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imagineredwood · 1 month
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Group HC - The Boys reactions to getting caught stealing your panties 👙
I know. I know. It’s terrible and gross and icky I KNOW 😭😭 but I saw HCs for another shows characters around this idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head and it triggered the memory that this is actually canon for Juice and…yeah. Here we are 🧍🏻‍♀️
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He’s not sorry. Or embarrassed. He loves you, loves everything about you. He thinks you’re the best thing since sliced bread. He worships you and the ground beneath your feet. So why wouldn’t he steal your panties? They’re yours, and they rest against his most favorite part of you all day 🤷🏻‍♀️ He won’t apologize, not even when your face heats up and you cover it with both hands. On the contrary, he probably makes a show of taking one out of the secret pile and sniffing it. He’s nasty, and he knows regardless of how you feel about it, you know he does it out of love and devotion. So he’s ok with it. And he’s not gonna stop.
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He’s ashamed. He knew he shouldn’t have done it. Felt weird and invasive, but he couldn’t help it. He just loves you so much, and he gets lonely when you’re apart, and it smells like you. What else was he supposed to do? He would never cheat, would never even dream of it. But the stress of the club gets to him, especially the more complicated things get, he just needs comfort and relief, and when he saw them laying there in the hamper, he snagged it without thinking. Then he couldn’t stop, even when he knew he should. Even goes as far as offering to take apart the washer saying that maybe the machine is eating them 👀 He apologizes, cheeks tinted red, eyes downcast and hopes you don’t hold it against him. He’ll ask before he takes them next time, scouts honor.
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Like Angel, he’s not embarrassed. He just shrugs, telling you that you’re his girl and your pussy is his, so why can’t he just take them? 🙄 He buys you new pairs every now and then anyway. So he wants to smell you randomly throughout the day, whats the harm in that? He just misses you. And likes to look at the pair and reminisce about times he’s taken them off of you. Is that a crime? He even reaches into his kutte and pulls out the pair that he’s kept on him today to show that it’s no big deal, and they’re the ones from yesterday, you recognize.
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He’s bashful, arguably, but not necessarily embarrassed. It’s more about getting caught than it is the actual act. Like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. He’s not sorry for taking them, he’s just sorry that it’s kinda awkward for you to find the stash. He laughs awkwardly, shrugging it off or trying to anyway. Explains that he just rarely gets time to himself, so he is uses them when he’s alone in Templo to get his mind right. That your scent calms him and helps his focus. He didn’t think you’d mind too much, he just also never expected you to find out.
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He's not sorry in the slightest and he makes sure you know it too. He bought every pair anyway, what's the issue? He could buy you 30 pairs by lunch 🙄 He wasn't up from about it, no, but he also didn't necessarily hide it. It just wasn't entirely in the open. You're respectful and don't go through his stuff in his office so how would you have known he had an entire drawer of his desk with them all collected in there? You'll get over it, a few new lingerie sets will make sure of that.
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The OG of panty stealing and sniffing himself. It’s canon after all. He just can’t help himself. You’re his moon and stars and he just can’t get enough of you. Even when you’re perched in his lap, cockwarming him, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, it’s not enough. He needs to be in your skin. But he can’t. So stealing your panties is the next best thing. It’s a compulsion he can’t fight. God knows he’s tried. And he tells you as much. Lists all of the things he did first to try and not have to submit to that desire. But in the end it didn’t matter. He just needs to have your most intimate article with him at all times. Keeps He doesn’t want you to think he’s a freak but he also just need you to know how much he absolutely loves, adores, and worships you. He’ll even hand over the pair in his pocket if you ask him to.
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He's nonchalant about it. It's just panties. You have a bunch more. Not like you were gonna miss them or something. He just loves you and likes to have something of yours that he can keep nearby when he misses you. One in his pocket, one in the sale bag of his bike tucked away hidden. His stash is dispersed, not because he was necessarily hiding them, but because there's one each place that will serve a purpose.
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Also not embarrassed. Hits you with that famous smirk, his shoulders shrugging as you stare at him waiting for an answer. "Just miss you sometimes, Darlin'. Just somethin' to get me by." Like it's perfectly normal. He left you your favorite pairs after all. He only takes the ones you're not the biggest fan of, so you wouldn't notice as quickly. It's not a big deal, he can give them back. Sometimes he just needs to sit in the chapel with them over his face while he strokes himself before Church so he can make sure he has a level head before this important vote.
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saturnville · 4 months
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I have to be that person for a second. I have released 5-6 fics in the last two weeks. why? because I fed off the love and interaction I was given. when you take the time to appreciate and interact with writers AND their content, they're more enticed and more motivitated to produce more content. so as you prepare to ask a creator to feed you more content, ask yourself if you're taking the time to REBLOG, like, and comment on their work.
thanks again for your guys' support. it pulled me out of a writing slump <3
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Your Biker in Worn Leather
Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader
Category: Angst/Comfort
Word count: 353
Summary: You call EZ to pick you up and his temper goes through the roof at the state you’re in.
Warnings: Mentions of cuts, scratches, and bruises
Part 2
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“Can you please come and get me?” Those words played on loop in EZ’s head, he couldn’t get the sound of your scared voice out of his head. You didn’t tell him what happened or if you were hurt, only where to pick you up from.
Ezekiel was quick to jump on his bike and speed to your location. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, mind racing a mile a second thinking about all the possible scenarios you could be in. By the time EZ finally found you on the side of the street, it was pouring rain and you had no rain coat or umbrella to shield you. As EZ took off his helmet and goggles, he noticed you were shaking and that’s when you immediately raced towards him, throwing your arms around his neck and clinging to him for dear life, not giving him the chance to get off his bike. EZ’s arms instinctively enveloped you in a tight embrace, his hand gently rubbing your back. Neither one of you cared that you were getting drenched and could possibly end up with a cold tomorrow. You needed him, his safety, his protection, and you needed him as close as possible. EZ allowed the hug to last a few more moments. “Let’s get you dry, okay?” He spoke softly, placing a kiss to the top of your head.
You nodded against his shoulder before pulling yourself out of his arms. As you did so, EZ caught sight of the state you were in, a busted lip, bruises decorating your arms, and a red cheek. EZ’s blood boiled more and more as he saw each bruise, scratch, and cut littering your body. “Who did this to you?” He blurted out, causing you to jump at his stern tone and clenched jaw. The movement didn’t go unnoticed. “I’m sorry, mi amor. I didn’t mean to scare you. Do you know who did this to you?” He apologized before asking again, this time in a calmer tone.
You knew exactly who did this, and you knew EZ would revel in setting the score.
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hennyjwrites · 1 year
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Imagine making bet over your man Ez Reyes
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“Mamacita I’m telling you Ez isn’t like that with any other woman except you.” Angel told you, chugging his beer. Coco agreed with him. You took a peek at your boyfriend Ezekiel who was behind the bar talking to Leticia. Angel put his beer down on the table and looked at you. “I’ve seen whores crawl out of here after fucking with my brother.”
You scoffed not truly believing it. “Ezekiel is a teddy bear, just with a gun and tattoos and you can’t make me think any different Angel, he’s not rough in any aspect, he’s the perfect gentleman.” You grumbled while taking a sip of your drink.
Coco smirked and leaned forward. “How much are you willing to bet on that?” Angel smirked, leaning forward too. “There’s a party here tonight. Let’s see how long boyscout can keep up that whole gentleman act if you piss him off good enough.”
You thought about it for a second before reaching into your bag. You pulled out a 100 dollar bill showing the boys. “100 dollars, says Ez will still be my teddy bear, no matter what I do tonight.” The two men agreed with the bet pulling out 100 dollar bills as well.
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When you came back to the clubhouse you already knew what your plan was going to be. The dress you had on was already pushing it. Ez has told you this dress was only to be worn when you were with him. The clubhouse was crowded as you pushed your way through to the bar. Men were staring and whistling as you shoved past them.
Angel whistled as you sat down next to him at the bar. Ez was serving someone so you turned to him. “Damn! You really trying to send my brother back to jail tonight?” He joked. Coco slid next to him with a girl under his arm. “Boy Scout!” He yelled grabbing Ez’s attention. Ez looked over at him irritated. “Look at your girl, her ass is practically falling out!” You snapped your head towards him and a laughing Angel.
Ez took a look at you and what you had on and his smile dropped instantly. He kept his cool as he walked towards you. “Hey baby!” You smiled as you acted like you didn’t know what you were doing. Ez used his two fingers to beckon you around the bar table. “Cmere.” He told you gently. When you stood and walked over Ez got the clearest look over your ass. It bounced with every step you took towards him. Angel and Coco snickered at his facial expressions.
When you got in front of Ez you didn’t expect him to pull you by your arm into his chest. He held your arm between you both as your eyes widened. “What I tell you about wearing this shit?” He whispered in your face. You looked around and saw the only two looking at you both were Coco and Angel with big smirks on their faces. Ez grabbed your chin bringing your face back towards him. “I'm talking to you querida. Why’re you wearing this?”
You bit your lip shrugging your shoulders. “I wanted to look nice for you Ezekiel, I didn’t think you’d mind.” You whispered, leaning up and kissing his lips. Ez melted into your kiss, the little anger he had was leaving his body slowly. You smiled into the kiss, knowing you still had the rest of the night to piss him off.
When you pulled back ez looked over your body. “Sit down, you're staying near me for the night.” He looked you over and scoffed. You pouted and stomped your way over to a seat. You sat next to Coco and angel.
“Aww your teddy bear put you on punishment?” Coco teased.
“Fuck you Coco.”
Angel grabbed a beer and looked at you. “Not too late to call off the bet.” He smirked and put on an innocent face. “Just add an extra 100 and we’ll call it off.”
You scoffed and looked over at Ez who wasn’t paying you any attention but still had a smile on his face. “You’re outta your mind Reyes. I’m going to win.” Both men looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. They both stood up. “Have fun sitting here for the night.” Angel teased. They walked away, leaving you there.
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When Ez said you weren’t allowed to move he meant it. Every time you tried to get up he would grab your arm and yank you back to your seat. You were on your third drink gently swirling the straw around the top. You looked back to see a guy was staring at you. When you caught his eye, he motioned you over. You smiled knowing that this could get ez to blow his top.
You turned and went to stand but Ez quickly caught your arm. “Sit your ass down Y/N, I wasn’t playing.” He gritted.
“I’m just going to the bathroom Ezekiel, I’ll come right back.” You lied. He looked you over for a second before letting you go. “Come back quickly, love.”
You stood up and made your way through the crowd towards the guy. He was exceptionally good looking but looked nothing like ez. You stopped when you got in front of him. “Wanna dance?” He asked, leaning down to whisper in your ear. You noticed that some of the clubhouse members were looking in your direction. You brought your attention back to the guy and nodded your head. “Yea Cmon.”
You brought him closer to the middle of the dance floor, and started to show out. You had your ass facing towards him as your hips moved to the music. He helped you move against him as he placed his hands on your hips. You didn’t even notice that angel and coco had made their way to the bar where your man was.
