#ezekiel reyes smut

[darklydeliciousdesires]

First... and Only - An EZ Reyes/Reader One Shot Story.

Smutty, fluffy first time with EZ. Enjoy!

Words - 3,456

Warnings - Smut below the cut. Under 18? DNI!

Tags - @vulgar-display-of-escapism @withmyteeth @mrnd93 @drabbles-mc @kitty-of-mischief @rikki-b-lake @babaohhhriley @indigosaurus @saracatherine @darqchilddaydreamz​

“Oh, damnit,” you begin, reaching for your bag with your foot while trying to keep hold of the two side braids you just plaited into your hair to keep the top half off your face.  Reaching further, you just about manage to hook your toe under the strap, shifting down the bed slightly where you’re both resting, having a lazy afternoon watching Netflix. “EZ, help. I’m all out of hands!”

He laughs softly through his nose, grasping your bag and hauling it over. “Hair bands?”

“Yes. They’re in the middle pocket.” He unzips the bag and delves in, locating the little clear pouch you keep them in, pulling out another packet with them.  

“Oh?” he begins, raising his eyebrows at the discovery of a package of contraceptive pills. “Since when have you needed these?”  

“Since not yet. Since impending.” Being raised in a ridiculously strict religious household, sexually, you’re a very late bloomer. Now you’ve been out in the world on your own without the threat of your parents (whom because of their attitudes and treatment of you throughout your tentative years, you no longer have contact with) and their hellfire, you’re enjoying dating for the first time ever. And, as a result of that, ready to try the natural progression from dating. Sex. It’s time you had it, and finally, you’ve found a guy you very much want to experience it with.

EZ smirks, putting them back into your bag as you seal your braids together with one of the bands, finger combing the rest of your loose tresses. “So, things with Ryan are going well then, if you’re thinking pre-emptively?”

“Yeah, yeah they are.”

He picks up on the slight lacklustre delivery of your statement immediately. Of course, he does. He’s your best friend, after all. He’s trained in all things you after so long. “You don’t sound all that thrilled at the prospect.”

“No, no,” you begin, waving your hand. “I am, but I’m nervous.”

He shrugs slightly. “I think everyone is when it’s their first time. I mean, he knows, doesn’t he?”

You shift a little awkwardly. “I um, I haven’t told him. And I don’t want him to know he’s my first either. I don’t want it to be this big song and dance, or this overly romantic moment, not at my age! I just want to have sex and get the first experience of that over with. It doesn’t mean so much to me.”

He looks a little puzzled at various points throughout your explanation. “Babe, it should matter to you. Okay, so you don’t have to make it sickly sweet and overly romantic, as you say, but he should at least know he’s your first.”

You smile thinly. “I kinda can’t tell him that now, because as far as he’s concerned, I’ve had sex before. I’m so fucking embarrassed at still holding my V plates, I didn’t want to tell him. It also kinda puts me at a really bad disadvantage now, too, because I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. Help, EZ!”

Clinging to his arm, you hide your face against his shoulder for a moment, EZ wrapping that arm around you, holding you against him. “What, you want me to be your practice run?”

Your eyes widen, your cheeks tingling with bashful colouring. “Oh, Jesus! That isn’t what I meant!” Immediately you turn away, covering your face with your hands and squeaking in shame.  

“I would, you know. If you wanted me to.”

Immediately, you surface, his ease at the idea taking you by surprise. “You would?”

“Yeah, I would. At least then you wouldn’t have lied to Ryan about not doing it before, and your first time would have been with someone you know and trust, too.” His comfortableness with the idea really is a little startling, but you have to admit, the idea hasn’t prompted any kind of hesitation from you. Well, not too much.  

“And you don’t think it’d make things weird with us?”

He snorts a little. “I think we’re too close for that to happen. You said you didn’t want a big song and dance, so it doesn’t have to be. It’ll just be me, putting various parts of myself inside you for a while, you’ll enjoy it, know what you’re doing once we’re finished and there, it’ll be done with.”

“Oh, I will, will I?” you playfully question. “You’re very confident.”

He grins. “I have very good reason to be.”  

“Hmm?” you murmur.

“Mmhmm.” At some point throughout this, you’ve both turned onto your sides to face one another, EZ reaching to stroke his finger around your navel, exposed above the waistband of your sweats. “So, do you want me to show you why I’m so confident?”

Suddenly, you feel a little nervous at the prospect, but know underneath that with EZ, he’s the very last man in the world you need to feel nerves or guardedness around. He might be a violent criminal, an outlaw with few morals, but to you, he’s your safe place, your secure person. With him, you know you have nothing to fear, even though a little part of your brain is squealing at you, how strange it is, the prospect of the fact that your best friend is about to put his cock inside of you.  

Oh, did you just make up your mind? Interested parties should probably be informed of that...

“Yes, okay.”  

“Alright. Just relax, you look like a bit like Bambi staring at a shotgun,” he laughs softly, reaching for you, his big hand tenderly caressing your face as he leans closer, his lips capturing yours in a kiss. It’s chaste to begin with, both of you sizing the other up a little, those kisses soon deepening. Oh god, he’s such a good kisser! He clasps you close, his hands wandering, stroking your back, one moving to grasp at your ass, his thigh moving between yours as your fingers tug at his t shirt.  

