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nattinatalia · 8 months

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Jack Harlow x Reader : FIRST CRUSHES

A/N : Requested by my sexy boo thangggg @heavyhitterheaux

“Daddy, daddy.” Mia yells, running into the kitchen.

“Yes, my daughter?”

Jack notices Mia looking around the kitchen, then smiles wide “We have a situation.”

That has Jack alerted and sitting up straight “What’s wrong?

“Well it’s an Ezequiel situation.” She looks to the side and calls over her brother. “Tell him.”

Ezequiel shakes his head no, “Momma gonna get hurt.”

“Why would mommy get hurt little man? What’s wrong?”

“Well daddy, you know how Ez started school?” Mia asks

Jack is nodding, still very much confused. “Yeah?”

Mia smiles, patting her brother's shoulder. “Well Ez likes a girl.”

Jack perks up and smiles “Ohh does he??”

Ez hides behind his sister, chewing on a baby carrot that he somehow managed to get out from his pocket. “I guess.”

Mia rolls his eyes “He does daddy, he’s in love.” She teases.

Ezequiel starts shaking his head “not love.”

“Okay, maybe not in love like you and mommy but daddy he has a crush.” Mia giggles.

“Okay, and where do I come in on this?”

Ezequiel starts tugging at the corner of his shirt “I wanna get her flowers”

Mia smiles “See, he only buys flowers for mommy so he really likes this girl.”

Jack nods “You want to buy her flowers little man? That’s so thoughtful of you.”

“But don’t tell momma.”

“What? Why?”

Ezequiel shrugs, “She's gonna be sad.”

Jack smiles at his son, “Your momma will understand. But if you don’t want to tell her right now then that’s totally fine.” He brushes EZ’s curls to the side, “Now, this is coming out of your piggy bank.”

Ez eyes go wide “But daddy, I don’t have money.”

“Ezequiel, we gave you your allowance last week.”

He smiles nervously, “I bought baby carrots, Uncle Druski didn’t have money so I had to buy them with my money.”

Mia chuckles, “Uncle Dru never has money for us, but when he goes sees girls dance, he’s rich.”

Jack gasps, “ALIZE MIA HARLOW.”

“What? What did I do?”

Jack shakes his head, “I don’t even want to know where you know that from.”

Mia shrugs, “Uncle Copey and Sunni told Nino Urb last night.”

Ez groans, “So can we go buy the flowers before bed time?”

“Yeah, let’s go little man. Mia, you stay here with your mom.”

Mia nods, “I’m not lying if she asks where you two went.”

Jack rolls his eyes, “Girl, I’m not asking you to, just tell her we went to run a quick errand.”

“Isn’t that lying?”

“Mia, noo, because that’s what we’re doing.”

“Okay, okay geesh.” Mia rolls her eyes. “Hurry up”

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“So little man.” Jack starts, looking down at Ezequiel. “Do you know which ones you want?”

He shrugs, staring at all the different colors of flowers scattered around. “I don’t know.”

“That’s totally fine, what’s her favorite color?”

Ezequiel groans, “I don’t know.”

Jack chuckles, “What color is her backpack and lunchbox?”

“Ohhh, it’s pink.”

“So get her pink ones.”

He nods, “Thank you daddy.” He starts looking around at every bucket that’s filled with different kinds of flowers and roses until he finds the one he thinks is perfect.

Jack and Ezequiel are walking around the flower shop, with the flowers EZ had picked, until he makes a quick stop.

“What’s wrong?” Jack asks him.

Ezequiel looks up at him, “You buy momma some too.”

“From you?” Jack raises his eyebrows.

“Us two.” He shrugs, thinking hard.

“Hmm, okay, your plan and I’m listening.” Jack takes out his phone. “Let’s hurry up because your mom is wondering where we’re at.”

Ezequiel gasps, “Mia.”

“She probably didn’t say anything, don’t worry little man.”

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Jack and Ezequiel were about to walk into the house but the little man was worried, fidgeting with the little flowers on his arms.

“What if momma is there?”

“She’s gonna be there bud, just run straight to your bedroom and I’ll handle your mother.”

Ezequiel sighs, “Okay, let’s do this.” He pushes the door open as he walks in slowly, Jack following behind him with a smile on his face.

Once they make it towards the living room, Ezequiel looks back at Jack with worry.

“Go, I got this.” Jack nods, trying to block him from your point of view.

“I saw those, are they for me little man?” You gush.

“No, bye.” Ezequiel yells and runs away to escape into his bedroom.

You raise your eyebrows, turning your head to Jack. “What was that about?”

“Nothing.” Jack shrugs, setting the flower arrangement he had holding on the center of the coffee table.

You’re eyeing Jack, can’t help but feel that your two boys are keeping something from you.

“What? Is there something on my face?” He asks, chuckling as he sits next to you.

You raise your eyebrows at him, “What are you hiding?”

“Baby relax, it’s nothing.”

“It’s definitely something if my son ran straight to his bedroom and didn’t even come to hug me or kiss me.” You cross your arms, “He always does, no matter if he was gone for a few or for hours, he always hugs me and gives me my cheesy kisses. So what did you do to my son?”

“What did I do? Why do I always have to do something?” He laughs.

“Because, you, Urban and Clay are always up to no good when it comes to my children.”

“I promise you, it’s nothing big nor bad.” He pats his chest, “Now lay that pretty head on me, and let’s watch this movie.”

Before you could answer him, you hear footsteps coming down the stairs, you look up and see both your kids walking into the living room.

Mia instantly skips over to the couch, smirking. You already she’s up to no good.

“Mom, guess what?”

“Mia.” Jack warns.

You look between them three. “What Mia?”

“Oh nothing.” Mia chuckles.

Ezequiel, who was standing by the couch, was deep in thought. “¿Qué tienes mi niño?”

He looks up at you and tugs at the zipper of his hoodie. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course mi vida, always.”

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

You quickly turn to look at Jack, but he’s smirking too, identical as Mia’s little smirk. If there is one thing your husband and daughter share, it is how they love to stir the pot, and play pranks. They love to team up and make everyone around them sweat.

“Momma?” Ezequiel’s soft little voice brings you back.

“Yes, sorry baby.” You smile at him. “What’s going on?”

“I buy flowers.”

You nod, “I know I saw them, they’re beautiful baby.”

“But they not for you this time.”

You try your best to conceal your shocked reaction. “Ohhh??” You cough, “so who are they for?”

He starts fidgeting, patting his pockets and when he can’t find what he was looking for, he starts scratching the side of his thumbs with his index fingers and looking around the living room.

“Here little man.” Jack hands him one of his many little fidget toys.

“Thank yous.” He takes a deep breath, squeezing the fidget toy.

“Ezequiel, todo esta bien mi amor, ven.” You reach out for him, he takes hold of your hand and you pull him in and sit him between you and Jack. “Whoever the flowers are for, it’s okay baby. I’m not mad.”

“But momma.” He whispers. “It’s for a girl.”he covers his face with his hands.

“A girl? What girl?”

“Cheesy has a little crush on a girl from his class. He wanted to buy her flowers but didn’t want you to get upset because he always gets you some with daddy.” Mia says, she makes her way to you and Ezequiel, she kneels down to be in front of her brother.

“Cheesy, it’s okay.” She ruffles his little curly hair. “I was kidding when I said she’ll be hurt.”

“Mia.” You gasp out.

“Sorry.”

Jack shakes his head at his daughter, but reaches for Ezequiel and puts him on his lap. “Little man, everything is okay.”

“But is momma okay?” He asks worriedly.

That tugs at your heartstrings, your little boy worried about your feelings and how you’ll react, is definitely making you feel emotional.

“I’m okay baby.” You smile at him. “I think it’s nice and thoughtful that you bought a classmate some beautiful flowers. I bet she’ll love them.”

“So you’re not mad?” He looks at you.

You shake your head, “Never, you spoil me so much with flowers everyday, I’m lucky.”

He takes a breath of relief and hugs you. “You’re the best.”

“No, you are.”

He smiles, “You always my number one girl.”

“HEY WHAT ABOUT ME?” Mia pouts out.

“You after momma.”

She rolls her eyes, “I’ll take it I guess.”

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ravennaortiz · 3 months

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Okay new request. I'm becoming obsessed with these. there are so many creations that can come from them. So this time I'm thinking about Ez. I'm thinking of prompts 15, 21, 24, 27, and 32.

I love to hear it! You are coming up with a lot of great ideas! This is my first EZ request and I love them prompts for him! Lets see what kind of magic we can make here. As always 18+. Smut below the cut.

Prompts

15. Are you gonna kiss me or not?

21. Like what you see?

24. No panties?

27. What if someone sees?

32. Your mine.

Walking into the Mayans Clubhouse you smiled seeing EZ sitting and reading in the mostly empty clubhouse. Walking by the Mayan you had a crush on you popped your head into Templo where Hank and your dad were sitting and talking, you gave a small wave to let your dad know you were here. Walking back towards EZ you sat down across from him. "Hey" EZ said glancing up before turning his eyes back to his book after you smiled at him.

You sat fiddling with your phone as you considered your next move. You had been trying to get EZ's attention since he was made a prospect but he had been putting you off. Sliding down in your chair your stretched your foot out and rubbed it along his calf. EZ sighed as he glanced up at you. "Yes?" he asked with a raised brow. "I was just wondering if you were gonna kiss me or not today?" you asked as you smiled sweetly at him as you leaned forward on the table.

EZ chuckled before replying doing hsi best to ignore how your breast were practically spilling out of the tank top you had on.. You had asked this question once a day for the last two months. As much as he would love to see just how soft those plump lips of yours were he knew that was a dangerous move. Though it was getting harder and harder for him to say no. "Not today" replied EZ before going back to his book. "Why not?" you inquired cocking your head to the side. This should have been a red flag to EZ but he had never been good at seeing that with women.

"Your dad being Bishop" replied EZ as he turned the page. "Fair" you replied before standing up and going to the back of the clubhouse. A few minutes later you had a mischievous smile on your face as you sat back down at a table a little away. EZ was deep into his book again when something hit him in the face. Setting his book down he picked up what he assumed you had thrown at him.

"Jesus" muttered EZ to himself as he realized he was holding onto a pair of lacy red panties. "Like what you see there?" you inquired as he ran the material trough his fingers. The door to the clubhouse opening had him balling up the material and quickly shoving it into his pocket. He heard you chuckle before you both greeted Gilly and Angel as they made their way into Templo.