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“Where’s your woman, little brother?” Angel asks with a smirk on his face.
“Bathroom.” Ez said, picking up another drink glass.
“Nah she ain’t boyscout.” Coc said, nudging his head towards you. Ez followed his direction and his whole demeanor changed. The guy had his face in your neck as he held you close against him, while you moved your hips seductively. “What the fuck?” He whispered, squeezing the glass in his hands. The glass broke as he watched the guy land a kiss on your neck. Ez practically flew from around the bar, and bolted in your direction. Coco and Angel smiled knowing the money was theirs.
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You didn’t even realize what you were doing right now. You were still dancing with guys as multiple people stared at you both. They knew you were Ezekiel's girlfriend and they couldn’t believe you had the balls to do this in front of everyone.
You were suddenly pulled out of your trance when you were yanked into someone’s chest. You gasped slightly when the same hand was brought to your throat. You looked up and your breath hitched when you saw it was ez and how angry he looked.
“What’re you doing?” He hissed, holding you in place. Saying he was mad would be an understatement. He was pissed. His face had a slight red tint. You didn’t know what to say to him as your mouth remained open. “You don’t have a voice now?” He asked.
The guy you were dancing with suddenly intervened. “Hey man, you can’t do that, I had her first!” Ez didn’t even give another chance to say anything as he ignored him. He kept his eyes on your scared features. Everyone around you both were looking at you even though most were still dancing and having fun
“You think I’m joking right? I let your ass get up and you come over here being a hoe?”he chuckled as you kept silent. “Fine. You don’t wanna talk, I got something for you querida.”
Ez started to drag you towards the bathroom with his hand still in your throat. The guy you were dancing with grabbed your arm. “Hey man, where's your problem?” Ez let you go for a second and punched the guy. He fell out instantly as he was practically sleeping. You gasped as ez grabbed you again, yanking you into the bathroom.
“Ezekiel.” You whispered as he locked the door behind him and started to stalk towards you. “Baby I’m sorry.” Your words fell upon deaf ears as he pushed you over the sink.
“You remember how silent you were a few seconds ago?” He asked, looking at you through the mirror. “Yea stay that way.” He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the ground. He reached under and rubbed your clit slightly, making sure you were wet enough. He grabbed ahold of himself, pushing just the tip into you. He watched as your head dropped, before he grabbed your hair and yanked you back up. “What did I tell you when we first got together?” He asked.
As soon as your mouth opened to speak, he shoved his entire length into you, making you cry out. He didn’t stop there, but instead moved harshly. “I can’t hear you querida.” He told you, slapping your ass. When you still didn’t reply to his question but moaned instead, he brought his hand around your neck, gripping it and pulling you back. “Answer me, I’m not playing with you.” He still kept the same pace as you struggled to answer.
“You told m-me, oh my god!” You moaned out as he hit your spot. “Finish what you were saying.” Ez told you. You mustered your strength to reply. “You told me, y-you dont s-share what’s your Ezekiel!” You cried out as he moved and brought a hand down to your, clit rubbing in fast circles to get you there quicker.
“So why did I see my woman, acting like a little slut, with someone else other than me?” He growled. Your legs shook as the coil in your stomach snapped and you came around him. “I’m sorry ez!” You moaned out quietly. Your legs gave out and buckled underneath you but Ez quickly flipped you around and propped you in the sink. He wasted no time sliding back into you, making your back arch, “Oh you're definitely going to be sorry.”
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Ez walked out of the bathroom with you leaning onto him. The mobility in your legs were gone. Multiple people locked eyes with you but quickly moved them. Ez guided you out of the party with a smirk on his face. You heard the guys hoot and holler , cheering on ez as you left. He walked you into his trailer.
“Lay down sweetheart, I’ll be back in a while.” He whispered with a smile like he didn’t just fuck the life out of you. He was back to being your little teddy bear. You laid down and closed your eyes as you heard the door shut behind him. As you were heading to sleep, your phone went off.
Nut jobs: We win the bet😂
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ficnation · 8 months
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Lying in Blood - EZ Reyes x Reader
Summary: When your husband dies you're left to mourn the life you were supposed to have. But when guilt consumes the killer, a chance at redemption opens as he steps forward to raise the child as his own.
Word count: 2,6k+
Pairing: Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes x Female! Reader; Past!Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas x Reader
Warnings: SPOILERS for Mayans MC season 5, mayans mc typical warnings, pregnancy, pure angst
A/n: EZ might be a little OOC but who cares. Enjoy the heartbreak and please reblog if you liked it!
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The moment you walk into the clubhouse, the smell of smoke and leather assaults your senses. The atmosphere is smoky, the air heavy with the cigarette fog swallowing the entire room. In the background, the clicking of pool balls and the murmur of conversations can be heard, the smell and environment already making you feel a little dizzy as the door opens and shuts behind you.
You force yourself to move forward as the members of the MC raise their glasses and nod in welcome to your arrival. You greet them with a warm smile like always, then look around the room in search of your beloved’s face. You can almost see him talking with his friends in the crowd, an unopened beer bottle in his tattooed hand.
But he’s not there. It’s just your imagination playing tricks on you.
Bishop must’ve noticed the way your eyes wander around the room in search of a ghost. He stands up from his sitting place, grabs your arm, and pulls you toward one of the couches. You slump down against it, sighing heavily.
“Querida,” he starts, sitting down beside you, his arm outstretched, beckoning you closer.
You shake your head to will the dark thoughts away, then relax against his side, your cheek finding rest on his shoulder.
“Bishop,” you greet him back with a smile.
“You’ve popped,” the man notices with a chuckle, looking down at the roundness of your protruding stomach.
“Oh, definitely. I woke up one day, looked in the mirror, and thought she doubled in there,” you mumble with a huff, but there’s a lightness to your voice.
Bishop admires your strength—how you can still see the world in colors even when your life is falling apart. It baffles him. He wishes he had that kind of strength himself.
He smiles at you, pulling you just a little bit closer. “She?” he repeats, raising his brow.
You smile brightly at him, caressing the bump with gentle, loving strokes. “Yeah, it’s a little girl.”
But your smile falters ever so lightly when you think about the fact that Neron still doesn’t know that the doctors were wrong and you were going to have a little daughter instead of a son. He won’t even be there when you give birth. He’ll still be behind bars, far away from your baby girl.
Bishop notices the change in your expression and grasps your hand in his, squeezing delicately. “He’s proud of you, you know that. We’re all proud of you.”
You can only nod in response, blinking away the tears that started forming in your eyes. You weren’t as strong as they all wanted you to be. You were just about to become a mom—a single mom because your husband won’t be there for most of the baby’s early years. You’ll be lucky if he gets out when she’s a teenager.
“Yeah, just wish his child was more important than the club,” you whisper under your breath, quickly regretting your words. But Bishop looks at you with understanding, no ounce of anger on his face. “Well, I actually came here looking for EZ. Is he around?”
“He’s not around. But he should be back soon. Do you wanna wait for him?” he asks, kissing the side of your forehead. “I can get you some water and keep you company.”
You stay with him, conversing to kill time as you wait for the club’s president to turn up. The older man keeps you occupied, talking a little bit about everything—how long until the baby comes, if you need help setting up the nursery, is your money situation looking okay—Bishop asks about everything in hopes the MC can make your life a little bit easier.
An hour or two passes before Ezekiel walks into the clubhouse. He looks around the room and doesn’t expect to see you there. Your presence startles him.
His eyes stare intently as you talk with Bishop, one of your hands mindlessly caressing your protruding stomach, waiting for the baby to kick. The other man hovers his hand close, ready for you to guide it so he can feel the little kick.
EZ feels the guilt—it comes up his throat and makes him nauseous. You’ve been friends for so long, and you don’t even know just how bad of a friend he was.
He ordered the murder of your husband. He took away the father of your baby—the man you loved with your whole being. He took his life and didn’t even give a second thought to how it would affect you—how much it would ruin your life.
The baby in your stomach starts kicking, so you take Bishop’s hand and press it against it. Ezekiel still stares, but he’s too far gone in his thoughts to register what’s happening.
“She’s kicking.” Your smile is bright, and it gives him a tiny bit of hope that Neron’s death won’t make you miserable for the rest of your life.
He forces his legs to move forward, swallowing the want to throw up all over the wooden floor. With a forced nervous smile, he reaches the couch.
“Is she?” the words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them.
You sit up straighter, surprised by his sudden appearance. The smile you give him is innocent—unknowing.
“Hi, EZ.”
He returns it, but it’s weak and awkward, and he’s sure you can feel just how out of place he felt in his own clubhouse.
“Hi.”
Bishop senses the sudden shift in the air. He gets up and presses a kiss to your cheek, his beard ticklish on your skin. He regards the younger man with suspicious eyes. “I’ll leave you to it,” he says finally as he leaves you with the club’s president, heading towards the exit of the building.
“I haven’t seen you in a while,” you notice, patting the couch where Bishop once sat to beckon Ezekiel to take his place.
The man scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “Yeah… I was busy with the—” he’s lost in his own words as he gestures vaguely to the clubhouse, “the thing.”
You raise your eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Oh, definitely,” you joke, “the thing always requires attention.”
He laughs at your words, but it has a forced quality to it. The joke isn’t that funny. You know it, and he knows it too, but you wave it off, thinking he didn’t want to make the conversation more uncomfortable than it already was by giving you the details.
“Yeah.” He sighs deeply. “We’ve got it under control, though,” he continues, and you respond with a nod, your eyes not quite meeting his.
“Have you heard anything from Neron?”
So that’s what you came here to ask—EZ thinks. It was logical. You barely needed the MC’s help, preferring to get stuff done on your own, mainly because you didn’t want to add to their problems. You always held your head high.
“He’s been quiet for a while now,” Ezekiel tenses in his seat as the words leave your mouth.
He can almost feel the crickets playing a symphony in his head. He doesn’t know what to say or do, so he opts for a simple lie—he is getting better at them with every passing day. “No, I haven’t heard anything.”
“Damn it.” Your sigh clenches his heart painfully. “Those cops are probably harassing him again.”
“Probably,” he agrees with you, scratching his chin for a second as he glances at your face. “You’ve heard nothing at all?”
“Nothing. He doesn’t call anymore.” The tone of your voice changes, and he can feel the heartbreak—the agony that those words render.
EZ takes a deep breath and forces a smile. “He’ll call. I’m sure he will.” A fucking liar; that’s what he is.
“I hope so. We’re so close to the birth date. I wanted him to know that.”
He doesn’t know how to reply, so he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. He was always good at lying, but why was it so hard to lie to you?
He tries to smile more warmly—look more warmly at you, but all you can see in his eyes is pity. It drives you insane.
“EZ, is there something you’re not telling me?” your voice screams suspicion. He starts to get nervous.
“No, of course not.” He looks at you hard, hoping you’ll believe his lie. It takes a moment for you to process what you see and hear before the suspicious glint falters and falls.
“Oh, okay.” you sigh in sadness. You have a feeling he knows something, but you’re not willing to push it. “He was supposed to choose the name.”
Another gentle squeeze of your hand. “He will come through. Don’t worry.”
