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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Take A Little Ride

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request from @bishopslosawife: What if one of the Mayans’ S/O was an NFR professional barrel rider from the south? Like S/O plans a trail ride for everyone to get them to relax and someone recognizes her and asks her to show off her moves? Maybe S/O has a horse boarding at the stable?

Warnings: language

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: (Sorry if this is the second time you’re seeing this fic! I’ve had some issues with posts disappearing from my blog and the tags and I’m trying to get everything back on track haha.) I know we talked about this fic forever ago, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since lol. We threw around a lot of ideas and I tried to fit as many into this fic as possible without it feeling cluttered. Also, I know this is technically an Angel fic, but we get to see a lot of our boys in this story. Hope you enjoy! xo

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“Oh come on,” you pleaded as you sat in Angel’s lap, “It would be so fun!”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Yea, for you maybe. I’d have no fuckin’ clue what to do.”

“It’s really not that hard,” you reassured him.

EZ sat down across from the two of you, “What is Angel fighting you about now?” he smirked.

You laughed, “I was saying that we should go for a trail ride sometime soon—all of us. It’s such a good way to unwind.”

“What’s the issue then?” he was clearly confused.

“She means a horseback trail ride, Boy Scout,” Angel piped in with a shake of his head before returning his gaze to you, “Anyone besides you and Taza even know how to ride?”

You paused, trying to think back on your conversations with everyone. Truthfully, now that he said it out loud, you couldn’t say for certain if any of the guys knew how to ride. You didn’t want to cop to that, but you weren’t a good liar, “I have no idea,” you chuckled, “I mean for some reason I wanna say that at one point Riz said something to me about it but I’m not sure. You guys could learn, though! It’s not like we’d be competing or anything, just a nice mellow trip. Like a hike! Besides, it’d be good for you boys to learn something new.”

“Y/N,” Angel started, “I’m not gonna fu—”

EZ cut him off, “I’m game,” he was genuinely interested, but he also loved being a little bit of an instigator when it came to things like this between you and Angel.

Your eyes lit up, “Yea?”

“Bro,” Angel shook his head, “What the fuck?”

“Put it to a vote!” you said excitedly, “That’s what y’all do, right?”

EZ laughed, nodding, “Yea, that’s exactly what we do.”

“What, we gonna go to Templo for this?” it was getting more and more difficult for Angel to keep a straight face.

“We’ll do it right here,” you leaned forward and grabbed your empty beer bottle off the table, rapping it on the wooden surface a few times to get everyone’s attention, “Hey! Boys! I have an offer for ya.”

If Angel had the ability to melt into the couch cushions, he would’ve. The guys could see the look on his face and it only made them more interested in what you were going to say. EZ was sitting back with a smug grin, extremely invested in where this was all going to go.

“What’s the offer?” Taza asked with a soft smile.

“So,” you got up off Angel’s lap, “I know y’all have had a rough couple of weeks. And I think it’d be good for everyone to get out and unwind,” they were all nodding along in agreement so far, “I just so happen to know of a really great ranch about forty minutes North of here. What would you guys say to a day trip and a trail ride? Switch things up a little.”

Taza’s response was immediate, “Sounds good to me.”

You could see the apprehension on some of their faces, so you tried to reassure them, “If you don’t know how to ride, they give you a rundown of the basics. Plus, the horses that they have there are all push-button—absolute gems.”

“How do you know about this place?” Bishop couldn’t help but to ask.

“I’ve been boarding my horse there since I moved to Cali,” you paused, “So, what d’you say?”

Sure enough, everyone started to speak up in agreement. You had never felt so excited. You looked back at Angel, who was shaking his head trying not to crack a smile. He had a feeling it was going to go this way.

“Majority vote,” Bishop said with a laugh, “It passes.”

“Yay!” you clapped, “Alright, I’ll call and get it all set up for this week. It’s gonna be so much fun, trust me.”

As the week passed by, Angel and a few of the other guys asked you questions about just what exactly they had gotten themselves into. They all knew that you rode, but they never thought it would have any crossover with their lives.

You all met up at the clubhouse late Saturday morning. You had your jeans and boots on, along with a tank top. You’d packed a backpack with water bottles and a few snacks, as well as your riding helmet. There was a palpable sense of excitement in the air, along with nervousness.

“You guys might not wanna take the bikes,” you warned with a laugh, “Your legs might be a little sore afterwards.”

They all stood and thought about it for a moment before deciding to take your word for it. They split up and piled into the few trucks they had, allowing you to lead the way since none of them knew where you were going. It was one of the very few times that Angel ever rode shotgun and let you take the wheel. You’d seen EZ crack a smile as his brother begrudgingly handed you the keys.

You rolled into your parking spot at the ranch, instantly jumping out of the truck once it was in park. The rest of the guys weren’t far behind, their vehicles falling into line with yours. You waited for them all and then waved for them to follow you as you confidently strode across the grounds to the barns. A few of the other people there smiled and waved to you, recognizing you from your frequent trips there.

The man who ran the ranch came out of one of the barns, arms out wide as he approached you, “Y/N, so good to see you,” he gave you a hug, “I was excited when they told me about your call.”

“Who’s this fuckin’ guy?” Angel murmured to EZ under his breath, elbowing him when he saw his brother trying to bite back a laugh.

You hadn’t heard the exchange, but you turned around to introduce everyone regardless, “Boys, this is Matthew—owner of this fine establishment and also one of the first people to help me settle in when I moved here to California. Matthew, this is my crew,” you laughed, “Best group of troublemakers you’ll ever meet.”

He laughed, nodding in acknowledgment, “Gentlemen, it’s a pleasure. I’m here to help and get you guys up and running, but you’re in good hands with Y/N here. She knows the trails out here like the back of her hand.”

“Well,” you chuckled, “I wasn’t gonna say it, but he’s totally right,” you clapped, “Let’s get you boys all saddled up and ready to go!”

It was refreshing to see them a little out of their element, with the exception of Taza, and surprisingly enough Coco seemed rather comfortable in the barn. You didn’t comment on it, wanting to see just how much he knew. But so far he had gotten all his tack on without much of an issue, and he seemed really comfortable with the horse they had provided for him.

You went back and forth with the guys about wearing helmets. Angel was adamant that he would be fine without one, “You’re not even gonna wear one! Or Taza!”

You laughed, “And when you’ve clocked as many hours as we have, you won’t have to wear one either. But for now, you’re gonna have to. Deal with it.”

“Yea,” EZ chuckled as he clipped his on, “Gotta save all the braincells that you can.”

“Shut up,” Angel shoved him as they both broke down in laughter.

Your horse was waiting patiently in her stall, all tacked up and ready to go. You were thankful that she was so mellow and patient, because you didn’t have to worry about her while you got everyone else situated. Up until that point, you had never realized just how diverse the ranch was when it came to breeds of horses. Most of them were rescues in some capacity, bought at auction when they weren’t competition or breeding material anymore, but they still made great companions, especially for beginners.

The fact that Taza let the boys struggle on their own a bit wasn’t lost on you. He was already perched atop his horse, waiting for the rest of them to get their acts together. You were certain that it was the most entertained that he had been in a while—you could see it in his eyes. To make up for the lack of Taza’s guidance, you were running around helping however you could.

“C’mon,” Coco taunted as he hoisted himself up onto his horse with ease, “What’s takin’ you guys so long?”

“Since when do you know anything about horses?” Angel said with a hint of bitterness to his voice.

“Psh, you don’t know everything about me, ‘mano. Don’t worry about it.”

Once everyone was on and ready to go, you finally went back to bring your own horse out. She was waiting patiently as ever in her stall. You slid the door open and stepped inside, gently resting your forehead against hers. It was exciting to be able to share this part of your life with all of them, even if it was going to be a little extra chaotic the first time around. You hoped, though, that they would enjoy it enough to want to come back and do it again. You thought that it would be good for them, because it certainly was for you.

You led your horse out of the barn, not that you really needed to be holding onto her reins anyway—she’d follow you wherever you went almost without question. You had her stop so you could slip your foot into your stirrup and hoist yourself onto her. The guys looked on in slight awe, not able to believe that it was so easy for someone of your height to climb up that easily onto a horse that was so tall.

Once you were situated in your stirrups and adjusted your backpack, you turned and looked around at your crew with a wide smile on your face, “Everyone feel like they sorta know what they’re doing? Matthew give you an overview of the basics?” there were various mumbled of agreement as they nodded their heads and you had to laugh, “You’ll be fine. Just remember, gentle on the reins—it’s attached to their mouths. Squeeze with your legs and nudge with your heels if you wanna go faster. These horses are super well trained so you shouldn’t need to kick, or be loud with them at all. Just use a clear voice,” you paused, “We should probably do a couple laps around the arena first before I take you guys off-roading,” you laughed, “Follow me.”

Admittedly, you were pretty impressed at how well the guys were picking it up. A lot of it had to do with the horses that they were riding, but still. It was the first time you could ever remember Bishop seeming out of his element and you had to admit that you found it amusing. Angel and Gilly found themselves struggling together while EZ practically rode laps around them, of course.

“Show-off,” Angel said with a laugh and a shake of his head as he shifted slightly in his saddle.

“You’re just mad because I’m already good,” EZ chuckled as he made his way over to where you and Taza were watching the rest of them.

Once you started making your way towards the trail, you and Coco found yourselves side by side. You glanced over at him and had to smile at how comfortable he seemed. For a man who seemed to be a little jumpy at baseline, he seemed really calm.

“I have to admit,” you said as you glanced back to make sure you didn’t lose anyone yet, “you surprised me a little bit with all of this,” you gestured to him and the horse.

He laughed, “Yea, I’m full of fuckin’ surprises.”

“You ride for a long time?”

He shrugged, “Not in a while. Started when I finished my four years. One of the guys who came back with me told me to try out equine therapy. Seemed kinda pointless but I really wasn’t in a position to be sayin’ no to anything—I was pretty fucked up. And it helped. Stopped when I started getting in with the club.”

You nodded, unable to hide how invested you were in everything that he was telling you, “Got it. That why the guys didn’t know?”

“Yea. Plus, they don’t gotta know everything,” he chuckled.

The topic fell by the wayside as the group of you continued on your little adventure. It was peaceful, and it was nice to hear all of them laughing and joking around with each other. You felt like you were constantly turning around to make sure that you hadn’t lost track of anyone, but you really didn’t mind it. It was hard to not be a little amused at how out of sorts Angel still seemed. The downside of being as tall and lanky as he was, is that it’s impossible to miss when he is feeling uncomfortable or out of his comfort zone. It was written all over his body language.

You looped around so you could land yourself next to him. You smiled over at him as he focused intensely on his reins, “Still getting the hang of it?”

“You guys make it look so easy.”

You laughed, “We’ve got years of practice. You’ll pick it up.”

“Gilly wants to know why he’s the only one that didn’t get a horse,” Angel laughed.

You chuckled and shook your head, “Mules are great, he’s got nothing to complain about. They’re strong, and smart, and a little stubborn but that’s just like the rest of you guys so it should be fine.”

“I know I’m not good at this shit,” he shifted slightly in his saddle, “and I dunno if I ever will be. But it’s nice to see you enjoying yourself like this. I don’t think I’ve ever really seen you like this.”

You smiled, feeling your face get warm, “Well, now you know,” you paused, laughing, “Plus I think this is one of the only times that I’ve been better than you at something.”

“Couldn’t let it be a sweet moment, could you?”

You chuckled, “Is this how you feel all the time with me?”

“I’m not better than you at everything, querida. Stop bein’ dramatic,” he smiled.

“Cooking and horseback riding are the two things I definitely have over you. And I’m holding onto those for dear life,” you laughed.

“I’ll let you have them. Just for you, I promise I won’t get any better at this.”

“For me?” you pressed a hand to your chest with a smile, “You’re too sweet.”

You nudged your horse onward so you could get back to the front of the pack. You’d ridden the trails hundreds of times but they never got any less beautiful. They were different than where you used to ride back home but the change was nice. The trail that you had taken them on was one of the easier ones—no crazy inclines or anything like that. It was a slow but steady ride up one of the smaller peaks that surrounded the ranch. The view from the top was beautiful—you could see for miles. You had a feeling that the guys were going to love it.

“We’re almost to the top,” you called back over your shoulder.

Within a few minutes, the whole group of you had made it to the clearing at the top of the peak. They were all letting out their own murmurs of approval and you felt so proud of yourself. A few of them hopped down, wanting to get a little closer to the cliff edge so they could look down over it. There was nothing but the sound of the breeze and the screaming of the birds while you all stayed there and took in the view. It was the most peace that they’d probably felt in a while.

“Pretty great, right?” you looked over at Angel, who had managed to guide his horse to they were right next to you.

He nodded, “Beautiful. Had no idea any of this was out here.”

“This is what I used to do with pretty much all of my free time when I first moved here, back before I really knew anyone.”

“You gave this shit up to hang out with us?” Angel chuckled as he gestured to the rest of the guys.

You laughed, shaking your head, “I didn’t give it up. I still come out here at least once every weekend, if not more during the week if work allows for it. I still make the time.”

“I love you,” he had a starry look in his eyes as he gazed over at you.

You smiled, “I love you too. Thanks for doing this—I know you weren’t really all that thrilled about it.”

“I’m glad I did. It’s nice to see something that means so much to you.”

After a few more minutes of lingering, chatting, and getting photos of everyone, it was time to complete the loop and head back towards the ranch. You were glad that the guys had pacified you and allowed you to do a little impromptu photoshoot of them with their horses—it was a moment that you wanted to remember. They were quite the diverse pack and you couldn’t help but to smile.

The ride back down was smooth. It was evident that for the most part, the guys were starting to feel more comfortable in their saddles. There weren’t as many, “oh fuck’s” said under their breath. There was a little more talking and joking going on and it made your heart feel fuller.

Cutting through the quietness of the trail was Angel’s voice, “Shit, fuck, oh fuck,” he wasn’t yelling but you could tell that he was worried.

You whipped your head around to see what was wrong, and you had to bite back your laughter as you watched the scene that was playing out. Angel’s horse had bumped up from a walk to a jog and clearly it wasn’t Angel’s doing. The panic that was on his face was priceless. Realistically, the horse wasn’t even going that fast, but it was enough to send Angel into panic mode.

“I’m just gonna fuckin’ jump off.”