EZ looked over to you after a couple minutes before getting up and moving to the bar to get a drink. You watched EZ go behind the bar counter and gave him a couple minutes before making your way over. You paused as you listened to a roar of laughter come from Templo before slinking behind the bar. "Excuse me" you stated as you slipped in between EZ and the fridge as you bent pressing your ass back onto him as you looked for a drink.

EZ closed his eyes at the feel before he jumped back. "You okay?" you asked feigning innocence as you looked at him over your shoulder. EZ licked his lips eyes glancing to the doors before turning back to you. "I made it super easy for you. No panties, short skirt" you replied your voice smooth with lust as you stood back up an closed the fridge door.

He couldn't deny you had gotten under his skin and his body was saying yes. Stepping closer you stood on your tip toes to reach his ear as you ran your hands down his chest. "Aren't you curious at how wet I am for you?" you purred in his ear sending a shiver down his spine. EZ swallowed hard before moving away from you and back to where he had been sitting.

Undeterred you followed him and sat on the table next to him your thigh on his hand. EZ looked up at you and you could see his resolve crumbling. "Just a quick touch E. No one will know" you whispered opening your legs slightly to where his hand was in between them on the table. "What if someone sees? Do you know how badly my ass is kicked?" inquired EZ trying to ignore the temptation to move his hand where you wanted it. "Don't get caught touching Bishops daughter then" you replied with a shrug.

After a moment you sighed. "Guess I'll go see if someone else will." You stated as you started to slide off the table. "Stay" EZ said quietly as he touched your inner thigh. Locking his eyes onto yours as he inched his fingers along the inside of your thigh until he brushed your wet folds. You bit your lip as he dipped a finger into your core to contain your moan. As EZ teased you with his fingers his other hand moved to free him from the confines of his pants.

EZ removed his fingers from you making you whine before pulling you to the edge of the table. At the feel of his cock head at your entrance your eyes widened and heart rate picked up. "Stay quiet" ordered EZ as he started to push into you painfully slow. EZ smirked as he watched you squirm under him. Once he was fully inside you he stilled as he looked down at you as he circled your clit with his thumb making you arch your back off the table.

You were struggling to contain your moans when he leaned over you and grabbed you by the throat with one hand squeezing gently as he gave a small thrust in catching you moan in his mouth as he kissed you. After a couple minutes he stopped again making you wrap your legs around his waist and try to pull him deeper. "Your mine" murmured EZ into your ear before resuming his thrust as he used both hands to grab you by the throat. Just as you were getting ready to tip over the edge you heard your dads voice.

"EZ, can you take my daughter home" your dad called from Templo. EZ shot you a grin before replying. "Yeah I can take her Bish" he replied before pulling out of you and fixing his pants. As you sat up slowly he leaned in towards you. "Now I can hear that voice of you scream my name" he stated before walking towards the door.

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amys-books27 · 3 months

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I'm not ready for the time Ezran grows and gets taller than Rayla.

Soren has always been taller than her so whatever. BUT Callum just now surpassed her, and there's nothing wrong with it, it's just nostalgic 'cause it shows how much they've grown up. How much he has grown up since she left. And Ezran still has much growing up to do, so when he gets to 17-20, would he be taller than Rayla?

I'm gonna cry if they show us this. It would be so, so nostalgic 'cause Rayla used to be the taller one, and then she would be the smallest one. And I just can't-

#im sentimental dont mind me #rayllum #the dragang #the dragon prince #tdp ezran #callum tdp #tdp rayla #tdp soren #tdp s4 #tdp s5 #tdp s6 #tdp s1 #tdp s3 #I mean when I'm writing and is a fanfic where they're all grown up #part of me still wants to refer to Ez as a kid #when he isnt #in one of my fanfics he's 26

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beomcoups · 1 year

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One More Night

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ex-boyfriend!Dokyeom x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, smut, lovers to exes au,

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: r (18+)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: drinking (at the bar), cursing, kissing, morning sex missionary, from the back, clit stimulation, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, heartbreak, mention of break ups, reconciliation **just want to clarify for networks it’s not drunk sex**

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 8.1k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You thought breaking up with him was best for your heart before he left, but the universe had other plans. It’s Dokyeom’s last night in town, and he wants to spend it with you. 𝐀𝐍: Thank youuuu to @hobeemin and @wordycerty for reading this for me. It’s the first thing I’ve written in months and you guys reassured me that I wasn’t terrible lol.

It was his last night in town before he left for good. You didn't plan on seeing your ex, let alone conversing with him. But he called, and here you are, at the local bar, drinking every word Dokyeom says.

“I miss you,” his whisper in your ear heard over the loud music. “I miss you so fucking much it hurts.”

His confession pierces your heart like a cupid’s arrow, penetrating you deeply as you hold back tears. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, the first tear falling down your cheek. Breaking up with him was hard, and in another universe, you know in your heart you would be together forever. But this is for the best. Dokyeom is a great musician who was born to perform, and as much as he is your greatest love, it would be selfish of you to hold him back from his full potential. You stare in the mirror; your eyes are red with tears and mascara ruined. It’s taking a lot out of you to swallow your pride and not beg him to stay with you, to hold him close and never let him go. You are in the bottomless pits of love for this man. Meeting him through your best friend, it was a slow-burn romance, neither of you budging to tell each other how you felt about each other, until one late night, you did. Sitting in front of your house on a snowy night, you poured out the feelings that were eating you alive for so long, hoping that he felt the same way. When he kissed you in response, your world got a little brighter, and the crushing weight of unrequited love was lifted off your shoulders.

Two years flew by, and it was the happiest you’ve ever been. It was like you found your person, the shooting star you had wished for all your life. Someone to make you feel at home. It felt good having that in Dokyeom, but all good things must come to an end. This opportunity he has to travel the world and show everyone his talent was worth more than this relationship, as much as you hate to admit that. Tap! Tap!

“Just one second, please.” You quickly wipe your face, remove your black-stained tears, and apply more mascara. You try your best to look like nothing is wrong, the opposite of what you feel inside. Then, taking one last look at yourself, you open the door, bumping squarely into Dokyeom’s chest. “Are you alright?” He asks, lifting your chin to face him. You nod, forcing a small smile, before trying to move out of his way. His hand grasps yours, your fingers intertwining, and you stop in your tracks.

“Well, I just told you that I miss you, and you disappeared on me,” he says. “Do you not feel the same way? Did I do something wrong?”

“What?” You shake your head. “No. Of course, you didn’t do anything wrong.” A woman excuses herself in between you two to go to the bathroom. You drag him outside, walking a few feet away from the bar while you get your thoughts together. Your teeth shatter in the bitter cold, and your fingers feel numb.

“Dokyeom, I love you,” you insist. “This is really hard for me, letting you go. You deserve to thrive in your career and not worry about me—.” “Stop,” he interrupts. “I am always going to worry about you. But I am never leaving you, and I will never stop loving you. Just because I’ll be gone for a while doesn’t mean I won’t come back.” “But what if you don’t? What if you like what you’re doing so much that you decide not to be tied down anymore? There are so many ifs in this that I want you not to have to think about th—” His lips suddenly press against yours, shutting you up mid-sentence. You walk back until you are against a brick building, your hands clinging tightly to his shirt. Your heart is beating a million miles per second, your clouded thoughts of him temporarily taking away your anxieties. “I love you,” he whispers. “All this crazy talk about you leaving me. You drive me wild.” “Whatever,” you huff.

You hate admitting you’re wrong. It is crazy talk, breaking up with the love of your life over a three-month tour. But you know how it goes with fans and specifically groupies. You don’t want to hear the rumors, whatever they may be. You’d rather him be free to do whatever he wants before you get hurt like that. The wind chill breaks you two apart, your body shivering from the freezing temperature. Dokyeom, the gentleman he is, takes his jacket off and wraps it around you. You didn’t protest, knowing it was a moot point, as he would rather get sick than see you uncomfortable in any way. He is selfless, always ensuring everyone has what they need before he thinks about himself. The members of the band, his best friends– he would do anything for them. It made you fall more in love with him. “Give me your keys,” he requests with his hand out. “I’ll drive you home.” You give him your keys and get in your car, cursing as you sit down on the cold leather seat. Then, as if he read your mind, he turns on the seat warmer, allowing your legs to thaw while you pull out of the lot. You don’t say anything to each other, letting the lofi beat music from the radio play until you reach your apartment several minutes later. “Are you okay?”

You nod as you both exit the car, walking up two flights of stairs until you stand at your door. He unlocks it, walks you in, and turns up your heat. You’ve always had this thing about not being hot, and it could be below-freezing temperatures, but you will still turn your fan on to make it “just right.” It drove Dokyeom crazy, but he put up with it. Put it with you. “Don’t leave,” you say suddenly. “I mean, don’t leave me tonight.”

You walk towards him, wrapping your arms around him, his warmth engraving itself onto your body. You are comfortable with him, being in his arms that you treasure as your safe space. He pulls you in tighter, lifting your face and kissing you. “I’m not going anywhere,” his eyes peer into your soul. “I don’t care if we are in the same room or miles apart. I will always be with you.” You rest your head on his chest, listening to the melodic beat of his heart go thump thump thump. Your body relaxes, feeling as if you could fall asleep at any second. As if he could sense it, Dokyeom extracts himself from your embrace, leaving you annoyed and cold all over again. You hear the shower running in the bathroom, and he peeks his head out the door, motioning for you to come in. Your legs feel heavy, each step feeling like you are being pulled down. The shots you took at the bar are finally kicking in, and you feel like you will crash at any second. “Oh, my baby,” he helps you out of your clothes.”We have definitely had enough excitement for tonight. I’m gonna wash you and put you in bed, okay?” “S-sure,” you slur. The shower goes with a blur, one blink, and you are already in bed, settled in an oversized t-shirt and cuddling up to Dokyeom. He leaves sweet kisses all over your face, saving the last one on your lips before pulling you to his chest. “I love you,” you murmur, already half asleep. ”Don’t leave me.”

“Baby, you feel so fucking good..” Your nails dig into the sheets, your loud moans in the pillows as he fucks you roughly from behind. It’s 8 am, and he should’ve left ten minutes ago, but he insisted on giving you something to remember him by. Waking up to kisses, your body is naturally turned on by him, sliding down your panties and letting him have his way.

“I’m going to miss you, baby,” he moaned, stroking you deeply. His hand grabs your hair, pulling it tightly as his hips snap into you faster, sending you through your second orgasm this morning. Your fingers play with your clit, whimpering his name as you cum all over him, messing up your new sheets. Your legs give up, spasming as you collapse on your stomach, and your body is overridden with pleasure. Dokyeom turns you over, lifting your legs over his shoulders before he slams into you. “You look so pretty,” he grits. “You make it hard to leave.”