You believe him. “You’re right. I’m probably just overthinking.”
EZ nods his head in agreement. “You’re just stressing yourself out; it’s not worth it.” There’s a pause as he kisses your temple, then speaks again, changing the topic slightly, “How have you been doing? Everything going alright with the pregnancy?”
“Yeah, we’re doing good. The nausea went away.” His still didn’t. “Now I’m just running to the bathroom every three minutes. Girl makes me wanna piss so bad.” You let out a chuckle—such a beautiful and peaceful sound. EZ feels like he could record it and play it over and over again before he falls asleep.
“That’s good… and exhausting.” He’s starting to feel more at ease again. You seem to be distracted and not noticing how oddly nervous he’s been acting, or even if you did see, you let him have the upper hand.
“It is exhausting. But we’re gonna get through it. For Neron.”
He nods in agreement. “For Neron.”
Such a beautiful betrayal.
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The next time you see EZ, a few days have passed. The whole MC knows about Neron’s death, but not you—not yet. He lets you live in a state of not knowing just for a few more minutes before he knocks on your door and gives you the information that will ruin your life. Oh, wait, he did that—he ruined it by choosing to protect himself, get rid of the snitch. Snitches end up in ditches—they were right.
He raises his fist, presses the buzzer, and he can almost hear the heavy pats of your feet as you rush toward the door. You open it and greet him with a smile. You’ve looked through the Judas beforehand—smart girl.
“EZ?” That carefree smile falters as you notice the seriousness decorating his face. Your hand grips the doorknob tighter, knuckles turning pale.
EZ sighs and hangs his head. “You need to sit down.”
“What the fuck happened?” you ask, but EZ doesn’t respond.
He turns you around, closing the door before gently pushing you towards the living room and the couch in the middle. You listen to him and sit down, waiting for him to speak. Your leg bounces up and down in worry. The dark thoughts swirling in your head make you want to crawl out of your skin.
EZ cuts straight to the point. He knows you’d only get furious if he tried to tread around the issue.
“Neron’s dead,” he says simply—as if to just get the words out of his mouth. They leave a foul taste on his tongue. He’s not even looking at you because he knows already how badly he fucked up. He can hear your heart breaking into a million pieces as your brain struggles to register that information.
When it finally hits you, you gasp trembly.
“No. No, he’s not,” you try to deny his words, shaking your head furiously. Tears are already building up in your eyes, and they’re falling down in waterfalls down your cheeks before EZ can reach to wipe them away.
“I’m so fucking sorry. It’s my fault.” He sits beside you and takes your hand, raising it to his lips. He leaves a kiss on every single tip of your fingers. “I killed him. It’s all my fucking fault.”
The sobs wreck through your body like a tsunami, and you drown beneath their intensity as you cradle your bump. You don’t even hear him. You refuse to hear him.
EZ wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you into his embrace, his hand cradling the back of your head as he pushes it to rest on his chest. He can’t look at you so broken—so destroyed.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
His other palm rubs your back up and down in a motion that is supposed to be soothing, but it doesn’t do shit to make it hurt less. You let him comfort you, giving into his embrace as you weep and clutch the back of his kutte in tight fists.
EZ sits that way with you for a while, rubbing your back and keeping you close. He doesn’t speak, only offers his presence and affection as comfort. He knows if he opens his mouth again, he’ll admit to what he’s done—this time for real.
“How am I supposed to go on?” You sob into his chest, your whole body trembling.
EZ just holds you tighter, his lips pressed to the crown of your head. “One day at a time.”
“I’m supposed to raise our daughter on my own? That’s so fucking cruel. Why did the world take him away from me?” your words are almost muffled as you get them out through the tears and sobs.
He looks down at you, his face etched with guilt. He’s glad your head is pressed to his chest and you can’t see it. You’d put the puzzle pieces together faster than he could mutter a single word.
He rubs his thumb back and forth between your shoulder blades. “I don’t know. But you’re strong. I know you’re strong enough to get through this.”
He puts on a facade before placing a hand under your chin and lifting it so you can look him in the eye. “I know you are.”
“No, Ezekiel, I’m not. I can’t do this,” you argue, shaking your head furiously. “I want him back,” you cry out, and it breaks his heart even more. It was his fault. He did this to you.
“I know. I know.” EZ says this over and over again, rubbing circles on your back.
He stays the night, cradling you in his arms as you sob and scream. And then he stays another night and another day keeping you company and helping with daily tasks. You don’t even realize that weeks have passed, and he’s still there when you wake up and when you go to sleep.
He’s there holding your hand when your little girl is born and when she says her first word. He never left, taking on the role of being a dad figure for your child. It felt wrong, but you never stopped him, either.
You didn’t stop him when one night his lips found peace pressed against yours and when he rolled on top of you, giving you pleasure you haven’t felt for a long while. You didn’t stop him when he moved in and became a constant presence in your baby’s life. Before you even knew it, she was calling him ‘papa.’ It made your heart clench painfully.
EZ took the opportunity and treated it as his only chance at redemption. He wanted to give you the life you wanted to have with the man he took away from you.
Sometimes the guilt was too much, and he had to leave for a few days to get it back under control. But he always came back.
He was good at lying, after all—lying with his hands covered in blood. Such a beautiful betrayal.
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Valentine's Day Bingo: Polaroid - EZ Reyes x Reader (NSFW)
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Hitting the Naughty Pictures Bingo Square
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EZ is in a motel room up in Joshua Tree when he finds the polaroids tucked away inside the book he’s reading. He remembers you picking it up from the nightstand this morning, before handing it over to him with that sinful smile of yours. He sits down on the bed before he removes them from between the pages, his thumb chasing over the images.
He’d gotten you the camera for your birthday. You’re nostalgic at heart, you have an affinity for vintage, it’s why the bar still has an old-fashioned jukebox.
He can’t see your face in these pictures, but he knows it’s you, he recognises the tattoo that chases up your ribcage, disappearing into the panties that you’re wearing. His cock gets hard, and he remembers peeling them off you last night as he was going down on you. These must have been taken before that. He flicks to the next one, the bra is gone, and he can see those dusky pink nipples, the ones he loves getting his mouth on. He lies back amongst the sheets, his palm caressing his cock through the rigid denim of his jeans as he imagines the sweet little noise you make as his tongue laps over each one.
The next picture is of that pretty pussy of yours, the panties are gone, and you’re laid out bare for him. He moans out loud because the sight of it, it gets him right where he needs to be. By the time he shoves his hand into his jeans, he’s sensitive and leaking. His thumb smears pre-cum over the tip of his dick, all it takes is a single stroke and he’s done for. He comes all over his fist, white streaks painting his abdomen. He smiles to himself in the aftermath, the polaroids still clutched in his hand. It isn’t until that moment that he realises that you’ve written on the back.
Happy Valentine’s Day Ezekiel x
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ravennaortiz · 2 months
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Okay new request. I'm becoming obsessed with these. there are so many creations that can come from them. So this time I'm thinking about Ez. I'm thinking of prompts 15, 21, 24, 27, and 32.
I love to hear it! You are coming up with a lot of great ideas! This is my first EZ request and I love them prompts for him! Lets see what kind of magic we can make here. As always 18+. Smut below the cut.
Prompts
15. Are you gonna kiss me or not?
21. Like what you see?
24. No panties?
27. What if someone sees?
32. Your mine.
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Walking into the Mayans Clubhouse you smiled seeing EZ sitting and reading in the mostly empty clubhouse. Walking by the Mayan you had a crush on you popped your head into Templo where Hank and your dad were sitting and talking, you gave a small wave to let your dad know you were here. Walking back towards EZ you sat down across from him. "Hey" EZ said glancing up before turning his eyes back to his book after you smiled at him.
You sat fiddling with your phone as you considered your next move. You had been trying to get EZ's attention since he was made a prospect but he had been putting you off. Sliding down in your chair your stretched your foot out and rubbed it along his calf. EZ sighed as he glanced up at you. "Yes?" he asked with a raised brow. "I was just wondering if you were gonna kiss me or not today?" you asked as you smiled sweetly at him as you leaned forward on the table.
EZ chuckled before replying doing hsi best to ignore how your breast were practically spilling out of the tank top you had on.. You had asked this question once a day for the last two months. As much as he would love to see just how soft those plump lips of yours were he knew that was a dangerous move. Though it was getting harder and harder for him to say no. "Not today" replied EZ before going back to his book. "Why not?" you inquired cocking your head to the side. This should have been a red flag to EZ but he had never been good at seeing that with women.
"Your dad being Bishop" replied EZ as he turned the page. "Fair" you replied before standing up and going to the back of the clubhouse. A few minutes later you had a mischievous smile on your face as you sat back down at a table a little away. EZ was deep into his book again when something hit him in the face. Setting his book down he picked up what he assumed you had thrown at him.
"Jesus" muttered EZ to himself as he realized he was holding onto a pair of lacy red panties. "Like what you see there?" you inquired as he ran the material trough his fingers. The door to the clubhouse opening had him balling up the material and quickly shoving it into his pocket. He heard you chuckle before you both greeted Gilly and Angel as they made their way into Templo.
EZ looked over to you after a couple minutes before getting up and moving to the bar to get a drink. You watched EZ go behind the bar counter and gave him a couple minutes before making your way over. You paused as you listened to a roar of laughter come from Templo before slinking behind the bar. "Excuse me" you stated as you slipped in between EZ and the fridge as you bent pressing your ass back onto him as you looked for a drink.
EZ closed his eyes at the feel before he jumped back. "You okay?" you asked feigning innocence as you looked at him over your shoulder. EZ licked his lips eyes glancing to the doors before turning back to you. "I made it super easy for you. No panties, short skirt" you replied your voice smooth with lust as you stood back up an closed the fridge door.
He couldn't deny you had gotten under his skin and his body was saying yes. Stepping closer you stood on your tip toes to reach his ear as you ran your hands down his chest. "Aren't you curious at how wet I am for you?" you purred in his ear sending a shiver down his spine. EZ swallowed hard before moving away from you and back to where he had been sitting.
Undeterred you followed him and sat on the table next to him your thigh on his hand. EZ looked up at you and you could see his resolve crumbling. "Just a quick touch E. No one will know" you whispered opening your legs slightly to where his hand was in between them on the table. "What if someone sees? Do you know how badly my ass is kicked?" inquired EZ trying to ignore the temptation to move his hand where you wanted it. "Don't get caught touching Bishops daughter then" you replied with a shrug.
After a moment you sighed. "Guess I'll go see if someone else will." You stated as you started to slide off the table. "Stay" EZ said quietly as he touched your inner thigh. Locking his eyes onto yours as he inched his fingers along the inside of your thigh until he brushed your wet folds. You bit your lip as he dipped a finger into your core to contain your moan. As EZ teased you with his fingers his other hand moved to free him from the confines of his pants.
EZ removed his fingers from you making you whine before pulling you to the edge of the table. At the feel of his cock head at your entrance your eyes widened and heart rate picked up. "Stay quiet" ordered EZ as he started to push into you painfully slow. EZ smirked as he watched you squirm under him. Once he was fully inside you he stilled as he looked down at you as he circled your clit with his thumb making you arch your back off the table.