You’ve always secretly thought what a sexy body he has, but now you get to touch, you don’t spare a moment in pulling that t shirt up, EZ straightening up and yanking it over his head before laying back down, kissing you with enthusiasm as your fingers delight in stroking him, each ridge of hard muscle encased beneath soft skin, exploring his body, your explorative touches making his flesh prickle with goosepimples, a gruff grunt pouring from his mouth to yours when your thumb and forefinger pinch and tug at one of his nipples.  

You feel a little drunk on him already, his hands moving to squeeze your tits, in awe of all the new sensations you’re experiencing, little fizzes of pleasure shocking you as your tongue swirls with his, having it hit you in waves that you’re about to have sex for the first time, and with your best friend. Feeling braver, your hands slide down over his abs, feeling them shudder beneath your keen fingertips, brushing over the thick bulge that’s starting to tent against dark denim.  

It’s exciting for you, unbuckling his belt, unfastening his jeans, knowing you’re about to see and feel a cock in the flesh for the very first time, that excitement coming out on the fervour of your kisses. Your hand slips beneath the waistband of his boxers, curling around his shaft, moving your mouth to his neck rapidly to hide your wide-eyed expression at his size as you pull him free, looking down to gaze upon the long, thick erection in your soft grasp.

You love the way it feels in your hand, so hard, but the skin covering it so soft and velvety, your grip gentle as your run your hand up and down upon him, his shuddered breath making your insides prickle pleasantly. “Tighten your hand just a little more. Yeah, that’s good. Fuck, that’s really good.” he instructs, his big chest rising sharply, his breath hitching when your fingers reach the head of his cock. Through your tentative knowledge, you know he’s more sensitive there, your thumb gently stroking over the very tip, wet with precum, his hips jolting at that action, a groan welling in his throat.  

You hand glides up, thumb circling, gliding down again, pulsing a few squeezes at the base of his hardness, your mouth kissing his chest, watching as his nipples harden, his breathing deepening, abs shuddering a little. “Is that good?”  

“Oh, fuck yes, it’s good.” he assures you with a little ripple of laughter, his fingers gently pushing beneath your chin, raising your head and kissing you heatedly, his tongue swirling with yours as he pants into your mouth, your hand speeding up a little more on him. He shifts down a little, his hand stroking down your side, pulling at the sleeveless band top you’re wearing, fingers flicking your bra undone, exposing your breasts to him. You feel a little shy suddenly at being seen practically topless, his fingers stroking over your tits in turn, your nipples pebbling to his touch.  

He presses you back slightly, your hand still working his cock as he dips his head, mouth scattering kisses over your chest, his tongue circling each nipple, his mouth closing, sucking deftly. Closing your eyes, you lose yourself to the sensation, his mouth sending you a little giddy, the very first sexual contact you’ve ever received from a man, and god, it feels so good.  

His hand continues to slide down, fingertips pattering over your tummy, a glimmer of slightly nervous anticipation sparkling through you when those fingers reach your sweats, his hand pushing within. Your knees part on instinct, granting him better access as you feel him brush over your slit through your underwear, a shuddered breath fluttering over your tongue as he feels how wet you are, the fabric he rubs saturated in your arousal, his hand delving within, needing that contact with you.  

You whimper softly, your heartbeat escalating as he literally opens you up to a brand new touch, the only fingers other than your own to touch you so intimately, making the moment feel all the more real. In your mind, your inner voice is screaming in disbelief. ‘Oh my god, EZ is fucking stroking my pussy, I’m touching his cock, we’re kissing, it’s fucking amazing, what the hell?!’  

“Take these off.” His grunted instruction, his voice deepened by lust brings you back to the moment, his hand tugging at your clothes. Releasing his cock, you push your undies and sweats off, your hand resuming its gentle pull at his shaft, EZ moving your leg to rest on his hip, hand moving to begin stroking you once more.  

“Oh god, oh!” you gasp, his wet fingertips skimming over your clit, rubbing you very, very gently, evoking sweet tingles, your free hand cupping his cheek as your kisses gain urgency, panting against his mouth, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you, but still experiencing a slither of nervous energy over that. The size of him alone is a little worrying, although you know he’s going to make you more than ready for him.  

You’re tingling, your insides feeling that burning tug of arousal, the sting sated somewhat when he pushes his middle finger against your opening, the long, thick digit sliding within your walls, EZ groaning as you flutter around him, the glow he evokes at stroking you on the inside causing the pleasure you feel to radiate through your core, a sensation unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before.  

He adds a second finger, sliding them back and forth, a slow, thorough trawl, pressing and nudging against each sweetly sensitive spot he finds, curling his fingers and raking, locating your g spot with ease. “Oh, that feels so, so good!” you gasp, his fingers rotating, your slick soaking his hand.  

“Want me to make it feel even better?” You nod dumbly, panting hard as he turns you onto your back, pulling off his jeans and boxers while you remove your top and bra that have been bunched around your middle, a little soar of anticipation. Is this it? Is he going to... oh, not yet, he isn’t, his lips kissing your hip, leading over as he settles before you, lying flat as his hands part your thighs, your sex spreading for him, open and ready to receive the long, firm lick he bestows upon you.  

Oh Jesus. So that’s what it feels like. You always wondered, how it would feel to have a mouth between your legs.  

That first lick of your slit from his hot, eager tongue makes your eyes close tightly, your hands resting either side of his head, delighting in the feel of his mouth, again, your brain going into utter overdrive with the giddy thoughts. ‘Oh my god, EZ is eating my pussy, and fuck, he’s so good at it and he’s only just started, oh shit, I LOVE this!’ you think, feeling gratified beyond comprehension as he repeats the action again. Your hips shake, little quakes spreading through your body as you’re continuously tasted with keen exploration, EZ flattening his tongue against you and sliding it over every last bit of your hot, dewy flesh.

