body as he holds you tight. “For being here.”

“Whatever you need, Angel. We’ll figure it out,” you reassure him and yourself, meeting his gaze.

You feel his arms pull you closer, so close that your heads are resting next to each other on the pillow. You can hear his breath slow down as he closes his eyes, trying to find the sleep he so desperately needs.

“I know…” he murmurs against your cheek.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Fury Road - An Angel Reyes/Reader Smut Short.

I dreamed of having car sex with Angel last night, so now you get to enjoy it as well, besties!

Words - 837

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“This makes me feel like I’m in high school still, hiding from parents or some shit,” he pants, tongue swirling with yours as his hands tug at your clothes.

“Yeah,” you gasp, your mouth laying hot, open-mouthed kisses along his neck, yanking his shirt undone and sending the buttons you’re too shaky with arousal to finish undoing flying. “It’s been a while since my ass has seen the backseat of a car.”

Sometimes, you just can’t wait until home. When Angel has been in charge of the transport, you've pulled over at the side of the highway and had him fuck you against his bike, but tonight, it’s your car that features as the location for two people who never have and never will be able to get enough of one another.

He’s rough with you in his haste to have you naked beneath him, all fiery longing and impulses driven by need, by the blinding desire to slip into the heaven of your cunt and fuck you senseless, your underwear snapping in his grasp, his fingers stroking over your clit before plunging to take root inside of you, the metal of his thick rings cool at your hot, soaking entrance.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, fingertips exploring you, circling, nudging until you buck against him, eliciting a whine he kisses away as his mouth meets yours. “Damn, I ain’t even started and you’re this wet?”

“What can I say?” you purr. “You know I’m a cock hungry whore for you.” Those words mist his senses, his fingers beginning to glide back and forth as he rakes at your tender walls, having you gasping and crying out, unfastening his jeans, needing something much more considerable in size than his fingers. “Need you. Right now.”

He pushes his jeans and boxers down his hips a little, his cock like a steel post as he grasps it, pushing into you, his teeth sharp at your neck as the velvet hug of your pussy contracts around him. It’s fever-hot and urgent, your bodies undulating together, your thighs tightening on him as your legs draw up and clench around his waist, nails grazing his back as you pant against one another.

What he gives you is all-out sexual brutality, the car beginning to rock, your body sliding back only for the clutch of his powerful hands to keep hauling you back, anchoring you to him, forcing you to take the brunt of his fuck entirely. And that brunt, nothing could feel better. Nothing ever feels better than Angel, fucking you with all the power of a turbo charged jackhammer. Nothing.

His body is an absolute masterpiece to your lust blown eyes, all thick, smooth and tattooed, covered in a sheen of sweat as he rails you mercilessly into the back seat, rising up as much as he’s able and reaching to the soaking mess of your folds, his thumb beginning to stroke at your hardened clit, pleasure shimmering over your spine, the swell skittering over your veins and down to your bones as you wail helplessly, at the mercy of him, not that he shows you even a fraction of that.

“Look at you, fuck. You’re so fuckin’ hot, split around my dick.” He growls, grasping your legs and hauling them up to rest against your shoulders, bearing his entire weight down into you through his pelvis, making you scream when his cock hits you deep, deep, deep. His groans fill the air between you, his teeth sharp at your neck, marking you with the brandings of a man near out of his sanity with carnal fury. He then slows, each plunge into your soaking centre given in all-in, all-out thrusts, teasing your aching core, chuckling at your frustrated mewl as he pants hard.

“Angel, please! Fucking give it to me!” you demand, nails raking his arms.

“But I am, dulce. Just not the way you want it.” He winks, laughing further at your frustration, the circles at your clit rubbed so slowly, lightly and tightly that you almost forget to breathe, his cock popping out again, pausing, arrowing back to your summit as he groans when you flutter strongly around him. He leans forward, kissing your throat before gently clutching your jaw, turning your head to look at him. “Alright, mi amor. I’ll give it to you.”

And he does. And its utter heaven, the way he arrows into you without even a hint of control, long, hard, barbarous thrusts delighting your entire body, your screams filling the car as lava begins to bubble and pool at the base of your spine, your release set to erupt, his thumb circling at your bud faster.

His teeth crush at your neck, whispering a string of cusses as his undoing possesses him, like a demon vying for release, your entire body tensing as with fury, longing and fire, you come undone spectacularly beneath him, seeing stars, breathless and sweaty, and oh so very satisfied. You’re unsure you’ll be able to drive without crashing, though.

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sogoodtoheritsvicious · 1 year

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Your camera roll while dating Angel Reyes 💫

#this was so much fun!!#also i know i said it would be out yesterday but i had a diff guy in mind and it didn’t work #angel reyes #mayans mc #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes camera roll #mayans mc x reader #angel reyes x you #angel reyes fic #mayans imagine #mayans mc x you #angel reyes x female reader

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garbinge · 1 year

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Prank Wars

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Day 24 from these April Prompts: “Wholesome Pranks”

Summary: Prank Wars at the scrapyard!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Angsty, Pranks, Cursing. Mentions of dead parents and family struggling with sickness and addiction.

A/N: okay, so huge shoutout to Tay because she planted this fun little seed in my head for this fic!!

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705

It had been a few years since you started working at the scrapyard, it wasn’t a luxurious job but it was one that not only paid the bills but gave you some extra in your pockets. Angel had hooked you up with the job when he saw you were struggling. Home wasn’t exactly a home, your parents weren’t alive anymore, hadn’t been since you were younger. It left you to live with your grandmother who hadn’t just taken you in but also your aunt and cousins. It was an overcrowded and overwhelming house and it sat 5 doors down from the Reyes house. It wasn’t instant but somewhere down the line as the years passed you became close with the eldest Reyes brother just doors down from you and now, as adults, he was your best friend.

Angel originally had gotten you a job as barback at the clubhouse, and you were grateful for it. It saved you up enough money to get out of your grandma’s house and into your own space. Something small, or cozy as you called it, but your own. You had eventually worked your way into the scrapyard because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Overhearing Bishop and Taza talk about numbers and manufacturer meetings and how business wasn’t doing too great as you served them beer was the first step into it. You offered your two cents on how to boost business, that turned into giving some occasional business advice. You had gotten an associates degree in business, opportunity was just lacking in Santo Padre. Eventually, you started pulling in buyers, which led you to where you were now. You had taken the scrapyard truck out to a potential buy, but were driving back with a loss. It had already started out as a rough morning and it was just getting rougher.

It was days like this that you forgot about the multi-year long prank war that you had going with the guys in the club. It was something you and Angel had started prior to you getting close with the club and once it became known across the club, there was no way Gilly and Coco weren’t going to be apart of it. Now, the prank war wasn’t something front of the brain 24/7, that was the secret behind making it successful all these years. It was random. It was calculated but spontaneous all at the same time.

You whipped open the door to the scrapyard office, it made Angel jump, a scene that would have brought you to laughter any other day but you ignored currently.

“What the fucks got you twisted?” Angel was now standing, his sleeveless Romero Bros. work shirt covered in dirt and rust.

“California fuckin’ Steel company. That’s who.” You threw your bag on the desk and placed your hands on your head in an act of stress.

“Okaaaay,” Angel frowned and stepped out from behind the desk so he was standing to your right. “They’re always on some fuck shit, what’s really your issue?” He saw right through you, a perk and downfall of him knowing you so well.

You took a deep breath and turned to look up at him as he towered over you. You saw the cuphead patch on his shirt and smirked. “You put the patch I gave you on.”

Cuphead was a memory you two shared, sitting after school in front of the TV in the Reyes’ living room and playing until Marisol called out for dinnertime or Felipe unplugged the xBox to watch baseball.

Angel looked down at his shirt and back at you, “Yea, I couldn’t put that shit on my kutte, I’d never hear the end of it.”

You laughed and shook your head, when you gave him the patch you expected it to sit leaning on the outside of a picture frame in his house, not on any of his clothing items.

“My grandma’s sick and my cousin, he’s fuckin’ on hooked on that shit again. It’s got him stealing and not just shit around the house but taking my grandma’s pills now.”