You were struggling to contain your moans when he leaned over you and grabbed you by the throat with one hand squeezing gently as he gave a small thrust in catching you moan in his mouth as he kissed you. After a couple minutes he stopped again making you wrap your legs around his waist and try to pull him deeper. "Your mine" murmured EZ into your ear before resuming his thrust as he used both hands to grab you by the throat. Just as you were getting ready to tip over the edge you heard your dads voice.
"EZ, can you take my daughter home" your dad called from Templo. EZ shot you a grin before replying. "Yeah I can take her Bish" he replied before pulling out of you and fixing his pants. As you sat up slowly he leaned in towards you. "Now I can hear that voice of you scream my name" he stated before walking towards the door.
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withmyteeth · 1 year
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Mayans MC
Summary: Just smut.
WARNING: 18+ only
Words: 2k
Author's Note: @darklydeliciousdesires this is what I was telling you about...
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You can’t stop the smile on your face as you wash the day away.  The thing you really didn’t want to go to after work got canceled, so now you’re already in the shower, hours earlier than you normally are on a week night, preparing to snuggle up in your favorite pajamas on the couch and do absolutely nothing with the rest of your free evening - a much needed break from the chaos of life. 
Just as you step out of the shower, the bathroom door opens, EZ coming inside.  “Oh, hey, baby,” you say, grabbing the towel you’d laid out on the counter to start drying off.  He doesn’t say anything, usually one to comment about your nudity, so you look up to see him looking down at you, lips puckered, waiting on a kiss.  Your playful mood comes out and instead of meeting his lips with your own, you lean forward pressing his lips to your forehead, knowing it’s not what he expected.  When you pull back, he’s still in the same spot, just a look of confusion on his face, which causes you to erupt in giggles, clutching the towel to your chest.
He doesn’t move though, lips puckered, still waiting on a kiss, so after a few moments, you lean in, pressing your lips to his.  What you thought was going to be a quick peck, turned into much more when his hand cups your neck then slid into your wet locks.  He presses into you, no tongue or teeth, just lips, causing you to bed back with the force of his kiss. Just as you are about to drop the towel and tangle your fingers in the fabric of his shirt to keep your balance, his fingers clench in your hair, pulling your head back even farther.
When you look into his eyes, they are almost black.
“EZ, what–.”  You don’t get to finish the question as he turns, hands still gripped in your hair, as he pulls you behind him out of the bathroom.  The rest of the lights are off, plunging the house into darkness, but you follow the clomp of his boots, the clink of his wallet chain, as he drags you from the light of the bathroom, dripping wet, into the even darker bedroom.  Your towel is ripped from your fingers before he tosses you on the bed forcefully enough that you bounce on the mattress.  Adrenaline rushes through your veins, setting every nerve on high alert.  You know he’s not going to hurt you, but the silence, the look on his face, you know he’s got something else in mind.  You lay before him, nude and glistening in the moonlight, the fact that’s still fully dressed sending shocks of eroticism up your spine.
He stands there, looking at you for just a moment longer before he drops to his knees at the side of the bed.  He’s almost frantic, pulling at your legs until they are over his shoulders, his mouth descending on your water-warmed core with forceful, hungry licks, lapping at your entire pussy.
“Jesus, fuck,” you pant, legs turning pliable in his grasp as he devours you, fingers dug into your thighs as he eats you like a starving man.  Your body is limp, but when his tongue finally parts your folds, pushing the button of your pleasure, your spine goes ramrod straight, arching your mound further into his face and your hips start to rotate on their own accord, moans falling from your lips only to be matched by the sloppy sounds coming from between your legs.
Your heels dig into his spine, urging him forward as you roll against his face.  Sparks begin to light behind your eyes, his urgency and desire fanning the flames of your arousal, pushing you to the top in a whirlwind of want, but before you can reach the peak, he adjusts, moving lower until he finds your weeping hole, penetrating you with his skilled tongue, lapping at your walls as his teeth graze over your already sensitive lips.
Ezekiel Reyes excels at a lot of things, but his game in the bedroom is unmatched.
“Fuck, EZ, you eat that pussy so good.”  The words tumble from your lips, raspy and low enough you wouldn’t even be sure he’s heard you except for the snarl that rumbles from his chest as he redoubles his efforts, tongue plunging into you even deeper, swirling around your entrance as sparks ignite the powder in your belly, your orgasm taking you by surprise.  He feels you flutter against his face, but he doesn’t stop, still stroking you with ferocity through the shockwaves of your orgasm until you whimper, legs falling limp in his grip.
Your chest is heaving as you try to recover.  He stands and you can just see his hand run down his face, over the hairs of his chin, all surely sticky with your juices.  The unbuckling of his belt fills the quiet room between your panting breaths, but he still hasn’t said a word.  He bends down, gripping your hips with his big hands, practically lifting you completely as he jerks you to the edge of the bed.  Denim meets your hips, as he’s just drug his pants down far enough to pull his dick out, still fully dressed in contrast to your stark nakedness.  His hands slide up the smooth skin of your legs until he grips your ankles, holding both your legs against his chest, lips pressing soft kisses to the arches of your feet.
You brace for a punishing entry, but instead of thrusting into you, you feel his hot tip nudge at your lips before sliding up through your wetness and over your already sensitive clit.  “Oh,” you gasp as he starts to rock, slow and steady, dragging the ridges of his cock through your spit slick folds, back and forth, back and forth, gently fucking into the tightness he’s created with your thighs.  A few times, he pulls back too far, his tip notching at your opening, pulling a gasp from your lips, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you, but then he angles his hips, sliding back through your slickness again, your body racked with tremors.
Your arms are still useless at your sides, sprawled out into the expanse of sheets, but your head is pressed back into the mattress.  His strong arms have your legs locked, your hips pressed into the bed, holding you still, as he continues to stroke you into a frenzy.  “EZ, please.”
The words fall from your lips, the chant in your head finally making its way into the air between you, repeating them over and over again like a prayer.  You’re not above begging at this point, but you can’t tell if your words have any effect on him, his face still shrouded in darkness.  
When he notches at your opening again, you can’t stop the whimper that falls from your lips, however, this time, he plunges forward, impaling you on his cock so hard and fast it knocks the wind from your chest.  His hands tighten on your ankles as he pulls your legs from his torso, holding your hips in the air as he fucks into you, even harder and faster, each slap of his hips feeling like he is trying to count the vertebrate in your back, pushing himself deeper and deeper until you are clawing at the bedsheets.
He redjusts, releasing your ankles, letting your legs flop against his shoulders.  It’s all you can do to hook your ankles over the cords on muscle, keeping them in place as tears start to form in your eyes from his punishing rhythm.  Suddenly, something cold touches between your legs before vibrating to life.  “F-fuck,” you stutter as EZ works the head of your vibrator in circles over your swollen lips and clit, never missing a beat as he continues to pound into you.  
Your eyes roll back in your head, sobs choking in your throat as he moves the vibrator lower, ghosting over your stretched hole until it meets his dick.  The vibrations run through his hardness, turning him into your own living vibrator, his hips still pistoning forward, pushing the bulbous head on and off your clit.  Your entire body shudders, everything becoming too much as your third orgasm hovers just on the edge, your body too over stimulated to allow you to fall over the edge.
“Who’s pussy is this?”  The first and only words EZ has spoken, growled in the darkness, punctuated with the exertion of his body.
Your mouth works, throat tight, as you try to suck in enough air to answer him.
“Who’s is it?” he snarls again, impatient for his answer.
“Yours, it’s yours, EZ, my pussy is yours.”   His demand and your answer forces your orgasm from you, showing the first chink in his armor as his movements stutter, feeling your walls spasm around him as you choke on your pleasure.  Once the last pulse of your orgasm flutters through you, your body finally gives up.  You lay there, completely limp, unable to move as he continues to rut into you using your spent body to find his own release, burying his hips against you, filling you with the ropes of his pleasure.
You manage to mutter, “Yea, EZ, fill that pussy up,” before your eyes slide shut, relaxation pulling at every fiber of your being, demanding that you succumb, but you hold out, waiting for him to collapse beside you on the bed.
Instead, he straightens, pulling out of you and leaving the room, gently pulling the door shut behind him.
The click of the door echoing in the room as your eyes popping open in confusion.  Mustering up the last dregs of your strength, your push yourself up on the bed, feeling his cum leaking between you legs - the only sign that he was even in the room with you just moments ago, fucking you within an inch of your life.  You manage to make it to your feet, knees wobbling as you grab your discarded towel to wipe yourself off before shakily making your way to the door.
You squint, pulling it open, as you fall against the frame, eyes burning from the illuminated house.  Finally, you’re able to focus on EZ, standing in the room, fully dressed, looking perfectly put together.  “Hey.”
You blink at him as he stands in the middle of the room, acting like nothing has happened. 
“What happened?”  His question is perfectly innocent, right down to the perfect inquisitive tone of his voice.
“‘What happened’?” you parrot back to him.  Your mind is still dick drunk, slowly trying to catch on to whatever game he thinks he’s playing.  “Were you not in the bedroom two seconds ago?”
Finally, there’s a crack in his facade, the deviant twinkle in his eye that gives him away.  “Nope.  Why?”
If he wants to play it, you can play, too.  “Well, I don’t know what truck just rolled through here, but I wish I got the plate off it.”  
He tucks his chin to his chest as he finally takes a step forward, coming to stand in front of you close enough that you can smell yourself on his breath.  “Why’s that, querida?”
You give him a shrug.  “Just wanna keep my eyes open, watch out for another drive by.”
He finally cracks a smile, shoulders shaking with a silent laugh. “Drive by dicking, huh?”
You tangle your fingers in his shirt, tugging him back into the bedroom.  “Something like that.”
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bumblesimagines · 7 months
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"You're always so quick to defend them. What's the real reason behind your loyalty?"
"How convenient, showing up whenever they need you."
- EZ Reyes
"You're always so quick to defend them. What's the real reason behind your loyalty?"
"How convenient, showing up whenever they need you."
pronouns: they/them, gender neutral
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You considered yourself to be rather laidback when it came to exes. You chose your partners carefully and deliberately, ensuring the relationship wouldn't end up being a waste of time. It's why you'd been so certain about Ezekiel Reyes.
The sweet, charismatic biker caught your eye the moment he'd sauntered into the courthouse as a prospect. He appeared humble and thoughtful, taking his duties as prospect seriously and often helping you tend to the bar whenever possible. You knew his past from the other members. A young man set on avenging his mom faced the consequences of accidentally shooting an officer. His story had been gut-wrenching and you sympathized with him.
But, as you looked through the trailer's window and watched him speak with Emily Galindo, you wondered if you had made the right choice.
"How convenient," You murmured as Ez entered the trailer and tossed his gloves aside. "Showing up whenever I need you."
"She has no idea it's your birthday, (Y/N). Don't be like that."