Every time he lays a firm lick at your clit, you jolt keenly, biting your lip hard as you shudder against his mouth and whine softly in bliss, scarcely able to believe anything could feel this good. His hands rest at your hips as his tongue starts to slowly circle your bud, relishing in how wet you’re getting for him. “Fuck, (Y/N), you taste so beautiful.”  

“I do?”

He nods, sucking at your clit, making you gasp, his cheeks hollowing as he groans deeply. “Oh, hell yes. God damnit, it’s making me so fucking turned on, eating you.”

Dipping his tongue into your dewy hole, he drags steams of that silky nectar he’s enjoying the taste of so much back to your little hardened bundle of nerves he’s so expertly focusing upon, so thorough in his ministrations, you can barely lie still. Gasping and moaning, you’re at a loss to know how on earth anything could feel so good, that is, until he pushes his fingers back within you, crooking them, continuing that circular stroke as his tongue beats firmly up and down over your clit.  

Your slippery walls begin to contract around his fingers, his tongue eagerly coaxing pure, unfiltered ecstasy from you, your soft moans loudening, making his cock throb to hear your ascension, biting your lip as your back arches, being penetrated quicker by hard snaps of his fingers. You can barely form thought, it feels so amazing, so utterly incredible, tight tingles spreading through you as a pulsing heat begins to blaze through you beautifully.

“Oh, shit! Please, please don’t stop, ohhh!”  

“Yeah, you gonna cum for me? Come on, cum all over my tongue, fuck.” He encourages you with, his licks firmer, faster, panting hard against you, the lewd sound of his fingers driving into you filling the air as you wail helplessly. It’s a surge of utter divinity that washes over you, rendering you a shrieking, shaking mess on the bed, your body clammy and hot, knowing that now you’ve experienced what it is to cum against a tongue, you’ll crave it endlessly.  

What you crave most of all, though, is him. Him inside of you, EZ sensing it, kissing his way back up your body, pushing your legs apart a little wider, his mouth closing over your nipple as you feel him guide his hardness towards your soaked opening, suddenly pausing.  

“There’s no need to, I’m clean, but do you want me to put a condom on?” he asks you courteously, his body trembling with anticipation. You smile, stroking his face while shaking your head.  

“No, I just want to feel you inside of me.” It’s a moment that suddenly takes on a lot more tenderness than either of you could have ever banked on feeling before it began, EZ pushing for entrance, his mouth dropping open and a sigh of blissful exclamation leaving it as he sinks into you steadily, resting his forehead to yours, kissing you softly. A little sob of pleasure escapes your mouth, overcome by it, the intrusion of him, so thick and unyielding, staggered by his gentleness as he remains still for a few seconds once he’s bottomed out, drawing back, that fluid glide better than anything you could have imagined.  

“Is that okay?” The way you kiss him gives him all the answer he needs, EZ resting his weight onto his forearms as he pushes forward again, establishing a slow rhythm, staring down at you, his thumbs stroking your cheeks before his eyes fall closed and he kisses you again. “You feel fucking amazing, damnit, you take me so damned well, beautiful.”  

His praise makes your heart somersault, butterflies exploding into life within your belly, the glide of his cock absolutely exquisite, a flurry of tingles charging through you as warmth gathers at the base of your spine, your veins gilded in sunshine as the pleasure radiates through you. God, sex is incredible. How on earth could something that feels so amazing ever be considered so dirty and sinful, as you were always taught? Lies. It was all lies.  

With each thrust, you feel yourself relaxing further, his cock dragging your walls and electrifying your senses, spearing you deeper, the pleasure gathering, the air thickening like the moments before the descent of a storm, nothing else existing for you other than him, this moment, your entire being overcome as your arch into him, EZ’s hands grasping yours, his mouth laying kisses at the juncture of your neck.

Closing your eyes, you lose yourself to the moment completely, gasping and crying out as he fills and empties you at a steady rate, your neck and clavicles the focal point of his mouth. What he gives you is pure, unbridled ecstasy, your whole groin alight with the kind of sensations you’ve never felt before and never, ever want to stop feeling either.

“Please, EZ. Fuck me harder,” you demand of him, watching him raise an eyebrow at you in a devilishly sexy manner, smirking before he leans down to kiss you.

“You sure?”  

“Please!”

He chuckles, kissing the tip of your nose, a wickedly sinful grin spreading across his face. “Alright.” Your jaw practically unhinges itself when he thrusts into you forcefully, crying out in bliss as he increases both pace and voracity, moving his weight off you as he sits up and pushes your legs back until your knees touch your shoulders, his gaze dropping to watch the sumptuous sight of his slick shaft spreading your pussy around him.

The position change makes for deeper, tighter penetration, his huge cock feeling even bigger as it glides in and out of your burning wetness with ease. The pace becomes unfettered, your hands gripping his arms as he starts to really fuck you hard, your screams filling the room as you smile with satisfaction.  

Everything is wild, fervid, uncontained and magmatic, both of you spiralling headlong into the kind of release that has your moans and groans filling the air along with the sound of your skin smacking together, an undoing of all-consuming magnitude charging through you and rendering you an absolute wreck beneath him.

He lies on top of you for what feels like a very long time, both of you kissing and stroking one another as the fiery pleasure ebbs away, your walls fluttering with little contractions around his cock as your breathing becomes steadier once more.