You laughed, “Do not jump off. Just apply a little pressure to the reins and tell him to walk. He should slow right down. They don’t understand curse words.”

He did as you instructed, and sure enough the horse dropped right back down to a leisurely walk. You were trying not to laugh but the rest of the guys weren’t as kind and forgiving as you. You knew that that was going to be something that he wasn’t going to be living down anytime soon.

The rest of the descent was uneventful. The whole squad made it back down to the base of the trail unscathed. You hopped down off your horse and began to help all of them to do the same. You told them where to go and put all of their tack once they took it off, and also told them that if they could walk their horses for a couple minutes just to help cool them down it would be appreciated. It wasn’t the most intensive ride but it would still be good for them. Besides, it would be good for the guys and their legs too.

You were getting ready to bring your horse in when a girl came walking up to you, trying to politely get your attention. She couldn’t have been more than seventeen or eighteen. Her t-shirt and jeans were streaked with dirt but there was a giant smile on her face as she walked up to you and your horse.

“Hi, excuse me, are you Y/N?” her voice was quiet, shy.

You nodded, slightly confused, “I am. Everything alright?”

“Yea! I just, um, god sorry I don’t mean to be weird. I used to watch you race, though. I went to almost every NFR circuit event for a few years back when we still lived in Nevada. They said you moved but I had no idea it was here and I,” she stopped herself, “Sorry, I’m rambling.”

You shook your head, smiling, “Don’t be sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever had a fan before,” you laughed.

“Well that’s not true,” the girl laughed. She paused for a few moments, “Would it…would it be weird to ask if I could see you do a run?”

You raised your eyebrows, “A barrel run?”

She nodded excitedly, “Yea.”

You laughed, “I mean, I don’t see why not. I’m a little out of practice but I think we can still manage it,” you patted your horse on the shoulder.

“Oh my god this is so cool. The big arena inside is already set up—I just finished my lesson.”

The two of you walked together, your horse following behind without you having to hold too tightly on the reins. You listened to her gush and talk about riding and it made you miss what it felt like to be training for competitions. You didn’t regret stepping back from it to live the life that you have now, but there was nothing quite like that rush of adrenaline.

The guys had heard the entire interaction and all of them had since gotten their own horses situated so they could come and see what was about to happen. EZ and Angel were leaning against the side of the arena, their voices carrying in the echo chamber it created.

“You know she used to compete?” EZ asked as he watched you hop back up onto your horse.

“Yea, I mean, she mentioned it,” Angle replied, “Didn’t know that she was a fuckin’ celebrity, though.”

“Paparazzi is gonna show up any minute,” Bishop materialized next to them, chiming in with a laugh.

You settled into your saddle, getting both you and your horse positioned so that you could start your run. You could tell that she felt the shift in energy as the two of you stood at the entrance to the arena. You could feel her starting to get a little antsy, a little wound up. It had been a long time since you ran the pattern, but you had no doubt that it would be like riding a bike for the two of you.

As soon as you nudged her with the heel of your boot, your horse took off. You couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted out of you as she flew around the first barrel, gliding seamlessly into the turn. You could faintly hear the guys from the sideline over the sound of the wind in your ears. You felt your hat fly off your head and you didn’t even care. You’d almost forgotten how fun it was to neck-rein at that high of a speed.

You looped around the second barrel, and the third, and your horse all but flew down the center of the pattern as she ran out of the arena. You sat back in your saddle, trying to get her to slow down but you didn’t really want her to. It had to have felt just as good for her as it did for you—the two of you hadn’t done more than a light canter in a while and she was clearly itching to get out some pent-up energy.

Finally she slowed to a walk as you turned her around to head back towards the arena. The young girl came running out of the building with a huge smile on her face, your hat hanging from her fingertips.

“That was so cool!” she handed your hat back to you.

You hopped down off your horse with a smile, “That was the most fun I’ve had in a while, I can’t lie,” you laughed, “I’m glad you asked us to run it—that felt amazing.”

“Do you board here?” she looked at you expectantly.

You nodded, “I sure do. Here every weekend, pretty much. Not that we’re really training to compete anymore, but you know.”

“If we’re ever here at the same time do you think that you could give me some pointers?”

You nodded, feeling your heart swell inside your chest, “Absolutely.”

“Yes! Oh that’s so awesome. Thank you so much. I’ll, um, I’ll let you get back to your friends. But thank you so much.”

You smiled, “Of course. I’ll see you around.”

She bounded off, an excited spring to her step. You chuckled and shook your head as you started to lead your horse back to the barn so you could take off her saddle and bridle. As the two of you meandered, Angel and the guys all came out of the arena, looks of surprise all over their faces.

“What the fuck was that, querida?” Angel laughed as he shook his head in disbelief.

“What?” you feigned ignorance.

“When were we gonna find out that you know how to do all that?” EZ piped up.

“I told you guys that I ride!”

“That,” Angel threw his arm around your shoulder, “was not just riding. That was insane! You guys were fucking flying.”

“Shoulda seen how fast we could go when we were actually training for it.”

“Also, didn’t know that you were apparently a celebrity,” there was a smirk on his face as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

You laughed and shook your head, “Not a celebrity. The horse world is a small one.”

“You gonna be able to teach us how to do all that?” EZ asked with a laugh.

“Not a fucking chance,” you smiled over at him, “But you guys are more than welcome to come here with me any time.”

“Well now we definitely have to,” Angel said, “Gotta see what other moves you’re holding out on.”

“Oh,” you laughed, “you’ll see. Don’t worry.”

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goldenkirstein · 3 years

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hello raf!!! first off, I wanna say that I love your blog and your fics. tysm for sharing them with us you are incredibly talented!

second, do you have other blog/moot recommendations for users who write for jean x reader? I wanna follow all of you you're all so amazing!

only if you can! :) have a nice night!

hi nonnie !! ty for the kind words!! yes i do, some of these are my moots, some are not but regardless they are all incredibly talented writers. there are so so so many writers that have jean fics, but i chose these ones because they have more than a few jean x reader !! these are also just based on my preferences, so if there is a writer not included here, i apologize !!

Please read all of these authors rules/dni’s as ik a few of them interact or post dark content and are 18+ blogs !! respect writers and their rules !!

@whats-her-quirk - what can i say that hasn’t been said, literally the reason i write on here and responsible for the first jean x reader fic i ever read, i love june. Absolutely phenomal, so fucking cool and talented. her writing makes me happy, to put it simply.

my fave fic: midnight ride & below freezing

@jean-does-not-have-a-horseface - the username speaks for itself, again i read her fics when i still was a ghost blog so i am quite sentimental lol, i think she might be working on a jean rockstar au series, im not sure tho, but regardless just a super talented writer !!

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@mikaberries - Mika is also one of the first aot writer blogs I followed, I found her first on tiktok and then followed here. super fucking talented, idk how she does it tbh. also just an all around good person and very sweet, I have nothing but respect and praise for her and her work.

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my fave fic: mornings w/ jean & face sitting

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my fave fic: primrose & obedience (includes eren n mikasa)

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i have realized that a good handful of these are smutty bshdsbhbf sorry not sorry. again, im so sorry if i missed anyone these are the writers that i could think of at the moment, and if you yourself are a writer then know that i love you and respect youuuu !!

happy reading nonnie :)

#asks #nonnie #blog recs

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mayans-sauce · 3 years

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New Girls 🖤

Pairing: Riz Ariza x Female Reader

Word Count: 800

Warnings: swearing, a little angst, a little smut

Request by wifey @everyhowlmarksthedead Okay, I was thinking about Riz and reader just being friends, but like they don't talk too much. Maybe she can be a friend of one of them, or a worker of the scrapping. And he hears some Vicki's girl or maybe a Mayan from another charter saying something disrespectful to her. And he comes to defend her like the charming prince he is. And you know, things happen. The end is your choice! 😏 Thank you, my baby. Love you a lot ❤✨

A/N: here you go my beautiful wife😏😘 I love you❤️ I really didn’t know how to start this fic so enjoy this I JUST THREW YOU IN A SCENARIO SO JUST ROLL WITH IT lol

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The three new girls at the party had been strutting around all night. Trying to get the attention of everyone at the party that had a penis, even giving ugly looks to some of the nice regular girls and yourself.

You were on your quest to get new beers for yourself, Ez, Angel, Coco, and Gilly. But to get to the bar, you needed to walk past them, and since the clubhouse was packed with people, you had no choice but to walk right beside them. You walked past them, trying your best to keep your distance as much as you could. But because of the alcohol in your system, you lost your balance for a split second and accidentally knocked over the drink of the new girls' leader.

“Omg, watch it!” She turned around with her two friends by her side. They gave you a disgusting look. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” “Ugh.. you ugly bitch.. I could have spilled all over my dress.” “I’m... I’m really sorry I wasn’t..” “What are you even doing here. No one here wants to fuck, trust me, so why don’t you just take your ugly face out of here.” Her friends laugh beside her at what she said to you. “Hahaha, omg, good one bitch! Yeah, just leave you ugly slut.”

You could feel tears starting to form in your eyes, and you were just about to sprint out of there when you felt a firm hand on your shoulder. Turning your face a little to the side, you saw that it was Riz, and he was giving the three girls a harsh look. Standing beside you, he wrapped his arm lightly around your waist. That was kind of strange since you and Riz weren't that close with each other. Yes, you talked and stuff. Even occasionally flirting here and there, but he was the one that you knew the least.

“I would kindly ask you three to leave now and to never ever disrespect Y/N again. You are not welcome here anymore.” He used a calm voice, but you could see the rage burning in his eyes. Taza and Bishop stood beside him, arms crossed over their chest and a stern look on their faces, clearly showing that they were backing up everything Riz said.

The girls looked at each other nervously before they quickly turned around and scurried out of the party. You let out a deep breath, not even realizing that you had been holding it in for so long. “Thank you, Michael. Taza and Bishop, you guys also.” “No problem, sweetheart,” Bishop answered. “No one is allowed to talk bad about you,” Taza said.

They left so that Riz could have a moment with you. He turned so that he was looking you right in the eyes, giving you a warm smile and taking your hand in his, and he started to lead you with him. “Michael, where are we going.” He didn’t say anything, just pulling you with him.

Once inside an empty room, he turned you to face him. His hand came to rest lightly on your cheek, caressing your soft skin, testing the waters to see if it was safe to do what he was going to do next. He looked pleadingly into your eyes, and all you could do was give him a soft nod, wanting him to do what you had wanted for so long now.

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours and your back against the door. His hand went under your top so that his fingers came in direct contact with your tender skin. Goosebumps rose on your entire body at the touch. Your own hands traveled up his arm, stopping at the side of his neck to keep his soft lips to yours. His hips came in contact with yours, and you could feel him, and all you wanted was to drop to your knees for him.

“I want you, Michael.. please.” He let out a groan, resting his head on your shoulder for a second before he looked at you again. “You have me, you always had, from the moment I saw you.” He gave you one last kiss. “Let me take you home so I can show you what you do to me. What those girls out there could never make me feel. Fuck them and don't ever listen to them. Because you are the most caring, beautiful, and funniest person I know.” At this point, you were crying happy tears.

“Hey, hey.. don’t cry.” He wiped your tears with his thumb. ”They are happy tears... I'm just so.. happy right now. Please take me home, Rizzy. I want you all night and all future nights to come” ” Let's go then, beautiful girl, I'll take care of you.”

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ THE BULLET ❜

with Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.

Request: How would Bish react his wife taking a bullet for him?

BY ANON

Word count: about 550.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

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The bullet stuck in your shoulder burns like hell. The blood sprouting from the small hole has stained your shirt, just like your tears falling down from your eyes. You are sure that the crew has taken care of the trash that interrupted the Mayans party, in the name of the Vatos Malditos. They were straight for your husband, but you were faster pushing him to the ground and receiving the shot instead of him.

It happened in less than one second. You heard some screams, some voice you couldn't recognize. Then, you saw the gun. You were sitting close to Bishop, sharing beers, stories and laughs. But as always, you were also paying attention to the minimal detail around you, making sure that everyone is having fun. You're El Presidente's Old Lady, it's your job.

Coco is riding faster than never his car through the desert. Grace is already waiting for you while you curse in every damn language you can talk. Your husband is following you too, with Taza, Riz and Tranq to the dog kennel, while the others have stayed in the clubhouse with Canche, Oscar and Ibarra. It's your husband who helps you to step out of the car, bringing you to the inside with his gaze blurred by the tears. He knows that no one has died because of a shot in a shoulder, but he can't help but feel guilty. For him, it was his fault. Only his fault.

Lying you down over a metallic table, he holds strongly your left hand, kneeling on the floor. Grace does her job. After cutting your shirt with a pair of scissors and disinfecting the open wound, you hide your face in Bishop's neck to not see how the tweezers disappear between blood and skin. If you thought that this couldn't be more painful, it was because you hadn't felt yet the woman poking inside you to grab the bullet and pull it out. But you reach the pain threshold when she stitches you up. The words of encouragement from your husband don't work as he would like, placing gentle kisses all around your head until the wound is closed.

“I'm so sorry”. Bishop babbles helping you to sit up, so Grace can finish the healing.

After covering the stitches with a gauze, she uses a bandage to surround your shoulder and part of your chest to secure it. Leaving you alone to find something to help you with the sorrow and the stinging in your skin, your man cups your cheeks into his palms.

“Mi vida, I'm so sorry”.

He can't stop crying, probably suffering more than you, sticking his forehead on yours. Using your healthy arm, you wrap his neck to push him closer.

“I'm going to make them pay for that. I swear it to God, (Y/N)”.

You can't form a sentence properly, just placing your lips over every tear of him.

“And, please… don't fucking do it again… I can't imagine my life without you”.

“Neither do I, Obispo”. You whisper, hardly sniffing. “It ended up in my shoulder, not in your chest”.

Having a deep breathing, you peck his lips once and again, trying to calm yourself and himself at the same time.

“It's a two-way street. You protect me, I protect you… remember?” He just nods because of your words, hugging you against his body, taking all the care in the world, to not hurt you again.

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samcrobae · 3 years

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Two of Hearts, Part II

A/N: Part 2 for Two of Hearts, Part one can be found here https://samcrobae.tumblr.com/post/637625871146074112/two-of-hearts

Gif Credit to the original creators, as always

EZ glanced between the two of you then shoved past Angel.