"Don't be like what, Ezekiel?" You snapped and he blinked, leaning back slightly at the irritated tone lacing your voice. Sally stirred beside you, a soft whine emitting from her throat. You ran your hand over her soft fur and inhaled sharply, attempting to ease your growing anger.
"Em's done nothing to you. I don't get why you hate her so much." You took another deep breath and rubbed the bridge of your nose at his words. For a guy known for his intelligence and quick-thinking, he sure was clueless when it came to his little ex.
"You're always so quick to defend her. What's the real reason behind your loyalty? Because that little blonde brat doesn't give a shit about you, Ez."
His brows knitted and a frown stretched out on his face. "Don't call her that-"
"Oh, my god." You breathlessly laughed and stood up, snatching your phone and wallet from the table. You shook your head, almost in disbelief, and faced him.
"If you want to be her little servant so badly, go for it. Don't come crying back to me when she keeps choosing her husband over you."
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garbinge · 1 year
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Stranded
Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & Platonic!Reader
From these April Prompts: “Stranded”
Summary: You go on a really bad date and call your besties to save you, but they end up taking the opportunity to roast you. 
A/N: First time doing a fic a day challenge!!! Let’s see how many I’ll end up doubling up on and posting some other day LOL. Enjoy the ride friends <3 
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, some light joking, I don’t think I’d classify it as angst. 
Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc (Not sure how many individual Mayans fics i’ll have in the future but happy to add anyone to any potential future fics!)
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You felt like the phone was mocking you at this point. By the third ring you knew he wasn’t going to answer but you still waited it through, not once but four times. Time was ticking, you didn’t have the luxury of waiting for him to pick up. Your date, your very shitty date was waiting a mere 20 feet away outside the bathroom at your empty table for you to come back. Yes, empty. You hadn’t even gotten to be served your drink order yet and you already knew this date was a dud. 
Maneuvering out of the bathroom window was an easy enough solution, one you would have easily relied on if you weren’t carless or in the middle of El Centro. El Centro, while close enough to Santo Padre by car was 10 miles of highway that you weren’t really looking forward to walking. You cursed yourself for not getting your car fixed this past weekend, leaving you in the hands of the random man you matched with on some stupid app tonight. Your options were bouncing back and forth in your head, you could start your trek home and keep calling in hopes of an answer, or you could just sit through what will probably be the worst date of your life. 
The second option seemed bearable, but after he was discussing his 5th conspiracy theory–and keep in mind you were only 20 minutes into the date, and his constant casual sexual joke that was definitely his way of hinting at bringing you home you couldn’t listen anymore. 
You thought 10 was still relatively early, especially for Angel Reyes. Him not answering could have been for a multitude of reasons but realistically you knew he was probably not the Reyes brother you should rely on. Shaking your head, you hung up after getting the voicemail again, tired of hearing the automated woman’s voice and called someone else. 
Two rings. That was all it took. 
“Hey, what’s up?” EZ’s voice was like a wave of relief washing over you. 
“Thank God.” You mumbled as your shoulders fell in solace. “I’m stranded.” The words you spoke left a lot to be imagined. 
“You okay?” His tone was tense. 
“I’m on this awful fuckin’ date and I’m in the bathroom of La Resaca Seafood Bar off Rt 8 with no car and no way home except with Mr. I’ve seen Bigfoot 30 times who wants to bring me to the Polynesian Lodge tonight.” 
EZ let out a chuckle before frowning his brow, “Polynesian Lodge?” 
“Motel.” Your one worded answer was all EZ needed to hear to let out another laugh. 
“Sounds romantic.” He was already grabbing the keys to his bike. 
“Ezekial Reyes. Your brother is already on my shit list. I called him 4 times to save me from this mess but no answer. Do not make me put you on my shit list too.” The desperation in your voice came through as you started to climb up on the toilet paper dispenser to get a better footing to escape through the window. 
“Well, that was your second mistake, you know I’m the more reliable Reyes.” The door to EZ’s trailer was closing and he was turning around to lock it as he stayed on the phone. 
“Wait” you paused, now standing on the dispenser that was secured into the wall of concrete. “What’s my first mistake?” 
The smile on EZ’s face would have earned him a smack upside the head if you were with him in person. “Going on a tinder date with the guy who uses a photoshopped picture of his head on Captain America’s body.” 
You were flabbergasted that he knew who you were out with, you didn’t think either of the Reyes boys listened to you when you talked about your matches on Tinder. But you should’ve known EZ would have put two and two together.
“I thought it was FUNNY, like a joke, I didn’t think he was serious about it.” You argued in your defense. “Also, there’s a whole theory out there that the nerdy guys are the ones to scoop up.” 
“So tell me about Bigfoot.” EZ was now on his bike, leaning back soaking in every moment of this. 
“EZ.” Your voice was firm. 
The laugh EZ let out was straight from his belly, he was enjoying this too much. 
“Yo E!” Angel’s voice could be heard from the background. 
“Is that Angel? Tell him he’s an asshole and he should check his phone.” At this point you were already one leg out of the window when you heard the bathroom door handle turn as the door opened.
In one ear, the one with the phone attached you heard EZ call out. “You’re an asshole and you should check your phone.”
In the other ear, the startled voice of your waitress rang. “Oh my god.” She stopped in her tracks, hand being raised to clamp her chest as the scene of you half dangling out of a window was the last thing she expected. 
“E, Seafood off Route 8, please hurry.” With that, you hung up and climbed down quickly to be face to face with your server. 
“That bad?” After taking in the situation she understood what was happening. 
“Very.” You nodded your head. “I need to stall for like 10 minutes before my ride gets here, do you think you could mention that I left my phone in here when you come back to take our order? That way I have a logical reason to escape through the bathroom window?” 
“Sure.” She nodded in acceptance as you smiled and thanked her before moving past her to the bathroom door. “The kitchen exit is right next to the bathroom door, just go through there.” The waitress turned to face you, giving you an easier out instead of the acrobatics. “No need to do whatever the fuck that was, again.” She pointed at the window and retreated into a stall. 
Meanwhile, as you suffered through the agony of 10 long minutes of this horrible date. EZ and Angel were coming to your rescue, sort of. 
“Ay, what’s with the name calling? and why do I have so many missed calls from Y/N?” Angel trekked over to EZ’s trailer from the clubhouse as he looked at his phone. 
EZ had hung up the phone before he waved it up in the air at Angel. “Just got off the phone with her, she’s stranded.” 
“Stranded? The fuck?” Angel perked up just like EZ had when you spoke those words to him. 
“Bad date. I’m gonna go pick her up if you wanna come. Think you were her first choice anyways.” EZ laughed as he placed his helmet over his head. 
Angel let out a chuckle, relaxing his shoulders from the tension. “I never answer my phone, don’t know why the fuck she’d call me.” Despite his lack of empathy, Angel was making his way over to his bike to follow EZ to save you from your date. 
As the two waited at the light that was mere seconds from the restaurant, Angel called over to EZ. 
“Yo!” Angel got EZ’s attention. “Was it that captain america guy? Didn’t we tell her he was a lame?” 
EZ couldn't help but smirk at Angel’s recollection of the night you three spent together just hanging at your place. If Angel remembered it, it was obvious you were only choosing to hear what you wanted that night. “Yea, you should tell her when we see her, I think she’ll appreciate the advice.” EZ set Angel up for disaster later, knowing it’d be pure entertainment for him. 
Back at that restaurant, you had just managed to make it to the entrance of the kitchen when you heard the rumbling of not one, but two motorcycles. “Oh thank God.” You mumbled as you burst through the kitchen swinging door and ran like you knew your way around. You pretty quickly found the exit doors and pushed through them, offering no explanation to the staff who was back there. Angel was the first bike you saw since he was closest to you. Immediately, you ran up to him but not without a few choice words. 
“Fuck you, Reyes!” You yelled out at him as you approached his bike. 
“Hey!” Both brothers yelled simultaneously, EZ leaned forward so you could see him a little further out past Angel. 
“You want to be stranded or you want a rescue?” Angel held out a helmet giving you the choice. 
Begrudgingly you grabbed it, putting it on over your head and quickly throwing your leg over the back of his bike and scooting closer to him as you got situated. 
“Thank you.” The words were mumbled, he laughed as you said them, knowing it was hard for you. The only reason you knew he laughed was because your hands had come across the front of his torso to grip onto him for the ride and you felt the shake of his stomach under his kutte. 
He took off immediately, knowing you were ready to go just by your hold on him. EZ wasn’t far behind at all. You pulled up to the same red light they had just been at previously, when Angel looked over his shoulder to talk to you. 
“You didn’t eat, right?”
You shook your head to answering knowing your voice would he drowned out by the engine. “You want Jack in the Box?” He was still looking over at you but his head nodded towards the fast food restaurant that was right in front of them. “My treat. To make it up to you or whatever.” His eyes rolled waiting for your answer. 
“Alright, yea, I’m fuckin’ starved.” You answered and looked over to EZ to point to the drive through sign to show him where you were headed. 
The group of you pulled in and ordered through the drive through since inside was closed, no one ever talks about the awkwardness of ordering drive through on a motorcycle, you had learned new ways to balance things and about compartments that you had no idea existed on the bike. The three of you parked the bikes and walked over to the front of the building. EZ was quick to throw his arm around you, drink in hand as it dangled over your right shoulder. 
“Rough night?” A grin grew on his face. 
“You’re the worst.” You pushed him off you and made your way over to the front parking space where the cement parking block served as your seat and your laps as your dinner table. 
“It ain’t no rescara seafood but I hope you like it.” Angel teased as he brought his drink to his lips. 
“I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?” Your head dropped forward in defeat. 
“I’m not sure why you decided to go out with Captain America wannabe.” Angel was now devouring into his food and said his last sentence as he had a mouthful of food. 
“Yea cause I surround myself with men who are catches.” Sarcasm dripped off uour voice and a frown filled your face as you watched him eat. 
EZ perked up waiting for the other shoe to drop, knowing it was seconds before you put two and two together. 
“and how the fuck did you kno—“ your head snapped to EZ who was sitting on the same cement block but to your left. “you fuckin’ told him!” 
Backfired. EZ quickly raised his hands in surrender. “I said nothing he just paid attention when you told us.” He shrugged. 
“You expect me to believe that?” Your frown deepened. 
Angel was now sporting the Reyes shit eating grin knowing he had gotten away with his comment. 
“Alright, seriously. What was so bad about the date?” Angel asked curiously. 
“What you wanna take notes for yourself?” You weren’t backing down off the defense. 
“I think he’s being genuine.” EZ spoke up with a shocking display of defense for his brother. 
“Sorry.” You apologized quickly to both of them and took a deep breath. “It was just weird. A lot of weird topics of conversation and he wanted to take me back to the Polynesian Lodge.” Angel looked at you confused and before he could ask you responded. “Motel.”
Angel nodded in understanding, finishing off his food and grabbing his drink as he rested his arms on his bent knees. 
“Thanks for picking me up, guys.” Your voice softened as you spoke to them. “I owe you.” Your head swiveled to look at both of them. 
“Look at this bozo.” Angel said as he nodded towards a man wearing a full 3 piece suit walking out of the convenience store next to the fast food building. 