“That was...” you begin.

“Yeah,” he breathes, stroking your face, cock still twitching within you. “(Y/N)?”

“Mmm?”

He takes a breath, smiling, a small frown denting his forehead. “Don’t go on any other dates with that Ryan guy. It’d be bad.”

“Bad?”

“Yes. Bad for his face, because if he ever touches you, I’m gonna punch him.”  

You laugh softly through your nose, stroking his neck, sharing soft, syrupy kisses with him. “Well, that lines up well with my line of thinking.”  

“Which is?”

“That there’s only one man I want to touch me like that from now on.”  

EZ grins, fingertips stroking your cheeks. “I’m good with that, querida.”  

“Can you be good with doing all of that again at some point soon?”

He exits you with a slippery pop, pulling you into his arms as he lays beside you, stroking your hair and kissing you. “How’s half an hour?”

“Perfect.”

And it is, too. After all, who better to realise, while you were having your first time with him, is more perfect for you than your own best friend?  

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[vikingstoner69]

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[ravennaortiz]

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

Can we do prompts: 12, 21 & 39

Please and thank you! Love you❤️

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

Lets see Prompts

12. Do you wanna come in?

21. Like what you see?

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

Fun Night, Terrible Morning

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

Next morning

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

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[imagininghim]

Drunk Dialling

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

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~~ Flashback ~~

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

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

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

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

~~ End of flashback ~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[zaenight]

●°●°CRAZY BUT SHE'S MINE°●°●

●°●Camila "Jackie" vincent●°●

●°●Iliana "losa" Reyes●°●

●°●Esmae "Marisol" Reyes●°●

●°●NOW COMPLETED●°●

CAMILA "JACKIE" VINCENT X EZEKIEL "EZ" REYES

°●°●°THE REYES FAMILIA°●°●°

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[wolfiekru]

Alright alright I need a dark! president ez Reyes fic where he slowly softens up after meeting his s/o but with a twist S/o has some sort of disability that ez learns to understand✒️🙌🖤

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[cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic]

For You

Characters:  Ezekiel Reyes

Pairing: Ezekiel  Reyes x Reader

Fandom: Ezekiel Reyes, Mayans MC

Warnings: I’m not the best when it comes to following writing rules. I pretty much write how I want to, so if you’re a stickler for grammar and what not just ignore it or don’t read loll (I’m nice I promise.)

A/N: This is my first time writing from the ‘YOU’ perspective or second person view so please go easy on me. It seemed like the best way to write this drabble and I hope you guys like it as much as I do. I don't usually write non smut or fluff so I hope this is good 🥺

Ezekiel's heart skipped a beat whenever he laid eyes on you. To him you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He thought maybe his crush was based on the fact that he'd been in jail for so long but once the feeling persisted he knew it was real. Your smile, your touch, your voice all warmed his heart and body. His heart ached for you. Needing to be close to but never being able, with you being Bishop's niece and Alvarez’s daughter. EZ knew it was a terrible decision to fall for you. Who could blame him. All the members wanted you, none of them had the guts to ever act. EZ was different; he knew you were worth the risk.

EZ walked into the club as the loud music caused the walls to vibrate. He scanned the party for a few moments before spotting you near the bar drinking a beer with Angel and Coco. He took a deep breath before walking over to greet everyone. After a little small talk he asked you to talk somewhere private. Tonight was the night he was going to lay it all on the line for you.

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[berberriescorner]

Hey just wondering do you know anyone else who writes for Mayans MC with a black reader? I love the show and your stories I have you blackmissfrizzle (sorry if I spelt it wrong), shewritesinblackandwhite (also sorry if I spelt it wrong) and yourself

Sorry this took me awhile to respond. I wanted to tag all these amazing writers master list, but some wouldn’t let me post. Here are a few lovely people that write black reader Mayans fics. I tagged both their name and master list💓:

@brattyfics

@breanime

@superhoeva

@tomhardydallasstarsgirl

@samwilsonsbabymama

@crushed-pink-petals-writes

@blessedboo

@calif0rnia-lovers

@joannasteez

@hennyjwrites

@hihellogoodbyebruh I would’ve tagged your master list but I couldn’t get the link to post. Sorry lovely🥺💓.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dark Passenger - An EZ Reyes/OC Story.

So besties, I have folded spectacularly and decided to post the first chapter, just to see what the reaction is. Cue me sitting here now chewing my nails to bits as I wait to hear if it’s any good! If you enjoy it, please do let me know, and since I haven’t written a full length story for EZ yet, if you want to be helpful and put the word out to any EZ lovers out there who you think might enjoy it too, please feel free! 

Oh, and just to reiterate going on from my announcement post, this fic will centre around dark!EZ. He will be manipulative and toxic. The boy scout has died, but eventually, there will be a redemption arc. Until then, though, don’t expect a smooth ride with him! 

Words - 4,459

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.  

Maybe, if Ezekiel Reyes hadn’t been so consumed by an unquenchable thirst for revenge against the Sons of Anarchy, maybe if he hadn’t instigated calling a kill switch vote upon Marcus Alvarez with quite the gusto he had, he perhaps might have left time for El Padrino to warn him of such, before he was ousted from the head of the table.  

Heavy is the head that wears the crown. At that moment in time, the crown was a weight upon his head unlike anything he’d previously known, but he would not relent. He would not cease, not until the Sons had been pushed down via the clout of the Mayans, made to fall in line, their necks tethered like fierce guard dogs upon heavy chained leashes, each link a Mayan brother yanking back should they stray too far, ever reminded of the power they had over them.  