“Fuck.” Angel whispered under his breath and looked away for a second before he was looking back down at you again.

“It’s fine, I talked to my aunt, they’re looking to put my grandma into a home or something.” You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh.

“That’s bullshit, your grandma’s lived in that house practically her whole life they should send your junkie ass cousin away.” He was getting loud.

“It’s out of my hands Angel,” You lifted your hands up in innocence “I offered for her to come stay at my place instead, but you know my aunt, she’s” you shook your hand in a way that was meant to describe your aunt as you turned around to look for your car keys. “You get a chance to look at my car yet?”

After your third time having trouble starting your car, you had asked Angel if he could look at it, it wasn’t the same as giving it to a mechanic but Angel knew a thing or two about mechanics since having his bike.

“Oh,” Angel went deep into thought, “uh, no.” He reached down and snatched the keys as you went to grab them yourself.

You looked at him confused.

“I’ve been up to my fuckin’ eyeballs in paperwork that I barely understand.” He pointed to the stack of manila folders on the table. “Haven’t had a chance to look at it.”

“Oh alright, well, I’ll take the paperwork. Least I can do so you can fix my shit and save me the 200 bucks. I’ll be in the clubhouse if you need me.”

“Aight.” Angel let his shoulders slump once you were out of the office. Gilly and Coco making their way into the office now.

“Yo, you fuck with the wiper fluid and put that fake broken glass shit on her car?” Gilly chuckled as he walked in.

“I’m bout to go take that shit out.” Angel sounded on edge.

“The fuck for?” Coco asked, confused since he had thought it was a genius prank.

“She’s got a lot going on man, it just ain’t the right time.” Angel was making his way out to reverse the pranks he had done to your car.

“We gotta get them both.” Gilly said with a smirk once Angel was out of earshot.

“Fuck yea we do.” Coco said, bringing a cigarette up to his mouth.

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Angel calling out your name caused you to turn around. As you did, you realized the clubhouse had filled up since you had posted up to work in here. A few of the club guys and some hang arounds filling the tables surrounding you.

“I fixed your car, needed a new battery. Nothing serious. Got one from Walmart.” Angel was making his way over to you and as he reached the seat next to you, he pulled the chair out and made himself comfortable before sliding the keys over to you.

“Thanks, how much was it? I’ll send you the money.” You pulled your phone out.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Just have me over for dinner or some shit soon.” He smirked hoping it’d earn a smile from you as well.

It did. You smiled and grabbed your keys from the table.

“You know,” Angel started his sentence without a single thought about where it was really headed, not sure how to say the next few words. “Uh,” he leaned forward, clearly uncomfortable.

“Spit it out, Angel.” You were now leaning forward too, placing your hand on Angel’s knee in hopes to get him to say whatever he was trying to.

It did the opposite, it choked him up more until he finally just said it. “I was thinkin’, you could come stay with me if you wanted.”

Your face twisted in muddled confusion which caused Angel to panic. “Nah I just mean, you know, your grandma might be comin’ to your place and I know you worked mad hard to get your whole bach pad situation and appreciate your alone time so I figured I’d offer my place up,” he said before practically cutting himself off to keep going. “And I know it wouldn’t be living alone but I’m usually always here anyways so you’d have the place to yourself way more than if you stayed with your grandma. I just figured it’d be worth the offer with everything going on–”

You cut Angel off as you lifted off your seat and wrapped your arms around him tightly. His seat pushed back a little from the force of your embrace, he sat there frozen for a second before he let his hands rest on your back.

“Thank you.” You whispered as you hugged him tightly. A few whistles from the guys filled the air, a couple howls too as you embraced your best friend. It wasn’t shocking, it was a normal occurrence, everyone was in on you and Angel’s connection except the two of you.

Before you had a chance to make a comment back to them, the clubhouse doors were busting open and Coco and Gilly were entering inside with water guns pointed directly at you and Angel.

“Get wrecked motherfuckers!!!!!” Gilly screamed as the water gun pressured out gallons of water each time he pumped the gun.

Out of instinct, Angel grabbed you around your waist as you two toppled behind the table in an attempt to block yourselves from their range. You let out a belly laugh as your backs leaned against the underneath of the table that was turned to its side. Angel looked over at you his frown turning into a smile.

“We are so going to get them back for this.”

Angel laughed at that. “In the 6 years we’ve been doing prank wars you never paired up with me once.”

As you opened your mouth to answer you were hit immediately with a splash of water on your face. Quickly grabbing Angel’s hand you were up and running out of the club house. It was then that you realized Bishop and a few of the other guys were yelling at Coco and Gilly to knock it off but you kept a one track mind and just pulled Angel out to the yard with you.

You kept moving until you were well into the scrapyard and you knew Coco and Gilly were probably being ripped a new one by Bishop so there wasn’t a chance they’d be able to get you out here.

“Holy shit.” You laughed and looked up at Angel who was soaked from head to toe. “You’re drenched.”

“Looks like we match.” Angel pointed to you with the hand that wasn’t still intertwined with yours.

Your eyes looked down to see the water dripping off the hem of your work shirt and pooling to your feet in the sand/dirt medley on the scrapyard ground.

“C’mon. We got some extra work shirts laying around, let’s get you one so you don’t have to ride home soaked.”

“Your home.” You corrected him. His head snapped to you. “Think I might take you up on that offer.”

Angel didn’t want to change your mind so he just nodded while saying nothing except that he’d get a key made for you.

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You ran a towel over your hair and were now changed into something dry for the most part as you got into your car. Your driver side window rolled down as Angel stood a few yards from you a lot less drenched than before but still sporting wet hair, his normal styled hair was sobbing wet and falling around his forehead. Gilly and Coco were on the porch of the clubhouse and you offered them both a smile and middle finger before starting to back up.

“Thanks for fixing my car!” You went to beep the horn as a thanks when you heard the flag raise sound from the Cuphead game leave your horn. The high pitch glissando of someone sliding across the keys and the announcement of cuphead filling the air.

Your jaw dropped and turned to Angel very slowly. His eyes were wide and he was immediately yelling out to you.

“I thought I changed everything back!”

You continued to back out and as you put the car in drive you said one last thing to Angel before leaving.

“Oh it’s on, Reyes.”

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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Haunt me in my sleep

Ángel Reyes

At night Angel dreams. He dreams of soft curves underneath his rough palms, the tenderness of your lips on his, the skin to skin contact as he loves you the way he wants to. He dreams of your moans in his ears, his name on your lips and the sounds you make as you cum with him buried so deep inside of you he completely loses himself.

It's the mornings that become his nightmare, cold pillows and empty sheets, the space on your side is vacant, the same way it has always been since the accident. The same way it always will be.

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iamaslutforcoffee · 1 year

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Scary

Chapter One: Romero Brothers Scrap and Salvage

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You know, cigarettes can kill you"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Give me your gun." I replied blankly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was going to be interesting.

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Can you do another Angel one where the reader went to high school with Angel they where best friend, she was meant to leave and go to college but didn't she stay and help pops in the shop, around the yard and anything the MC needed because she loves Angel and when Ez went to prison the family was broken in two she got her doctoring in town so if the MC need help she was there. Bishop adopt her as his daughter and anyone messes with her he doesn't stand by. When AidlitaComes in the picture Angel pushes the reader away but she doesn't go far because pops, and the MC are her family, Ez is home too and she feels something is up with him and when she finds out about the deal she goes off on him, and even pops, days go by and she only sees certain members of the MC at times, Angel has completely cut her off because of Aidlita and she is broken she knows she loves him but he doesn't love her the same, so she trys to move onAidlita leaves Angel and isn't planning on coming back and Angel is broken just like she was without her best friend for weeks, and she doesn't give she gives him the cold shoulder she doesn't talk to him right away she even has dates but no one is Angel, Bishop puts Angel in his place one night after a meeting about her and her heart and Angel knew all along about her feels towards him, his feels are the same but he didn't want to lose her because she has been foreverThe one person he could count one, he feels like shit because Aidlita and he may have lost you because he wanted to get his dick wet and he didn't want to man up and tell you how he truly feel about you. But He doesn't care no more he wants you and only you he comes over to your house, he had no one left, right now pop's lied to him over ez, ez was using him Aidlita was using him too and you aren't talking to him but that stops he comes and tells you how he feels about You and you two get together 5 parts please

Angel Reyes x f/Reader

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Warnings: Some swearing. Drinking, mention of drug use.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

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I hope you like it. I am sorry it took so long to get out.