You laugh it off, ignoring the ping in your heart that this will be all over soon. Soon your laugh quickly turns into screams, urging him to fuck you harder. He leans and kisses you deeper, his laborious pants a sweet love language in your ear. “Please,” you beg. “Make me cum again.” Dokyeom loves it when you beg for him, and he obliges, pinning your legs to your chest while giving you rough strokes. Your bed frame bangs against the wall, the portraits you had hanging losing their centered place. That familiar pressure is building in your stomach again, your vision turning white as it ripples through you one last time. His thrusts become unorganized before pulling out, coating your lower lips with his load. You are still on a euphoric high, slowly coming back down as he showers you with kisses. “I love you,” he settles his lips on your neck. “You mean the world to me.” He lifts up slowly, grabbing his phone and looking at the time. “Oh shit, I really have to go,” he hurries into his jeans. “Do you, though?” You tease him, sitting up and sliding off of the bed. Reminded of his essence between your legs, you jet into the bathroom to wipe it off. In those couple of minutes, reality kicks in like a stab in the chest. Dokyeom is really leaving, and you won’t get to see him for a long time. Your teddy bear, protector, and love of your life. You thought breaking up with him would make it easier for you to cut him off and lessen the pain you would feel. But clearly, the universe had other plans. “Baby, I’m gonna head out. I’m going to go to my place and shower before I catch my flight.” Taking a deep breath, you open the bathroom door, facing Dokyeom one last time. He leans in, kissing you with all of the deep-rooted love you have, his large arms pulling you closer to him. “I love you,” you whisper. “Call me when you get to the airport, okay?” You pull away from each other reluctantly, with you watching him walk out the door for the last time.

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0alanasworld0 · 9 months

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Our Allens <3

How would our boys react to the Barbie Movie?

Warnings: none

♡ Yassine ♡

I imagine that out of the two of you he’d be the first to see the trailer when it comes out.

Like minutes into its release, already in his Youtube recommended

He was well beyond the age of acting like he was too cool for it

It looked fun and right up your alley

You’re busy with work and he doesn’t close your laptop but he holds his phone over it so you can watch

You’re not too happy with the interruption but he just seems so excited, practically buzzing so you take the phone.

2 minutes and 42 seconds later, you’re up on your feet and buzzing with him

He’s quick to sift through your shared closet for things to wear (before everyone else decided to do it)

He’s got some pink dress shirts so he thinks he’ll be fine but you on the other hand

He’s not impressed by the lack of variety

There’s months before the film comes out but no, you need to be prepared and NOW

Practically dragging you to the mall to look for stuff because there is NO WAY you’re going to this film underdressed

He picks a hot pink skirt and white top that he thinks you would look cute in

He’s got surprisingly good taste, let's just say that and before you even open your purse, he’s paid for it.

As the release date gets closer and closer and more trailers come out, he has a new and even more brilliant idea

All black

“If you wanted to go to Oppenheimer instead, you could have said!”

He gasps in offence and pulls out the screen-cap that inspired him

“... also what is Oppenheimer exactly?”

“Yassine, I can’t wear a damn tiara!” “Why not?”

You end up having to wear the tiara

You spend about half an hour taking photos in the Barbie box before doing anything

He doesn’t post anything because he never posts anything but you certainly do and it gets reposted onto the Sevilla instagram because it’s just too darn cute

He cries at the Billie Eilish bit but gets over it quickly so you can jam to the Ice Spice remix together

“I promise you that I’m more of an Allen than a Ken, Angel. I would never believe in patriarchy! And I hate horses!” “...” “Okay I don’t hate horses but you get the idea!”

“So do you want to watch oppenheimer?” “Angel, I still don’t know what that is if I’m being completely honest.”

He thought that Barbenheimer was just a cool reference to how well the film was gonna do

“Why is it such a big deal that they come out at the same time? Mamma Mia and the Dark Knight also came out at the same time and no one said anything about that!”

You do end up watching for the sake of it but he’s not feeling it at all.

“Do you think that Cilian Murphy is more attractive than me?” “He could never.”

He’s quite pleased with that answer and he gets all blushy

He ends up dragging you to the next screen to watch barbie again right after for a ‘palette cleanser’

♡ Abde ♡

You’re definitely the one to push it in this instance

He’s young, like really young, so there is a little bit of an obsession with that macho image

Much less of it since he managed to win you over by letting it go but its still kinda there

Even with that, he may have read a couple of unflattering reviews (obviously from men) so he’s not got the best impression

It doesn’t take you long to convince him at all because the the way your eyes lit up is enough

He loves the idea of you dressing up all cute for it, happily help you pick an outfit but when you bring up the idea of HIM matching you, he’s not so keen

“Come on! What's wrong with a bit of pink? Most designer men’s clothes have a little bit of it!” “Yeah but that's different!” “Sure (!)”

You do manage to get his approval of one pink shirt but he’s a little bit sulky the whole way home and you give him the silent treatment for it

He respects your space but he ends up whining to his brother about it which feels like the biggest mistake when his mum overhears it; more of a blessing in disguise to be honest

“That girl puts up with so much of your nonsense and you can’t even put on a pink shirt for her Barbie thing without adding on even more nonsense? Ya Allah, forgive me I’ve raised a wannabe macho idiot for a son!”

His dad ends up overhearing as well and gets to a stern explanation

“In what world is pink girly? It’s a fucking colour, son. Any ‘man’ that associated a colour with being a girl is a west-washed little boy, you wear little necklaces and get an eyebrow slit but you draw the line at pink? I raised you better than that.”

His brother ends up chiming in too.

“Yeah man, it's a little scummy. It’s a pink shirt and two hours of your time, she used to wear that ugly yellow kit happily to matches AND she watches you play video games for way longer than that, and at least a movie might be more entertaining…”

At first he doesn’t really want to believe anything that they’ve said but he spends the evening pondering over it, only feeling more and more guilty and time passes by

“I’ll just watch it with my friends, it's fine!” but you’re obviously disappointed, he can see it written on your face and you don’t give him time to say anything as you walk away

He spends a good hour going back and forth with you about that, eventually just wrapping you up tight in his arms and apologising over and over again

“Pleeeeeeeeeeaaase take me! It’ll be fun, I swear! I’m a fun guy, am I not?” “You’ve changed your tune.”

“My parents didn’t raise a west-washed little boy, did they?” you don’t know what that means but you can’t really ask with your face pressed up against his neck.

“Should I grow out the eyebrow slit?”

You find the strength to pull away from him with that suggestion, “YES!”

To add to the apology, he lets you do his nails but refuses to let you push at his cuticles

Not that you need to do that anyway because his nails are beautifully shaped and you LOVED being able to paint them

He does indeed make it a fun experience when you go out for it and you get some really cute photos together

He spends a while getting photos of you in the booth on your own because you looked so damn adorable

During the film, he keeps pointing out the outfits he thinks would look good on you… so basically everything.

He’s intrigued by the giant fur coat but you immediately put a stop to that

“But look! it's so-” “Ugly! Looks like a freshly killed polar bear rug!”

By the end of the movie, you're both in tears and he gives you the biggest hug he can manage when you leave the theatre.

Its a genuine eye-opener for him

“I’m such a Ken, anjo!”

It's his awakening: he didn’t really like acting all hard and cool anyway and now he had a better understanding of just how dumb that mentality was.

Constantly talking about “boyfriend-girlfriend” things

You didn’t mind but you wished he would stop referring to it as that because you wanted him in all his glory and you didn’t need to be laughing in the middle of it.

♡ Hakim ♡

Its a cute little moment where you swap phones to show each other the trailers

He’s definitely more intrigued by Oppenheimer but he’s happy to watch barbie with you

Of course, so long as you watch Oppenheimer with him

Like Yassine, well beyond acting too cool for a movie and the colour pink

Your outfits match and are a mix of pink and black so you can really get into the spirit of the occasion

You match clothes quite often but it still makes him smile when you get excited and scan over the outfits

He honestly just liked doing stuff with you and vice versa

He’s not really bothered by what anyone thinks of him anymore

You watch Oppenheimer first and he can’t help but point out the things he told you about when he explained the movie to you

He has some of his own critiques and gripes too

He’s not impressed when he sees the American flag nor is he happy with the nudity but he’s okay with the film, overall.

Surprisingly enough, he was actually quite excited for barbie.

You had explained every little detail from the trailers and the underlying themes and easter eggs and he supposed that at least 1 live adaptation was ready to be faithful

You’re the more energetic watcher while he’s just extremely focused

Like his eyes don’t leave the screen once, he looks to be in deep thought

Although there is some palpable shock when Barbie is called a fascist

You’re worried when he hasn’t said anything by the end of the film, fearing that he was gonna be one of those

“Men really suck, huh?”

Big relief and you agree with a laugh

You spend ages talking about the little intricacies in the movies and the deeper messages, from when you get back into the car and well into the evening

He does post a little thing on his story: a blurry photo of the two of you

His brothers do tease him a little bit but they’d all watched it with their partners too and they were all in agreement: it was fantastic

They acted cool and stoic critics about it on the outside but the excitement on the inside was still evident

You pointed out one of the dresses from the movie that you loved, thinking he wasn’t paying attention but alas

He goes above and beyond to find a replica and eventually just settles on a tailor to make you a custom one

He has your measurements because he’s bought plenty of custom pieces for you already and he wouldn’t stand for anything less than perfection

If he was picky for himself, imagine how h would be for the love of his life

He gets a little slap-happy with it and ends up ordering like 4 custom outfits for you instead of one

He wondered about whether he should save them for special occasions but he concluded that he just couldn’t wait

I imagine you coming back from a long day at work and the outfits are laid out, in their garment bags

You assume that he maybe got himself some new jackets or something because that's pretty common for him

When you unzip the bags and obviously you’re surprised

“Do you like them?” “I mean yeah but… what?”