Slightly outstretching his arms to you, he warmly speaks, “I’m home baby”. The bile in your throat threatens to spill out so you keep your arms crossed against your chest and retreat backward. Angel notices the action and sticks his hand in front of his younger brother.

“Look man, maybe give her a minute.” EZ creased his brows and slapped Angel’s hand away.

“Nah look man.. how bout you tell me what the hell is going on?”

“Are you fuckin serious right now EZ? You want US to tell you what is going on? How bout YOU tell us. Where the fuck have you been bro? 8 fuckin months you’re gone and you just show up here with no heads up,” Angel’s voice now a yell, “I spent 3 fuckin months looking for your ass day and night. I wasn’t sleeping, wasn’t eating, barely worked, barely helped the club and you were nowhere to be found. Do you know what it was like thinking your brother was dead?”

Your heart began to race as you watched the veins in Angel’s neck on the verge of exploding. You didn’t know what to do or say, and your feet betrayed you in the worst ways. You were frozen in place, you couldn’t bring yourself to move. You did the only thing you knew how.

“Ezekiel, get out”. Both men snap their heads back and look at you. Angel’s eyes grow wide and EZ’s brows remained furrowed.

“What?”

“I said-get out-now. I have nothing to say to you right now and I just want to go to bed. It’s fucking Christmas for fucks sake. Just.. get out.”

There was a moment of silence that lasted about 15 seconds, with the three of you standing in the same spot, staring at one another. And in those 15 seconds, you swear you felt an eternity pass. You glance at Angel and notice his slender frame, now broad and tense, on guard as to not knowing what would happen next. FInally, EZ shook his head, tears form in his eyes, but turned before you could take notice. He turned and grabbed his bag, and headed toward the door. His hand on the knob, he turned to face Angel, jaw clenched and if looks could kill, Angel would have been dead 4 times over tonight. He walked out the door, slamming it deliberately behind him and his bike roared to life.

As soon as the door shut, you legs betrayed you once again, falling to the floor, an emotional mess and Angel rushed over to you. No words were needed in that moment, because he already knew what it was that you needed.

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The next morning you woke, but Angel was gone. You checked your phone and and saw a text from him.

📲 Ignacio:

“Had a shift at the yard this morning. Come by around lunch time, we’ll get something to eat if you want.”

Your head was spinning from the events that took place a few short hours before. What the hell was EZ doing here? Why did he come back? Where did he go? You had so many questions and none of the answers. You knew the only person who was able to give them to you would be EZ, but you didn’t have the strength to have a conversation with him. Not now anyway.

Back at the yard, Angel was sat at one of the benches playing with an unlit cigarette between his fingers. He was unphased as Coco and Gilly took seats across from him.

“You good Mano?” Coco was the first to speak, detecting a look of defeat on Angel’s face.

Angel brought the cigarette to his lips and then lit it, inhaling the smoke, then slowly letting it out, he nods his head at Coco. “My brother come by here last night?”

“EZ? Why would EZ come by? Is he here?” Gilly shot a glance over at the trailer that had remained parked in the lot the last 8 months.

Nodding his head, Angel takes another puff of his cigarette, “came by Y/N’s place at 2 in the morning.”

“Damn, how is she doing?” Coco asks, now lighting a cigarette of his own.

“I don’t know, shaken up obviously. She told him to leave and then she was a mess. Then she just snapped out of it. She was blank, emotionless and then went to sleep. When I left this morning she was still asleep.”

“Well yeah, he just left with no explanatio—hang on. Bring that back a minute, when you left this morning? You stayed over at her place?” Gilly leaned in, his voice now a hushed whisper.

“Yeah we just kinda fell asleep at her place after the party here. Don’t make it a thing.” Angel stomped his cigarette out.

“I’m not making it a thing. It’s not a thing.... did you sleep with her?”

“What? No. What are you 12? Did I sleep with her? No..” Angel pressed his lips together in a thin line.

Coco smirked, “nah but something happened.. I can tell.”

All eyes were on Angel and he sucked his teeth, looking around to make sure there were no listening ears, “we kissed, alright, you happy? I Kissed my brothers girl. She stopped it before it went any further.”

“But you wanted it to go further.” Both Gilly and Coco said. It wasn’t an ask, not a question, but a matter of fact statement. Angel stood quiet, then looked down at this hands, playing with this rings.

“It’s okay to like her Mano. You guys have been through more shit in the last 8 months than a person would in a lifetime. She knows you in and out, good and bad, but she wants you around, wants to spend time with you. She wouldn’t have let you kiss her if she didn’t. But she’s vulnerable. You are too. Be careful.” Coco stomped his cigarette out and looked over at Angel.

“Look man its too early for the Church of Coco. I’m done talking about this. I mean it”- he tapped Coco on the arm, “don’t make this shit a thing.”

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You walk into the clubhouse, scanning the room for Angel, but see Letty and Riz at a table, Letty lost in some homework she had to catch up on over break.

“Hey Trouble, you’re still working on that paper?” You wrap an arm over her and she comes in for a hug.

“Yeah, I’m almost done, actually, can I ask you to look it over so far? Riz sucks.”

“Ouch! You said I was a big help!” Riz feigns insult but gets up and laughs.

While you were looking over her paper, your phone lights up and EZ’s name flashes across the screen with a message:

📲 Ezekiel ❤️: Hey Y/N. Can we talk? Let me know when you’re free.

You pick up your phone but not before Letty notices. You’re lost in thought, reading and rereading the messages and the doors swing open, Angel and Coco striding in. Angel sees you and smiles in your direction, and heads over to greet you.

He went in to kiss your head and you stood up to hug him, your head awkwardly hitting his mouth, both of you stumbling over your words, “Sorry.”

“It’s cool, I’m gonna go wash my hands and change my shirt and we can go alright?” Angel disappears into the bathroom, Gilly and Coco smirking at the painfully cringe worthy exchange.

“It’s a thing.” Coco laughs and nudges Gilly.

Letty looks over at you, “its okay to love them both.”

Your eyes shot up in shock, then you felt the heat in your cheeks. “What?what are you talking about?”

She smiles then leans in closer to you, “Angel and EZ. It’s okay to love them both. You love them differently, and they love you differently, too. They have both done different things for you.”

Angel reappeared from the bathroom, “ready?”

“Yeah, I’m just wrapping this up, I’ll be right out”- you turn to look at Letty, “I don’t love them both.”

You met Angel out in the yard and got into your car, his hand coming to rest on your thigh as you reversed out of your parking spot. This felt right. His hands on you. His lips on yours. The way he smiled when he saw you earlier.

You didn’t love them both.

Right?

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ellesdoodles · 3 days

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I think about Riz and fear and I get so sad.

This kid that keeps his cool when faced with the end of the world, that boy that takes out his gun to protect his friends without batting an eye because this fear he can rationalise.

And then there’s the fear of loosing his friends, of them choosing their partners over him because he can’t extend the same love that they could. And that fear is so big and it lingers so much that it physically manifests in his world.

How scared do you think Riz must be right now that Fabian has Mazey and Fig is thinking about leaving after junior year? How much fear is he suppressing under the stress of the potential end of the world?

How scared is Riz Gukgak actually?

#I am being emotional about him again #was thinking about last weeks episode and it hit me #I know no one brought this up (not even murph) but I am just thinking about how scary it must be #to feel like your fears are actually coming true #fantasy high #dimension 20 #d20 fantasy high #riz gukgak #sorry for riz posting! it will happen again!#i might be projecting on riz a little bit!

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justahopelessssromantic · 4 years

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Perfect- Part 14

A/N: Hey, I’ve missed you all so much. I’m gonna be honest I haven’t been doing so great. I’m okay just kind of found myself in a bad place but I’m working on pulling myself out of it. With that being said on top of working so much recently I’m not sure when I will post next or what I will post next. I’m just kind of trying to ease myself back into it. I hope you all have been doing well and enjoy this next update for Perfect. Thank you so much for reading. I love each and every one of you so much ❤️

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Warnings: Angst

Angel sat outside on your steps, everything running around his mind all at once. He loved you more than anyone and that’s why it hurt so much to see you in so much pain. He could not keep doing this to you. You were hurting because of him. You were being held back because of him once again. This was all his fault and he had to make it right. He couldn’t be selfish anymore. He knew what he had to do, he knew it would kill him but it was time to let you go, to set you free.

He flicked the butt of his cigarette to the ground before running his hands through his hair. He let out a long shaky sigh, the heaviness in his chest constricting tighter as the pain built up with each moment that passed.

You were right. Coco was right. Fuck even Matt was right. It was time to put you first.

Picking his head up he looked over at you when he heard the back door open. You looked tired, your eyes puffy from the crying. He hated seeing you this way. “Hey,” he said as you sat down next to him on the steps.

“Hey.” You leaned into him laying your head on his shoulder.

The two of you sat in silence for a while just feeling the cool air of the night against your skin. Angel had wrapped his arm around you wanting to hold you close a little longer. You both knew what had to happen but neither one of you wanted to be the first one to say it. You wanted to pretend nothing had happened between the two of you. Nothing could change the past though. In order to move on something had to change for the both of you.

Angel broke the silence speaking out into the night. “I’m sorry.”

You turned your head to look over at him. You could see the regret written all over his face.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated his words, “I’m sorry for everything (Y/N). I made a mistake, the biggest mistake of my life and I will pay for it for the rest of my days. I should have never strayed. I should have pushed through and been there for you.”

“Angel, don’t. You tried, I was the one who-”

He cut off your words. He wouldn’t let you put the blame on yourself. It wasn’t on you. No matter what happened he cheated. That was on him. That is what really broke you. “Don’t do that, mi dulce. This is not on you. You did nothing wrong. This was on me, on me for being selfish, on me for not knowing how to express my own pain. I let myself get caught up in a fantasy losing sight of what was important, of the wonderful woman I had waiting back at home for me. I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked now as he let out a sob. “I should have never made you doubt yourself. You didn’t deserve that. You have nothing on her (Y/N). No one will ever compare to you.” And he would never love another as much as he loved you.

“It’s time.” This was it. His last moments with you before everything changed once and for all. You wrapped your arms around him leaning into him even more for support. You were both crying now, the tears streaming down your faces. This was good, for the best Angel kept telling himself to keep him from changing his mind.

You thought about telling him your plan, of wanting to meet Adelita, but it didn't feel like the right time. You needed to be able to do this on your own and then once all was said and done you could sort through your own messy shit and figure out what it was you wanted, what you needed.

“I’m done (Y/N). I need to let you go. I am going to let you go. Not just for you but myself too. I’ve been selfish and I’m sorry for that and for toying with your emotions. You deserve better, someone who will treat you like the queen you are, someone who will take care of you.” The next words that came out of his mouth were possibly the most painful words he would ever say. “Someone like Matt.”

Pulling away he turned so he could face you straight on grabbing your hands in his. Lifting them up he kissed the back of them softly savoring each moment it had left. “If you want to be with Matt I won’t get in the way anymore. I’ve had a lot of time to think about this (Y/N). I love you so much, I always will but I can’t keep hurting you like I have been. I just want you to be happier and you are with him. I’ve seen the way he makes you smile.” He smiled back at you, a bittersweet smile. You were the most important thing to him. From now on your happiness would be coming first for him. “If that’s what you want then I think you should go for it. I promise I won’t get in the way anymore.”

“I don’t know what it is I want, Angel.” You said softly. You were so confused anymore.

“There’s nothing wrong with that but I think you do know.” He gave your hands a squeeze. “Chase your dreams, do all the things you’ve been wanting to do. You’re free now.” He knew how much you gave up for him. He was so thankful for all you had done for him. He only wished he had supported you more in your dreams like you had him. He wished he could back and fix all of his mistakes but that wasn’t possible so now he was going to do all the things he should have done. “Thank you for everything you have done for me. You’ve made me a better man, you’ve always been there for me, supported me now let me support you. Go back to school.” He said.

He watched as you contemplated in your mind. You wanted to go back but it had been so long now you were afraid you wouldn’t be able to “I can’t. It’s been too long.” He could see how intimidated you were about the thought of going back. The longer you went the harder it would be. That was partially on him.

“It’s never too late to chase your dreams,” Angel’s voice had evened out now as he reassured you telling you the same thing Matt had earlier. “You are way too talented not to. Don’t let it all go to waste. Go after what you want and take it.”

“I could never afford it.” You tried to protest. The more you thought about it the more ridiculous the whole idea seemed.

Angel chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, I got it.”

“What?” You asked, pulling your hands out of his. You couldn’t take his money. “Angel I can’t, I won’t.”

“It’s not up for debate, querida.” He grabbed your hands once more in his. “Please let me do this. It’s the least I can do.”

You sighed looking into his dark eyes. “I’ll think about it.” You gave him a smile. “Thank you.”

Angel smiled back, sniffling. “Of course. You can pay me back with free meals at your restaurant.”

“Haven’t I been providing you with free meals for years now?” You teased trying to keep the conversation light to push the pain in your heart away.

Angel laughed with you. It didn’t make the heartache any less but it was still nice to be able to laugh together once more. “You got me there. I think we can call it even.”

“Yeah.” You took a deep breath feeling both lighter and heartbroken at the same time. There was so much you wanted to say to him but no amount of time would be enough for that so you kept it short. “Thank you, for giving me a love I will never forget. I will always love you Angel.”

This was goodbye.

“I’ll always love you too.”

A few weeks had passed where you did your best to focus on yourself and your meeting. Angel kept his word giving you your space. Matt would still come by the shop while you were working and have lunch but it was strictly as friends. You were thankful things didn’t become too awkward with him because you really did enjoy his company.

You were now at home waiting for EZ to come pick you up. This evening you would be going across the border with him, Coco, and Gilly to have a meeting with Adelita. You were warned it could be dangerous but you didn’t care this was something you needed. You needed to talk to her although you had no clue what the hell you were going to say.

What do you say to the woman who stole your love?

You didn’t blame her at all. It was not her fault. It was Angel who decided to pursue her despite being with you. That was on him. Still you spent so much time thinking about this woman, comparing yourself even though you knew nothing about her. You just needed a face to the name, to this ghost who had haunted you and your relationship for so long.

You looked back at yourself in the mirror taking one last deep breath before you would be heading out.

EZ pulled up in front of your house. He was unsure of this whole thing but if it was what you wanted and needed then he would do it. Thankfully Angel was out on a quick run with Creeper and Riz so getting away without him knowing of becoming suspicious was easier than he had anticipated.