Also only one part. Hope you still like it.

Summary: f/Reader is the longtime bestfriend of Angel Reyes. She helps out the Club whenever she can as well as his Pops. She is also the adopted daughter of Bishop. She has one secret that she has kept to herself for years. That secret finally comes out.

YN's POV:

I should of listened to everyone back in highschool. They could clearly see who he was and I was blinded by the ill-fated crush I still have on him.

"Angel Reyes isn't a good guy."

"Angel Reyes is gonna end up in jail one day."

"Angel Reyes is gonna mess up your life if you stay around him."

The last one was what my Mom said to me when she found me crying over him once again.

It was one of the few things I can remember about her that wasn't her using or drinking. Or coming home to her completely passed out.

I still remember the last time I saw her. Came home to her laying on the couch. I was started to clean up the mess she left and I remember touching her leg and it was cold.

I dropped what was in my arms and tried to wake her up. I found her phone as I didn't have one yet and called 911. I also called Angel and the one other person who I have always considered to be a Father-figure.

Bishop was there before Angel was.

I found out later one that Angel was on a date with some girl and didn't bother to pick up the phone.

I didn't talk to him for days after that but he was by my side during my Mother's funeral service and refused to let go of my hand.

I forgave him then and every other time he has fucked up.

"What's on your mind kid?" A soothing voice asked me. I looked at the man who I was helping to stitch up.

I gave Hank a small smile. "Nothing important." I said to the man who is like an Uncle to me.

"Hmm." He said as he knew I was lying but he will never push it, but I do know he will bring it up to my Dad.

Well adoptive Dad. Bishop adopted me after my Mom passed away. When he found out I was going to be placed in a home a few hours away, he pulled what I call the 'Bishop Charm' and had me placed with him.

The paperwork was filed within a week and he is now my legal guardian and I wouldn't have it any other way. Bishop is a good man under that rough exterior and he has treated me well over the years.

The one downside to having him as a Father was that he is very protective. It was hard to date when I was younger and it is hard now.

No man will ever be good enough for me in his eyes. He doesn't know that I know he has scared a few men off over the years that have shown interest in me.

But in the end, if they can not go toe-to-toe with Bishop then they can not handle my life.

"All done Hank. Try to be more careful when working on your bike." I said to the man.

"Thank you YN. Are you coming to the party later?" I shook my head no.

"This will be the fourth one you have missed. Are you sure everything is okay? Is Angel's dad working you too hard?"

How could tell him that I am angry at what EZ is doing and how his Pops knows. How I haven't been helping at Pops store ever since that night I confronted him and EZ.

I was screaming and yelling at them so loud that I actually lost my voice for a day. EZ tried to explain to me why he was doing it but I didn't want to listen.

I ran from the shop and I have refused to answer any call or text message that I get from the two of them.

But the anger I feel towards them does nothing to compare to the hurt that Angel has caused me.

Ever since Adelita came into his life. He has pushed me aside. At first it was nothing. He would cancel a few times coming up with some bullshit story about the Club, but one night when he said that a meeting was called and he couldn't leave until it was dealt with.

To my suprise I found in my small house, eating a piece of cake that I made. He has a key to my place and it isn't the first time I came home to find him there.

I didn't let him know that Angel lied to me and was basically using him an excuse to cover whatever the hell he is doing.

I later learned that Angel was spending all his time with Adelita. When I finally confronted him about it, he tried to lie and say he had other shit to do.

"Don't lie to me Angel! I know you didn't have a Club meeting. My Dad was at my place. Stop bullshitting me and tell me what the fuck is going on?"

I wasn't giving up on this. Not this time. I hate being lied too for the stupidest reasons. If he trying to protect me, fine whatever but I know that isn't it.

"It's Adelita." He finally said.

"What do you mean it is Adelita? You helping her with something?" I knew in my heart that he wasn't helping her with just her cause.

"We have been seeing one another." It felt like all the air was knocked from my body and there was a ringing in my ears.

I could see his lips moving as he took a step closet to me. I felt him grip my upper arms and try to get me to focus on him.

"Hermosa? You okay?"

"Don't call me that."

"I have always called you it." He was clearly confused.

I pushed him away from me and I watched him stumble but he was able to catch himself.

"You do not get to push me aside for your new flavour of the month you asshole." Now he was angry.

Many people would step down when they would see an angry Reyes man, but not me.

"So you're gonna act like a spoilt little brat because I am not paying attention to you? I am allowed to have a separate life from you."

"Do not come back to me when she leaves you Angel. I am done being used as your punching bag." I turned away from him, completely done with this conversation.

I heard him kick something on the way out of my home. I held tears back until I couldn't hear the sound of his bike anymore.

I cried myself to sleep that night at the thought of not only losing Angel, but his Dad and brother as well.

"No Hank, I actually have a date tonight."

Angel Reyes POV:

"Angel get in here." I was just about to finish my bottle of beer when I hears Bishop angrily call for me.

I placed the bottle on the table and I wiped my hands nervously along my jeans trying to get rid of the sweat.

I took my usual seat and saw that it was only Hank, Bishop and Creeper.

"What's going on?"

"I need to know what the hell is going on with my daughter and as her bestfriend, you should know."

My eyes raised at that. I gulped nervously as I have no idea what the hell is going on with her.

"Actually YN and I haven't talked in over two months."

Hank sneered at me. "I knew it. I knew you had to do something with how she is acting."

"What do you mean?"

"She is only talking to Hank and Creeper here. I've been around your Pops place and she hasn't been there either." Bishop said calmly as he placed his clasped hands on the table.

"Now tell me what the fuck you did to her."

"I didn't do anything. I started to see someone and,"

"Let me guess, you pushed YN aside." Bishop said. He wasn't asking as he knew the answer.

"Yeah. I should of listened to her when we fought about it." My voice cracked a bit at that.

I heard the sound of two chairs scrapping across the floor and I saw that Hank and Creeper were leaving and it is now just Bishop and I.

"Girl leave you?" Bishop asked me as he sat back in his chair and lit a cigarette.

"Yeah and she isn't coming back."

"So why date her when you know my daughter loves you." I took a deep breath and thought about how I should word this.

"Because I fuck everything up. I didn't want to ruin my friendship with YN by dating her. What if we didn't work out Bishop?"

"You are one stupid mother fucker Angel. For some reason, my very smart daughter who stayed in the Godforsaken town instead of going off to College, loves you and is now on a date with some idiot from the next town over."

"Wait YN is on a date?"

"Yeah. Second one with this guy. EZ has been keeping tabs on her."

I have fully lost her now. YN has always come back to me. She has always been that one constant person in my life and now she is gone.

"Get the hell out of here and go and fix this before I do something to you that I will regret Angel."

I waited outside YN's place for her to finish her date. It was almost 12:30 in the morning when I finally saw her get dropped off.

The guy didn't even bother to walk her to her door, but he did wait to make sure she made it inside okay.

I waited a few moments and then I went up to her front. I grabbed her spare key that was above her door and let myself in.

The door closed loudly behind me and I winced I heard the sound of a gun cocking and I held my hands up.

"It's just me YN." I said as I turned around.

"I know. Get the fuck out Angel."

"I have come here to talk is all. I have been worried about you." She snorted at that.

"Let me guess, what's her name left?" YN asked as she lowered her gun. I nodded my head yes.

"And now you think you can come back into my life and pretend how things were."

"No, I know things won't be the same. I know EZ and my Dad have been using me, as well as Adelita. I was just too blind to see it with all of them but even more so with Adelita. You never used me YN."