He can’t wait for you to process anything and he’s hurrying you to try it all on

Obviously you look absolutely stunning and the way he’s looking at you has you all nervous: partly because he always just looked at you like you hung the moon and stars but also you were slightly concerned that he was seconds away from tearing it off you

“Oh god, you’re such a barbie…” he knows exactly how big of a compliment that is, your beloved allen

♡ Nayef ♡

He definitely isn’t at Yassine and Hakim’s point where image isn’t that big of a deal but he’s an absolute sweetheart

Genuinely so positive and joyful, in that sense there’s a unique maturity about him

You call him over to watch the trailer with you and he doesn’t really understand but matches your excitement when you point out the little details

I feel like he would be doing a lot of his own research too, those youtube videos of people analysing the trailer frame-by-frame become his new obsession

I imagine he’d be getting into a lot of arguments on his burner twitter account with the bitter men trying to tear it down

He doesn’t care at all, he’s going to see barbie with you the first chance he gets and he’s going to find a matching outfit somewhere

You assumed he’d just find a pink shirt but no, he spends ages sifting through the internet for a ken inspired outfit that he could replicate and a barbie outfit for you, pink would not suffice on its own, you were gonna go all out with some proper references

He’s definitely the most Allen-esque of the boys, that's for sure

Proudly posts a photo of the pair of you on his story and your matching outfits with the reference on the side

He does get a lot of praise online for it for being so “brave” but he sees it as the bare minimum and doesn’t quite understand why it's such a big deal

Somehow he’s more excited than you at the theatre

And he somehow knows even more finer details than you as well, it’s kind of jarring

He LOVES the music and knows all the lyrics because he’s been listening to the album non-stop

He is in tears from America Ferrara’s beautiful speech

Constantly looking over at you like you’re a champions league trophy

The switch from emotional billie eilish to the upbeat ice spice remix is a bit of a shock but he just goes with it because at the end of the day, he’s having the time of his life with the movie

“You know I would love you no matter what, right?”

“Like you ARE extraordinary and perfect in every way but even if in some bizarro universe where you weren’t, I bet I would still be obsessed with you.”

And you fully believe him because he would drop anything and everything for you, no doubts in your mind whatsoever

I feel like he’d be so cheesy when you leave the theatre, like he’s carrying you to the car bridal style

He would also refer to the deed as “boyfriend-girlfriend stuff” for months

He would be dragged to Oppenheimer with his friends but he comes back home too you and he looks far from impressed

“Well it certainly wasn’t Barbie, I know that much!”

not my usual style but i just thought headcannons would be a better format since i got requests for all of them! i hope u enjoy, lovelies <3

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garbinge · 1 year

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Stranded

Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & Platonic!Reader

From these April Prompts: “Stranded”

Summary: You go on a really bad date and call your besties to save you, but they end up taking the opportunity to roast you.

A/N: First time doing a fic a day challenge!!! Let’s see how many I’ll end up doubling up on and posting some other day LOL. Enjoy the ride friends <3

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, some light joking, I don’t think I’d classify it as angst.

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc (Not sure how many individual Mayans fics i’ll have in the future but happy to add anyone to any potential future fics!)

You felt like the phone was mocking you at this point. By the third ring you knew he wasn’t going to answer but you still waited it through, not once but four times. Time was ticking, you didn’t have the luxury of waiting for him to pick up. Your date, your very shitty date was waiting a mere 20 feet away outside the bathroom at your empty table for you to come back. Yes, empty. You hadn’t even gotten to be served your drink order yet and you already knew this date was a dud.

Maneuvering out of the bathroom window was an easy enough solution, one you would have easily relied on if you weren’t carless or in the middle of El Centro. El Centro, while close enough to Santo Padre by car was 10 miles of highway that you weren’t really looking forward to walking. You cursed yourself for not getting your car fixed this past weekend, leaving you in the hands of the random man you matched with on some stupid app tonight. Your options were bouncing back and forth in your head, you could start your trek home and keep calling in hopes of an answer, or you could just sit through what will probably be the worst date of your life.

The second option seemed bearable, but after he was discussing his 5th conspiracy theory–and keep in mind you were only 20 minutes into the date, and his constant casual sexual joke that was definitely his way of hinting at bringing you home you couldn’t listen anymore.

You thought 10 was still relatively early, especially for Angel Reyes. Him not answering could have been for a multitude of reasons but realistically you knew he was probably not the Reyes brother you should rely on. Shaking your head, you hung up after getting the voicemail again, tired of hearing the automated woman’s voice and called someone else.

Two rings. That was all it took.

“Hey, what’s up?” EZ’s voice was like a wave of relief washing over you.

“Thank God.” You mumbled as your shoulders fell in solace. “I’m stranded.” The words you spoke left a lot to be imagined.

“You okay?” His tone was tense.

“I’m on this awful fuckin’ date and I’m in the bathroom of La Resaca Seafood Bar off Rt 8 with no car and no way home except with Mr. I’ve seen Bigfoot 30 times who wants to bring me to the Polynesian Lodge tonight.”

EZ let out a chuckle before frowning his brow, “Polynesian Lodge?”

“Motel.” Your one worded answer was all EZ needed to hear to let out another laugh.

“Sounds romantic.” He was already grabbing the keys to his bike.

“Ezekial Reyes. Your brother is already on my shit list. I called him 4 times to save me from this mess but no answer. Do not make me put you on my shit list too.” The desperation in your voice came through as you started to climb up on the toilet paper dispenser to get a better footing to escape through the window.

“Well, that was your second mistake, you know I’m the more reliable Reyes.” The door to EZ’s trailer was closing and he was turning around to lock it as he stayed on the phone.

“Wait” you paused, now standing on the dispenser that was secured into the wall of concrete. “What’s my first mistake?”

The smile on EZ’s face would have earned him a smack upside the head if you were with him in person. “Going on a tinder date with the guy who uses a photoshopped picture of his head on Captain America’s body.”

You were flabbergasted that he knew who you were out with, you didn’t think either of the Reyes boys listened to you when you talked about your matches on Tinder. But you should’ve known EZ would have put two and two together.

“I thought it was FUNNY, like a joke, I didn’t think he was serious about it.” You argued in your defense. “Also, there’s a whole theory out there that the nerdy guys are the ones to scoop up.”

“So tell me about Bigfoot.” EZ was now on his bike, leaning back soaking in every moment of this.

“EZ.” Your voice was firm.

The laugh EZ let out was straight from his belly, he was enjoying this too much.

“Yo E!” Angel’s voice could be heard from the background.

“Is that Angel? Tell him he’s an asshole and he should check his phone.” At this point you were already one leg out of the window when you heard the bathroom door handle turn as the door opened.

In one ear, the one with the phone attached you heard EZ call out. “You’re an asshole and you should check your phone.”

In the other ear, the startled voice of your waitress rang. “Oh my god.” She stopped in her tracks, hand being raised to clamp her chest as the scene of you half dangling out of a window was the last thing she expected.

“E, Seafood off Route 8, please hurry.” With that, you hung up and climbed down quickly to be face to face with your server.

“That bad?” After taking in the situation she understood what was happening.

“Very.” You nodded your head. “I need to stall for like 10 minutes before my ride gets here, do you think you could mention that I left my phone in here when you come back to take our order? That way I have a logical reason to escape through the bathroom window?”

“Sure.” She nodded in acceptance as you smiled and thanked her before moving past her to the bathroom door. “The kitchen exit is right next to the bathroom door, just go through there.” The waitress turned to face you, giving you an easier out instead of the acrobatics. “No need to do whatever the fuck that was, again.” She pointed at the window and retreated into a stall.

Meanwhile, as you suffered through the agony of 10 long minutes of this horrible date. EZ and Angel were coming to your rescue, sort of.

“Ay, what’s with the name calling? and why do I have so many missed calls from Y/N?” Angel trekked over to EZ’s trailer from the clubhouse as he looked at his phone.

EZ had hung up the phone before he waved it up in the air at Angel. “Just got off the phone with her, she’s stranded.”

“Stranded? The fuck?” Angel perked up just like EZ had when you spoke those words to him.

“Bad date. I’m gonna go pick her up if you wanna come. Think you were her first choice anyways.” EZ laughed as he placed his helmet over his head.

Angel let out a chuckle, relaxing his shoulders from the tension. “I never answer my phone, don’t know why the fuck she’d call me.” Despite his lack of empathy, Angel was making his way over to his bike to follow EZ to save you from your date.

As the two waited at the light that was mere seconds from the restaurant, Angel called over to EZ.

“Yo!” Angel got EZ’s attention. “Was it that captain america guy? Didn’t we tell her he was a lame?”

EZ couldn't help but smirk at Angel’s recollection of the night you three spent together just hanging at your place. If Angel remembered it, it was obvious you were only choosing to hear what you wanted that night. “Yea, you should tell her when we see her, I think she’ll appreciate the advice.” EZ set Angel up for disaster later, knowing it’d be pure entertainment for him.

Back at that restaurant, you had just managed to make it to the entrance of the kitchen when you heard the rumbling of not one, but two motorcycles. “Oh thank God.” You mumbled as you burst through the kitchen swinging door and ran like you knew your way around. You pretty quickly found the exit doors and pushed through them, offering no explanation to the staff who was back there. Angel was the first bike you saw since he was closest to you. Immediately, you ran up to him but not without a few choice words.

“Fuck you, Reyes!” You yelled out at him as you approached his bike.

“Hey!” Both brothers yelled simultaneously, EZ leaned forward so you could see him a little further out past Angel.

“You want to be stranded or you want a rescue?” Angel held out a helmet giving you the choice.

Begrudgingly you grabbed it, putting it on over your head and quickly throwing your leg over the back of his bike and scooting closer to him as you got situated.

“Thank you.” The words were mumbled, he laughed as you said them, knowing it was hard for you. The only reason you knew he laughed was because your hands had come across the front of his torso to grip onto him for the ride and you felt the shake of his stomach under his kutte.

He took off immediately, knowing you were ready to go just by your hold on him. EZ wasn’t far behind at all. You pulled up to the same red light they had just been at previously, when Angel looked over his shoulder to talk to you.

“You didn’t eat, right?”

You shook your head to answering knowing your voice would he drowned out by the engine. “You want Jack in the Box?” He was still looking over at you but his head nodded towards the fast food restaurant that was right in front of them. “My treat. To make it up to you or whatever.” His eyes rolled waiting for your answer.

“Alright, yea, I’m fuckin’ starved.” You answered and looked over to EZ to point to the drive through sign to show him where you were headed.

The group of you pulled in and ordered through the drive through since inside was closed, no one ever talks about the awkwardness of ordering drive through on a motorcycle, you had learned new ways to balance things and about compartments that you had no idea existed on the bike. The three of you parked the bikes and walked over to the front of the building. EZ was quick to throw his arm around you, drink in hand as it dangled over your right shoulder.

“Rough night?” A grin grew on his face.

“You’re the worst.” You pushed him off you and made your way over to the front parking space where the cement parking block served as your seat and your laps as your dinner table.