“Fuck I still don’t like this boyscout.” Coco said from the passenger side of the truck. He understood why you wanted to do this and there was no way he was not coming along with you but he still did not like the idea of putting you in danger in any way. Something was not sitting well with him. All the possibilities of how this could go wrong was running around in his mind making him anxious.

“We owe her this much,” Gilly said from the backseat. In a way they all betrayed you. It was the least they could do. They hurt you just as much as Angel by keeping their mouths shut and choosing him over you. This was their way of making it up to you. “It’ll be fine. We get in, she says what she needs to say and then we get out.” It was a simple enough plan. “Now settle the fuck down before she gets out here or you’re going to stress her out.”

Coco huffed knowing Gilly was right. Lighting his third cigarette now since they got in the vehicle he inhaled the familiar feeling bringing some relief to his nerves before blowing the smoke slowly out the window. He watched as EZ walked up the walkway to your house slipping inside momentarily before coming out with you behind him.

There was no turning back now. This was happening one way or another.

“Hey,” You said, giving the guys a smile as you slipped into the back seat next to Gilly. “Thank you again for doing this.” You had already thanked them more times than you needed to but you wanted them to know that you truly appreciated them doing this for you. You knew what you were asking was no small feat.

“You don’t need to thank us. Anything you need we are here for.” Gilly said, patting your thigh comfortingly. “Are you ready?”

They would be going through this but they wanted to give you one last chance to change your mind if that’s what you wanted before leaving.

You nodded giving the guys a confident smile. “I’m ready.”

The men took you to the tunnels they used so often helping you down and into the dark closed up space. You looked around at the lights strung up lighting the path. As you followed Coco and Gilly with EZ right behind you you thought about all the times Angel had been down here. It was like you were getting a better glimpse into his secret life as you imagined yourself following him down the tunnels. It was as if he was here with you too bringing you some sense of comfort.

Angel never shared much about what he did for the club. You knew it was his way of keeping you safe and separate from that life. He only wanted to protect you. It was like he had so many separate lives. No wonder it was so easy for him to get caught up in them, being able to separate himself from his life with you when he was with the club or her.

“Are you doing okay?” EZ asked softly as he came up beside you. He could only imagine what must be running through your mind right now.

“Yes actually, I am. I’m just ready to close the book on this chapter of my life. I think this is the way to do it”

EZ nodded. “And then what?” He knew Angel let you go once and for all but he didn’t know where you stood on the matter.

“And then maybe I can find myself." You smiled at EZ just before the four of you reached your exit.

“We’ll be just out here.” Coco said motioning to the room just outside of where you and Adelita would be.

“Okay,” you smiled putting on a brave face. Now that you were finally here the nerves had settled into the pit of your stomach. You looked to their faces one last time thankful to have them here with you before going in to face Adelita.

When you stepped into the room you were immediately greeted by her. You could see how Angel had fallen for her. She gave off this sense of power and control. She held herself high and just exuded confidence. She was enchanting but at the same time she was just a woman, human just like you. “(Y/N)” She said, extending her hand out shaking yours, “Adelita.” She introduced herself. “Ezekiel told me you wanted to meet.”

“Yes, I did. I’m… I was Angel’s girlfriend.”

“I know. Please have a seat,” She said as she sat down in the chair opposite yours. “He told me about you after you left.”

“He did?” You couldn’t understand why he would tell his mistress about you. You wondered what he had told her about you.

“Yes, not long after you left he ended things. He was broken up after you. I’m glad you walked away. He needed a wake up call.” She leaned forward closer to you as she spoke. “I want you to know I did not know. That doesn’t excuse my part I know but I just wanted you to hear that.”

“I don’t blame you Adelita. Angel can make his own decisions and that’s what he did.”

“I think he told me about you so I would end things and I did.” Adelita remembered the night Angel had come to her. It had been three weeks since you walked out on him and he was a broken man, the guilt was eating him alive. He told her everything that night and she did the same clearing the air about what their relationship was. She always told Angel she was not in love with him, that their relationship was just a matter of conveince, great sex and a great way to let off steam. Adelita never loved Angel and Angel never truly loved her. Their time together was just a much needed distraction from their lives. “I did not love him and he never loved me as he had you and as I am sure he still does. Angel is not a man who gives up on love easily, he just lost his way.”

You felt lighter having been able to take with Adelita. Again she was just a woman, human, nothing better or more special than you. You now had a face to the name who took over your every thought.

Minnie came into the room apologizing for interrupting before whispering something in Adelita’s ear and then leaving the room. Adelita’s posture changed as she sat up more. “I’m sorry to have to cut this short but I have to go and I suggest you do too. It’s not safe here.” Minnie had just informed her that Potter’s mercenaries were nearby. She was still supposed to be in hiding. Coming here was a risk she decided to take for you but she was not going to push it. She was too important to her cause, it would always come first.

You weren’t really sure what was going on. Just as soon as you had started the conversation it was over. Standing up she shook your hand once more. “It was a pleasure to meet you.” Adelita said before stepping out of the room.

Shortly after she was gone Gilly and Coco were in the room. “We have to go, now.” EZ said.

You could sense the urgency of the situation and were beginning to panic. “What’s going on?”

EZ didn’t want to scare you but didn’t want to keep you in the dark either. You already knew what Adelita did, how she was wanted as EZ had informed you with everything you needed to know. “It’s Potter's mercs. They got a tip that Adelita was spotted. It won’t be long before they are here."

You nodded in understanding and stood from your seat to follow Coco and Gilly out of the room with EZ close behind.

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hermankopusortizorsumshite · 4 years

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That Puta

A/N: y’all, this hurt but it was so sweet.

WARNINGS: SMUT, fights, mention of blood, angst(always a little with me)

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“Did you hear that Angel Reyes’ mom was killed? Good riddance, she was so mean. One time when I went to that carne-whatever she totally tried to—“ You didn’t let her finish. As she chonked on her pink bubblegum and told some story, you grabbed that bitch by the hair and dragged her out into the gravel. She claws at your arms, chest, anything to get a hold of you.

“Shit! Grab her!” Bishop shouts. You let the background screams and shouts dissipate as that little bitch looks at you and scoffs, fist connecting with your eye and effectively pissing you off.

“Are you serious? You think cause Angel doesn’t wanna bang you, that you have the right to-“ You throw her into the gravel, hearing the crunch under your boots as Coco holds Gilly and Creeper back. The brunette with blonde ends stands up, bloodied knees and palms. “Oh baby, he told me he’d never dick you down because you’re too ugly. He told me you weren’t his type, too manly. I guess I see it-“ You toss her aside, grabbing her hair and plowing her through the crowd of screaming girls to the trunk of a car, where you proceed to slam her face into the flat surface of the trunk.

“You don’t talk bad about a dead lady, dumb bitch.” You snarl, teeth grinding as Bishop grabs your arms and tries to pull you away. Yanking your arms away, you pile drive her and hear her sputter. Just as you finally get to her face, your nails clawing at her exposed arms and chest, the sirens wailing in the distance get closer.

“Shit!” Bishop shouts, skittering to you hide you. Hauling you to your feet, he hands you off to Coco and your eyes meet his brown ones.

“Did Angel really tell some dick warmer that I wasn’t good enough?” You whisper, chewing on your lip and looking over your knuckles.

“Miel-“

“Tell me, Coco.” You huff, looking into his sad eyes. He nods.

“Yeah, he was just drunk though, he didn’t mean— oh shit. You’re in love with him.” He deadpans, his jaw hitting the gravel as he stares at you.

“That obvious, huh?” As the cops pull in, one calls for an ambulance and Coco makes every attempt to shove you into the clubhouse.

“Who’s responsible for the damage?” A cop shouts, and you rush through the door waving your hand.

“Me officer!” You shout, holding your hands up. At first he chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.” You grin as you reach down and slam her groggy head into the gravel once more, knocking her out. Strutting towards the cop, his jaw slack, you turn and place your hands behind your back. The cuffs are slammed on and he gently puts you in the car.

As Angel finishes filling out his release form, he sees what looks like you being walked to a cell in an orange jumpsuit, hands behind your back.

“Y/N?” He shouts, watching you look over your shoulder at the sound of his voice. Angel feels the anger swell in his heart as he jerks against the cuffs on his hands. “Y/N!” He yells, his eyes falling on the black eye you donned and the cuts on your lip and your arms.

“Mister Reyes, finish the paperwork.” Nips the officer, tapping the table with an annoyingly fast pace.

“Why’s she here?” He asks, looking over his shoulder just in time to see you put in a cell and the door shut in your face.

“I don’t know. You won’t finish this paperwork so I can find out.” She groans, waving to the paper. Angel scribbles as fast as he can and then stands.

“Tell me, I gotta know.” He barks, nodding to the computer. She quickly does some clicking and looks at Angel with a shocked expression.

“She got into a physical altercation and the woman was sent to the hospital.” She informs, looking at him expecting him to react.

“A physical—a fight? Like a fist fight?” He asks, eyes wide. The woman nods, looking at him. “Does she have bail?” He asks.

“Doesn’t look like—hmm that’s weird. It says refused bail posting.” She shrugs, clicking a couple more things. “She doesn’t want bail posted for a two days.” She states, eyebrows knitted together in concentration.

“Can I just talk to her?” He asks, wringing his hands together. He knew something was really wrong if you didn’t want bail. She nods, grabbing her keys and heading back to the cells. As he gets to your cell, he finds you lying on the cot, staring at the ceiling. “Amarillo isn’t exactly you color, Y/N.” He chuckles, resting a hand on the bars. You don’t even sit up to talk to him, ignoring him. “Y/N?” He asks, his hands now gripping the bars as he gets concerned. “Christ miel, it’s Angel!” He shouts, causing you to jump and sit up. Scowl on your face, arms crossed over your chest, you stare at him.

“I can fucking hear you. I’d prefer not to.” You nip, starting to lay back down.

“What did you do?” He asks, and you scoff. Standing, you stand just out of his reach and lock your jaw, clenching your teeth together.

“What did I do? Stuck up for you! Only to find out that I’m a fucking joke to you!” You shout, throwing a hand at him. Stepping back, he looks at you, confused.

“You’re not a fuckin’ joke,” he shakes his head and you start to laugh.

“To you? Oh yeah I am! That’s the only reason I can figure! You told some crow eating, dick sucking whore that you’d never ‘dick me down’ because I was too ugly. Boy, I’m glad you fantasize about fucking me, Angel Reyes, because it’s as close as you’ll ever be to me again!” You shriek, feeling the tears fall down your face. Sniffling, you swipe away the tears and flop onto the cot, back to the cell door.

“Shit, I didn’t mean it like that. She kept asking me why I was watching you. I just—“

“I don’t want to fucking hear it.”

“You wouldn’t! You were just dying to clock that puta because she got some dick and you didn’t! Ya know, miel, I never took you for a jealous type.” Angel scoffs dryly, feeling uncomfortable being on the outside of a cell.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t know what love was if it jumped out and slapped you.” You call, letting him walk away. Tears fall down your cheeks as you curl up on the cold flat cot.

As Angel slinks into the clubhouse, Bishop’s angry gaze bares holes into Angel’s already annoyed demeanor.

“Glad you’re here.” He ruffs, tongue jaw crooked as his tongue swipes across his lips in attempt to control his tongue. “You didn’t bail out Y/N?” He asks, looking out the slowly shutting door.

“No, Bish. I didn’t.” He huffs, sarcasm rolling off his tongue.

“Why the fuck not?” He growls.

“She didn’t fuckin’ want it.” He retorts sharply, eyes dark and dangerous.

“Why is that?”

“Cause she didn’t fuckin’ want bail. I don’t know.” He shrugs, heading to the bar a drink when Bishop’s hand reaches out and grabs Angel’s shoulder.

“What’d you do?” He barks.

“Me? Of course. Always me. I wasn’t the one who cracked out and sent some chick to the ER and it’s still Angel’s fault! Fucking blame Angel!” He shouts, tapping his chest and nodding. “She’s the one who beat up another chick because I didn’t want her pussy!” Angel laughs dryly, swinging his hand. Creeper’s fist flies at him before he can even react. Stumbling back and grabbing his face, he looks at him incredulously. “What the fuck?” Angel shouts, storming towards Creeper, whose chest is heaving.

“That what you think happened?” Coco asks, eyes boring into Angel’s soul.

“Yeah! She fucking asked me if I said I didn’t wanna ‘dick her down’.”

“Because she dragged that puta outside for badmouthing your dead mom, bro.” Coco points to the photo on the wall of Angel’s mother that he kept off to the side near the bar.

“She what?” He asks, his heart dropping to his soles.

“Leah was badmouthing your mom, and Y/N dragged her out by her hair. When Leah couldn’t win physically she used some old drunk shit to fuel her. She’s in the ER because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.” Coco barks, pointing to Angel as he heads for door.

“Is that really what she did?” He stares at Coco, licking his lips and chewing on his bottom lip, concerned.

“Yeah, bro. She said some shit to hurt Y/N.” He shrugs as he heads outside leaving Angel there hurt. He’d said some bad shit to you. He was currently kicking himself. He hadn’t meant it, not the way that puta made it sound.

Almost a week went by, Angel not hearing from you was painful. He couldn’t seem to function right. He lost his charm.

“Hey, Angel. What do you say we head to my place-“

“Nah, ‘m good.” He shrugs off the sweet Hispanic woman and heads to the bar for another beer.

“Yo Angel! Coco’s got a hundred-dollar bet you can’t beat him in a game of pool.” Gilly shouts from the pool table. Angel shrugs, waving them off and drinking his beer in silence.

“Angel! Wanna hit the cage?” Riz calls, waving to the door.

“Maybe next time.” He calls back, tipping his beer back again.

“Reyes, wanna fuck around and get arrested?” You call, standing at the door.

“Nah, ‘m goo—“ he spins so fast the bar stool falls from under him and he faces you. “No fuckin’ way.” He murmurs, closing the distance between you in almost three strides, grabbing you and holding you tight against him. He squeezes so hard you start to tap his back, signaling he’s crushing you. “I’m so sorry. Coco told me what really happened. He told me what she did. That she’s deserved to tossed out. I’m really sorry, miel. Tell me how to make it better.” He whispers, letting you pull him outside. The cool night air swirls around the two of you as he looks into your eyes for a moment. He finds a lust and longing he’s not sure how he’d never seen it before.