"Angel, I can't do this anymore with you. You can't keep only wanting to talk to me when you feel like it works best for you."

"I am sorry YN. I never ment to hurt you like this. I love you." There I finally said it.

"No you don't." I took a step towards her.

"Yes I do. I have known I have for awhile now I just fuck everything up and lose everyone and well I didn't want to lose you."

Tears were threatening to fall from her eyes as I placed a hand on her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into my hand.

"Do not hurt me Angel."

"I can not promise I won't. I can't promise that I won't make you angry or do something stupid but I can promise you that I will always love you and you alone."

Our lips were just touching and I waiting for her to make the first move. She leaned in and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her flush against my front as we had our first kiss.

"You will call up that asshole and dump him." I said to her between kisses.

"Yes Angel." I smiled into the kiss, knowing that she is finally mine.

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Masterlist!!

Delusional (Jax Teller X OC!)

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Chapter 3: The Desire She Stirs

Series: “She”

Word count: 2,0k+

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female! Reader

Warnings: 18+; mayans mc typical warnings, a tiny sprinkle of smut if you squint hard enough

A/n: Everything needs to fall apart before it can grow stronger. Angel starts to feel things he’s not comfortable with.

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Angel Reyes used to think he knew you like the back of his hand. He always thought you were a good friend that didn’t hide stuff from him—that didn’t lie or pretend. Boy, was he wrong.

He first starts to doubt it when you come back home long past midnight with your hair messy and your clothes ruffled, the red lipstick smudged over your mouth and cheek. You aggressively throw your boots into the corner, then press your forehead against the cold wall with a loud, strained groan.

Angel hears how heavy your breaths are and sees the way you flinch when the wooden floor underneath his feet creaks. He calls your name as he walks over, concerned.

“You doin’ alright there?” His voice carries the worry he feels. The question is a soft whisper as it enters your ears.

You take a deep breath, your whole body trembling as you try to force the pent-up rage and tension out of your muscles. When you turn around to face him, you can only shrug pathetically, biting on your lower lip so you don’t burst into tears in front of him.

He reaches your person with knitted brows, taking your face between his large, warm hands. “What happened, querida?”

“I really don’t want to talk about it right now,” you refuse, trying to avoid his gaze, but it’s not that easy—his face is barely inches from yours. You can even feel his minty breath brushing over your cheeks. “Tomorrow?”

Angel thinks for a moment but doesn’t push; he knows it wouldn’t be fair if he did. He might be living with you; he might even be sleeping in the same bed from time to time when your nightmares make you cry out at night—but he still has no right to get all up in your business.

“Do you want me to run you a bath?” he offers, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You respond with a nod, arms circling his waist as you give him an appreciative squeeze.

He lets you go reluctantly before walking away toward the bathroom at the end of the hall. You let out a deep sigh as you press your fingers to your temples, almost as if to calm down your racing mind. You give yourself a moment, then shrug off your leather jacket and hang it over the back of the couch before you follow in Angel’s steps.

As you walk into the bathroom, the inviting and soothing smell of vanilla soap and bath salts fills your senses. The air is humid and the lighting low, creating a relaxing and peaceful environment. The sound of the running bathwater floods the air with its calming sound.

The room is uncluttered for once, and you realize Angel must’ve picked up all of Maverick’s bath toys in the few minutes you spared him. The image of him scrambling around the room as he tries to quickly pick up every single one of the colorful trucks, boats, and squeaking ducks brings a smile to your face.

You approach the steaming bath, its warmth inviting. You manage to shed your blouse and wiggle out of your tight jeans before Angel returns with a bottle of white wine and two whiskey glasses—you never got around to buying the stemmed ones.

The man stares at your half-naked figure as you straighten up and step out of the pile of clothing gracefully. His eyes follow your every move, every curve of your body, every mark that decorates your skin. He feels entranced as he tries to will his gaze away, but he simply can’t, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

What’s even worse, you don’t seem to notice his presence as you unclasp your bra and slide down the matching lace panties. You step into the warm embrace of the bath, the comfort welcoming after a long, tiring day. You settle in with a deep sigh of relief.

Angel can feel the heat enveloping his body, lulling him into slipping into the bath with you. Then suddenly, you notice him in your peripheral vision, and you jump in surprise—the water moving with you. He feels like a fucking pervert.

“Fuck, sorry,” he mumbles out, turning around quickly as if it was going to save him from being caught in the act.

He can’t see you shaking your head, but he definitely hears the snort that follows it. The bottle of wine almost slips from his hand onto the blue tiles below; he grips it a little bit tighter by its neck.

“No worries,” you respond shortly as you fold your arms on the side of the tub, resting your chin in the nook of your elbow. “Are you joining me, or you’re just gonna stand there like a donkey?”

Your words fall on deaf ears as Angel stares into the distance with wide eyes. He’s sure his dirty mind is just playing with him. There was no way those words came out of your pretty lips. He spins to face you, and you meet his gaze, eyes shimmering with playfulness. Are you teasing him? Or are you just amused by his reaction to the question? He has no fucking idea which one it is, and it scares him.

You sigh deeply and decide to spare him the overthinking, “C’mon, hop in.”

“Me?” the man asks, pointing one of his fingers at his chest. He looks around the room as if someone else could’ve hidden in there, but he doesn’t see anyone. It’s only you and him.

You roll your eyes in disbelief, leaning back and slipping further into the sudsy water. “Well, do you see anyone else here?”

Angel reluctantly sets down the glasses and the bottle of wine on the carpet beside the bathtub. He steps back and searches your face for an explanation. Maybe you’ve been drunk out of your mind since you came home, and he didn’t even notice. The smudged mascara on the apples of your cheeks reminds him that you had a bad night—a shitty night. He’s afraid you’re playing his game and looking for comfort in the wrong places.

“Querida, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Not in a sexual way, you ass,” you explain when your mind catches up to his suspicions. “I just want you to enjoy it with me. I don’t want to be alone right now.”

After the words leave your lips, you don’t have to wait much longer. Angel understands that feeling—the despairing need for the closeness of another human being. He grabs the hem of his t-shirt and inches it up slowly, giving you time to chicken out and retract the offer, but you don’t.

Your eyes gaze at the revealed skin and the happy trail of dark curls. You feel your cheeks getting warmer, so you look away—the white tiled walls are suddenly the most interesting thing in your world.

Angel slides his shirt over his head and lets it fall to the floor as he pushes the sweatpants down his legs. He stands there in all his naked glory and watches as you toy with your fingers awkwardly. He feels like he will chicken out if he stands there for a minute longer, so he slips into the bath and sits on the opposite side of you. The bathtub is big enough for you two to fit without feeling overly cramped.

You meet his eyes with a shy smile. “Hi, Angel.”

He shakes his head, amused, as he playfully splashes the suds at your face. You giggle quietly—a genuine sound—and he already knows he’s made your night a tiny bit better. He’s surprised this is all it took to calm you down—his company, wine, and a bubble bath.

You lean over the edge of the tub and pour the wine into the whiskey glasses, handing him one as you slump down with a relaxed hum, your leg grazing his underwater. It stirs something inside him, and he can’t help but shiver at the contact of your skin against his. He gulps down a generous mouthful of the alcoholic liquid, begging his body not to betray him.

Almost as if reading his mind, your eyes meet his, and you observe him intently, tapping your nails on the glass between your hands. “You seem nervous,” you state the obvious.

Angel blinks fast and sends you an awkward smile, shrugging his arms. He doesn’t know why he feels so restless and horny at the mere sight of your naked flesh and proximity. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you without clothes before—he did. You’ve been living together for a while—he’s seen it all, but it never made him feel this way.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, querida,” he lies anyway, trying to slide back, so he can put a little more distance between your bodies. The faucet jabs him in the spine, and the man hisses loudly, back arching.

“Shit, Angel, are you okay?!”

You’re now kneeling in the bath, right between his spread legs, as your hands hover over his arms, ready to check over the injury.