“It ain’t no rescara seafood but I hope you like it.” Angel teased as he brought his drink to his lips.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?” Your head dropped forward in defeat.

“I’m not sure why you decided to go out with Captain America wannabe.” Angel was now devouring into his food and said his last sentence as he had a mouthful of food.

“Yea cause I surround myself with men who are catches.” Sarcasm dripped off uour voice and a frown filled your face as you watched him eat.

EZ perked up waiting for the other shoe to drop, knowing it was seconds before you put two and two together.

“and how the fuck did you kno—“ your head snapped to EZ who was sitting on the same cement block but to your left. “you fuckin’ told him!”

Backfired. EZ quickly raised his hands in surrender. “I said nothing he just paid attention when you told us.” He shrugged.

“You expect me to believe that?” Your frown deepened.

Angel was now sporting the Reyes shit eating grin knowing he had gotten away with his comment.

“Alright, seriously. What was so bad about the date?” Angel asked curiously.

“What you wanna take notes for yourself?” You weren’t backing down off the defense.

“I think he’s being genuine.” EZ spoke up with a shocking display of defense for his brother.

“Sorry.” You apologized quickly to both of them and took a deep breath. “It was just weird. A lot of weird topics of conversation and he wanted to take me back to the Polynesian Lodge.” Angel looked at you confused and before he could ask you responded. “Motel.”

Angel nodded in understanding, finishing off his food and grabbing his drink as he rested his arms on his bent knees.

“Thanks for picking me up, guys.” Your voice softened as you spoke to them. “I owe you.” Your head swiveled to look at both of them.

“Look at this bozo.” Angel said as he nodded towards a man wearing a full 3 piece suit walking out of the convenience store next to the fast food building.

“Oh my god.” You quickly hid your face as best as you could with your hand, not having much of an option as you were sitting in an open and empty lot.

EZ glanced to the man and then to you, putting two and two together. The laugh that left his mouth was impossible to recreate, it was so genuine and loud that it caused the man to look over at the group of you.

“Fuck he lookin’ at?” Angel made a face.

“Its HIM.” You gritted your teeth together and spoke low. You peaked to see him staring at you three.

Angel was quick to change his face, his hand raising to cheers the man with his soda, EZ doing the same but with less enthusiasm and more of a neutral face.

“Have a good night, man.” EZ spoke with a normal voice, it wasn’t what you wished happened but the situation was unique to say the least. But then Angel had to speak up.

“You’ll get ‘em next time, Cap!!”

With that you completely melted into the ground of the parking lot, wishing you could disappear from this stupid little area ofd route 8.

“Next time, I’m walking home.”

#EZ Reyes #Angel Reyes #Reyes Brothers #Mayans MC #Mayansmc #mayans fx #mayansfx #ez reyes x reader #angel reyes x reader #mayans fanfic

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darklydeliciousdesires · 8 months

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Sinfully Delicious - An EZ Reyes/Reader Smut Short.

I was feeling a certain way about EZ all day, so now you can, too! Especially since people say there isn't enough in the way of stories about him out there, yet he remains one of my least reacted with smut subjects?! Anyway, hot filth below, so go enjoy!

Words - 836

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

EZ Reyes. He’s the only man who has ever had such a profound effect upon you, that just looking at him ignites your arousal. You can feel your cunt fluttering with the longing for him, to feel him, your skin craving the heat of his against it.

When you find yourself falling into fantasies, your body responds, just the very thought of him inside you making you wet, your inner walls aching, needing to feel his cock pushing into you deep.

When you finally get him, you almost don’t know how to react, though. With your fantasy right there before you, kisses of scorching heat landing upon your mouth and his hand gliding up your bare leg, your brain goes to static completely.

“Fuck,” he grunts, reaching the drenched fabric of your underwear. “You’re absolutely soaking.” His words are delivered on a hungry grunt, gently biting your lower lip with a groan, his fingertips fighting past the sodden garment to stroke your folds. “God, that feels so good and It’s only my fingers."

His touch glides over your clit, and you buck into his hand, gasping, EZ smiling against your lips. “That feel nice, beautiful? Yeah, is that how you want me to touch you, play with this pretty little clit until you come hard for me, hmm? Or do you need something inside of you?” His words have you mindless, only capable of using sounds, and he knows it, knows he’s winding you tightly. “Maybe I should give you both, huh?”

Pushing you back against the counter he has you sitting upon, he pulls off your undies, lowering his head to your heat, his fingers pushing inside you as his tongue begins to lay licks over your aching bud, his breaths hot and sharp against you. “God, you taste amazing. So fucking sweet.”

It burns golden through you, each lick firming, his fingers rooting deep as your cunt streams over them, his lips wrapping to suck upon you.

“Oh, please don’t stop! Fuck, that feels so good!”

He looks up at you, eyes gleaming. “Finally found your voice, huh? That’s good, cuz’ I’m all set to hear you wail pretty for me, beautiful.” When he sucks on you again, you do, your voice breaking on a cry, the lewd sounds of him feasting on your clit filling the air, peppered by his grunts. The squelch of his fingers pounding into your pussy overtakes the other noises, the erotic orchestra loudening, your nails dug into his thick shoulders as you mewl, your hips shaking violently.

He’s better than you ever could have dreamed of.

“Fuck, I'm so fucking hard, baby. Let me give you my dick, right now. I gotta be in you,” he pants, the desire in his eyes meeting yours as you pull your dress and bra off, EZ shedding the rest of his clothes. A cock of impressive size bobs free of his jeans, the bunched fabric kicked from his ankles along with his white boxers.

“Yeah,” you gasp, reaching for him, steering him to your streaming opening. “I need to have you in me just as badly.” He pushes, and with one fluid thrust, he’s filling you, your cry muted by his mouth, his hands grasping your thighs as you draw your knees up, that hot, veiny hardness inching into you deeper. His eyes fall down, your gaze following, watching at how the liquid silk of your cunt bathes his cock, glossing the dark skin, glinting over each ridge before it vanishes within you again.

“Like how that big dick feels all up in you deep, querida? Fuck, you feel so good.” Once again, he has you rendered mindless, his mouth claiming yours in kisses gilded in honey and embers, his rhythm exquisite, giving you exactly what you need.

He drags your walls slow and hard, sparks scraping, the fill of him mind-melting as you clutch at his muscles, the chiselled bulk of him hotter than you could ever imagine.

Adding speed, he meets your need with keen thrusts, filling you wholly, glimmers shooting through you as his hips rut you with force, mouth moving to kiss a constellation over your neck. He hits you at every angle and depth, so deep you feel as if galaxies are collapsing and igniting again within you, pleasure bursting over your nerves as you cry out ferally.

“Come on, baby,” he pants, tongue swirling with yours, his nails digging into your flesh. “Let me feel this pretty little cunt come around me. Yeah, that’s it. Come all over my dick.”

He fucks you in brutal frenzy, his trailer beginning to shake with the force of it, your nails clawing at his back as frost chills your blood, only for the flames of your undoing to melt it as your orgasm races through you. He twitches, teeth clamping onto your neck, spilling hot and deep within your fluttering walls, his groan all smoke and grit.

How sinfully delicious it is, when fantasy lives up to reality.

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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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Aftermath (Part 2)

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

You can find Part 1 Here

Dedicated to @withmyteeth because I don't know if I ever would've gotten around to finishing and posting a part 2 for this without your encouragement and help creating this chaos. 💖

Warnings: 18+, language, smut

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I already know there's gonna be a part 3. I gotta drag out the mess a little while longer I can't help it.

EZ Reyes Taglist: @thesandbeneathmytoes @rosieposie0624 @noz4a2 @queenbeered @choochoo284 @mijagif @anditsmywholeheart @kelpies-shed @louisianalady @gemini0410 @chibsytelford @yourwonkywriter @buckybarneshairpullingkink @amorestevens @garbinge @enjoy-the-destruction @justreblogginfics @nessamc @winchestershiresauce @artemiseamoon @littlekittymeow @frattsparty @fanfic-n-tabulous @beardburnsupersoldiers @justazzi @solidly-indulgent @danzer8705 (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

Your promise of, “It’s not going to happen again,” lasted about a week. Never again had quickly turned into over and over again. Each time you wound up on EZ’s doorstep, you were expecting it to be the time that he sent you away, but he never did. You thought it’d get old after a while, for him at least, but it didn’t seem like it was.

It was always at his trailer. EZ had yet to set foot inside your apartment since the two of you had picked up your nasty little habit. Any time you knocked on his door, he always let you in without a question or a complaint. A few snarky remarks, sure, but never anything that made it sound like he was going to cut you off. Thank god for that.

At some point you were going to have to find a different distraction. Preferably one that didn’t involve hooking up with your ex’s brother. But this worked too well to be able to hang it up just yet. You didn’t have a single coherent thought about anything when EZ was inside you, let alone any thoughts about his shitty brother and your even shittier breakup.

Even when the light wasn’t on inside you still knocked, and he still answered. You’d always wake up to an empty bed and slink off first thing in the morning without another word about it. By the grace of some sort of higher power you hadn’t run into Angel on your walks of shame. Your luck was surely going to run out at some point, but it hadn’t yet.

You were nose-deep in a book on one of your rare days off when your phone buzzed on the end table next to you. You reached back behind your head without taking your eyes off the page, only diverting your attention to the notification when you reached the bottom of the page you were on. Your brows furrowed in confusion when you saw EZ’s name.

“Busy?”

It only made you more confused. “Why?”

“If you’re free, come over”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. It was the middle of the afternoon. There was only one reason that EZ would go out of his way to ask you to come over, which also wasn’t something that had ever happened. You were always the one who initiated it. But going over to see him in the middle of the day seemed like the two of you would be asking for trouble. Not that you hadn’t been doing that plenty already.

You thought about it for a moment before repeating yourself. “Why?”

“You know why”

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you did so. Letting your head drop back, you stared up at the ceiling as you weighed the pros and cons of your options. Saying it felt like a bad idea would be redundant. Hooking up with EZ at any hour was a bad idea. However, going over in broad daylight seemed to making it worse for no real extra reward. But he was actually extending an invite for once.

Snapping your book shut, you set it aside and got up off the couch. You’d come up with an excuse for showing up at the yard on the drive over. If you saw anyone, but especially if you saw Angel, you were going to cut the cord on the entire endeavor. But maybe you’d get lucky again and no one would be there.

It would’ve taken five seconds to text EZ back that you were getting ready to head over, but you didn’t. Instead, you changed out of your comfy lounge clothes, just swapping them out for a tank top and a pair of cutoffs before grabbing your keys and heading to your car.