“Oh my god.” You quickly hid your face as best as you could with your hand, not having much of an option as you were sitting in an open and empty lot. 
EZ glanced to the man and then to you, putting two and two together. The laugh that left his mouth was impossible to recreate, it was so genuine and loud that it caused the man to look over at the group of you. 
“Fuck he lookin’ at?” Angel made a face. 
“Its HIM.” You gritted your teeth together and spoke low. You peaked to see him staring at you three. 
Angel was quick to change his face, his hand raising to cheers the man with his soda, EZ doing the same but with less enthusiasm and more of a neutral face. 
“Have a good night, man.” EZ spoke with a normal voice, it wasn’t what you wished happened but the situation was unique to say the least. But then Angel had to speak up. 
“You’ll get ‘em next time, Cap!!” 
With that you completely melted into the ground of the parking lot, wishing you could disappear from this stupid little area ofd route 8. 
“Next time, I’m walking home.” 
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berberriescorner · 11 months
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What love language(s) do you think EZ Reyes, Angel Reyes, Chris Evans, and Rio each have?
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Oh, I love this! Sorry it took a minute to get back to you. I wanted to think it over and put a great deal of thought into my answer. It's kind of lengthy, so brace yourself😂 . Just a reminder, this is based on my opinion y'all. Don't jump down my throat if you disagree😂.
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Angel Reyes:
His love language would be words of affirmation. The oldest Reyes (well technically the middle 😂👀) loves reassurance. He finds that in the small things. Hearing you tell him, "I love you, papa," or "I appreciate you." Means the world to him. It's just something about the way you say the words, "I'm proud of you," that warms his heart. He may come off as a nonchalant jerk, but deep down Angel has a heart of gold. Though he struggles with communication. He appreciates that it comes easy to you. That you know when he's trying to shut you out. "Angel, I've given you two days to stew in your anger. I don't know what the issue is, but that changes today. Talk to me. What's on your mind? What can I do to help?" This is enough to get him to release all his emotions. He loves that you're willing to listen to him vent. He feels you are the only person that can actually hear and understand him.
Angel also spills over into the love language of physical touch. He loves it when you two are just lounging around. His head is in your lap as you run your fingers through his hair, giving light kisses here and there. He loves when you play with the rings on his hands. Angel knows the feel of his cool rings soothes your heated skin. The warmth of your skin is a result of the naughty things he's always telling you. He loves getting you riled up, knowing that in a matter of minutes, you'll be begging to feel those ringed fingers messaging your silky flesh.
Ezekiel Reyes:
Like his older brother, this Reyes blends two different categories as well. Having spent quite a bit of time locked up. I would have to say that Ezekiel's first love language would be quality time. Losing all that time makes him appreciate that he has it now. He would want to spend as much time with his lady as possible. They don't even really have to be doing much, he just wants to be in her presence. He would love nothing more than to stay in, cuddled under a blanket reading one of his favorite books to you. He loves that you snuggle into him and listen, asking questions about the book here and there. EZ reads until he hears light snores fall from your lips. Looking down, he brushes the hair from your face, placing a kiss on your forehead. He would probably stare at you for a few moments and then carry you to bed, tucking you and himself in.
Then there is his secondary love language as much as he loves quality time. Ezekiel also has an appreciation for acts of service. He deals with a lot, whether it be family or the club. The fact that you're always willing to step in and help him out, makes him love you even more. He loves that you always stop in and check on his dad. That you offer to help him with household chores and cooking dinner. He doesn't have to worry about him on runs, because he knows you're there checking and spending time with Felipe.
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Chris Evans:
We all know he tends to be a workaholic. Every time we turn around, he’s starring in a different project. I'm going to guess that his love language is quality time. He comes off as someone who likes to stay low-key and to himself. Chris also seems like a homebody. I can picture him wanting you all to himself, opting for a quiet evening alone at home. It could be a candle-lit dinner that the two of you made together. Maybe even a night cuddling in bed, binging your favorite movies/tv shows. I can picture him staring down at you, smiling at how cute your laugh sounds. His hand rubs your arm as you cuddle against him, eyes glued to the television. Eyes still locked on you, he’ll pull you closer and place a kiss on your forehead. Chris takes in your features, appreciating that you look gorgeous in just your PJs. You feel him staring, and once you've made eye contact, that quality time turns into passion.
You know what? I’m going to throw in physical touch as well. Chris has been on record saying he deals with anxiety. Hear me out. I’m willing to bet that he craves physical touch. It comes in handy when he’s dealing with stress or anxiety. I can picture the two of you spending time together in his hotel before a premiere or interview on a press tour. Yes, he’s walked the red carpet and sat down for numerous appearances, but his nerves run wild each time. With you by his side, the nerves and anxiety subside as you hug him tightly and kiss his cheek wishing him good luck for the night. “You feeling a little anxious, baby? Just relax. That charming smile and charismatic personality will get you through it,” you tell him as you rub your hands up and down his arms. The tension and worry slowly drain from his body from the feel of your touch. “Thank you, honey,” he pecks your lips as he prepares to head out.
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Rio:
Actions speak louder than words with Mr. Gang-Friend himself. In my opinion, Rio is a blend of two love languages, just like the other sexy men listed above. The first is acts of service, and the second: physical touch. He takes pride in his work and loves being the sole provider of the house (even if his significant other chooses to have a successful career of their own). His partner speaks his love language by taking care of other things. Rio can always look forward to coming home to a warm meal. To him, it doesn’t matter if you cooked it yourself or ordered takeout. Just the act of making sure he’s eaten is enough to make him feel loved. You pick up any slack he may have with the kids when his work interferes. All of you understand the importance of what he’s trying to do for the family. It’s also little things, such as having a fresh cup of coffee waiting for him in the mornings. Rio loves the way you take care of him when he’s feeling under the weather. His stubborn ass will swear up and down that he’s not sick. “Baby, I’m fine. Just tired is all.” That’s until it hits him hard, turning him into a whiny sick man child. “Baby, can you make me some soup? Please and thank you, mama.” He’ll roll his eyes at the fact that you were right and call him out about it. He’s fully aware that you have other responsibilities, which makes him even more appreciative.
Are we surprised that the other love language is physical touch? Y’all know this man can’t keep his hands to himself, and he loves that you are the same. Believe it or not, what he appreciates most is that you always know when he needs it. Over time you’ve learned his moods and mannerisms. It’s not hard for you to tell when he’s had a horrible day. Rio doesn’t even have to utter a single word. You just know. One look at him, and you’re crossing the room to get to him as quickly as possible. Rio, meeting your embrace, soaks in the feeling of your arms wrapping around his waist. He grins at the fact that you have to stand on your toes to peck his lips. This small gesture alone is enough to ease his tense muscles. Rio will then spend time with the kids as you warm his plate. Once he’s nice and full, it’s bedtime for everyone. The two of you shower together once the kids have been tucked in. After a nice calming shower, the both of you fall into bed. He’ll slide between your legs, lying on your chest. As the pair of you cuddle, it makes him comfortable enough to vent about his frustrations from the day. Your hands massage his scalp and eventually lull him into a peaceful sleep.
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I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did answering it😆🥰! Be sure to leave your thoughts. Please feel free to comment and reblog, lovelies!
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4. Stars ✨
Summary: EZ is president now and with that new control over the club has come new control over you.
Pairing: EZ Reyes x female reader
Warnings: 18+ Sexual content MDNI, PIV sex, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation-(everything is consensual but the reader does ask him to stop due to overstimulation, not because she is no longer consenting), EZ talking the reader through it a little condescendingly
Word count: 745
A/N: Named it Stars because that what the 🍆 has you seeing in this one 🥰 Could potentially be seen as a little OOC for EZ, I just went with more of his personality from the later seasons. The more ruthless EZ as opposed to the usual characteristic early on cinnamon roll EZ 🫣 Also none of the other women that he’s been with on the show exist in this timeline so the reader is his first valentine since getting released.
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"I can't, I can't, I can't-"
EZ chuckled at your breathless voice, high-pitched, whiny, and desperate as you pushed at his shoulders, trying to earn some reprieve. The vibration against your clit ran a shiver through you, a quiet sob pushing past your lips at the overstimulation. You weren't sure how many times he had made you come now.
You had stopped counting after six.
It was Valentine's Day, and with his time in prison, EZ hadn't had a Valentine to spoil in quite some time. But he had you this year and he had pulled out all of the stops. Breakfast in bed, spending the day together doing the hobbies of your choice, a fancy dinner at your favorite restaurant, and now that you were both home, he had spent the last 45 minutes with his face buried in your pussy eating you like a man starved.
It had been great at first, like always, but somewhere around the fifth orgasm, it had somewhat lost its novelty as you shook and spasmed over and over. He took some pity, opting to move his mouth to your inner thighs, leaving kisses and soft bites while his fingers worked into you instead. He'd given your swollen clit some safety from the abuse for a good few minutes, long enough to help you settle. Just to bring his full lips to it once more, suckling and kissing, your thighs casing tightly around his head.
But he simply laughs again, taking true pleasure in your overstimulation. His goatee has rubbed your lips raw and he pouts slightly as the small welts of irritation that ripple the texture of your sensitive skin.
"Poor baby."
He runs a finger over your slit, shaking his head at the way your hips jerk.
"I can't, EZ. I'm s-serious. I can't...I can't...no more..."
You're having trouble forming words, your brain turned into mush long ago. The Mayan president gets up from his prone position, a kink in his neck that he ignores. He's sitting up on his knees, looking down at you with pride and adoration, his mouth and beard glistening in copious amounts of your slick and his spit. His hand is unceremonious as it comes up to wipe at his mouth, his eyes darker than you ever remember seeing them. Ever since he's taken the gavel, he's been this way. More rough. Primal. Feral even.
And now that he has reduced you to an incoherent babbling mess, he finally grips his cock, thick and solid and leaking, just to tap it sadistically against your puffy pussy. He runs the underside over your clit, reveling in the small hiss you let out at the contact, cooing at you as he does.
"You're ok. You can take it. I know you can. You can be strong for me, right? Can't you?"
His tone was babying yet condescending and you blinked the tears out of your eyes, your head nodding softly. He grinned and leaned down to press his lips to yours, his tongue dominant as it pushed against yours, your taste still in his mouth. He pulled away after a moment more and took hold of himself once again, cock pushing through your lips easily, back and forth, back and forth, your hole clenching on nothing on nothing every time he grazed over your clit.
He finally sunk into you without warning, slow and steady until he was buried within you fully. He leaned his weight on top of you, burly arms coming up to rest on either side of your head, encasing you. His lips kissed and sucked at your jaw as he gave you a moment to adjust, his left hand fisted into your hair. Not pulling or tugging, but ensuring he kept you just where he wanted you. He pulled his hips back then, all the way until he had almost slipped out of you, and then sank all the way back in. Your thighs trembled as they rested against his waist, your breathing shallow and ragged and he continued those strokes, making you see stars.
You made noises that EZ assumed might've been meant to sound like words, but they were unintelligible, so he paid them no mind.