That power? Heroin.  

They now moved huge quantities for the Lobos New Generation cartel, their product giving the Mayans the footing they needed to crush all others beneath their weight. The streets were flooded, the prison supply now pushed exclusively by the MC, the once aptly named poison charter now standing tall and strong above all. Santo Padre led.  

The poison still swirled, though. For one man, he was only too happy, it would seem, to let it infect his veins. Yet it did not weaken him, or rather, it did no harm to the man he now was.  

The old EZ? It had all but killed him. Poisoned to death by power, greed and bloodlust. It was an opinion shared by everyone who had a seat at the table, as five pairs of dark brown eyes flitted between one another, and the large bag upon the table, placed there by their president. El Rey Oscuro, they called him in the safety of the shadows, out of the reach of his ears. The dark king. There was little light left within EZ, and they all knew it, saw it, felt it. Yes, they were back on top, untouchable, but at what cost?  

There upon the table sat the price they knew each of them would likely be set to pay for, sooner or later. The top rung of the ladder they stood upon was not without its complications, of which EZ was attempting to iron out.  

“I dunno, man,” Angel began, each other man silently thanking him for being the first to speak. “Heroin is one thing, but getting into this shit? Naw, I ain’t seeing the benefit in moving it.”

EZ rolled his tongue around the inside of his mouth, his forearms flexing as he knitted his fingers together before him. “Fentanyl is more powerful than heroin, many, many times over. We aren’t moving it, per se. We’re cutting our product with it.” He paused, lifting his chin a little more, the dim templo light catching the golden tones of his irises, hues the others were surprised did not burn red. It was as if hell itself had begun to swirl within him at times, after all.  

The dark king continued. “Since the unfortunateness of the warehouse fire, our first shipment for the LNG destroyed, forcing us to move an inferior quality replacement as you all know, we need to earn points with our supplier, build further trust, show initiative. We might have the heroin trade sewn up, but it’s with garbage. It’s moving, but not as quickly as the LNG would like. This sets us apart and transforms the product to one of superior quality, if we supply it to them in order to do the cutting. It’ll bring in more cash for us, too.”

Everyone remained quiet, the men shifting uneasily in their seats, their leather kuttes feeling heavy upon them, the hard wood of the chairs stifling, binding, reminding them of their place. Everyone else was held down beneath their force, but them? They were beneath the boot and the unshakable will of one man.  

It didn’t mean, however, that they would remain unquestioning in their fealty.

“EZ, while I agree we need to show such, we gotta be careful with this shit,” Bishop began, lighting a cigarette. “That stuff is deadly. If it ain’t cut correctly, it’ll set us apart in the fact that there’ll be a trail of dead bodies all leading back to us, thousands upon thousands of croaked junkies. That’s the kind of shit that gets us watched by certain governmental department eyes more so than we already are.”  

The words of his VP were, as usual, steeped in fact and good sense. EZ was, if nothing else though, a man who covered all his bases.  

“I have a chemist, one who not only is prepared to work exclusively for us in order to synthesise the fentanyl, but once moved across the border, be there to examine the cutting process and make sure it is precise enough to give the product the correct edge, thus eliminating the overdose danger. If it’s voted in, I will take him to meet with Galindo and Soledad personally, since I already broached the latter with this suggestion. She was keen, of course I told her I would need to take it to a vote, so that is exactly what we are assembled here tonight to accomplish.”

He waited expectantly, his eyes scanning the faces of the five men who sat around the table with him. Bishop spoke first.  

“No. It’s too much of a risk, especially with the eyes on us since Creep’s arrest. The heroin is moving, and that’s all we have to worry about, EZ. You’re talking about quality of product like it’s our name on the line, like we’ll be affected by it. We won’t. We’re the mules. Let the LNG worry about whether anyone thinks it’s garbage or not. We still get our cut regardless.”  

Hank was next to weigh in. “It’s a no from me, too. It’ll bring too much heat. That chemist might know what he’s doing, but can you really vouch for every single person cutting the heroin to get that kind of delicate balance right, thousands of times over? It’s way too much risk.”

“I think it’s a good idea. I vote yes.” Of course, Nestor would. Angel rolled his eyes, muttering something well under his breath. When it came to their president, the newest member of the club was nothing short of sycophantic in his eyes. Some might disagree, and state that his opinion was tainted by the fact that he disliked him, that Nestor was simply playing safe by showing loyalty during his fledgling months as a newly patched brother.  

Gilly and Angel’s votes were both against the idea, EZ’s demeanour changing in a nanosecond as he brought the gavel down, defeated, and extremely displeased by such as they all filed out of templo. The men who had voted against him could only hope that he would see the sense in their reasoning eventually, but until then, they knew El Rey Oscuro would be like a bear with a sore head.  

Picking up a beer and a bourbon from the bar, Bishop walked over to join Angel on one of the couches, sitting down with a sigh, handing him the beer. “He’s getting worse.”  

Angel’s eyes widened, his jaw twitching as he bit down, grinding his teeth slightly. The VP had noticed him partaking of that a lot of late. “You’re right, Bish. I know we all voted for war, but shit, mano. I live in the biggest fucking regret for voting that kill switch in. He ain’t ready to be at the helm.”