You’re too close. You’re far too close. Angel starts panicking; his heart thumps in his chest as your concerned eyes meet his. He’s trying not to look down at your revealed chest, but it’s hard not to. He can feel the warmth spreading through his body as he imagines how it would feel like to let those temptations win—to hear your sweet moans as he pounds you into the mattress. Fuuuuck.

“Turn around,” he murmurs, pushing your hands away gently. His eyes are looking anywhere but at you.

You look at him, utterly confused, as you slide back a little bit away from him. “Are you—”

“I said turn the fuck around!” he sneers loudly, cutting you off, a deep frown etched on his face.

You quickly do what he says, a shiver running down your spine. You have no idea if his sudden outburst is your fault. What did you do wrong? You’ve kept your distance as much as you could—as much as the calling of his muscled body and his charming smile allowed you to. But somehow, you still fucked it all up. That’s what you were best at. Fucking things up for everyone, including yourself.

The sound of splashing and dripping fills the air as Angel steps out of the tub. The bathwater ripples slightly, its bubbly surface glistening in the light. With his movement, some water spills over the edge and splashes out onto the cold tiles.

You sit still, your knees tucked to your body, chin propped up on them as tears well up in your eyes. The sound of trickling water and dripping onto the floor continues, making each of his steps seem slower—spiking up the tension in the air. You hear the rustling of his clothes as he picks them all up and leaves the room, still drenched and naked. He doesn’t bother saying anything else, but his harsh words still echo in your head.

You burst into sobs—let them wreck through your whole body, shaking with their intensity. You didn’t mean to upset him. You just needed someone else’s touch on you, someone else’s presence beside you, to forget the hands that grasped the fabric of your clothes—the hands that grabbed at your flesh harshly, leaving bruises in their wake. God, you just wanted to forget this night.

When you finally manage to step out of the bathtub, the water is cold—it’s been like that for a while already, but you didn’t even notice, too far gone in your thoughts. You put on the first clean clothes you can get your hands on, then fall back on your bed—the mattress creaking slightly.

That night when you thrash around and scream in your nightmares, you don’t wake up to the feel of Angel’s strong arms pulling you into his warm embrace. You wake up to the empty room and the eerie silence swallowing you in. The feeling of safety is gone.

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Ménage à Mayan - An Angel Reyes/Reader/Manny One Shot Story.

You’ve been left frustrated by the actions of your scumbag boyfriend one too many times, when Manny and Angel sweep in to remind you what it is to be desired. Also features a couple of little guest appearances at the end I think a few of you might be excited to see again!

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Warnings - Threesome smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“I fucking hate that guy, man,” Manny begins, shaking his head as he sinks his beer, picking up a fresh one from the bar.

“You only hate him because you wanna go lay your pipe right up in his woman,” Angel mutters, nudging him with an elbow. Manny frowns, his smile suddenly widening, poking his tongue out between his teeth a little before laughing, low and dirty.

“You got me, homes,” he begins, wrapping his arm around his friend’s head and kissing it. “I think in the interests of club harmony, I shouldn’t rock the boat, though.”

Angel snorts. “Why? It’s Isaac, bro. Even half his own club don’t like him. You railing his ole’ lady ain’t gonna have shit to do with club politics, man. Just don’t fucking get caught.” He looks thoughtful, Angel beginning to grin wider. “If you don’t fuck her, I will. You seen that ass? Damn.”

“Or,” Manny begins, sniffing, “we could share?”

Immediately, Angel looks sharply to his side, his face alight with mischief. “Hmmm...”

“You in? Ain’t gonna be embarrassed when I pull my dick out and you realise it’s longer than your forearm?”

Angel snorts, grasping his crotch. “I got enough down here, mano. Trust me, ain’t nobody getting embarrassed. I’m in. Now, we just gotta lure her away when he passes out, because that dude is drunk as fuck. Ain’t gonna be long.”

While the two handsome Latino men are discussing their plans for you, you’re having an awful night, once again having to deal with an absolutely bombed Isaac, thinking that what you signed up for most definitely was not what you’re now getting; him being too hammered to even function. There are pass outs all around, guys taking women off to the bunk rooms here and there at the Sons clubhouse, with you knowing that if you want a comfortable place to rest and let the drunken fool currently lolling all over your shoulder sleep it off, you need to act fast.

“Come on, get up,” you order him, Isaac grunting as you pull him to his feet,

“Where we going, huh?” he slurs, before he lifts his head and realises. “Ahhh, nice plan, honey. I’m gonna get on you and ride you harder than my fuckin’ Harley.”

No, he isn’t. And you know that for certain. Steering him into the last available room, you sigh, looking back over at the bar, where two sets of brown eyes have followed you. Damn. You’d much rather be on the arm of one of those two. They can handle their beer, for one. You also know that beneath the flannels and denim, they have the kind of bodies your boyfriend doesn’t. Hard, muscular, gorgeous. You can also wager they’d likely treat you better than the drunken psychopath you’ve found yourself shackled to.

Throwing the aforementioned drunken psychopath down onto the bed after he stumbles and almost rips the door off its hinges, you go back to close it, sighing when suddenly, something prevents you from shutting it completely.

“Want some company?” Angel asks you, Manny at his side, his eyes raking over you appreciatively.

“Eh, I guess I could just come back out and join you guys at the bar,” you shrug, taking a step through the door, but having your path blocked.

“Not for what we had in mind, mamas,” Manny drawls smoothly, his eyebrows twitching in suggestion.

“But I’m...” you begin. “And he’s...” Jerking your thumb over your shoulder, you then turn to view Isaac, snoring heavily, sliding from the bed until he suddenly crashes onto the floor.

“He’s passed out, querida. Ain’t nothing waking him, not even the sound of a couple of Mayans getting balls deep in his ole’ lady. That is, if you want us to be?” Angel smirks, reaching out to run his fingers down your arm.

You bite your lip, a little ripple of nervous energy fluttering through your insides.

“I mean, it’s just fucking rude of him,” Manny begins, gesturing to the drunken heap upon the floor. “To get so wasted that he can’t take of his fine assed woman!” Reaching forward, he lets his finger skim around the edge of where your bra peeks out over your tight top, eliciting a flush of goosepimples to rise up to his touch. “You shouldn’t have to go without, you know. Ain’t fair on you, is it, Angel?”

“Nah,” his friend begins, shaking his head, walking you back into the room, his hands tugging the straps of your top and bra down, Manny closing the door behind him. “Not when she looks this good...” Pausing, he moves your hair, his tongue gliding over your throat, “and yeah, tastes this good, too.” Two extremely hot men... and they both want you... at the same time...

What’s a girl to do?

Grasping Angel by his kutte, you kiss him, the feeling of his big, firm body against yours making a wave of heat mist up your spine. God, he smells so good, and his kisses are amazing, only breaking when you turn your head to receive the same from Manny, who is hitching up your skirt, hands drifting all over your ass and down your legs, the trawl of his fingertips at the back of your thighs evoking shudders.

They take you back to the bed with a thud, your clothes being shed, naked between them in little more than seconds, hands wandering all over them both, wanting to try to give them both equal attention. God, they’re both so hot. They make you wonder what the hell you ever saw in the snoring mess of a man upon the floor as you undo Angel’s shirt, exposing his perfect, smooth chest, biting onto a dark nipple and evoking a deep groan as he shrugs himself from his shirt and kutte, throwing them onto the floor, Manny’s mouth closing over your nipple, his fingers stroking at the petals of your cunt with a shuddered breath.

“Fuck, so damned wet already, shit.” he grunts, running his tongue up your throat as your kisses with Angel become more heated, your hand roaming over the bulge in his jeans. Lord, that’s a fucking big dick. You pant into each other's mouths as you unfasten his belt and jeans, needing to feel what strains for release within, Manny moving down the bed to pull your thighs apart and bury his mouth between them. “Oh god, you fucking taste amazing, carina. Shit, imma fucking ruin you with my tongue.”