The scrapyard was a ghost town when you got there. There might’ve been a couple guys in the clubhouse, but you weren’t going to go and find out for sure. You quickly walked over to EZ’s trailer, stepping onto the first of the tiny steps and knocking on the door. The rattling of the flimsy metal always seemed so loud.

When he pulled the door open, the expression on his face went from serious to smug in no time at all. You saw the tremble of his body as he laughed, opening the door for you. You stepped inside. “Surprised to see me?”

“No,” he replied without hesitation.

Smug motherfucker. You had no retort for it, though. You were the one who showed up. “Where is everyone?” you asked as you nodded towards the tiny window above the sink that looked out over the currently-vacant lot.

“Most of the guys are on a run,” he replied with a shrug.

You nodded. “That explains it.”

You were halfway to coming up with something else smarmy to say when he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Your body had no fight in it anymore when it came to him. The second his skin touched yours, you melted into it. Even though you’d only hooked up a couple times, it felt like he had your entire body memorized.

Your hands came up to cup his face as he continued to kiss you. Your needy whimpers turned into moans when you felt his hands slip past the back of the waistband of your shorts. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, pinning your hips against his in the process. You felt your knees wanting to buckle when you felt how hard he already was.

He didn’t give you much time to think about it as he turned you and walked you the few steps back so that your legs were hitting the side of his mattress. You let him push you down and crawl on top of you so that he was straddling you, his lips quickly landing on the side of your neck, teeth greedily sinking into the soft skin there.

Before you knew it he had you spread out across the mattress, stripped down to your bra and nothing else. He had one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your thigh, fingers gripping your hips in a vice as he pounded into you. You balled your fists into the thin sheets of his bed as you tried to keep your moans as quiet as possible knowing that anyone could walk by the outside of his trailer at any moment.

EZ didn’t seem to share your concern for discretion as he pried one hand off your hip and brought it between your legs, his thumb brushing against your clit instantly causing you to writhe against him. Every move and sound you made only caused the smug look on his face to intensify.

You hadn’t been paying much mind to the noise of the scrapyard until you heard the sound of voices. It was a mild distraction, a tiny crack in the false reality you found yourself in every time you were inside EZ’s trailer, every time EZ was inside you. It would’ve been something you were able to push from your mind in a matter of seconds if you hadn’t heard Angel’s voice amongst them. You froze, your body instantly locking up as your eyes widened.

“EZ!” Your whisper was loud, harsh as you tried to move away from him.

“What?” He was good at pretending to be clueless as to why you were so annoyed, but you knew that he wasn’t that stupid.

“You said the guys were on a run!” You were still fighting against the tight grip he had on your hip, one hand now tightly gripping your thigh to make it even harder for you to move.

“I said most of the guys were,” he retorted with a smirk.

“And you didn’t think to mention that Angel wasn’t one of those guys?”

“Why does it matter?” He slowly started to move his hips again. “It’s not like he’s gonna—”

As if your life wasn’t already an infuriating comedy of errors, there was a loud banging against the door of EZ’s trailer. “Yo! Boy Scout!” Angel hollered from the other side. “Guys are almost back. Templo in thirty!”

EZ’s eyes were locked on yours, like he didn’t have a single care in the world as he answered. “Alright!” He turned his head, kissing the side of your calf before carrying on the conversation from opposite sides of the door. “All good?”

Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull, hating the feeling that he was trying to get the two of you caught. You pulled your leg back so that your foot planted against his chest, trying to use whatever leverage you could get to kick him away from you. He wasn’t budging, though, easily thwarting your efforts with a quiet laugh as Angel answered cluelessly from outside.

“I don’t know. Guess we’ll fuckin’ find out.”

You were holding your breath, feeling like you were about to crawl out of your skin. You waited for the door to swing open, for the chaos to ensue, but it didn’t. Neither of you could actually hear Angel walking away, but the fact that he didn’t say anything else led you both to believe that he had headed for the clubhouse.

EZ finally let your leg drop, moving so that he was hovering over you and caging you in with his arms as he did. “Guess we got thirty minutes.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to push him off of you, a mostly half-hearted effort. “No, you’ve got about thirty seconds to get off of me before I—”

“What?” he asked as he reached and lazily adjusted your legs so that they were hooked around his waist.

“What if he walked in?!”

“He didn’t.”

You sputtered out the first half of a few different words, not able to actually string anything together. “Get off me. Get,” you pushed against his chest with both palms, “get out of me.”

You hated that you were fighting the urge to laugh at the fact that it was a sentence that you were even saying. EZ didn’t try to hide his amusement, though, the grin on his face growing as he did the exact opposite of what you’d asked, pushing himself into you until his hips met yours. He felt the way your nails set into his chest, the staggered breath you took, and he knew that you weren’t going to be leaving before the thirty minutes was up.

You were shimmying back into your shorts when you heard the sound of motorcycle engines. If nothing else, EZ was methodical and could time it just about down to the damn minute. He was pulling his t-shirt back down over his head, covering up the scratches you left behind on his chest. Your eyes were glued to him as you pulled on your shoes, watching the way he shrugged on his kutte.

Despite everything that had happened, how cocky and reckless he was being, you were already thinking about coming back again.

When he turned and looked at you, the look in his eyes let you know that he knew exactly what you were thinking. He at least let you save a little face, didn’t comment on it directly. The roar of the engines stopped, and EZ made his way for the trailer door.

“Give it five and you should be good,” he said casually, like he hadn’t just put your body and brain through the goddamn wringer.

“Got it,” you said with a nod.

You shook your head at him when he shot you another grin before going down the steps and exiting the trailer. He shut the door tightly behind him, and within moments you heard him getting wrapped up in conversation with the men who had just gotten back from the run. You weren’t really listening to what they were saying, more just how they sounded, how EZ sounded. With the way he was talking he might as well have just been lounging all afternoon waiting for them to get back. But, the bruises you could feel coming in on your hips were stark evidence against that.

Once it had been silent for a couple minutes, you crept out of the trailer. You left the yard, making your way back to your car on shaky legs. When you got back to your car, you collapsed into the driver’s seat. Pulling your phone out, you went to send a message to EZ. You didn’t even know what you really wanted to say—part of you felt like you should just quit while you were ahead, before Angel actually did walk in on the two of you. But it felt too good to want to stop.

You almost texted Angel, too. Not about EZ, of course. You had the overwhelming urge, though, to send him something scathing and completely unnecessary if not a little deserved after how he’d treated you. Maybe some of EZ’s cockiness was rubbing off on you. Shaking your head at yourself, you wound up doing neither before tossing your phone into the cupholder of your car and heading home, deciding to keep up the game of Reyes Russian Roulette for a little while longer.

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 3 months

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Your Biker in Worn Leather Part 2

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 396

Summary: You finally tell EZ who’s responsible for your current appearance.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I have no idea if the Burning Souls are a real MC, it’s just a made up name for this fic. If they are real, this is in no way, shape, or form related to them and for entertainment purposes only.

Part 1

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EZ’s voice rang in your ears. Who did this to you? You knew the man Ezekiel would become once you told him the name. That version of EZ was terrifying to you despite his lividness never being aimed at you but others instead.

“Baby, who was it?” The biker asked once again in a softer tone, concerned filled eyes never leaving your face.

You swallowed hard. “Burning Souls.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look into EZ’s eyes. The fire that resided there was frightening and anyone in their right mind would run for the hills when met with the intense anger that bubbled up in the Mayan.

The Burning Souls were relatively new to the scene, being made up by men discharged from various branches of the armed forces and former police officers. They used all their skills, experience, and resources to their advantage to strike fear into anyone and everyone who crossed their path. What was their motivation? Their goal? Easy. To destroy all MCs in the state of California. To cause chaos, destruction, havoc and if people died in the process, that made it even better.

The Burning Souls had been scoping out the Mayans for a few weeks now. They had watched each Mayan through town and ultimately followed them to the clubhouse’s run down walled gate.

When the Burning Souls first saw you they didn’t think much of you, thinking you were just a club hang around and only there for fun and sex. That opinion of you was proven wrong when they kept seeing you with the Mayans’ Vice President, Ezekiel Reyes. The hugs and kisses exchanged between you and EZ told the story of love. Now the Burning Souls had what they needed — a weakness. A weakness to the VP. It was as close to the top as they were going to get since Obispo Losa showed no interest in love or affection but rather just sex. With no ammo to use on the Mayans’ President, the VP was next in line.

As soon as the MC’s name left your lips, EZ’s jaw tightened, fists clenched, his anger rose and rose with each passing second.

No one harms, much less touches his girl. Most importantly, no one lives to tell the tale.

Ezekiel Reyes was about to start a war ten times worse than the entire world has ever seen.

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nattinatalia · 10 months

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Jack Harlow x Reader : MIA HARLOW DAY

Today was an eventful day for your family but especially for your husband. Today Jack was being honored with his Hometown Hero banner and it officially became “JACKMAN DAY”.

You couldn’t be more proud of him, you had to hold back your tears while he gave his speech and while he gave you a little shoutout.

Your daughter understood somewhat of what was going on therefore she had questions and she wanted the answers immediately.

Maggie had set up a little private dinner to celebrate today’s accomplishment. Everyone was around so that gave Mia the best opportunity to ask, no, demand some few things.

“Daddy, mommy.” Mia says, standing on her chair.

Jack reaches out for her, “Mia, you’ll fall baby.”

“Hold the chair then daddy.” She says, rolling her eyes. Everyone can’t help but chuckle at her little sassiness.

“Why sissy always bossy?”

You look at your son that you had sitting on your lap and smile “She’s just very passionate about making her point across baby.”

“ANYWAY.” Mia starts again. “Since today is officially Daddy’s day. I want Mia's day.”

“It not daddy day, it Jackman Day.”

“I know that Cheesy, I meant ugh, whatever.” She pushes her hair back. “I want a day of golfing and playing and swimming.”

Jack and you share a look. “Don’t you do that every other day bug?”

“Yes, but I want it every-what’s today?”

You chuckle “May third baby.”

“Okay, I want it the day after daddy's day.”

“Ohh, so you want this as a yearly thing?” Maggie asks her. “Like national ice cream day, but it’ll be, National Mia’s day?”

Mia nods excitedly “Yes grandma, you got it.”

“Whatever my daughter wants, she gets.” Jack tells her, motioning her to sit down properly.

She takes a sip of her water and hums, “But wait, it has to be official daddy.”

“What do you mean baby?”