“Angel, I don’t wanna fuckin’ talk about that shit.” You whisper, shaking your head. “This was a fuckin’ mistake. I knew I shouldn’t have come.” You start towards your Harley, but Angel grabs you and you tumble back to his chest. He leans down and presses a warm kiss to your lips. His hand caressing the curve of your body as he slides down and grips your ass.

Gasping, you grab his neck as he hoists you up. Wrapping your legs around him, he walks the two of you backwards towards the weigh shed. Sitting you on the counter, he grabs the squeaky old swivel chair, dusting it off and pulling down his jeans boxers, his cock hitting his stomach.

“Angel-“

“Take off your shorts, miel. I want you sit on my dick.” He demands, his husky voice washing over you. Stammering, you yank off your shorts and draw your shirt over your head.

“You’re so fucking hot.” You whisper in his ear, the tip of your tongue tracing the outer edge of his ear as he positions himself at your core,, stimulating your swollen clit. Gasping again, you give a soft moan and sink down on his thick, huge cock. “Christ, bet this is just like you dreamed.” You hush, teasing him as you slowly slide up and down.

“It doesn’t even compare, babygirl.” He husks, his hands smoothing up and down your thighs as you ride him, your hair tossed over your shoulder. “Shit, kiss me again, baby. I fuckin’ love you.” He murmurs, pulling you in for another kiss. Slowly you feel the heat pooling in your stomach and you grip his shoulders tightly. “Yes baby, come for me. Come on. Yes, oh fuck.” Your walls pulsate against his throbbing cock as he thrusts up to meet your rolling hips. “I’m close.”

“Cum for me, Angelito. Please. Please come, baby.” You moan in his ear, pushing him over the edge, hot cum filling you and dripping down your thighs.

“Christ, Y/N. I’m so fuckin’ sorry. I should’ve just told you how I felt. Fuck, that was amazing.” He whispers, pulling you down to rest against his bare chest, shivering as a cool breeze rustles around you.

“Angel, I really do love you. A lot. I’d do anything for you.”

“I know. I don’t want you beating up any more hookers without me there to cheer you on, babes.” He chuckles, pulling your shirt on and wrapping his plaid around your shoulders.

“Shut up. You should’ve seen me, Angel. I dragged that bitch out by her hair, slammed her into a trunk. Broke her fuckin’ nose. It was badass.” You mockingly swing at his nose, but he sends you into a fit of giggles and blushing as he presses warm sweet kisses to lightly scarred knuckles, holding your fist in his hand as he does so.

“I love you so much, miel.”

“Oh yeah? Mister ‘you’re jealous I dicked boobs for brains and not you’?” You mock, pinching his cheeks as the two of you walk towards the clubhouse, Angel’s arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders.

“I promise you, I definitely fantasized about you doing a lot more than that.” He chuckles, holding the door for you.

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lustinglilac · 4 years

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Everything About You

A/N: This is a long one but, I’ve been meaning to post it, just hadn’t had the time to edit it until now! It’s a couple of different parts happening over a span of 3 days leading up to them finally getting together. (Not based on any episode in particular)

Pairing: EZ Reyes x OC (Nestor’s sister)

Warnings: blood, death, shooting, guns, strong language, brief sexual harassment, 18+, smut, choking, oral (m/f receiving), vocal EZ, unprotected sex.

Word count: 33.1 k (sorry, I couldn’t stop typing)

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Thursday, 2:15 PM She rolled over in her empty bed, sighing, plain white sleep shirt rising over the curve of her ass.

“Fuck!” She was going to be late to Miguel’s interrogation. Her phone had at least five missed calls from her brother and three messages from her boss, Miguel.

She braced herself for the angry man on the other line as she finally called him back, “Where the fuck are you, Nic?” Her brother’s voice coming through tight on the other side.

“Nestor, fucking relax. I just got up.” She admitted cringing at her words, hopping on one leg trying to put on her pants and talk to him at the same time. She stumbled over the mess of laundry she had on the floor of her room, kicking it to the side to deal with later.

“Hurry the fuck up. The guys are going to be here soon and I can’t have my right hand not show up.” He hangs up abruptly, not giving her a chance to respond. He could be so frustrating at times.

She looked at her outfit in the mirror before brushing her teeth and fixing her hair to look somewhat presentable.

She knew Miguel’s cartel dressed to the nines but, in all honesty, she couldn’t be bothered right now considering she was too late to pick out a decent outfit, going for a more laid back option.

2:35 PM She had a few more minutes before she had to show up, taking her chances, grabbing the keys to her Cadillac and running out the door. She stopped at their local Starbucks, the drive thru line surprisingly empty. Luck was definitely on her side today as she ordered her espresso and paid, downing the tiny cup in two gulps.

“Si tú me llama'. Nos vamo' pa' tu casa. Nos quedamo' en la cama. Sin pijama, sin pijama.” The radio played softly in the background, making her hum along; she came to a halt at the shady spot where people did not make it out alive most of the time.

It was three o’clock on the dot as she cursed under her breath, throwing her empty Starbucks cup on the ground and walking quickly into the building; her breathing never faltering thanks to her rigorous exercise routine.

“She’ll be here, Miguel, she was just running an errand for me—“ Nestor’s voice sounded as she rounded the corner, coming to a halt at the gate.

“I’m here.” She smiled, panting slightly, as twelve pairs of eyes landed on her. Some widened, others more dark as they looked at her from head to toe, eyeing her body. She walked past the men closest to the gate, the Mayans, excusing herself and making her way towards her boss.

Nestor shook his head, running a hand down his face as Miguel all but frowned at her. He had known her and Nestor since they were younger, always having their backs because he knew they always had his. Miguel smiled, pulling her in for a kiss on the cheek as she gladly accepted before flipping off her brother behind Miguel’s embrace.

“Gonna let me get one last fuck in before I die, Galindo? How fucking thoughtful of you.” A strangled voice seethed to her left as the room was stunned into dead silence now.

She bit her lip anxiously, closing her eyes, huffing quietly as Miguel held a firm grasp on her as not to let her interfere with what was going to happen next.

“Hijo de puta— what the fuck did you just say?” Nestor abandoned his position at the table of weapons altogether narrowing his eyes at the perpetrator, tied up to the pew and struggling to breath.

“Hermano—“ Her voice coming out small in the room full of men. She knew what he was about to do. The man on the wooden pew messed with the wrong Oceteva as realization dawned across his bloody face.

“That’s his sister?!” A muffled voice from one of the men in leather vests gasped before being shut up by another older gentleman.

“Please— I-I didn’t know! Please!” Nestor had already brought his gun to the traitor’s temple, pulling the trigger without hesitation. She flinched slightly as the man’s body lay limp on the seat, Nestor telling his men to clean up the mess.

“Sorry you had to hear that—“ Miguel apologized sincerely, patting the younger woman on the shoulder as she shrugged. She was used to seeing and hearing worse from men who thought she was just another easy girl, Nestor always coming to her defense when it did happen though. She’d always told him, “Nestor, I can handle myself.” Yet, he couldn’t help but be protective. She was his baby sister after all.

“It’s fine. What can I do for you, though?” She crossed her arms over her chest as she watched her brother’s movements behind Miguel. He was pissed the fuck off, to say the least.

“I’d like to introduce you to my newest hires.” He walked her over to the stunned men in the corner, who wouldn’t dare make eye contact with her. Hell, not after what just happened. She smiled tightly, despite wanting to roll her eyes at their sheepish behavior.

“They will be working with us, reporting back any suspicious activity going on that we may have missed. Although that is highly unlikely.” He stated matter of factly making her nod her head in agreement. “Gentlemen, this is Nicole Oceteva, Nestor’s second in command and his sister.” Miguel kept his naturally stoic posture as he introduced her.

“Pleasure to meet you, Miss Oceteva. We look forward to working with you.” She read the name tag of the person who had spoken to her, choosing his words carefully, Presidente.

“Please, call me Nicole.” She smiled warmly, sticking out her hand for him to shake. “I look forward to getting to know all of you.”

EZ furrowed his brows, eyeing her warily. How the hell had she been so comfortable after what just happened minutes ago?

“Bishop.” The older man returned her smile as he turned around to his crew and introduced them, “This is Riz, Taza, Tranq, Gilly.” He pauses to let them shake her hand hesitantly, “Coco, Angel, and EZ.” The younger looking Mayans more confident in stretching out their hands for her to shake.

She couldn’t take her eyes off of EZ as he had been introduced, his touch lingering the longest. She pulled away from his warm grasp on her hand immediately at the sound of her brother’s voice, “Nicole—“

Miguel let her go as he stayed behind, whispering something to the Mayans that had to do with business no doubt.

EZ had felt the same, he felt a spark run up his hand as soon as she had taken it. He knew she could sense it, too. He watched her walk away, the sway of her hips distracting him, until Miguel cleared his throat, nearly catching him staring.

“You didn’t need to do that, Nestor—“ She huffed as the dead body had been taken away seconds ago, eyeing the pew in which it once lay.

He scoffed, stubborn as ever, “Nah, he deserved it, trust me. Next time, you come here on time, even earlier than when I tell you, I don’t want you slipping up again, understand?” He looked down at her shorter frame, trying to intimidate her but he knew better than that.

“Mhmm.” She mocked. They both knew she probably wasn’t going to kick her habit because Miguel was too lenient when it came to her, he loved her like his own sister considering he never had one, she was the closest thing.

The Mayans were long gone by now as Miguel strode back to the siblings in his tailored suit.

“Everything okay?” Miguel scanned her face for any signs of distress as she nodded confidently, attempting to grab one of the guns from her brother’s array of weapons.

“Yes. How’s Emily? And my nephew?” She asked eagerly as Nestor slapped her hand away, making her pout and turn back to her boss.

“They’re doing well. Your nephew misses you, Nicole, don’t be a stranger. You are always welcome in our home. In fact, I have a charity event set up for this weekend, I would love for you to be there.” Miguel spoke as one of his men put on his suit jacket for him, straightening it out.

She contemplated her decision for a moment, tossing her hair to the side, “She’ll be there. I could use the help anyway.” Before she even had a chance to answer, her brother had spoken for her.

“Great. Saturday night, six o’clock sharp.” Smoothing down his collar, he turned on his heel and exited the building. She grinned politely until he was out of sight and then turned to frown at her brother.

“You’re not my lawyer, I don’t understand why you need to answer for me.” She stomped her foot like a child.

“When you start acting right, I’ll consider it.” Nestor huffed and fixed the holsters hanging under his arms.

“You literally embarrassed me in front of those guys! Three of which were so fucking cute!” She clenched her jaw tightly, wanting nothing more than to shove him into the wall for being so protective.

“Hey, watch your mouth.” He raised his eyebrows at her confession. “I won’t let you get involved with some lowlife who worships his bicycle.”

She could not believe how persistent her brother was, “Pretty sure they’re motorcycles. And next time don’t bother calling me when I’m running late. I’ll show up when I want to.” She turned away from him and strutted out of the stuffy room and into the daylight, Nestor hot on her heels.

“You stopped for coffee? Really, Nic?” He scoffed as he kicked the discarded paper cup towards her.

“I was thirsty!” She grumbled and slammed her car door shut, thanking God she didn’t have to see him until at least the night before Miguel’s gala. It’s not that they didn’t have a good relationship as brother and sister but he did manage to get on her nerves, a lot of the time.

She finally calmed down and put her car into reverse, backing out into the street, deciding on not heading home just yet. She made her way past the busy streets, traffic hitting hard at this time of the day. She finally got to where she wanted, pulling over into the designated parking spot.

She needed to find a decent dress for Saturday, she couldn’t show up in just anything. And if her favorite Mayan, at the moment, was going to be there Nicole definitely wanted to step up her game.

She was welcomed immediately into the air conditioned boutique, as the ladies had come to recognize her since the few times she’d shopped there with Emily.

“Nicole, what can we do for you?” The store manager smirked as she stalked towards her favorite customer. Nicole didn’t respond just yet as she eyed the rack of new dresses that hadn’t even been taken out of their plastic bags.

“Hmmm... I need a dress. Preferably long, preferably blue. Nothing too revealing but also, I don’t wanna look like a nun.” She raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow as the staff scrambled to find her what she’d just described.

She took a seat on the plush sofa as they presented her dress after dress, flipping through them like pages of a magazine. Until one finally caught her eye, it was gorgeous right down to the detailing. It was the only one that had been on an actual mannequin.

“I’ll take it.” Nicole was floored by the way it looked on the mannequin and to be honest, she couldn’t wait to wear it. She’d have to find a way to conceal her thigh holster in it considering that the hip-high slit left little to be desired. Nestor was going to flip out, but she didn’t care. She wanted it more than anything.

“And it’s just your size. It was meant to be, Nicki.” The manager held her hand out greedily to take her credit card, swiping it and packing the dress neatly into a box, handing her the bag.

“Muchas gracias, chicas.” She blew them a kiss and walked out into the warm air of her town once again.

She couldn’t wait to get home to try on the dress, speeding off in the direction of her house. Nicole grabbed her belongings and headed inside, dead bolting her door and running down the hall to her room.

She stripped off her clothes leaving her in a black lace thong and her bra, taking the dress out and placing it up against her body, the smooth silk fabric rubbing against her skin softly. She slipped it on with ease, the fabric tightening at her waistline and flowing loosely down the back of her legs.

Nicole picked up her thigh holster, securing it around her thigh to test it, it would definitely not be concealed but she’d have to deal with the consequences if she wanted to wear this stunning piece. And she really did.

With a soft sigh, she took the dress off carefully, placing it back in its box for safe keeping.

Nicole walked down the hall to her spacious kitchen, preparing herself a bowl of pasta and sunk down into the couch to enjoy it. Before she knew it, she’d dozed off with the TV playing in the background, a small blanket draped over her body. ••• “You got a deathwish? Hey, EZ—“ Angel was fuming as his brother had pissed him off yet again.

“What?” The younger Reyes turned around abruptly, glaring at Angel.

“Don’t do it man, I saw that look in your eyes. Nestor’s sister, don’t fucking do it.” He warned him as Ezekiel scoffed loudly.

“What look? I didn’t do shit, Angel. Tranquillo.” He was getting defensive and Angel knew better than to press him. Not yet at least.