And oh, how he does, while you focus on Angel, your hand gripping his cock, pulling it from within his jeans and boxers, squeezing hard, making him shudder as he sucks your tongue with a growl, your hand pumping at him, wringing beads of precum from the tip smoothed and stroked with your thumb as he grasps your throat in his big hand, your kisses all fire and smoke as what Manny bestows on you has you whining softly.

Those soft whines build in intensity, the faster he licks at you, making your clit pebble against the tip of his tongue, the feel of your nails dragging over his scalp as your legs close around his head driving his licks, faster and faster until you’re falling apart for him, glimmers throbbing through you, his lips wrapping your bud in a firm suck as he groans.

“Hey, you’re massively overdressed for this,” you tell Manny, Angel sucking a purple welt onto your neck, your brain not caring to connect the fact that Isaac will likely go insane at seeing it eventually.

He surfaces from between your legs, kissing your inner thigh. “Then why don’t you come undress me then, huh?” Pushing him up to his knees, you kiss him, tasting yourself on your lips as you kneel before him, Angel’s tongue running up your spine as he rids himself of the rest of his clothing, your hands unbuttoning Manny’s shirt, fingers stroking his soft skin as it’s exposed to you. Soon, you’re flanked by two naked bodies, two mouths scattering hungry kisses over your skin, Angel’s fingers sliding down to slip into the clutch of your cunt, Manny’s then doing the same.

“I don’t think I can fit that much in me at once, fellas,” you giggle, tongue circling Manny’s nipple, laying a soft bite upon it.

“Mmm, we’ll see.” He pushes at your entrance, opening you wider, making the breath hitch in your throat as with a groan, you relax, taking them, that hitched breath leaving your open mouth shakily as you feel yourself being finger fucked dually.

“Oh my god!” you shriek, eyes flying to Isaac, making sure he didn’t wake up as you’re stretched around the heat of four fingers combing your walls, Manny’s lips locked on yours as Angel kisses your neck torridly, grinding his hard cock between your ass cheeks. It feels like insanity edged in bliss, two gorgeous men all over you, pressed between the heaven of their bodies, their fingers working you harder, your own hand curling around Manny’s cock. And lord, it isn’t small either. It’s long, thick and perfect, and all you want is to feel it hit the back of your throat, encouraging him to move and sit upon the pillows, Angel taking the initiative to shift down the bed, lying on his back beneath you, pulling your hips down towards his face.

His tongue streaks over your clit, a lick that has you tingling in an instant as you swallow back Manny’s cock, your lips pulsing around him as you drag him back out of your throat again, your body feeling as if it has entire constellations burning and collapsing within you. Sucking dick makes you horny enough, but doing it while you have a hot mouth wrapping itself around your cunt? Its desire unbridled, sin unleashed, your butt stinging when a large hand suddenly pounds off it in a hard spank, Angel sucking on your clit, his tongue still nudging your bud at the same time.

“Oh, shit, you are so fucking incredible at that!” you exclaim, hissing a breath and groaning so deeply, you almost don’t recognise the sound as your own, closing your eyes tightly before enveloping Manny in the hot suck of your mouth once more. He curses quietly, his abs twitching beneath your touch, groans all smoke and salt as you feel him twitch between your lips, Angel spanking you again, tongue lapping over your swollen clit repeatedly.

Your legs shake with the ember gilded tingles of pleasure, ascending sharply, the thrust of two fingers into your soaking hole sending you to the borders of euphoria at speed, your release cracking through you like the surface of a frozen lake, making you feel as if you have been split in two from the sheer force of it.

He gives you only the time it takes for him to pull a condom from his jeans and roll it on to recover, before you feel the head of his cock sliding in sumptuous tease over your folds.

“Yeah, is this what you want, baby? Want this big dick right up in your pussy? Want me to fucking wreck you with it?”

Pulling the long cock from your mouth, you pant out your answer. “You’d fucking better.” He hums a soft laugh, parting your walls with the girth of him, pushing hard until he reaches your summit, hands gripping your ass as he drags back again, his cock slick with the honey of your cunt.

“Damn, that’s such a hot little pussy.” he grunts, spanking you again. “Yeah, mamas. Imma rearrange your guts, fuck.” He builds it steadily, until you’re being railed voraciously, the bed banging against the wall, your eyes darting to the floor a few times, just to make sure that Isaac remains passed out. The thrill of it is unreal, knowing that he could wake up at any moment and witness it, you being pounded by one Mayan while you have another fucking up into your mouth.

“God damnit, baby. You’re dripping on the bed, you’re so wet. Fuck, that shit is so hot,” Angel begins, spanking you hard again. “She get this wet for you, homeboy? Oh right, you can’t answer, because your drunk ass is too passed out.”

You almost choke on Manny’s cock with laughter at his statement, nerves chilling your insides a little. Still, though, the fear doesn’t stop the wails tumbling within your throat, your mouth gagged by cock as you’re pounded in absolute frenzy. Until Isaac suddenly sits up. Manny and Angel share wide eyed looks immediately, the former raising his leg until bent at the knee to hide your face, biting his lip and trying like hell not to laugh.

“Oh,” Isaac begins, turning away, rumbling with laughter. “Didn’t realise it was, hic, occupied.” Hauling himself up, he wobbles, almost landing on the bed, your heart in your mouth as he staggers from the room, shutting the door.

To have that kind of reaction to sex happening in front of him, which you know he’d usually probably ask if he can at least watch, if not join in with, fuck. He really, really is hammered out of his mind. Hell, he didn’t even recognise the woman between them to be you!

“Jesus fucking Christ! I thought I was gonna pass out!” Angel yells, bursting into hysterics, resting his head down on your back for a second. “Yo, what the fuck? He didn’t even realise his old lady was getting nailed right next to him, man!”

“You alright, baby?” Manny asks, finally laughing, now he’s actually begun to breathe once more.

You’re speechless for a few moments, wide eyed, your heart still going at what feels like a thousand miles an hour, Angel kissing his way up your back, moving your hair to kiss your neck. “Can you speak?”

Both men are near hysterical at your wide eyed, open mouthed, stunned face. “I swear, I think I just had a small heart attack! Shit!”

“Nah, that’s scheduled for about a half hour from now.” Manny vouches with a wink, his eyes casting down. “Now, get that pretty mouth back on my cock, ‘cuz you give a damned fine blow job.” Running your tongue back up his shaft, you give him a few teasing licks, Angel beginning to thrust into you again, slow and deep, his hand slipping beneath you to stroke at your clit.

He has sparks skittering through you, that slow trawl of his cock giving way to frenzy once more, the coil within you tightening sharply as you edge your way to an undoing that absolutely ruins you, a hot swell rolling through you before your cunt clenches around him, your sun shining over his horizon as you come undone with a wail, Angel’s groans filthily indulgent as he fucks his release into you like a piston, chasing your waves of bliss, leaving you breathless and shaking.

Taking a handful of your hair, he hauls you up, still splitting your fluttering pussy around his girth with gentler thrusts, biting the side of your neck. “Fuck, you just made me cum so damned hard.” he groans, laughter rippling his voice. “Gimmie ten and I’ll be back, I’ll leave you in his capable hands for now.”

He slides from within you, removing the condom and knotting it, flicking it across the room in his usual uncouth fashion, taking another out of his pocket and throwing it at Manny. “Don’t say I never got you, bro.”

“Appreciated, man!” he chirps, while you pick it up, removing it from the packet while Angel lights himself a cigarette and lies back across the end of the bed. Taking the condom out, you position it over the head of Manny’s cock, rolling it down with your mouth before climbing astride him, sinking down on him with a soft sigh. He fills you easily, rolling your hips down to take him deep, leaning forward to lick a long, indulgent swipe up his chest, kissing him thirstily when you reach his mouth.

You assume you’re going to be the one in control as you sit back up, but no. Not according to Manny, who grasps your waist, holds you firm and begins to fuck up into you forcefully, spearing you rapidly, your mouth dropping open, a shrill cry pouring out.

“Yeah, you like that cock, querida? Like being fuckin’ speared on it, huh?” he pants, eyes fixed on you, loving the way the force of each thrust makes your tits bounce. You can’t even form words, gripping his arms as you cry out.