“Well you had this big ce-celermon- how do you say it?” She scratched her chin.

“Ceremony.”

Mia nods “Yeah that, I want that and daddy you have to sign papers.” She grabs her little purse that was hanging on her chair and pulls out a white paper that has scribbles all around and hands it to Jack.

“What’s this?” He asks her.

“It’s to make it official.” She points to a line. “Just sign there.”

Jack is scratching his beard, puts on his eye glasses and pretends to read the paper thoroughly. “Hmm.”

Mia groans, rolling her eyes, “Jackman, just sign the paper.”

Everyone laughs but Jack gasps and stares at her. “Young lady, I’m reading to see if you’re trying to scam me.” He signs the paper and hands it to her. “I’m not Jackman to you, I’m your father.”

Mia giggles, looking at the paper then stares at Jack. “Sorry daddy.”

“So May fourth is officially national Mia’s day?” Clays asks her.

Mia nods, “Yes.”

Ezequiel sits up straighter on your lap. “I want a me day.”

You can’t help but chuckle “You got it my sweet boy.”

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leiawritesstories · 11 months

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little princess

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EZRA!!!!!! @rowanaelinn you are such an incredibly talented writer and wonderful friend and i'm so glad we share this crazy fandom space <3 here's some fluffs for you❤️❤️

word count: 827

warnings: none, i swear

Enjoy!

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Eleven hours.

He’d been pacing outside that door for eleven godsdamned hours. A track showed in the carpet. The outrageously expensive rug Aelin had carefully selected and imported from Eyllwe.

“Aelin’s going to castrate you for that, you know.”

Rowan whirled at the voice, finding Lorcan casually standing at the end of the hall, observing his brother warrior with arched brow.

“For the track?” He shrugged. “Either of us can fix it with a flick of a finger. What she doesn’t know won’t bother her.”

“You forget that she’s in no condition to forgi—”

“I know what godsdamned condition my mate is in, thank you, and if you came here to snark at me, you can shove it up your a—” His sentence cut off abruptly as Lorcan called up whatever godsdamned power he controlled and whisked the two of them out to the training yard.

“You prick! I’m supposed to be there!”

“You’re supposed to NOT be adding worry to your mate’s labor, dammit! And pacing your big ugly boots into her expensive carpeting isn’t the way to do that. Besides, I’m willing to bet you were practically screaming your worry down the bond, which really does absolutely nothing good.”

“At least I have big boots,” smirked Rowan, glancing pointedly down at Lorcan’s everyday shoes.

Lorcan’s face split into a positively feral smirk. “Five hundred years and you still can’t accept that my sword has always been broader."

Whatever few remaining threads Rowan had tying his self-control together snapped. And he launched himself at his brother with a growl of pure Doranellian rage. Lorcan smirked, dodged his barreling attack, and kicked the back of his knee. Rowan grunted, catching himself before he could fall, turned, and let his fists fly. Lorcan met him blow for blow, jab for jab, that infuriating smirk of his never fading. Through the mire of stress and worry clouding his mind, Rowan realized that Lorcan was giving him what he needed: an outlet for everything overloading his brain.

Thank me later, brother, the dark-haired male's vicious grin said.

Rowan grunted. So damn full of yourself whenever you think you did something useful. He brought his flagging defenses back up and landed a punishing hit to Lorcan’s stomach. The older male grunted, backhanded him, and kicked his legs out from under him. Swearing viciously, Rowan hit the dirt of the training ring with a thud. Lorcan tackled him, promptly rolled him over, and put him in a headlock. Pinned, he slapped the ground three times, yielding, a significant chunk of his stress gone.

“Who would have known that getting your ass kicked would help you not to worry about your lovely, strong mate?” Lorcan inquired.

“Says the one who knocked Elide up first.”

“Quite. And look how well that turned out.”

Rowan snorted a laugh. “Cal likes me best.”

Lorcan rolled his eyes. "You're just saying that because he hasn't shit his diaper all over you or spit up all over your clean fucking clothes."

"Ah, the perils of fatherhood."

Lorcan swatted him. "We'll see who's joking when--" Elide appeared from an upstairs window and motioned with her hand. Instantly, the two males were on their feet again, racing for the doors.

“Whitethorn?” Concern creased Lorcan's normally scowling face.

“What.” Nerves and anxiety nearly overpowered Rowan's better judgment; he really hadn't meant to snap at Lorcan like that.

“Gods above, calm down.”

“I am calm!”

“In that case, it’s time to go home. Aelin and your baby are—” Rowan was gone before Lorcan finished his sentence. Lorcan rolled his eyes and followed him into the manor.

Back in the queen and king's hallway, Rowan paused before the door leading into Aelin’s room. The sharp medicinal smells from earlier were gone. His wife’s scent still hinted at pain, but also…joy. Such unending joy. He lifted his hand to knock, but the door swung open before he could. Standing there, grinning, were Elide and Lysandra.

“Ready to meet your little princess?”

Rowan gulped, fighting back unexpected tears. Princess.

Yes, you big oaf, a daughter. Aelin’s voice. Exhausted, but not lacking that wry humor of hers.

Rowan crossed the room to his mate and the bundle of blankets in her arms. His daughter. Their daughter. Asleep, he couldn’t tell her eye color, but the little one's face—it was a tiny, perfect mirror of Aelin's own. He slumped onto the bed beside her, overcome with awe and fear and a hundred other emotions.

“May I...hold her?” His words were thick with unshed tears. Aelin smiled softly, tiredly, and placed their baby girl in his arms. Rowan looked down into the face of his daughter. And cried, overcome with the emotions of holding the baby he never dreamed of having. The first of many, he hoped. When his eyes cleared, he sniffled and looked to his mate.

“What are we naming her?”

Aelin's exhausted face lifted with quiet joy. "Alanna Evalin Whitethorn Galathynius."

Utterly perfect.

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ravennaortiz · 3 months

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Hello darling I’m back again for some more smut with EZ cause I can’t get enough of that beautiful man.

Can we do prompts: 12, 21 & 39

Please and thank you! Love you❤️

Welcome back Love!!!!!! Some smut with the handsome EZ? Why of course I can do that for ya! Loves ya too! Come back for more anytime! As always 18+! Now lets get to the magic!

Lets see Prompts

12. Do you wanna come in?

21. Like what you see?

39. (blank) is yourdad/brother? Why didn't you tell me?

Fun Night, Terrible Morning

"Do you wanna come in?" you asked as you opened the door and looking over you shoulder at EZ. He seemed surprised but nodded as he followed you in. "Make yourself comfortable. Want a drink?" you stated as you locked the door and gestured to your couch. "I'll take a beer" replied EZ as he kicked his boots off and hung his leather by the door where you had put your jacket. Moving to your couch he settled in and couldn't help the grin as he heard you humming to yourself as you made your way to the kitchen.

The two of you had been on a handful of dates over the last couple of weeks and he was feeling confident that you might actually be the one. "Here ya go" you replied a couple minutes later as you handed him a beer and set yours on the table. "Mind if I go change into something more comfy?" you inquired with a smile as you stood in front of him. "Not at all" replied EZ as he smiled up at you. "Be right back" you replied before walking down the hall to he assumed your bedroom.

A few minutes later EZ heard you call for him. "Everything okay?" he asked as he tapped on your half opened door. "Yeah" you called with a giggle. Confused EZ pushed the door open and the sight of you splayed out on your bed, hands roaming your body left him speechless. "Like what you see?" you inquired innocently as you let the tips of your fingers dip just slightly into your wet core. EZ simply nodded as his eyes followed your fingers as you moved them to your mouth licking them like a lollipop. "You should come get a taste" you purred as you watched EZ lick his lips.

Within seconds EZ had shed his clothes and pulled you to the edge of his bed as he latched his mouth onto your wet core." God damn" he moaned into you as he closed his eyes relishing in the intoxicating taste of you. You let out a sharp breath when his teeth grazed your clit. "EZ" you moaned as you clamped your thighs around his head as he latched onto it sucking gently.

When he added two fingers and started pressing into that soft sweet spot your body spasmed as he tipped you over the edge into a heavenly bliss. EZ moaned into you as your sweet nectar flooded his mouth. Ez pulled two more earth shattering orgasms out of you before he finally pulled away panting.

Once you had regained your ability to move some you rolled over onto your stomach and raised your hips up off the bed. "I need you in me" you whimpered as you looked over your shoulder at him. Without hesitation Ez was sliding his stiff cock fully into you making you cry out his name. Ez groaned as he gripped your hips tightly and started slamming into you. He knew he wouldn't last long this time as your walls gripped him. "Feel so good wrapped around me " he moaned as he felt you clench around him as you let out an a string of fucks as he tipped your over stimulated body over the edge. Your eyes rolled back and you gripped the sheets tightly in your fist as you came around his cock milking his own release deep into you.

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Next morning

You were startled awake by your bedroom door slamming shut. Yanking the sheets around your still naked body you saw Ez pressed against the door with a look of panic. "What's wrong?" you asked as you looked at him. Is Coco Cruz is your brother?" demanded Ez. You sighed before answering. "Yeah. I'm guessing he let himself in huh" you answered as you stated. "Don't worry he is harmless" you added trying to reassure EZ. EZ stared at you like you had grown a second head before replying. "Why would you not tell me your brother is also a Mayan? Also, no he is not harmless. He has his gun and a knife on you coffee table and asked which one I would prefer my dick to be removed with. " replied EZ his voice rising slightly in panic. "Oh. I'll go explain" you replied as you got put of bed and started looking for your clothes. "You will be fine" you added as you kissed his cheek before stepping out of the room.

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deluluduck227 · 10 months

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El Ayla | Ez.Abde

Warnings: none, the tiny tiniest sex mention

It was summer already, Abdessamad wasn't summoned to the national team, indeed he was called out to play with the olympic football team and the tournament was set to begin in the late ten days of june. So it meant you guys were going to visit morocco. Abde was so thrilled to see his family since it has been an eternity since the last time he did, and so were you. It wasn't the first time you visited Beni Mellal, your husband's hometown, a beautiful and small city.

You were stretching you arms since you spent what felt like eternity in the car, the road's duration from Casablanca, where your plan landed, to Beni Mellal was 4 hours,so obviously you both grew tired, especially him cause he was driving. Abde told his mother that you guys will visit soon but he didn't specify when so it was like a surprise. You felt the hot breeze of the city against your body, agitating your long hair. Abdessamad's arm was now wrapped aroud your waist to draw your attention to him since you zoned out, your eyes wandered aroud his features but you didn't get the best view since it was dark.