“She’s the competition. You never fuck the competition.” Coco piped up from his spot at the bar, downing his beer in a few quick sips.

“What do you know about competition, loco?” Gilly couldn’t help but comment.

“Matter fact, what do you know about fucking?” Angel waited for a reply from the Mayan, grunting amusedly when he didn’t get one, “That’s what I thought.”

“Blowing this out of proportion, as always.” EZ was beyond angered at the way they spoke about a woman they barely even knew. He wondered if she’d be there Saturday night.

They’d been invited to Miguel’s gala as a second pair of eyes and ears. Bishop hesitantly accepted since he knew it wouldn’t really be their scene but, they were desperate for money so they took the invite anyway.

EZ was tired from the day’s events, slipping out of the clubhouse, driving his bike all the way to his father’s, settling in for the night. ••• “Nicki! Open the door!” A loud banging on her front door interrupted her training session, pausing her music making her huff loudly running to answer it at the sound of her brother’s voice.

“What, Nestor?!” She swung the door open aggressively, wiping the sweat off of her brow and going back to her workout in the spare room.

He came in with two other guards she hadn’t seen before, she figured they were new hires considering the event was going to be packed with strangers and it was being held in Miguel’s own home.

Nestor held up a blueprint of the mansion to her face, “We need to go over the layout.”

She sighed loudly, stopping her assault on the punching bag and looking between him and the two new members, “I’m listening.”

“We keep it tight, secure, we have eyes and ears in every corner of the room, got it?” Nestor laid the paper flat on the desk in front of them, “This hallway right here has no cameras, it’s a weak spot, that’s where Nicole will be positioned. You two, front entrance, ID guests and make sure their names appear on the list.” He spoke aggressively, making sure his crew heard every word of the plan.

“This,” She motioned to the group, “Could’ve been a group FaceTime, Nestor, not a house visit.”

“That’s what I said.” One of the new guys snorted, earning a death stare from his boss.

She rolled her eyes at the way the man shut up immediately, apologizing to Nestor, not daring to look at him.

“Yes! Thank you, he gets it!“ She turned to the young man bold enough to speak back to her brother, “Don’t let him intimidate you.” She winked.

“That’s enough!” Nestor’s hand coming down harsh onto the wooden desk, crumpling up the blueprint, “I’ll see you on Saturday Nicole, and don’t be fucking late.” With that, he and his men left her home letting her get back to her activities.

She locked the door behind them, downing a water bottle, breathing quite heavily as she checked her phone for any new messages.

With a heavy sigh, she got up from the couch, heading for her shower to cool off. She needed to do her nails, picking a nice red color from her selection of nail polishes before stepping into the mist of water.

She washed off the sweat, shaving off the thin layer of stubble that had accumulated on her legs before doing the same to her underarms. She stepped out, drying off her body and applying some moisturizing cream, she sat at her vanity concentrating on shaping and filing her long nails perfectly.

Once she was pleased with the way they’d come out, she waited until they were dry to start touching anything. She needed to get her things ready for tomorrow evening.

She neatly folded her clothes and placed them in their respective drawers before tidying up her bed. She would have to be on high alert the whole night considering she had one of the weaker spots to guard. She picked out an outfit to wear for the remainder of the day, settling on a black shirt and a pair of cargo pants with sneakers.

She forgot that she promised her brother she would have dinner with him tonight, checking the time in order to start cooking something up to bring over to his place.

Dinner time rolled around, Nicole grabbing her belongings and heading over to Nestor’s. He didn’t live far, about fifteen minutes away by car; they used to live together until Nicole wanted to have her own space and Nestor his which was understandable.

“Qué pasó?” She smiled as he opened up the door to his lavish home, not a speck of dust anywhere.

“Hey. Thought you wouldn’t show.” He leaned down to kiss her on the cheek, ruffling her hair slightly and taking the glass tupperware from her hands.

“You ready for tomorrow night?” She spoke, setting up the island with two plates and utensils, uncovering her food. She hummed pleasantly as the smell filled her nostrils.

Nestor looked at her, “Yeah, we have everything secured. What are you wearin’?” He asked her around a mouthful of salad.

“A dress.” She tried to divert the attention to another subject, “You?”

“Okay, why’re you actin’ so weird? What color? Maybe I’ll match with you.” He laughed loudly at the disgusted look on her face, not that he was planning to match with her but it was funny to rile her up.

“Don’t even. People already think we look like twins, let's not give them another reason to add to the list.” She scoffed.

They wrapped up their dinner silently, getting comfortable on each end of one of his couches, watching whatever movie was playing on TV. The siblings enjoyed one another’s company, as much as they won’t admit it, because growing up they only really ever had each other.

It was getting dark out and Nicole really didn’t wanna be falling asleep at the wheel, calling it a night as Nestor walked her to the door, “See you tomorrow, hermana. Get home safe.”

Before she could respond, a knock at the door startled her as she looked at her brother with a curious expression, “You expecting someone?”

“Ah shit. It’s the bike riders.” He opened the door up, revealing the same men she’d seen yesterday, smiling at them over Nestor’s shoulder.

Her eyes scanned the group of them for EZ, not being able to tell who was who underneath their helmets and the fact that it was quite dark out.

“Nestor, can we talk?” Bishop spoke calmly. Nestor grunted a response, seeing his sister out in order to handle the business until she protested, wanting to hear what they had to say.

“Absolutely. What about?” Nicole stood at the doorway, questioning the older man. Bishop looked over his shoulder at his club, looking back to the siblings with a grin.

“Nicole— I excused you. You can go.” Nestor pointed his stare at her, motioning for her to leave.

She scoffed, raising her eyebrows, wanting so badly to argue with him right now but deciding not to, “Ugh. You’re fucking annoying, and don’t forget it. Goodbye.” She stomped her foot, huffing in frustration as Nestor snickered obnoxiously at her attitude.

“What did you want to talk about?” Nestor’s hushed voice sounded behind her.

She was barely watching where she was going as she headed to her car, catching herself before she bumped into a mass of muscle, “Excuse me.” She whispered harshly, looking up at the figure.

It was him. Her breath caught in her throat, she was flustered for the first time and if anyone knew Nicole, they knew she never got flustered that easily.

“Sorry.” EZ coughed, moving out of her way, a few snickers were heard behind him.

“No, don’t be. My fault, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” She bit her lip, watching him shift his eyes between her and her brother at the door who hadn’t noticed their interaction yet.

“All good.” EZ smiled down at her smaller frame, mentally face palming himself for his lame choice of words. All good? Really, Ezekiel?

“Well, have a goodnight. See you around.” Her eyes held a glimmer of hope that he’d return the same words.

“Yeah, see you around.” He breathed out, keeping his distance, just as Bishop had finished conversing with Nestor.

With that, she left the scene, hot and bothered, all eyes on her due to the interaction that just occurred. ••• Slipping on the beautiful silk fabric, she secured her gun to her thigh holster, trying to conceal it as best as she could; the thigh high split really brought attention to that part of her legs.

Nicole was almost ready to go, checking often to make sure her brother hadn’t arrived to pick her up yet. She made sure her purse had all of her essentials in it and put on one more coat of lip gloss just for safe measure. She figured she wasn’t going to get on Nestor’s nerves tonight considering it was a huge event and it was important to Miguel.

She slipped on her heels, making sure they were snug before heading down the hall slowly, adjusting her dress every now and then. Her hair flowed down her back, makeup kept to a minimum as not to overpower the color and details on her dress.

Nestor was outside with his men, honking once to signal his arrival just as she closed the door behind her and turned around, eyes following her every move to the waiting car.

“Where’s the rest of your dress?” Here he goes again. She rolled her eyes at his old fashioned thinking, flipping him off and settling into the passenger seat, smiling over her shoulder at two of their men who occupied the backseat.

“Not even a ‘Hi Nicole, how are you?’ ‘Oh, Nicole you look beautiful’.” She hit his shoulder.

Nestor scoffed, continuing to drive for another few minutes before pulling up to the lavish mansion. It was a quarter to six when they’d arrived and some guests had already begun populating the front yard, waiting to be checked by security.

She opened her door, swinging her legs out as elegantly as possible, trying not to catch the dress on anything. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she strutted past the front door with Nestor and his posse, winking to the two younger men who had been at her house the other day.

Miguel turned around upon hearing the doors open, “Que bonita. You look beautiful, as always.” He marveled at the young woman, pulling her in for a kiss on the cheek just as Emily emerged with her son on her hip.

“Nicole! Oh my goodness.” Emily gawked at her from head to toe, eyes wide as she took in what she was wearing.

“Hey! I missed you!” They hugged each other tightly.

Nicole placed a kiss on her nephew’s cheek as he smiled at her, “I cannot get enough of that face. Look how big you got!” She cooed.

The ladies had a lot to catch up on since the last time they’d seen each other, gossiping and laughing occasionally as guests poured in. Her eyes searching every now and again for the soft brown ones she’d grown accustomed to.

She kept a watchful eye out for that hallway Nestor had positioned her to, making sure no one went out of their sight of vision. After an hour of chatting with guests and receiving multiple compliments, and some stares due to her scandalous dress, he finally decided to show up.

Her breath caught in her throat as she turned around, facing the handsome man who wore all black and he looked damn good. She bit her lip absentmindedly as she watched him, easily slip through the crowd, not once leaving his club’s side.

“You’re drooling, hermana.” Nestor nudged her, smirking once he caught sight of who it was she was staring at.

She gasped, “Shut up.” Grumbling something under her breath, she turned around, taking a sip of her drink and conversing with the men at the bar. She threw her head back, laughing at a story, completely missing the fact that some scumbag was trying to talk her up. Though, the boys around the bar were quick to shut up, on guard as the sleeze made a scene.

“Beautiful body and easy access? I could have fun with you.” He slurred, bold enough to thrust his hand out to grab her exposed thigh.

She clenched her jaw, shocked that someone had the nerve to come up to her like this, looking around her at the stunned faces, the whole room going silent, as she turned around slowly catching the perp’s hand, twisting it back with a vengeance, moving her body out of the way to slam his head into the wooden bar, pulling him back by his hair as he groaned in pain, nose gushing blood.

“Not so fucking easy now, huh?” She seethed in his ear as she let go of him harshly, the man stumbling back nearly unconscious, guests moving out of the way to let him fall to the ground. He choked on his own tongue as the men behind her pulled him up, dragging his body outside.

“If this motherfucker got blood on my dress—“ She huffed silently checking the fabric for any signs of red spots. She sighed out of relief once she saw that her dress hadn’t been dirtied.

“You good?” Nestor came to her side immediately, making sure his sister was okay before proceeding to deal with the drunken bastard outside.

She smiled politely at the people still staring, making her way to the hallway that she was securing, knowing they wouldn’t know where she was. She needed a second to breath.

EZ had been watching though, the whole ordeal from the moment the man had made a bet with his buddy at the bar that he could land “that hot piece of ass” and it made his blood boil but he wasn’t going to make a scene. Her expression was deadly, he noted, as she turned around to face the bastard. He was stunned but kind of turned on at the fact that she was able to handle her own.

“Man, I wouldn’t wanna fuck with her.” Coco had commented next to him as they were taking the drunkard out of the room. EZ simply grinned, watching as Nicole composed herself and walked off, eyes following her body the whole way down a dark hallway.

“I’m gonna go find the bathroom.” He downed the rest of his drink, fixing his jacket as he stood, looking around discreetly making sure no one saw him follow her.

There they were, together, in a secluded corridor of Miguel’s mansion, tension at an all time high.

Her eyes had to be deceiving her as she gasped, looking at the man standing in front of her, “You lost?” She asked him, pretty eyes widening as he shook his head sheepishly.

“Nah, I’m right where I wanna be, actually. You okay? I saw what happened—“

She stepped closer, almost closing the space between them, heat radiating off both of their bodies, “I’m okay. Nothing I couldn’t handle.” She shrugged nonchalantly, meeting his gaze once again.

“Good. Just wanted to make sure.” EZ reached his hand out cautiously, holding her small jaw in his much larger hand tilting her head up, “You don’t deserve to be treated like that. I know, better than anyone, this is a man’s world, they’re intimidated by you, shit, most of my guys are too. You’re somethin’ else, Nicole.” He inched closer until she melted into him, lips pressing softly into hers.

He pulled away, realizing where he was, “Shit. I’m sorry.” But he wasn’t met with resistance, instead she pulled him back down by the lapels of his suit jacket, whimpering softly when she caught his lip with her teeth.

She pulled back breathlessly, panting slightly, lips swollen and wet, “Fuck me.” Her doe eyes looked up at him, tempting him to take her right then and there.

He groaned lowly, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, if he wasn’t hard two minutes ago, he was definitely rock hard now. His self control was slipping more and more as she took his hand, running it down her body to the thigh high slit that could make any man fall to his knees.

She watched him the whole time, even when she took his long, thick fingers and slid them past her holster and into the flimsy thong covering her pussy, his breath hitching slightly as he felt how fucking wet she was.

She shivered as he finally took control, swiping a finger up her slit collecting the sweet cum that pooled there, bringing his hand out and up to her waiting mouth as she sucked on his fingers, moaning softly around them, shooting a wave of pleasure straight to his cock.

He leaned down to press his lips to her temple, “Are you sure?” He asked her as she let go of his fingers with a pop.

“Yes, please.” She nodded her head waiting for his next move.

He shut his eyes for a second, breathing out, reveling in the way she spoke so politely. She was going to be the death of him, literally and figuratively.

EZ slowly backed her up to the wall, the molding digging into her back as she gasped, pressing his lips to hers once more desperately. He needed to feel her, to taste her right now.

He grunted as she pressed her hips into his, bringing her palm down to cup him through his black slacks, “Fuck, I been wanting this since the day I first saw you. You’re perfect.” He grinned softly at her as she stared up at him, wanting more.

“Then do it, EZ. Ruin me.” She tempted him. He didn’t need to hear anything else after that, eyes clouded with desire as he kneeled down in front of her, grabbing her left calf and placing it on one of his sturdy shoulders.

She literally felt like she was dreaming, she, like him, couldn’t believe this was happening right now. He nudged her clit over her thong, rubbing it till she whimpered for him, pulling down her thong harshly and spreading her lips with his fingers to his hungry gaze.