“Oh, god! I love the way you fuck me, ahhh!” you finally manage, watching him grin. But what you love even more, is having the other dark haired, big dicked man in the room return to you, pulling you off Manny and pushing inside you again, with the express purpose of wetting his cock enough for him to fuck your ass with it. Letting you get back on Manny, he kneels behind you, spitting on his fingers and pushing them deep into your narrow passage, his other hand gripping your throat in a light clutch as he opens you up.

“Mmmm, I’m gonna ruin this pretty little asshole, baby,” he murmurs, fingers scissoring within you, sparks illuminating down to your very bones as his teeth lay another hungry bite at your throat. Once he’s certain you’re relaxed and opened enough for him, he begins to push, the head of his cock teasing at you until your nerves jangle like wind chimes, your mouth falling open. God, sexual finesse. When Isaac last gave you anal, he barely prepared you for it and certainly wasn’t gentle. He lets you become accustomed to the stretch, Manny’s powerful rhythm beneath you slowing, Angel pushing up slowly, his hands kneading your tits. “That’s it, beautiful. Relax and enjoy it. Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”

“Yeah, damn. She look fine as hell being split around two dicks.” Manny groans, his thumb moving to stroke at your bundle. Are all Latino guys this passionate, skilled and praising, you wonder, or have you just been chasing after too many self-centred white dudes who only thrive on their own pleasure? Either way, there is now a definite shift in your expectations from a lover.

The further you feel Angel inching in, the better it gets, the fullness of being breeched by two iron hard cocks sending your pleasure stratospheric as you’re stroked and kissed, feeling nothing short of worshipped by them, the sounds of your groans filling the room an orchestra of sin and heat, turning your head to meet Angel’s lips as you lean back into him, your nails dragging down over the chiselled washboard of Manny’s abs as they pull you into them, make you theirs, searing pleasure into the marrow of you.

You feel unmoored from everything other than the anchors that is them, hands wandering your body as they add a little more speed, working in perfect tandem with one another, one slipping back while the other ruts you deep, chasing the flickers of divinity that whirl through you.

“Come on, querida, you gon’ cum for us?” Manny urges, thumb rubbing faster at your clit as he feels your soaking walls clenching hard around him.

“Fuck yes, ahhhhh!” you sob, tears pooling your eyes, the intensity of it absolutely magmatic as they lose themselves, everything less contained, staccato thrusts bringing you to your ascension.

“Yeah, beautiful, that’s it. We’re gonna get you there, then pin you down and cum all over you.” Angel vouches, teeth sharp at your earlobe as he groans, all sin and embers, his sweaty body dragging against yours, fingers pinching tightly at your nipples. Your release goes from smouldering tinder to all out forest fire in moments, your release making you feel as if you’re being toppled from within, muscles tensing as wave after wave washes over you, leaving you breathless and spent, still cloudy with ebbing bliss as they pull out from you and remove the latex barriers that would have caught the releases they shoot over your neck, face and tits, both falling down to bracket you, breathless and trembling.

That night, they make you theirs another three times before you pass out in an entanglement of limbs, you being the first to wake at 9am the following morning, getting dressed and heading out, the smell of coffee filling the clubhouse, and a cup being handed to you by the SAMCRO president’s wife, a woman you’re glad likes you as much as she does, for how terrifying she is.

“Morning, love,” Abi coos, passing you the cup of steaming good morning fuel, kissing your cheek in greeting, watching as your eyes scan around the room, looking for Isaac.

“He’s gone, chere,” her best friend, the VP’s wife, Venus speaks from her position sitting at the bar, looking impossibly gorgeous and fresh for a woman who partied just as hard as everyone else the previous night. “We covered you, told him you’d been called into work and left already.” The way she winks, oh lord, she knows.

Abi continues smiling, making a turning motion with her finger. “Go on, now. Back you go to your Mayan boys. A definite improvement on your usual, I have to say.”

“You both know?” you gape, the women nodding.

“Aye, I heard you in the early hours. Fillip had me in the room next to yours. The sounds of three people getting it on is kinda unmistakable. Good choice, though, giving them a good riding rather than that insane twat of a boyfriend of yours.”

Of course, Abi would think that. She famously hates Isaac, your boyfriend being stupid enough to try his luck at smart mouthing her, Abi removing her shoe and smacking him in the face with it several times while threatening to blow up his bike. While he was on it. A threat you know she would have carried out, had her husband not moved in quickly to calm her down and advise Isaac that she was the very, very last woman he ever wanted to get on the wrong side of.

“Thanks, girls,” you sigh warmly, sipping your coffee, Venus blowing you a kiss from the bar as Abi moves back to seat herself at her side.

“Y’all give ‘em a few licks from me while you’re there, sweet thing!”

You snicker, turning to head back the way you came. “I will, Vee.”

You do, too.

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bumblesimagines · 25 days

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Ez Reyes

can i buy you a drink? for old times' sake?

you were never there for me.

i don't love you anymore.

can i buy you a drink? for old times' sake?

you were never there for me.

i don't love you anymore.

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, Gender Neutral!Reader

"You better not forget about us, Beverly Hills." You felt Bishop clap his hand over your shoulder, a big friendly grin stretched out across his face. You rolled your eyes at his words but couldn't help the giddy smile from spreading across your face, especially with all the supportive Mayans you viewed as uncles and brothers looking just as thrilled as your own father.

"Well, I have to finish packing, but I'll drop by later." You told them, feeling Bishop playfully shake your shoulder before you stepped toward Riz. Your father pecked the top of your head and pinched your cheek, snickering to himself when you swatted at his wrist with a huff and an eye roll.

"Don't stay out too late with your friends, 'ight?" Riz called as you headed toward the door, chuckles spreading throughout the bar when you shot him a glare over your shoulder. No matter how old you got, he still took it upon himself to embarrass you in front of others every chance he got.

Opening the door and throwing one last wave over your shoulder, you stepped out of the clubhouse and headed down the rickety steps. You reached into the pocket of your jacket, feeling around for your keys but your attention turned away from your parked car when the gate slid open and two motorcycles rolled in. Ah, fuck. You bit the inside of your cheek and pulled the keys free from your pocket but just as you pressed down to unlock the car, you heard it:

"Aye, (Y/N)!"

"Fuck," You sighed and turned around, planting a polite smile on your face while you waited for Angel and Ezekiel to finish taking off their helmets. Angel moved first and the only thing you saw before he tugged you into a tight embrace was his big dorky grin. You could smell the cigarette smoke reeking off him and grunted, hoping the smell wouldn't cling to your clothes. "Hey, Angel."

"Hey yourself, Beverly Hills." Angel laughed as he pulled away.

"I'm not even going to Beverly Hills." You groaned. "The new place isn't anywhere near there!"

"But with that fancy new job, you'll live there someday, right? You better tell the pretty girls about the attractive biker down in Santo Padre." Angel said, pushing his sunglasses up to rest atop his slicked-back hair. "Make sure to tell 'em he's funny and hot and-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll tell them all about Coco." You grinned when he clicked his tongue and lightly pushed your shoulder with his fist, his eyes rolling dramatically. He glanced over his shoulder at his younger brother and glanced back at you, wiggling his brows and smirking before he spun on his heels and headed into the clubhouse.

"Hey." Ezekiel greeted gently, tugging his gloves off his hands and offering a sweet smile. You remembered a time when just his smile would make you weak at the knees and giggle like a lovesick idiot. But it only filled you with bitterness looking at it now. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he glanced toward your car. "Leaving so soon?"

"I gotta finish packing." You answered.

"Ah, right, you got a new job away from here, right? I'm happy for you. It's hard leaving this place, take it from me." Ezekiel sighed heavily, stuffing his gloves into the pocket of his jeans and curling his fingers around the front of his kutte. "Listen, (Y/N)... can I buy you a drink? For old times' sake? I always miss you every time you visit. Thought it'd be nice to catch up with you."