"There you go, baby. That's my good girl. Look how good you take all of me."
You whimpered and nodded, your brain as scrambled as your insides, you having no choice but to lay there and take everything he gave you.
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A Greater Love
EZ Reyes x Reader(You) Imagine
Warnings: 18+Only Smut below!
Went through my wips, found this and I was inspired to finish it ASAP! Gawd, he’s one fine ass man! 🥵
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EZ’s hands trailed up the sides of your thighs, your dress bunching at the waist as his big hands grabbed at your ass, groping you as he kissed you. “It’s been too long since I had someone cook for me.” His signature smile shining across his face as he spoke. “Well, someone so pretty, at least.” He dipped his head, kissing your neck softly as he squeezed you harder, his cock nudging at your stomach through the towel he had wrapped around his waist. The thickness of him rubbing against you made you wish you’d cooked something a little more simple. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, Felipe can cook his ass off, but watching him dance around the kitchen? Yeah, definitely not pretty.” You both laughed, enjoying your bodies pressed against each other before the sauce began to sputter in the pot, a couple drops splashing up from the pot landing on your bare arm.
“Ow!” You pulled your arm back, quickly rubbing the red drops of heated sauce away from your skin as Ez stirred the simmering contents of the pot, then turning the dial to low, he brought his attention back to you.
“See what happens when you distract me, Ezekiel?” You fainted a pout.
His eyebrow cocked at you, before he lifted your arm, his lips soothing the burn that you were being completely dramatic about with a soft kiss. “I’m sorry, baby. Is this where it got you?” He kissed the spot again as you nodded. “What about here?” His lips were on your neck, kissing just the right spot, making you clench around nothing, a soft moan falling from your mouth.
“Yeah, I think it got me there, too.” Your breath caught in your throat as he kissed your neck ever so softly, his breath sending chills over your body.
“What about here, querida?” His hand ran up your thigh, his mouth still trailing heated kisses over both sides of your neck, bringing it up the front of your dress, his fingers tickling you as they grazed against your panty covered pussy.
“Definitely, got me there,” you moaned against his mouth, your hands on his hard shoulders.
“Oh, yeah?” He scooped you up, placing you on the counter. “Let me make it better, then.” Sinful fingers dipped in the side of your panties, meeting your wet clit, your head flew back as you hissed at the sensations his fingertips were bringing you. Round and round he rolled your bud, his breath hard against your mouth as your tongues fought for control of the other's mouth.
You pulled your lips from his, eyes blowing wide, mouth falling open as your eyes locked on his, his fingers opening you wide, slick sounds filling the room. “Baby, the sauce is—oh, fuck!” You moaned out, as he hit your favorite spot. Pushing at his shoulders, trying to move off the counter, trying to run from the amazing feelings but his strong body kept you stuck where you were, pinned in by him. “EZ, my sauce is gonna burn!”
Turning the dial to off, he picked you up again, this time carrying you to his bedroom. “Taco truck’s open late, querida, and I can’t wait to be inside you for another minute.” Setting you down in front of the bed, he brought his hands to your cheeks, cupping them as he kissed you slowly, this time, your body falling into his. Pulling away from you and stepping back, EZ couldn’t help but wonder how he got so fucking lucky.
You were just what he needed, the light that shone bright in his fucked up world. “I love you, Y/n,” his eyes showing how true his words were, his hands coming back to cup your face, thumbs feathering lightly, sending butterflies fluttering around your stomach.
“You love me?” Your voice was so soft, a hint of disbelief showing through at his acknowledgement. Your hands came to his bare chest, running slowly up him, coming up to cup his cheeks, his hands now finding their way to your waist, your eyes starting to mist with tears of happiness.
“I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, it just never felt as right as it does now, querida.” Your heart was beating so hard, it could burst from your chest. Your lips were back on his, hands pulling at the towel wrapped around him, letting it pool on the floor around his feet, his cock already bobbing with anticipation.
Falling gently to your knees, you kissed his lower stomach, his muscles tightening at the sensation, your lips moving lower as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. Licking from the base to the tip, his hand palmed the back of your head as you stared up at him through your lashes. “I love you so much, Ezekiel Reyes,” you took him in your mouth, not saying another word as you worked your mouth on his cock, he groaned as he watched himself disappear in the wet heat of your mouth.
“Fuck, baby, suck my cock so good,” his head fell back, hands cupping your cheeks as you worked your mouth up and down on his throbbing wood. “Get up here,” he commanded, pulling you up by your arm, his cock falling from your mouth with a slick pop.
“Mmmm, I love it when you boss me around,” you giggled when he spun you around, pushing the front of your body on the bed, he pulled your hips up, his hand smacked down hard against your bare ass.
“Yeah, querida? You like when I make you mine?” You felt him grab his cock and drag the tip of it through your folds, slapping your clit a few times with his tip making you whimper beneath him. “Yeah, you do. Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” he groaned, pushing the tip of his swollen cock inside your tight hole, your hands fisting the sheets beneath you as he pushed himself further inside you, splitting your pussy over his thick shaft.
“Feels so—good,” you whimpered, cheek planted against the sheets as his long, slow strokes had you spinning, something deep inside catching fire, burning through you to your core. He started to pound into you, slow and easy becoming too teasing for him, he wanted to give your pussy his all, fuck you into oblivion.
“Tell me you love me, again, mamas,” he grunted, the sound of your sex filling the room as he worked your g-spot with the tip of his cock, coaxing the wetness out of you to coat his cock and balls, the insides of your thighs absolutely drenched, his cock making a mess out of you.
“Oh, fuck, EZ, I love you sooo much!” You moaned out desperately, sitting up on your arms, rocking your hips back, ass smacking against the front of him. Reaching under you, his thumb rolled over your clit, sparks darting from your swollen bud to the place deep inside you he was hitting. His groans behind you had you gasping, your hand coming to your breast, tugging gently at your own nipple as he pumped into you.
His hips stopped, your head snapped to the side, lips pouting at him, “EZ, what—don’t stop, please, baby,” you begged, working your pussy on his cock.
“Get yourself off on my cock. I wanna watch you make yourself cum,” he smacked your ass, watching your pussy spread over him, his dick becoming even more slick with your cum. “Yeaaah, that’s it, querida,” he groaned as you rocked back and forth on his cock, your ass jiggling making his dick twitch as he watched, his big hand laying another hard smack on your ass making you work your pussy faster.
“Oh, Ezekiel!” You screamed, cumming hard around his cock, his hands landing back on your hips as he railed into you hard and fast, making you cry out further, falling onto your upper body as he fucked you into the bed.
“Say it, again,” he grunted.
The fact that he wanted to hear you say it so much, just made you wanna say it to him more, “I love you, Ezekiel Reyes, only you, baby,” you gasped as he fucked into you harder, how that was possible, well, you couldn’t really say ‘nor did you care as you felt another wave of bliss crash over you, “oh, my god!” You screamed, your cum gushing over his cock and spilling onto the sheets.
Feeling you cum so hard, threw him over the edge, his cock spilling his thick load deep inside you. Breathing hard he pulled himself from you, falling back against the bed, laughing at how you were still ass up, your cheek planted against the bed as you laid Dickmatized next to him. “Come here, querida,” he said through hard breaths. You moved shakily over to him, your body still coming down as you moved to cuddle into his side, the two of you falling asleep shortly after.
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You woke up around ten am, your hand searching the bed for your lover, sitting up when you realized his side was empty. Pulling the sheet around you, you noticed the small paper laying on top of his pillow. You reached over for it, sitting against the headboard, you read aloud the words written on the paper by your man. ‘We loved with a love that was more than love’
Edgar Allan Poe, EZ, really?! Oh, you’re soooo gonna get it tonight, you thought as you smiled, pressing the paper gently to your lips. In the years to come, he would leave a note with that same line on it randomly in places for you to find, never letting you forget that when he said I love you, it wasn’t three words he just threw around, no, those words would always mean everything to him.
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Your Biker in Worn Leather Part 2
Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader
Category: Angst
Word count: 396
Summary: You finally tell EZ who’s responsible for your current appearance.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I have no idea if the Burning Souls are a real MC, it’s just a made up name for this fic. If they are real, this is in no way, shape, or form related to them and for entertainment purposes only.
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EZ’s voice rang in your ears. Who did this to you? You knew the man Ezekiel would become once you told him the name. That version of EZ was terrifying to you despite his lividness never being aimed at you but others instead.
“Baby, who was it?” The biker asked once again in a softer tone, concerned filled eyes never leaving your face.
You swallowed hard. “Burning Souls.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look into EZ’s eyes. The fire that resided there was frightening and anyone in their right mind would run for the hills when met with the intense anger that bubbled up in the Mayan.
The Burning Souls were relatively new to the scene, being made up by men discharged from various branches of the armed forces and former police officers. They used all their skills, experience, and resources to their advantage to strike fear into anyone and everyone who crossed their path. What was their motivation? Their goal? Easy. To destroy all MCs in the state of California. To cause chaos, destruction, havoc and if people died in the process, that made it even better.
The Burning Souls had been scoping out the Mayans for a few weeks now. They had watched each Mayan through town and ultimately followed them to the clubhouse’s run down walled gate.
When the Burning Souls first saw you they didn’t think much of you, thinking you were just a club hang around and only there for fun and sex. That opinion of you was proven wrong when they kept seeing you with the Mayans’ Vice President, Ezekiel Reyes. The hugs and kisses exchanged between you and EZ told the story of love. Now the Burning Souls had what they needed — a weakness. A weakness to the VP. It was as close to the top as they were going to get since Obispo Losa showed no interest in love or affection but rather just sex. With no ammo to use on the Mayans’ President, the VP was next in line.
As soon as the MC’s name left your lips, EZ’s jaw tightened, fists clenched, his anger rose and rose with each passing second.
No one harms, much less touches his girl. Most importantly, no one lives to tell the tale.
Ezekiel Reyes was about to start a war ten times worse than the entire world has ever seen.
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drabbles-mc · 1 year
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Aftermath (Part 2)
EZ Reyes x F!Reader
You can find Part 1 Here
Dedicated to @withmyteeth because I don't know if I ever would've gotten around to finishing and posting a part 2 for this without your encouragement and help creating this chaos. 💖
Warnings: 18+, language, smut
Word Count: 2.2k
A/N: I already know there's gonna be a part 3. I gotta drag out the mess a little while longer I can't help it.
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Your promise of, “It’s not going to happen again,” lasted about a week. Never again had quickly turned into over and over again. Each time you wound up on EZ’s doorstep, you were expecting it to be the time that he sent you away, but he never did. You thought it’d get old after a while, for him at least, but it didn’t seem like it was.
It was always at his trailer. EZ had yet to set foot inside your apartment since the two of you had picked up your nasty little habit. Any time you knocked on his door, he always let you in without a question or a complaint. A few snarky remarks, sure, but never anything that made it sound like he was going to cut you off. Thank god for that.