" Let's go " He whispered in your ear, clearly excited, the thing that made you smile at his cuteness, you nodded as you made your way through the gate of the mini villa reaching the door. He exhaled, you sensed he was a little nervous so you held his hand, giving him a reassuring nod as he raised his hand to knock the door. Silenced ruled the atmosphere, you both heard footsteps coming closers, the door flicked open and revieled abde's mom. She was chocked at the unexpected visitors and before she could register, her son already threw himself at her, squeezing in a thight hug and kissing her head occasionally. You smile, your heart brusting with happiness at the sight before as you felt tears prickle in your eyes. Abde's mom engulfed you in a tight hold, kissing your temple and you let your tears flow, you felt warm, you felt home even tho it's not but wherever abde is it felt home. She then separated the hug, cupped your face in her palms smiling brightly.

" Masha'allah a bnti, ghzala " you smiled at her comment. " Come on inside, you must be tired"

" I'll grab the luggage quickly and join you " Abdessamad conceded and you both nodded and launched towards the living room, it was so traditional, a mix of off white and golden. You sat on the 'sdari' as she kept asking you about you, how your family doing and abde joined along with his father, you got up and kissed his hand of of respect as he gave you a side hug, you considered as your father. You guys kept chatting, doing the catch up and occasionally laughing. You felt your eyelids heavy as ever and you yawned, drawing your mother-in-law's attention.

" Bnti! You must be tired, go to sleep. Abdessamad, take your wife to your room. It's all clean, you just grab covers from the drawers." She exclaimed, rubbing your forearm gently as you nodded. You got up to follow abde who grabbed the luggage and mumbled a good night to them.

Abde's room was quite big with the king size bed that was centered. You hurried, oppening the windows to aerate the room since it was suffocated. You felt abde's arms snuck around your waist, his chin upon your shoulder, planting soft kisses on your neck. You leaned at his touch, enjoying the peaceful yet loud moment. You turned aroud so now you were facing him, wrapped your arms around his neck and they hugged long enough to hear each other's breathing. After a while, you separated the embrace earning a whine from him which made giggle.

" You ruined my parade" He accused childishly.

" Awa3di yana, I'm not going anywhere babe. Just wanted to change my clothes i'm exhausted. And you should do the same" You suggested, already openning your suitcase and grabbed a random sleepwear, doing the same for Abde who just smiled at how thoughtful you were, small gestures mean a lot for him.

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The sun poured through the window causing you to wake up, you oppened your eyes to the unfamiliar ceiling then you switched your gaze from the roof to the warm bundle that was snuggled against your beating chest, his legs were caging yours, the same for his arms. He was a real Koala! And you weren't complaining. You tried getting up without waking up Abdessamad but you failed cause he jolted awake. You pitied him as he looked so tired so you patted his lower back gently and whispering " Just comeback to sleep babe." he hummed as response.

After doing your morning routine, you joined abde's mom in the kitchen, she was busy preparing el msemen, its scent was in the next level, it was the scent of a moroccan morning.

"Sbah lkhir Khalti" you greeted softly, kissing her forehead. She smiled at you first but she suddenly frowned which made you confused.

"Uh Oh, you calling me khalti! I'm disappointed ! you should call me Mama." She protested sweetly, making you smile. You nodded your head " Wakha a yma"

You offered to help her but she completly refused so you just sat in the lauchroom, sipping at your moroccan mint tea and chitchating with your mother-in-law who was beyond happy for your presence. You knew Abdessamad wouldn't wake up any time sooner.

"We have a long day awaiting for us." She exclaimed while the two of you were eating, Abde's father had some errand to run. She smiled after seeing your muddled features, then she continued

" We'll go to the Hammam near. " You could help but jolt from excitement, it has been an eternity since you went there, surely you exfoliate weekly in Spain but it isn't anywhere near The traditionnal Hammam. After you finished your breakfast, you insisted on washing the dishes and you made your way back to the bedroom, entering as quiet as you can so you'll not wake up your sleeping princess, you packed what you'll need and skipped quietly.

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You were currently in your father-in-law's car, making your way back home after the never-ending hammam session. You felt like dying, the heat was too much for you to handle, your shoulders were sore from the exofoliating but nevertheless you felt fresh. You made your way to the house, meeting abde who was laying down in the living room and scrolling through his phone.As soon as he acknowledged your oresence he droped the phone and made his way towards you, the smile creeping to his face when he noticed your state. Your cheeks were rosy, it is ’serr dyal lhammam’, your hair was hidden under the 'zif Hayati', you were wearing an simple navy blue Caftan. His eyes traveled aroud your apparence and he loved what he was seeing. He came closer and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead, his hand between your shoulder and you couldn't feel more appreciated.

"Bseha ya omri" you smiled at his whisper but you made some distance between the two of you when you heard footsteps approaching. Abde giggled at you as you smiled sheepishly, you left the scene , heading to your room to put your things away and the next destination was the kitchen cause you thought some mint tea would be cool to serve at the moment, plus it would freshen you up. A while after, you were heading to the living room, holding a silver tray full of teapotand its glass cups.

" Lah irdi 3lik ya bnti, you shouldn't have done that you're my guest"

" Rbi ikhlik lili a yma, it's not a big deal!" You smiled as you started serving the tea, then you sat next to your husband who was beaming proudly.

" Abdessamad, Wallah if i ever found out you're giving here a hard time I'll disown you." your mother-in-law spoke firmly, subsequently she started giggling when she saw her son's offended featues, then she switched her her gaze to you and resumed " If anything happens you just call me and you'll see" you nodded firmly, looking at abde from the corner of your eyes who scoffed.

Your parents in law started chatting when your husband took it as an occasion. He leaned closer to you, fingers flicking at your earring.

"Babe you're driving me nuts. I missed you." You knew exaclty what he meant but you just decided to pull your dumb card, since his parents were literally in front of you.

" How can you miss me when i'm sitting next to you babe?" you responded, and had some troubles holding your laugh at his face.

" I missed you in bed !" he decided to play along, thinking he won.

" I literally slept next to you, you were clinging at me like a koala !" He shook his head, laughing unbelievably. The chitchat was enthusiastic, the hushed town added the fun. It's like you guys disconnected from your surrounding, forgot there's two ppl in front of you.

" I missed fuck-" you didn't let him complete his obscene sentence as you pinched his thigh. " Awa3di ana hchouma, Basl !" he gave a sheepish look and you knew he wouldn't stop anytime sooner so you escaped to the kitchen claiming you'll cook lunch.

This was requested! As you may noticed, i used the chamali slang, mine since i lived there my whole life so deal with+ plus i think it's cute <3

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Drunk Dialling

A/N: I have heard the song Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan so much on Tik Tok lately. Everytime I hear it I picture Ez, so of course I had to make a story about it.

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~~ Flashback ~~

"Swear Ez, it's always the same with you!" She screamed at me, continuing to throw her clothes in a suitcase.

"Mi amour, please we can talk about this!" I said taking ahold of her wrist in attempt to stop her from packing.

"No! It's always the same with you! Club this, Angel that! When is it gonna be me?" She said pulling her wrist from my grasp. I stood there speechless, unsure of what to say. With a sigh, she threw the last of her clothes into the suitcase and zipped it up. "That's what I thought, goodbye Ezekiel." And with that, she picked up the suitcase and walked out the door.

I stayed there and watched her walk out, hoping I would wake up from this nightmare.

~~ End of flashback ~~

It was a regular Friday night at the club, we had been throwing another party. I was sitting at the bar alone, sipping on my fourth or fifth beer of the night when Angel approached me.

"When are you gonna stop sulking little bro? It's been a year, it's time to let her go." With a scoff, I picked up my beer and chugged the rest of it. Signalling the prospect to bring me another as Angel let out a sigh.

"I'm not sulking, I'm just not in a party kind of mood." I said simply.

"You're never in the mood for anything anymore. When are you gonna go back to being your old self again?" I scoffed back at him before taking my beer off the bar and making my way through the crowd. Hearing angel call my name, I ignored it and continued out through the door.

When I got outside, I took a seat on top of the stairs before chugging the rest of my beer and throwing away the empty bottle, the sound of glass shattering in the distance. I pulled my phone out of my jeans and began scrolling through my camera roll and looking at all the pictures of her and I.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the door open and Angel come out.

"You wanna talk about it?" He said, taking the seat beside me on the steps. With a sigh, I slip my phone back into my pocket.

"I miss her." Staring straight ahead, I could feel Angel's eyes on me.

"I know you do, but you can't beat yourself up over it. It's been a year, it's time to move on! Fuck some other bitches and forget her!" I felt anger begin to boil up inside as I stood up and made my down the steps.

"You don't get it!" I snapped. With a sigh, Angel stood up and made his way down the steps and in front of me.

"What don't I get Ez? Huh?!" He snapped back poking at my chest. "It's been a year Ez, she's not coming back! You made your choice, it was her or the club and I know it hurts but you gotta let her fucking go. Ever since she left, all you've been doing is drowning your sorrows in a goddamn bottle instead of moving on!" Anger ran through my veins as I pushed against Angel.

"I can't! Why can't you get that?!" I screamed back at him. "It's not that fucking easy, I love her! Not a goddamn day goes by that I don't see her face, I look for her everywhere I go! I didn't even try to stop her." I felt tears begin forming in my eyes, "I jus- I just let her go, I let her walk out." Angel stared at me in silence. "Why did I let her go?"

"Come on, let's go back inside and forget this." I shook my head before walking past him and over to the steps.

"You go on without me." I said taking a seat. "I'll be in later." Without taking another look at Angel, I heard him let out a sigh before making his way up the steps and back into the club.

As the door closed shut, I pulled out my phone and went into my contacts. Hauling up her contact, I hovered my finger over her number, contemplating on making that call.

Letting the alcohol speak for me, I pressed down on the screen before pulling the phone up to my ear and hearing it ring.

ring... ring... ring... "Hey you reached (Y/N), leave a message and I'll call you back!"

"... Uh, hey... It's Ez... I just wanted to say... I miss you." And with that I hung up the phone. I rubbed my hand over my face, wondering if I was making a mistake leaving her a voicemail. Would she even listen to it? Or would she delete it and pretend I never called?

A million thought swirled around my head as I sat on the steps, the feeling of little wet droplets falling on my skin tore me away from my thoughts.

I let out a sigh, standing up and getting ready to head back into the club when I felt a vibration in my pocket.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)" Flashed across my screen. I slid my finger across the screen, answering the call and placing it against my ear.

"Ez... I miss you too..."

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