“I’m not gonna sit here and pretend like all of his decisions have been bad, I have to give him a little credit,” Bishop began, his thumb picking at a slight flaw in his bourbon glass. “We’re back on top because of him and his choices, but when he brings ideas like fentanyl to the table, I wonder where the fuck his mind is at. He’s reckless, and you’re right. When he behaves like that, he isn’t ready for it. We gotta try and keep a firm pull on his reins. He might be the head, but us, brother, we’re the neck.”

Angel had heard this before. “And the neck turns the head in whichever direction it wants, right?”

“Right.” His eyebrows fluttered, Bishop taking a deep breath before raising his glass to his mouth. “For as long as we possibly can. The weight of the head can always break the neck.”  

That statement didn’t fill Angel with much hope, but he had to hold a belief that somehow, his brother would settle more, and the days of him being labelled El Rey Oscuro would become a thing of the past.  

While they sat drinking and discussing, the man himself left a half-drunk beer at the bar, the headache he had coming on only exacerbated by having to share space with the men who had voted against him. He was pissed off, and sought a distraction from it, somewhere where he could feel like he was the one in charge, somewhere he could relax, preferably with something pretty to look at.  

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Yes, he needed a distraction.  

The Luna Lounge was a relatively new enterprise within Santo Padre, the owner of such wanting to offer punters a classier feel to the surroundings in which they viewed the scantily clad women twirling around poles along the long, elevated stage that ran along the back of the bar. It didn’t matter how much he dressed it up, it was still a place to drink beer and see tits and ass. Except the beer was mostly imported and the tits and ass were of superior quality to those within the smaller, grimier establishments dotted around the bleak back streets of the border town, so it had that going for it, at least.  

EZ took a seat, a guy who looked like he was all but ready to finish his shift greeting him with a tired smile, taking his drink order. Once furnished with a beer, he moved around to the stage side, scanning what was on offer as women of various appearance clocked him, all brandishing the same warm smiles full of sensual allure, those smiles not quite reaching their eyes.  

And then he saw her.  

She was breathtaking, and he could tell as he sat down before where she slowly shimmied around a pole that she had absolutely no idea how stunning she was, but god, how she worked what she had. She should have been on the front of a magazine cover, not swinging around a pole in platform shoes and underwear much too cheap to be befitting of her beauty. She was, as the other girls were too, a little lacking in lustre behind the eyes, likely wondering how life had led to them strutting around a stage for their cash, ones and fives thrown up, tens and twenties from the more generous clientele.  

Camille could feel his eyes on her before she even turned around to view him. Tall, dark, handsome. Not many of his type frequented The Luna Lounge. In fact, she wagered he likely didn’t need to pay girls to take their clothes off and dance for him at all, looking the way he did. A mere click of his fingers would be all it took, she thought to herself, sauntering over before any of the other harpies she shared the stage with clocked him.  

“Well,” she began, crouching before him, her full lips curving in a way that made something very pleasant run through him, “aren’t you the most handsome thing to walk in here all night.”

Taking a bill from his pocket, he reached for her thong, tucking it into the elastic. “Hmm.” The noise he made confirmed he agreed with her statement; of course, he did. He’d seen himself in a mirror, he knew what he had.  

Camille looked down at her hip, seeing the bill was a twenty, turning back to him with a smile full of promise. “That’s very generous of you, handsome.” Running her perfectly manicured nail slowly down his cheek, she felt a little ripple of excitement when he turned and kissed her fingertip, his dark gold eyes focusing in on her. She liked it when they made her feel special.  

“How much time does that buy me with you dancing right there in front of me?”  

“Just enough to keep you throwing up those bills if you want more.” With a wink, she slowly rose to standing, her feline glide taking her back to the nearby pole, hoisting herself up and locking her legs around it, leaning back gracefully as she slowly turned, her blonde curls tumbling, the shining blue of her eyes fixed upon his.  

He watched her intently, focusing on the way the black lace of her underwear accentuated her body, her breasts obviously not her own, but well done enough that they didn’t look ridiculous. Not like the bad boob job currently grinding into the next pole down with the kind of uncouth gusto that didn’t exist in the blonde who was captivating his attentions with her elegance. She’d accentuated her tanned skin with little sparkles, sweeps of glitter highlighting the curves of her hips, the rise of each breast and the lithe muscles in her long, slender legs.

She was immaculate, even down to her matching mani and pedi, glittery black fingers and toes, the sooty smudge of her smoky eye makeup the same, care and effort put into her appearance. Yes, she was most definitely too good for twirling around a pole for a living, but EZ wasn’t about to tell her that. It was her job to make him feel good, after all.  

“So,” he asked after a while, Camille returned to right in front of him. “How much to get you by yourself?”  

“A standard lap dance will cost you forty. A full nude version, sixty.”  

He licked his top lip, nodding. “I think the extra twenty is worth it.”  

She smiled, gracefully getting down from the stage. “Give me a couple of minutes, and I’ll meet you just over there by the blue curtains, Mr President.” She winked, running her hand down his arm, her pulse fluttering. God, the muscles. She loved it when they were gorgeous. And he was the president of an MC, too. A man of power, she noted. She liked that even more; it made her feel special that he’d chosen her.  

Returning to the dressing room, she changed into a nude-coloured set of lace undies, a matching dress too, leaving on the peach toned sparkly nipple pasties she wore beneath her bra, fluffing her hair, spritzing on her favourite perfume, adding a few more sparkles before changing her shoes to match. Clear lucite with pale peach ribbons tying each one to her delicate feet and ankles.  