At some point you were going to have to find a different distraction. Preferably one that didn’t involve hooking up with your ex’s brother. But this worked too well to be able to hang it up just yet. You didn’t have a single coherent thought about anything when EZ was inside you, let alone any thoughts about his shitty brother and your even shittier breakup.
Even when the light wasn’t on inside you still knocked, and he still answered. You’d always wake up to an empty bed and slink off first thing in the morning without another word about it. By the grace of some sort of higher power you hadn’t run into Angel on your walks of shame. Your luck was surely going to run out at some point, but it hadn’t yet.
You were nose-deep in a book on one of your rare days off when your phone buzzed on the end table next to you. You reached back behind your head without taking your eyes off the page, only diverting your attention to the notification when you reached the bottom of the page you were on. Your brows furrowed in confusion when you saw EZ’s name.
“Busy?”
It only made you more confused. “Why?”
“If you’re free, come over”
You raised your eyebrows in surprise. It was the middle of the afternoon. There was only one reason that EZ would go out of his way to ask you to come over, which also wasn’t something that had ever happened. You were always the one who initiated it. But going over to see him in the middle of the day seemed like the two of you would be asking for trouble. Not that you hadn’t been doing that plenty already.
You thought about it for a moment before repeating yourself. “Why?”
“You know why”
You laughed, rolling your eyes as you did so. Letting your head drop back, you stared up at the ceiling as you weighed the pros and cons of your options. Saying it felt like a bad idea would be redundant. Hooking up with EZ at any hour was a bad idea. However, going over in broad daylight seemed to making it worse for no real extra reward. But he was actually extending an invite for once.
Snapping your book shut, you set it aside and got up off the couch. You’d come up with an excuse for showing up at the yard on the drive over. If you saw anyone, but especially if you saw Angel, you were going to cut the cord on the entire endeavor. But maybe you’d get lucky again and no one would be there.
It would’ve taken five seconds to text EZ back that you were getting ready to head over, but you didn’t. Instead, you changed out of your comfy lounge clothes, just swapping them out for a tank top and a pair of cutoffs before grabbing your keys and heading to your car.
The scrapyard was a ghost town when you got there. There might’ve been a couple guys in the clubhouse, but you weren’t going to go and find out for sure. You quickly walked over to EZ’s trailer, stepping onto the first of the tiny steps and knocking on the door. The rattling of the flimsy metal always seemed so loud.
When he pulled the door open, the expression on his face went from serious to smug in no time at all. You saw the tremble of his body as he laughed, opening the door for you. You stepped inside. “Surprised to see me?”
“No,” he replied without hesitation.
Smug motherfucker. You had no retort for it, though. You were the one who showed up. “Where is everyone?” you asked as you nodded towards the tiny window above the sink that looked out over the currently-vacant lot.
“Most of the guys are on a run,” he replied with a shrug.
You nodded. “That explains it.”
You were halfway to coming up with something else smarmy to say when he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Your body had no fight in it anymore when it came to him. The second his skin touched yours, you melted into it. Even though you’d only hooked up a couple times, it felt like he had your entire body memorized.
Your hands came up to cup his face as he continued to kiss you. Your needy whimpers turned into moans when you felt his hands slip past the back of the waistband of your shorts. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, pinning your hips against his in the process. You felt your knees wanting to buckle when you felt how hard he already was.
He didn’t give you much time to think about it as he turned you and walked you the few steps back so that your legs were hitting the side of his mattress. You let him push you down and crawl on top of you so that he was straddling you, his lips quickly landing on the side of your neck, teeth greedily sinking into the soft skin there.
Before you knew it he had you spread out across the mattress, stripped down to your bra and nothing else. He had one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your thigh, fingers gripping your hips in a vice as he pounded into you. You balled your fists into the thin sheets of his bed as you tried to keep your moans as quiet as possible knowing that anyone could walk by the outside of his trailer at any moment.
EZ didn’t seem to share your concern for discretion as he pried one hand off your hip and brought it between your legs, his thumb brushing against your clit instantly causing you to writhe against him. Every move and sound you made only caused the smug look on his face to intensify.
You hadn’t been paying much mind to the noise of the scrapyard until you heard the sound of voices. It was a mild distraction, a tiny crack in the false reality you found yourself in every time you were inside EZ’s trailer, every time EZ was inside you. It would’ve been something you were able to push from your mind in a matter of seconds if you hadn’t heard Angel’s voice amongst them. You froze, your body instantly locking up as your eyes widened.
“EZ!” Your whisper was loud, harsh as you tried to move away from him.
“What?” He was good at pretending to be clueless as to why you were so annoyed, but you knew that he wasn’t that stupid.
“You said the guys were on a run!” You were still fighting against the tight grip he had on your hip, one hand now tightly gripping your thigh to make it even harder for you to move.
“I said most of the guys were,” he retorted with a smirk.
“And you didn’t think to mention that Angel wasn’t one of those guys?”
“Why does it matter?” He slowly started to move his hips again. “It’s not like he’s gonna—”
As if your life wasn’t already an infuriating comedy of errors, there was a loud banging against the door of EZ’s trailer. “Yo! Boy Scout!” Angel hollered from the other side. “Guys are almost back. Templo in thirty!”
EZ’s eyes were locked on yours, like he didn’t have a single care in the world as he answered. “Alright!” He turned his head, kissing the side of your calf before carrying on the conversation from opposite sides of the door. “All good?”
Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull, hating the feeling that he was trying to get the two of you caught. You pulled your leg back so that your foot planted against his chest, trying to use whatever leverage you could get to kick him away from you. He wasn’t budging, though, easily thwarting your efforts with a quiet laugh as Angel answered cluelessly from outside.
“I don’t know. Guess we’ll fuckin’ find out.”
You were holding your breath, feeling like you were about to crawl out of your skin. You waited for the door to swing open, for the chaos to ensue, but it didn’t. Neither of you could actually hear Angel walking away, but the fact that he didn’t say anything else led you both to believe that he had headed for the clubhouse.
EZ finally let your leg drop, moving so that he was hovering over you and caging you in with his arms as he did. “Guess we got thirty minutes.”
You rolled your eyes and tried to push him off of you, a mostly half-hearted effort. “No, you’ve got about thirty seconds to get off of me before I—”
“What?” he asked as he reached and lazily adjusted your legs so that they were hooked around his waist.
“What if he walked in?!”
“He didn’t.”
You sputtered out the first half of a few different words, not able to actually string anything together. “Get off me. Get,” you pushed against his chest with both palms, “get out of me.”
You hated that you were fighting the urge to laugh at the fact that it was a sentence that you were even saying. EZ didn’t try to hide his amusement, though, the grin on his face growing as he did the exact opposite of what you’d asked, pushing himself into you until his hips met yours. He felt the way your nails set into his chest, the staggered breath you took, and he knew that you weren’t going to be leaving before the thirty minutes was up.
You were shimmying back into your shorts when you heard the sound of motorcycle engines. If nothing else, EZ was methodical and could time it just about down to the damn minute. He was pulling his t-shirt back down over his head, covering up the scratches you left behind on his chest. Your eyes were glued to him as you pulled on your shoes, watching the way he shrugged on his kutte.
Despite everything that had happened, how cocky and reckless he was being, you were already thinking about coming back again.
When he turned and looked at you, the look in his eyes let you know that he knew exactly what you were thinking. He at least let you save a little face, didn’t comment on it directly. The roar of the engines stopped, and EZ made his way for the trailer door.
“Give it five and you should be good,” he said casually, like he hadn’t just put your body and brain through the goddamn wringer.
“Got it,” you said with a nod.
You shook your head at him when he shot you another grin before going down the steps and exiting the trailer. He shut the door tightly behind him, and within moments you heard him getting wrapped up in conversation with the men who had just gotten back from the run. You weren’t really listening to what they were saying, more just how they sounded, how EZ sounded. With the way he was talking he might as well have just been lounging all afternoon waiting for them to get back. But, the bruises you could feel coming in on your hips were stark evidence against that.
Once it had been silent for a couple minutes, you crept out of the trailer. You left the yard, making your way back to your car on shaky legs. When you got back to your car, you collapsed into the driver’s seat. Pulling your phone out, you went to send a message to EZ. You didn’t even know what you really wanted to say—part of you felt like you should just quit while you were ahead, before Angel actually did walk in on the two of you. But it felt too good to want to stop.
You almost texted Angel, too. Not about EZ, of course. You had the overwhelming urge, though, to send him something scathing and completely unnecessary if not a little deserved after how he’d treated you. Maybe some of EZ’s cockiness was rubbing off on you. Shaking your head at yourself, you wound up doing neither before tossing your phone into the cupholder of your car and heading home, deciding to keep up the game of Reyes Russian Roulette for a little while longer.
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your-space-brain · 7 months
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The Space Between
Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes x Reader - One Shot
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The way he looked at you could’ve melted a nun. His dark eyes were so brooding, with so many thoughts trapped behind them that he just couldn’t voice. His complicated mind held so many trapped notions that wouldn’t forth from his lips. He was given the curse of remembering everything.
You were his object of affection. He looked at you and the corners of his lips turned up, the subtle action lighting up his whole face. You watched him walk to you and raise his hand, to touch your fingertips to his.
You did the same, touching your fingertips to his rough ones, if it wasn’t for the clear barrier between you of glass. Instead, you were met with the smooth coolness, and he pulled his hand back as quickly as it was put up.
You could never be too sure in prison. There were eyes and ears everywhere, and as EZ picked up the black phone, so did you.
“Hey, mi ciela.” The phone receiver was pressed close to his mouth, so he could talk lower, so the others didn’t hear. He didn’t need you used as a weapon against him on the inside. His voice slowly soothed your nervous system.
“Hey, EZ.”
“How are you doing out there?”
“It’s lonely.”
“…I know.”
He didn’t regret taking the heat for the Reaper Run. He didn’t regret the beating that he got from the cops. He regretted leaving his heart behind on the outside.
“Have you been taking the money that I told Angel to give you?”
“Do I ever?”
He exhaled, a faint chuckle leaving his lips. You never did. You were so stubborn. You were about as headstrong as he was, if not more. If the situation was different, you’d argue with him.
“You need to. It’s my money.”
“I’m not worried about me, I’m worried about you.”
“I’m good, miel, I’m good.”
“There’s money on your books?”
“Yes. Don’t worry about me. I got me, querida.”
“I know, but…” There was a moment of silence, your desperate eyes looking at his calmer, more stoic ones. “Are you keeping busy in there?”
“I try. They rip books down the spine so you only get part of them. Kind of hard to read a book when you start and stop right in the middle.”
You frowned, and changed the subject again. “Does it hurt bad?” You asked of the marrings on his skin from the police batons.
“Not too bad. Reminds me to keep moving.”
“Did they—”
“Reyes.”
They didn’t need to say it. Time’s up. 5 minutes, once a week. Your heart jumped in your throat as he stood.
“I love you.” You were desperate. He looked you right in your eyes, and you knew he wouldn’t say it.
‘I love you.’ He mouthed, before nodding as if to confirm it before he turned away. You could never be too careful. Showing emotion just got you hurt in there. 604,800 seconds, you would wait, just to get your 300 seconds with him.
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