“Perfect. Everything about you is.” He hummed making her throb, pressing her head into the wall behind her as he leaned in, pressing his tongue flat to her pussy.

“Oh, fuck.” She was a mess above him and he’d barely even started. As per her request, he was definitely going to ruin her.

He licked at her clit, then fucked her with his tongue, adding a single finger to the equation, “That’s tight.” He growled against her, chin wet with her arousal as he continued his assault.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck.” She whimpered, barely catching her breath, the only sound in the hallway was that of her soaked cunt. Her ears were ringing, her vision nearly went black when he curled his finger against that one spot that made her dizzy.

She was dripping, making a mess on his face, and he couldn’t stop, her smell alone enticing him wanting to make her cum at least 4 times with just his mouth.

“Gonna cum?” He hummed, pressing deeper and rubbing her clit even faster as her body tightened and then spasmed without warning, her release covering his hand down to his wrist.

“Oh my god. You were fucking made for that.” She praises him, pulling him up for a searing kiss.

“I could barely get two fingers in you. So fucking tight.” He spoke against her mouth, biting her lip and letting it go making her giggle.

“I wanna return the favor. Please.” She spoke eagerly, cupping him through his pants again. He was huge, she could already tell and it excited her that much more.

“Nah, you don’t have to—“

“But I want to, EZ. I want you to fuck my mouth.” She pouted.

For the second time that night, he’d lost his cool, his desire for her overpowering his mind. She pulled him into the empty spare room that she knew all too well, having spent multiple sleepless nights in there when she had nowhere else to go, when Miguel was kind enough to help her out for a few months before she could stand on her own two feet.

“Woah— whose bed is this? I don’t wanna intrude.” EZ tugged on her hand, making her stop and explain.

“Don’t worry. It used to be mine. No one’s gonna find us, trust me.” She assured him as he eased up only slightly, the dreaded thought of someone catching them still in the back of his mind.

She kicked off her heels, hiking up her dress, getting onto the large bed, “EZ, relax. Wanna make you feel good.” She was level with his face now as she pulled him closer to her and made him sit back against the headboard.

Her eager hands undid his belt buckle and then his zipper, reaching a hand into the waistband of his boxers, feeling his cock pulsate under her touch.

“Fuck.” He grunted breathlessly, helping her pull him out all the way, pushing his pants and boxers down his thighs a little more.

“Shit. You’re big.” She gasped quietly, seeing him in all his glory, his cock fully erect and leaking cum at the tip. She took him into her hand, pumping slowly, biting her lip as she watched him struggle not to thrust into her hand.

He couldn’t take it anymore, beginning to push her head down gently towards his dick, “Gonna take me all the way in your throat? Fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

Nicole let out a satisfied hum at his words, she licked a long line from the underside of his cock to the top, repeating the action again making the Mayan hiss at the divine feeling.

“Keep doing that, yeah, just like that— fuck.” He groaned sending a wave of heat straight to her pussy. As embarrassing as it was, she was wet again just from his words.

She tested the waters, delving deeper, licking and sucking, the slurping noises obscene in the darkness of the room.

He pushed her head down deeper, fingers threading through her hair as he guided her on his length, her tongue never ceasing.

“Mmmm, fuck.” He gasped, jaw going slack as he watched her incredible mouth take what she can of him, her hand doing the rest of the work at his base. He thrusted into her mouth making her gag lewdly around his tip, sending him over the edge for the first time.

She swallowed every last bit of his seed, wiping some spit at the side of her mouth. She unbuttoned his shirt quickly, wanting nothing more than to feel the abdominal muscles underneath and lick at his tanned skin.

She straddled his waist, careful not to step on her dress, the thigh high slit proving to be of use in this situation as she grinded down on his bare cock.

EZ palmed at her breast, pulling down the cup revealing to him a shiny metal bar pierced through the nipple, swiping a calloused thumb across it, making her arch into his rough touch, “So sexy. Wanna fuck you, make you mine, baby.” He licked at it, the coolness of the bar sending a shiver down his own spine.

She took it upon herself to grab at his cock, aligning him with her soaking wet hole, sinking down slowly as both their breathing nearly stopped at the sensation.

“Fuck, yes.” She whimpered as he adjusted his grip on her curvy hips, scrunching up her gown just enough to get a good hold on her to thrust upwards.

“Too fuckin’ tight, shit.” He struggled to catch his breath and bottom out at the same time, inching his way into her making sure she was comfortable enough. He finally bottomed out, staying still for a minute until she clenched around him deliciously, begging him to move.

She whimpered when he finally decided to give a little testing thrust upwards, his cock engulfed in her warm, wet pussy, never wanting to leave. She couldn’t help but let out a breathy moan, the feeling all too much for her to handle.

She grinded down on him one more time before he took matters into his own hands, ridding himself of his dress shirt and placing a chaste kiss to her swollen lips.

“Wanna get a better angle, mi amor— make sure you feel me.” He grunts, pulling himself painfully slowly out of her, leaving her to clench around nothing, her thighs burning.

He placed her legs to the side, helping her slide the dress down her body until it was all the way off, leaning his head down to kiss just above the soft skin of her navel.

She didn’t have a moment to compose herself before she was being coaxed down gently to her hands and knees, ass up in the air for his viewing pleasure.

“EZ, please—“ She let out a breathy moan as the cool air hit her most sensitive spot that he’d been in just a minute prior. He cursed, watching her pussy still clench around nothing and listening to her breathing pick up.

“I got you, sweetheart.” He promised her, placing a soft kiss to the bottom of her spine, making her shiver. She was dripping, her core pulsed with anticipation of what was going to come next from him.

He wrapped a calloused palm around each one of her thighs, spreading her for him, pumping his length once more before inserting himself into her. Her walls stretched to accommodate him, though he couldn’t see it, her face contorted in the pain and pleasure of it all. Her grip on the sheets below her tightened as he pulled her back onto him, making her hiss softly.

“Nicole— shit.” EZ grunted behind her, struggling to catch his breath as she clenched around him wanting him to move already.

He wrapped a hand around her hair, arching her back into him, and thrusted in and out of her tight heat. Her breath caught in her throat, choking on her words at the new position.

“Yes, baby, oh fuck!” She panted, barely able to form any other words.

Ezekiel let go of her hair, bringing his palm to rest against the column of her throat and squeezing a tiny bit, kissing the side of her cheek and groaning into her ear when he felt her pussy squeeze his cock as he’d done so.

Oh, so she was into that shit? Ezekiel smirked against her cheek, choking her just enough, bringing his other hand down to rub harsh circles into her clit. Her nails sunk into the wrist between her thighs when her body almost gave out, writhing with pleasure as he held her tightly against him.

“Don’t fucking stop— oh my god.” Her throat raw from the activities as she continued to meet his thrusts, feeling the swollen head of his dick press against her g-spot vigorously with every snap of his hips.

“Let go— cum for me, baby.” EZ sighed in her ear, the fingers on her sensitive clit never easing up. He felt her body tense, milking his cock for all it was worth as she came.

“Where the fuck did she go?” A muffled voice accompanied by footsteps sounded in the hallway.

“Shit—“ She was panting and gasping as she came down from her high but he had yet to find his own release.

“Can you stay quiet for me? Hmmm?” EZ whispered, pulling out of her swollen, dripping cunt and flipping her onto her back. She nodded wordlessly as he penetrated her once more.

“Feel so fucking good— wanna stay here forever with you.” The Mayan grunted, placing a kiss to the inside of her thigh, thrusts never slowing down as he chased his own orgasm.

She let a loud moan slip between her lips. EZ clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes rolled back as the tight feeling in the pit of her stomach returned. She was about to cum for the third time that night.

The snap of his hips began to get sloppier, eventually tempting him to pull out, thick white cum painting the lower half of her abdomen.

“Wow—“ She gasped softly before being cut off.

The door handle to the room they were currently using jiggled, his eyes flitting between her and the locked door. He huffed quietly, pulling on his boxer briefs and helping Nicole slip on her thong.

“EZ—“

“Ezekiel— my name’s Ezekiel.” He whispered, smiling at her.

“Ezekiel— I really enjoyed this. Us. And I don’t want it to be a one time thing—“ Her eyes held a glint of hope that he’d felt the same way.

“Yeah, me too.” He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her softly. Before they even had time to react, the door swung open harshly.

“Get the fuck out. Right now.” Nestor’s voice deadly as the two of them pulled away. She barely even had her dress on, grabbing the comforter off the bed and shielding herself from her brother’s view and the extra eyes behind him.

“Nestor wait—“ Her voice wavered, she couldn’t look him in the eye, especially not now.

“Nah— get fucking dressed. Party’s over.” Nestor seethed, glaring at the half naked man standing next to his sister, “I’m not done with you yet, puto.”

With that, he and his men left them to get dressed. Ezekiel shook his head, mind racing a thousand miles a minute.

“I’m so fucking sorry.” She sighed, wiping away the single tear that ran down her face.

“Hey, hold on, what’re you sorry for?” He took her jaw in his palm holding it gently and caressing the skin of her cheek, “Family is family. He’s always gonna worry about you, he’s your brother. Believe me, I know more than anyone.”

“I’m honestly surprised he didn’t shoot me—“ He chuckled lightly, trying to lighten the mood.

“I wouldn’t have let him.” She sniffled, shutting her eyes for a split second before composing herself.

“Oh, yeah? My protector, huh?” He smiled down at her, kissing the top of her head, taking her smaller hand in his and walking out of the room.

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Headcanon: Jealousy

A/N: Hello everyone! Hope the start of your week has been going well! Finally decided to do a headcanon. This is my first one, so I hope I did okay! This was really fun to do!

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Every club party, you were always right beside Angel. You were his fiancé after all, it was your rightful place.

Angel and you had a routine, if he drank one party, you drank at the next. Or basically one gets fucked up while the other got mildly fucked up.

But on the rare occasion you two came to a club party pissed off at one another, everyone was prepared for tempers to fly and for war.

You were level headed and Angel really had to try hard to get you riled up.

But Angel?

Fucking forget about me.

Angel was a hot headed individual at baseline, but involve you? His fuse was shorter.

Which was why he was currently downing his third shot in the last thirty minutes.

“You want to slow down there brother?” Taza advised Angel as he downed his third shot in the last thirty minutes.

“Naw, I’m good.” Angel shook his head, watching as you took Riz around town at the pool table. You were ridiculously good at pool and it was the way Angel met you. Oddly enough, it wasn’t in Santo Padre. You two met in Los Angeles while he was hanging around Koreatown with Coco and Gilly. Gilly had a few cousins who lived around there and he decided to come with.

You happened to be Gilly’s cousin and after that fateful night, you two were inseparable. It’s been six years and now, you two were engaged. Angel popped the question the day after your nursing school graduation and you couldn’t be any happier.

But even though you were engaged, Angel was a possessive man and he hated how these motherfuckers watched you, even Riz.

He was his brother no doubt about that, but he knew that Riz tried to sway you his way before Angel ever came in the picture.

To see you playfully laughing with him, it ticked Angel off.

Usually when you mess with Coco, Gilly, EZ and Creeper, Angel was cool.

But just the fact Riz even tried to get at you before, it just wasn’t cool with him.

He poured himself another shot, downing it once more. Taza watched Angel and just shook his head. “Don’t let jealousy consume you Angel, you don’t want an unnecessary fight with your girl.”

“Oh, I’m peachy, no fights whatsoever.” He requested for a beer, which EZ gave him with hesitance. “I’m fine.” Angel watched as Riz’s eyes drifted over to your ass as your dress slightly hiked up when you were making your shot.

Angel could hold his alcohol, but taking shot after shot would eventually get to someone.

You saw the dark look on Angel’s face, the excitement running through your body was hard to ignore.

You liked pushing Angel’s buttons for petty fights. After all, slow paced, sweet talking Angel making love to you was amazing, but pissed off, rough paced, dirty talking Angel was something fucking else.

It kept your sex life exciting.

Besides, this all started because of how greatly your dress accentuated your assets.

“I thought I told you I don’t share,” he whispered into your ear as he took the pool cue from you.

The faint smell of alcohol on his breath.

Angel was bolder with liquid courage on him.

“Don’t recall that conversation.” You shrugged.

“Keep fucking with me and see what happens when I get you all alone.” Angel growled into your ear.

But you didn’t heed his warning.

After you beat Riz and he gave you a hug that lasted a little longer than Angel liked

Once Riz pulled away and was led away by another club hang around, Angel wrapped his arms around you from behind, nipping at your ear. “Daddy is about show you who this fucking pussy belongs to.”

Looking back at him, you saw the lust in Angel’s eyes.

You felt yourself become wet at that.

You were in trouble.

Tears welled up in your eyes as Angel denied you from coming again. You were tied up, your hands resting on your stomach as Angel continued to lap at your folds, purposely passing your clit.

“Daddy, please, I’m sorry.” You cried out, trying your best to push his head away, but the restraints were preventing you. You laid on your bed, back arched.

“Look at you, acting like a little brat and now you’re trying to run from daddy.” He plunged his finger inside you once again, three fingers in.

You moaned out his name, shaking your head back and forth, the familiar feeling in your abdomen has been stationary.

“You wanna come princesa, you gonna be a good girl for daddy?” Angel slowed the pace of his finger, loving the feeling of your walls trying to suck in his fingers and how wet you were.

“Yes daddy, I’ll be a good girl.”

Angel smirked. He began to fuck you with his fingers in a come hither motion, your breathing was increasing, the fire pooling low in your abdomen was torturous, but Angel was going to let you come.

A few rubs on your clit had you crying out Angel’s name, tears streaming down your face due to the overstimulation. Angel gave your pussy good lick before he hovered over you, kissing you to show you how good you taste.

“You always taste so fucking good baby girl.”

You felt lightheaded, feeling as if you were in a daze.

With your hands tied, all you could do was run your fingers through whatever was close by and it was Angel’s abs. Running your nails through your abdomen, letting out a whimper when you felt him rubbing the tip of his dick up and down your folds.

“Daddy, please,” you begged, tugging at your binds. “Please fuck me.”

Angel loved hearing you beg, it was one of his favorite sounds from you.

“You were being such a bad girl earlier.” Angel slid the tip in, remaining stationary at your entrance. The thickness of his cock stretched your tight little hole as it always did, making you moan. You attempted to move, but Angel held you down.

“Are you going to listen to daddy?” He asked you, slamming his cock inside you before sliding back to his initial position.