Leaving his almost finished draught beer on the side of the stage, EZ was on his way over to the curtained area when he saw the shimmering light of the blonde appear, Camille reaching for his hand with a soft smile that was one hundred percent allure, leading him through the curtains and into the private room. It was decorated all in dark blue, with thousands of twinkling lights strewn across the ceiling, looking like a starry sky, small booths dotted around, four other girls present, all in various stages of undress as they worked their charm for the respective men who had paid for their time.

EZ took a seat in the circular booth, Camille leaning forward, resting her hands on his thighs, her lips tickling the outer edge of his ear. “Get comfortable and enjoy, handsome.” She rose slowly, her body beginning to sway softly to the beat of the music, the song unfamiliar to him, but the tones just as sensual and richly delicious as the blonde who danced before him. Her striptease was natural, unhurried and sensually suggestive, enticing him every step by the way she made a show of something as simple as removing a dress.  

He tried to fight against the spell he felt himself falling under, the enchantment of her reveal, wanting to remain in control, the one who had others bend to his will, in order to redress the shifted balance that the lack of success at templo had left him feeling. She was here to soothe the stinging within, but he would remain objective, and her his subject.  

Perhaps someone should have explained the finer details of the purpose of a lap dance to him. He was the one paying to relinquish control, and let a beautiful woman distract him with fantasy, if only for a short time. His stance over such was certainly telling over where his mind was on the subject of losing even one ounce of control in any aspect of his life, though.  

Camille felt it, too. While she didn’t know his inner thoughts, she knew he sat there tense, fighting against himself somewhat. She leaned into him, her bra clad breasts brushing his chest through the grey, long sleeved t shirt he wore, soft meeting hard, hoping to coax a little of the tension out of him. Once again, her body dipped against his, a soft, sweet moan spilling from her lips, turning on her heel and seating herself in his lap, gently rotating her rounded butt against his crotch.  

She timed it, waiting for just long enough for his pulse to escalate, standing again, her hands smoothing over her body as she unhooked her bra, the front fastening then secured by her palms as she turned back to look at him over her shoulder, a smouldering pout accentuating her lips. Turning back to him, she moved in a graceful glide to the last bars of the song, the room quiet only for a few moments before a song he recognised instantly began to play.  

Venus in Furs was one of Camille’s favourites to strip to, internally beaming to herself as she moved fluidly, her hands working in tease over her breasts before finally revealing them, the glitter of her pasties catching the dim light, sinking to her knees to crawl toward him, hands grasping his thighs and slowly stroking upwards as she brought her body up between them.  

Mounting his lap once more, she locked her eyes onto his, gently gyrating against him a few times before bending back fully, her hips rolling slowly, her hands coming up to pull at each pastie, casting them away before she sat back up again, each blush nipple stiffening a little, trailing her fingers down his cheeks as finally, she saw the corners of his mouth upturn.  

“Got him.” she thought, watching his shoulders relax, knowing it was only a matter of time. Bare naked tits usually did the trick, though. Continuing to grind herself against him, she felt his breath hit her neck, knowing she was escalating him, giving him a few more seconds before she stood, moving back to her floorshow dance, leaving him feeling as if someone had yanked at the rope of his resolve... and unravelled it completely.  

The way she’d just moved against him had utterly blown his mind, ensnared him further than her enchanting display so far, pulled him away from himself and, what he needed most, made him forget. Here, he didn’t need to be in control. Finally, he got it. But fuck, how he wanted more.  

And that was exactly her design.  

“This no touching rule is getting more difficult to stick to by the moment,” he blurted, not able to prevent the words from leaving his mouth. Her allure, her scent, her moves, her body. Her. She’d got her hooks into him, and he couldn’t help but let the complimentary statements keep on rolling off his tongue. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”  

She smiled, smoothing her hands over her breasts, placing a foot up on the back of the booth to the side of his head, her body undulating, EZ inhaling a sharp breath. Oh, the urge to turn his head and skim a lick over her ankle. Camille saw it, too, the state she was working him up into. “I bet it’s the only thing you can think about, isn’t it? Running those big, powerful hands all over me. You have to be good, but me? Mmm, not so much.”

Lowering her leg again, she seated herself in his lap, wiggling against him, her body moving in a serpentine roll, turning her head, her breath fluttering against his cheek as she felt something very big beginning to harden against her butt. A gorgeous, jacked Latino guy with a big dick; he was definitely one hundred percent her taste, but he was work, and she had to remind herself of that.  

One more seductive dance before him, this time undoing the ribbon ties of her thong, and she was back astride him, grinding herself into him harder this time, her body pressed tightly against his, EZ physically moving his hands beneath his thighs, the temptation to grasp her almost too much to resist.  

“Yeah, do you want me, gorgeous? I can feel that you do. God, it’s so big,” she purred, her hand gently grasping his jaw as she rotated against him, EZ feeling himself spinning. There they were, client and lap dancer, and the heat that escalated between them was very, very real. More potent than either of them could have anticipated. There it was, the first thread of connection linking between them, and it crackled like a live wire.  

“You could pull my cock out and get on it right now, and I wouldn’t stop you, and no one would know. You want it, don’t you? Yeah, you wanna fuck me.”  

And god, how she did. It was unmistakable, the heat of her want as he watched the fire of it dance in her eyes, a blaze of lust that was unmistakable, that wasn’t an amped up bluff performance for the purposes of allure. However, she was in control, and she remained that way, working him up, and up... and up, until he felt his cock twitching against her, hot and hard, dying for release, tingling violently until... no she wasn't going to make him... fuck. Yes, she was. She’d actually made him cum in his pants, while staring him right in the eye entire time.