You inhaled deeply, eyes flickering toward the clubhouse when the Mayans inside cracked up with laughter at some unheard joke or story. It'd been nearly two years since you'd last seen Ezekiel Reyes face to face and spoken with him. Two long years since you'd stood in his trailer with tears in your eyes while he kept his head bowed, never uttering a single word as you tore into him. You'd broken up with him when he couldn't promise to keep his distance from Emily Galindo, a married woman bound to be his demise. He'd called and called but you ignored him until Riz stepped in and forced him to back off.

"No, thanks, Ezekiel. I have nothing to say to you if I'm honest. Everything I did want to say was said years ago. I hope you're doing well but you were never there for me when we were dating so why would I need you as a friend? You showed me how conditional your loyalty was." You told him and turned away from him, heading toward your car and opening the door. Ezekiel followed because being stubborn ran in the Reyes family, and reached out to cup your elbow.

"I know, I'm sorry. I fucked up. I... I have no excuses, (Y/N). I miss you. I miss us. I miss what we have and what we could've had-"

"I don't love you anymore." You told him bluntly, watching his face crumble in a matter of seconds. He released your elbow and stepped back, his gaze dropping onto the ground and lips pressing tightly together. "That love faded a long time ago, Ezekiel. It's best if you forget about us... 'cause it's never happening again."

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year

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A Gentle Kind Of Love Masterlist

Comment if you want to be tagged or follow #a gentle kind of love.

Mayans MC Masterlist

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

Any mature chapters will be marked per Tumblr's community labels, you will need them turned to show to see them.

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

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

Part One - Oh Hello❤❤😨

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

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

Part Four - On Yearning❤😨😨

Part Five - Like Real People Do😨❤😨❤

Part Six - I Adore You😨❤💦

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

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mariamariquinha · 1 year

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Maria’s Fic Recommendation

Soooo since I’ve been writing my stuff, I think it’s more than fair to share some of the most amazing things I’d read or I’m reading now. Probably forgot a lot of them, which I apologize!

Oh, I may add that I don’t write to a few characters on it, BUT I truly appreciate these works below. Enjoy! (And thank you for all those amazing writers making good and beautiful content. You are the best! ❤)

(here we go)

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Baubles of stolen kisses by @brandyllyn (Richard Alonzo Muñoz)

Cerebral by @laters-gators (Nathan Bateman)

Relative Dating by @youvebeenlivingfictional (Indiana Jones)

Homestead by @youvebeenlivingfictional (Benoit Blanc)

You Want me To? by @youvebeenlivingfictional (Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon)

The Warmasters’s Wife by @youvebeenlivingfictional (Gurney Halleck)

Healing hands by @cheesybadgers (Colonel Horacio Carrillo)

Old Habits Die Hard by @cheesybadgers (Colonel Horacio Carrillo x Javier Peña)

In Another Life by @cheesybadgers (Esteban) THIS THING HERE IS LIKE... A GEM! LAURA KNOWS IT BUT I’LL REMIND YOU ALL THAT WE’RE TALKING ABOUT A MASTERPIECE.

Objectos de Deseo by @massivecolorspygiant (Colonel Horacio Carrillo)

Black Lace and Wine by @nocturnal-milk-dud (Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon)

Slow Hands by @drabbles-mc (Angel Reyes)

Lunch Break by @tropes-and-tales (Bishop Losa)

Human touch by @tropes-and-tales (Sheriff Hassan)

I Got a Bone to Pick With You by @placeinthemiddleofnowhere (Frank Castle)

A Problem of Communication by @dunefeather (Gurney Halleck)

A Flirtatious Game by @supernovafeather (Duke Leto Atreides)

arise, ascend by @zinzinina (Boba Fett)

#fic rec #angel reyes #Esteban x Female reader #horacio carrillo #benny borracho magalon #bishop losa #sheriff hassan #frank castle #boba fett #duke leto atreides #gurney halleck #javier peña #benoit blanc #indiana jones #nathan bateman #richard alonso muñoz x reader

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fckwritersblock · 2 years

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Ez Reyes x Black Reader

Description: Drabble. I was literally listening to Chris Brown To My Bed

Don’t know what this is but…enjoy I guess lmao currently editing a few other one shots & catching up on the Mayans and when I looked up Ez was on my TV so.

Everyone was drunk and shit and I was sick of their shit. The plus side no one seemed to be paying me any attention anymore. Pulling out my phone I searched for the number before sending a quick texting.

Come get me querida

I figured if I didn’t drive everybody might think I was knocked out in the trailer and leave me the fuck alone for a little bit. Angel would definitely take the hint if ot was locked. Not too long after that my phone buzzed with a response.

Why should I?

Y/n.

You’re no fun.

about 30 minutes after I sent that message I got another one tell me to come outside. I jogged out the door and hopped in her car before she could completely stop. Last thing I needed was for someone to see her and start asking questions. I was already in some shit, I didn’t need to add anything else to my plate.

“El presidente know you coming?" She smiled turning around to head back to her house.

This girl loved to tease me about this prospect shit. Got a shot in any chance ate got.

It’s ok though.

I got something for that ass tonight.

I rolled my eyes, "You know I don’t have to tell that man everything I do."

She laughed hard at me, "Yeah right. You on a time limit and everything now boo. You sure you ain't gotta be back at a certain time? Run some errands? Hold anybodys dick while they piss? Or did daddy say his little bitch can sleep over tonight?"

She started talking to me like I was a baby pinching my check with one hand after we pulled up to a red light. Y/n laughed as I swatted her hand away before I placed my hand on her thigh leaning in towards her ear, "Why you being funny?"

She swallowed hard, tightening her grip on the steering wheel as she pulled off. “Why you close for? I'm driving nigga you can't distract me."

Grinning I slid my hand up her thigh. I bit my lip at the fact that she was wearing a dress.

That's my girl, make that shit easy for me.

"Ez stop." She giggled, driving with one hand as she pushed

my hand away with the other.

"You don't forreal want me to." I glided my finger over the outside of her panties.

Lace.

My favorite.

Barely anything there.

They were that much easier to soak and and even easier to destroy.

"Ezekiel" She was breathing heavy, her eyes darting all over the place as if someone was watching her, "I can't focus baby."

I laughed, rubbing her pearl a lil bit harder as her legs slightly parted a bit more. I don’t even think she realized she was opening up for me. More like muscle memory.

"Better learn to control it baby, cuz I know you don't really want me to stop. In fact," I slid my fingers through the thin fabric, "Something is telling me you loving this shit ma."

She bit her lip to stop her moans from coming out. I rubbed my fingers around her clit, slipping all in her wetness.

"You're an ass..." She moaned out, her eyelids looking heavy. I could feel the slight roll of her hips in attempt to create more friction.

"You love it though," I dipped my digits inside her waterfall, "How wet this shit is, don't even try lying babe."

Y/n struggled to drive the rest of the way to her crib. I played around in her wetness, leaving her no choice but to enjoy it.

Soon as she stopped the car I leaned over to her, planting soft kisses on her neck.

She moaned out, turning the car off and opening her door but

not able to get out.

"Ez...." She rubbed the back of my head as I kissed on her neck,

"We gonna make it to the bed this time babe?"

She was practically putty in my hand.

I laughed in her necking, making her giggle, probably tickling a bit.

"You know we gon' try." I spoke into her ear.

Uh huh.

Yeah right.

Soon as we hit her front door we were all over one another.barely able to get the door shut.

"Ez please make it to the bed." She moaned into my mouth.

I laughed sliding my hands down her ass, picking her up and placing her on my waist.

"Where's the fun in the bed?" I joked, suckling on her neck, moving on down her chest.

"Have we ever done it in a bed Ez?" She leaned her head back

giving me more access to her body.

I laughed kicking her door open, "Hell if I know Y/n."

She bit her lip as I lowered her onto the edge of the bed. I smirked, hovering over her, easing my body down on hers.

She was already tryna pull my pants down with her feet before I could even get situated.

"Wait a minute baby," I started rising her dress up her body. "Now you know," I kissed her left thigh, licking circles to her panties, “I gotta eat it," I did the same exact thing to her right thigh, "Before I beat it."

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