You gasped as he had slammed into you, groaning in frustration.

“Are you mad baby? Just like how you tried to get daddy upset? You know how I don’t like to share.” He thrusted into you again, going back to his initial position. You clenched as he slipped out, making Angel groan. “You remember that conversation now?” Angel slowly moved in and out of you, his length stretching you in all the good ways, the familiar burn.

“Answer me.” He wrapped a hand around your throat, giving you a slight squeeze.

“Yes daddy,” you whimpered.

“Mirame,” you opened your eyes, groaning at the sight of Angel. He was glistening with sweat, his muscles contracting as he began to speed up his pace.

You began to clench around him, Angel was brushing against your g-spot, and you knew you were fucking close.

“I feel it baby, you’re close.”

And he was too, he was losing his rhythm, but he still kept hitting that spot, making your eyes roll back as you came, crying out Angel’s name in pure pleasure.

“That’s mi princesa, fuck.” He buried himself in you, your walls milking his cock. “Baby, fuck, you’re just milking daddy’s cock.”

You didn’t say anything, just pulling Angel down to meet your lips.

Pinning your hands on either side of your head, he hovered over you, loving the look you had after you came undone for him.

The swollen lips.

The red shade on your cheeks.

The sweat glistening on your body.

The deep breaths you took as you calmed your body down.

And it was all due to him.

“You drive me fucking crazy, mi vida. Getting me all riled up just so I can fuck you roughly.”

You bit your lip, looking down to where Angel was still buried in you.

“I love you, Angel.”

“Te amo, mi amor.”

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Halloween Prank with Riz (October/Halloween Fest) 🖤🎃

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Word count: 666 (I’m not even joking)

Warnings: nothing really, just a little bit spooky!

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It was Halloween night. You and Riz had decided to spend the evening watching horror movies.

Cuddle up on the couch with Halloween snacks and each other. Everything was fine until the power in the house went out. “Well that's not scary at all”. “Don't worry baby. I'll go and fix it. Just stay here. I know how much you hate the basement”. Yeah you really hated the basement so you were thankful that you didn't need to go down there. “Hurry please”. “I'll be right back”.

You took your phone out and put the flashlight on so that you weren't sitting in the complete dark. You waited a while. Why was it taking so long? Surely it couldn't be that hard to fix the lights?

Suddenly you heard a loud scream that sounded like Riz coming from the basement. In a panic you got up to your feet, phone in hand as you called out for him. “Michael! Michael are you alright?” ...... nothing. You tried again to call his name but he didn't answer. Worried that maybe he was injured you made your way to the door of the basement.

Standing at the top of the stairs you shined the light on the steps to see if you saw anything. “Michael.. is everything ok..? I swear to God Riz you better not be messing with me..”. Again nothing.

“Alright I'm coming down”. Slowly starting your descent down the stairs. The wood lightly creaking under your steps. Your heart started to pump faster. What if someone had broken into your house and turned off your lights on purpose to get you both down here to kill you? What if Riz was dead? Fuck why didn't you bring a fucking knife with you.

When you got down you stood still for a few seconds to listen to any sounds. It was quiet as a mouse down there. That made you even more terrified. Making your way to the circuit box, the light of the phone helping you navigate in the pitch dark room.

A chill suddenly ran down your spine. You couldn't shake off the feeling like something was watching you. No, no time to start imagining things. You needed to make sure Riz was ok.

You felt light breathing behind you. Your blood turned cold when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Fuck. This is how you fucking die. Someone had come to kill you. You turned around and was met with a horrifying face. A face of a demon. You screamed. Like they do in the horror movies. You didn't know what to do. So you did the only thing your mind could think of. Getting down to the ground in a fetal position. It was no point in running. You were going to die no matter what.

This had all happened so fast. Maybe only a few seconds. But for you it felt like minutes.

Laughter could be hear and you immediately recognised it as Michael... That little fucking shit. He had scared you so good and he was enjoying himself to the max.

“Are you fucking kidding me Michael?! I almost had a fucking heart attack. I really thought I was going to die. It's not fucking funny! If I brought a knife down with me I would have stabbed you”.

Taking of the demon mask he was still laughing. “Oh you should have seen your fucking face. Absolutely priceless”. “Shithead” you mumbled under your breath. He offered his hand to help you up. You looked at it a little hesitant but accepted in the end. Pulling you up and into a big hug. “I'm sorry baby. But I did prank you really good you have to admit that”. “I fucking hate you”. “I love you too”.

You both stood dead still when you hear a few cans get knocked to the floor. Looking at each other, mouth's wide open. Both of you sprinted as fast as you could out of there.

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❛ ONLY YOURS ❜

with Che ‘Taza’ Romero.

Warnings: nsfw, smut.

Word count: about 2.1k

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“Drop the box”.

The hoarse tone of voice takes you by surprise, along with the lips softly pressed on the back of your neck and the fingertips roaming your skin under the short sleeves of your shirt. Placing the box filled with beers on the bar, your husband makes you turn around surrounding your waist with his arms. It's been a week since he left your hometown and, even if he came back one hour ago, it is the first time you two are alone. The clubhouse is surprisedly empty and looks like he's going to take it in advantage. With your hands getting tangled in his hair, you lean back your head slightly, just to notice how tired he seems after the long trip. But Taza doesn't let you say a word, pressing his lips this time on yours. You have missed him more than you thought, moving them in sync as he guides you backward to the sofa on the farthest corner from the main door.

His legs stay among yours, sitting on his lap without breaking the kiss, not even for a single second. Your husband's hands paw your back without any rush, to make them end up squeezing your ass. Purring against his mouth, your tongues find each other in the air, pressing yours into your cavity. The gesture becomes desperate and supplicant for a little more. And you don't see the moment of hearing him say “let's go home”. His fingers find the way under your skirt, biting your bottom lip, as you take some time to recover the breath. Even so, you're too close, almost lying on Taza's chest. The way he looks at you makes you feel a lot of sensations running through your body: love, desire, necessity, fascination.

“Did you miss me?”

His tone of voice hides some worrying and that's the sweetest thing ever.

“Every single second, Che”. You whisper with a honeyed tone, cupping his cheeks into your palms.

You kiss him again. And again. And again. Short and small kisses all around his lips, until he presses his mouth on yours. Your tongues meet again, traveling down your hands to both sides of his neck, while your husband urges you to swing your hips over the rock in his jeans. You make him grunt, spreading a little more your legs finding more friction.

“Take me home, please…” You beg onto his ear, kissing the sweet spot under it, and pressing it gently with the tip of your tongue.

“I'm gonna take you here, mi amor”. He whispers back, chuckling because he's imagining the look on your face.

“Che…” You sob sitting on his leg.

“I don't fucking care if someone walks in, I'm fucking needed of you and I'm not going to wait till coming home”.

Puckering your lips, Taza squeezes up your ass tightly, with his fingers nailed in them.

“Fuck”. You cry, at the time of closing your eyelids and licking your lips.

One of his hands roams your right thigh, touring your center with his forefinger. Pressing it. Checking that you're already wet, as any time he touches you. No matter how minimal are his caresses. Resting your forehead on his, your husband puts aside your panties to slide his longer finger into you. Having to gulp the soft moan, your breathing becomes irregular. His eyes are glued on your face, watching pleased every gesture you draw on it, watching pleased your parted lips trying to hold every sound in your throat. Taza slides a second one, starting to stretch your walls. After one week without more sex than fingering yourself, it feels mind-blowing. And you can't wait another second. Your hands fly to his belt, ready to undone it and unzip his jeans.

“Don't you wanna play a little?” He mumbles, with a petty smile on the corners of his mouth seeing you so anxious.

“Fuck, no”. You growl, while the moves of his hand are faster.

Even so, it's not enough for any of you. Arching his body for a moment to roll down his clothes, his cock springs free. It takes you just a sight to guide his head to your cunt. You don't need to prepare him, bouncing on it as soon as he pulls out his fingers from your wet pussy. This time, you have to press your lips against his to hush a loud groan. You couldn't forget how good he feels filling you up, but you have been trying for a long, long week to compensate what only your husband provokes in you. Without hurry, you let your walls mold to his thick erection pushing your limits to beyond, enjoying it. You don't care anymore if someone comes in and catches you in action.

Nailing his hands on your hips, Taza urges you again to swing your body over his. Back and forth, you blow on his cock digged into your pussy. His sensible skin continues forcing you slightly, provoking a sweet and delicious sensation within your lower belly that has you gasping continuously. Sinking his face into your neck, he starts a new task in the meantime. The game that his tongue and his teeth play on your skin drawing some hickeys, in his eternal necessity for marking his territory on you, is just an addition to the pleasurable situation.

At first, your dance was low, calm, but you can't handle it. You can't help it. The pace becomes faster and deeper, like your shaky breaths and your chests going from above to below trying to fill your lungs with some air.

“Fuck, mi amor, keep goin' just… like that”.

Lying to the backrest of the sofa, nailing his fingers in both sides of your waist, you place yours tangled in the black shirt under his kutte. Your moves make his hard dick hit your g-spot with no mercy, with non stop, also provoking your vocals to be somewhat louder.

“You like it, ah?” He teases you, keeping your gaze with his. “Have you missed it?”

“Yes… so fucking much”. You sob nodding some times.

His huge and ringed fingers travel to your throat, as the others get secured on your lower back. Arching your spine slightly, you find a new feeling as you speed up. Your hands wrap his wrist and his tattooed forearm, closing your eyes and maintaining your attention only in the sensations roaming your body. Almost jumping on his cock, Taza can't help but start to move in sync with you a little desperate. He needs more from you. He always needs more from you.

Barely happening in one second, he makes you lie down on your back, to settle himself better between your legs on the sofa. One of them surrounds his waist, nailing his fingers there with the others end up on your middle back. Burying his cock deeper among your warm lips and pressing his pelvis as much as he can, sinking you a little into the sofa, he drinks every gasp that escapes from your lips.

“You're gonna be the death to me, sweetheart…” Taza growls brushing your skin. “So damn tight… So damn stifling… So fucking warm, mi amor…”

“Fu—”.

“OH, SHIT! SORRY, BROTHER!”

Bishop's voice and Riz laughs echoes around the clubhouse living room, interrupting your furtive adventure for a second, suddenly slamming the door.

“Tell the prospect to not let anyone come in”.

You can hear El Presidente's chuckles, as their steps abandon the porch to the crowded yard. Your cheeks are burning, hiding your face into your husband's neck as he breaks into laughs.

“It's not funny!” You sob ashamed, slapping his right shoulder.

“Yeah, it is”. He laughs louder, resting his forehand on the armrest, before looking for your lips some seconds after.

“No, stop… I wanna go home, Che”. You complain to his kisses.

“C'mon, mi amor… No one is gonna come. No one but my beautiful wife”. Smirking at you, seems like he has convinced you, pulling back his body to hit yours again.

He can't deny that the fact of having been caught by his brothers, finding you moaning and cursing this loud because of him, has set him on fire. Taza thrusts his cock inside you anxiously, turning the kisses into a dirty one with his tongue exploring your mouth and playing with yours. Growling because of the rough and fast pace your husband produces, your breathing becomes intense, fickle.

“Oh, fuck…” You cry out, tangling your fingers in his hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, cariño… Don't stop, please… Keep doing it just like that”.

He is killing you. He is killing you in the most pleasurable way. Biting his bottom lip, you earn a hoarse howl from his throat.

“You like it, ah? You like how only your husband can fuck you?”

You nod, feeling his right palm being dragged over your dress, until reaching your jaw. Fixing it on a side, his thumb pressed your lips to open them. And you suck it. You lick it with all your desire, increased by the two dark eyes glued on yours and every push pounding your g-spot once and again.

“That's it, mi reina, blow it like you blow my fucking dick”.

His rude tone of voice gives you some shivers down your spin, pulling away his hand from your face to travel it down among your bodies. His wet digit finds your throbbing and unattended clit, stealing you a delighted scream that floods the clubhouse. His fingertip doing circles on your sensible pearl has you about to pass away, strongly closing your eyes when his teeth bite the skin of your neck provoking you a light lash of pain.

“Fuck, Che… I'm gonna cum… Fuck me… Fuck me harder, please…”

These pleas have the impact on him that you were expecting. The filthy dry sound of your skins colliding in a firm and continuing dance, is making your legs shake. You can't help but arch your back when you feel his hot seed shedding inside you, not taking your orgasm more than two seconds to make you explode in a pleased cry. Wrapping his waist with your thighs, you push him deeper. As much deep as your bodies can melt. Your moans find his growls, lips against lips, as your chests crash with the other trying to catch some air. You can feel him filling you up completely. You can feel him clenching your walls. You can feel him beating inside your pussy. And you don't want him to pull his cock out. Not yet. You need him a little more. You don't want him to move, just to stay.

Soon, his kisses strike again. Sweet, tired and dearly kisses pecking your lips, tasting them without having any rush. His body locked among your legs, his arms surrounding your waist.

“I have missed you more than anything, mi vida”. He whispers onto your ear, using that honeyed tone of voice that makes you fall to his feet every time he uses it. “Love of my life… I'm cold whenever you're not with me. I feel lonely in this world when you're away from me”.

His short kisses delineate your jaw with gentle caresses, touching your lips with the tip of his nose slowly.

“I'm completely yours, and only yours”.

You can't help but urge him to kiss you after these words that have squeezed your heart, as any time he's in his romantic mood, tossing your arms around his neck. You can't live without him either. Every single time he has to ride, it's an odyssey for you two. But mostly, for you, staying alone in the big ranch and not knowing when he's going to come back. At least, Che is traveling with his brothers and knows for how long, but you only can wait for him every day and every night. Praying to God to keep him safe.

After a slow session of make out and caresses, your husband pulls his cock out of you, grabbing the bandana on his back pocket to clean you up before himself. And once the two of you can pretend normality, Taza holds your hand to guide you to the outside, so you can share a last beer before going home. But when he's about to grab the doorknob, you push him back. A half-smile on your face, infecting it to him.

“Do you love me?” You whisper leaning on your tiptoes, traveling your hands around his chest.

The mexican shakes his head softly, chuckling with that kind of grin that races your heart. No matter how many years have passed since you met, he always gets you falling for him.

“I don't love anything, or anyone, but you”. He hums pressing a kiss full of dear on your forehead.

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