God... fucking... damn.  

He certainly hadn’t expected that, Camille climbing off him, picking up her underwear and sliding them back on, her dress following. He took her money from his pocket as he stood somewhat uneasily, adjusting his jeans, tucking the bills into the corner of her bra, eyeing her appreciatively. “What time do you finish?”

“1am,” she confirmed, fluffing her hair, resting her hands to her hips.  

“Good, I’ll wait,” he spoke, leaning to her ear. “Because the next time you make me blow my load, I want to actually be inside of you.”  

She smirked, running her fingernails down his chest, her face nearing his, still teasing him with the allure, the promise of more, until it ground to an abrupt halt. “I’m not that easy, big fella.”  

As she sauntered away, for the second time that night, EZ felt frustrated at not being able to attain the goal of having others to bend to his chosen will. While he knew the table vote would remain resolute, the same would not be said for the blonde stripper.  

He’d make her comply, because he knew she wanted him just as much as he did her. It was only a matter of wearing her down, but he would. Being on top of everything in his world was the only acceptable place for Ezekiel Reyes, and before the week was out, he very much intended to be on top of her.  

Exiting the private room, he walked back to the bar while Camille headed for the dressing room, sitting down in front of a pale beauty, with long black hair and a plentiful collection of tattoos.  

“Evening, sexy,” she purred, sinking to her knees and leaning close to him in brazen fashion.  

He replicated the lean, looking her up and down. “How’d you like to earn a hundred dollars?”

The corners of her mouth tilted. “You just came out from a private dance, and you want another? Shit, Camille must be slipping.”

“No,” he confirmed. “That girl I came out with, Camille, you say? I wanna know when she’s working this week. You tell me what hours, and the hundred is yours, babe.” To show he wasn’t bluffing, he pulled the bill from his wallet, sliding it across the shiny surface, his finger remaining. Raven looked down at it and back up at him, figuring it to be the easiest hundred she’d make that night.  

“Wednesday, seven ‘till two, Friday and Saturday, six ‘till one.”  

His finger left the top of the bill, using it to tickle under her chin with a wink. “Thanks, gorgeous.” Armed with the information he needed, he left, all the while planning his return.  

Ezekiel Reyes; he was a man who got what he wanted in the end. And damn, he wanted Camille. Meanwhile, the lady herself sat in her chair in front of her makeup mirror, sinking a shot of tequila from the bottle she always had stashed in her bag for emergencies. The owner didn’t allow the girls to drink while they worked, but in this case, she needed a little jolt of strong alcohol.  

God, the way he’d looked at her. Sure, she was in the business of having men look at her like that, especially when she was grinding herself into their lap, but there was an intensity to the man with a chest about as wide as the hood of her car, and a cock that felt so big, it likely had its own zip code. The intensity of that stare, though, a stare she knew she’d reciprocated with honest intent, it was burned into her mind. There’d been a connection there, and suddenly, Camille cursed herself for not being quite as easy as he presumed her to be.  

Because of her profession, she’d always been a little uptight about the speed with which she had sex with a guy, though. Two hours later, while she was alone in her house watching a pan of pasta bubble, she closed her eyes and saw him there, the dark, sexy man whose name she didn’t even know.  

What she did know, though? He’d be back.  

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[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Fighting Myself

by AlexisRodrigues26 Bruce Wayne assumiu o manto de vigilante há pouco mais de dois anos. Em seu tempo como vigilante mascarado em Gotham, encontrando de tudo um pouco, não esperava que acabaria em maus lençóis e sofreria um acidente que quase lhe custaria a vida por causa de sua teimosia. Quase, pois se não fosse pela ajuda de uma misteriosa mulher, Gotham City não teria mais um Batman. Meses depois de ser salvo pela morena e ainda sem respostas, Bruce começa a desistir de sua caçada e se conformar, sem imaginar que no momento em que desistiria, conseguiria as respostas que queria. Words: 51563, Chapters: 20/?, Language: Português brasileiro Fandoms: The Batman (Movie 2022), Aquaman (2018), Sons of Anarchy, Mayans M.C. (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Oswald Cobblepot, Carmine Falcone, The Twins (The Batman), Liv Teller, Jax Teller (mentioned), Juice Ortiz (mentioned), Gemma Teller (mentioned), Clay Morrow (mentioned), Ezekiel "EZ" Reyes, Angel Reyes (Mayans M.C.), Chibs Telford, Happy Lowman (Sons of Anarchy), Alfred Pennyworth, Annika (The Batman) Relationships: Bruce Wayne/OC, Bruce Wayne/Liv Teller, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle/Liv Teller, Liv Teller/Juice Ortiz (mentioned) Additional Tags: Songfic, The Joker (Joaquin Phoenix) is mentioned, 20 minutes into the past, adaptational mundanity, badass bikers, Big Damn Heroes, Badass Tropes, just in time, Atlantean Biology (DCU), Jax Teller has a cousin and she's more dangerous than him, Juice Ortiz didn't die an asshole, Dark Action girl, love interest has traumas too, love interest has problems with addiction, Bruce Wayne is a stalker, Bruce Wayne is a virgin and IT'S CANON, Emo Bruce Wayne, asshole dad (you'll eventually find out WHO it is), Brazilian Portuguese fanfiction because YES, Alfred Pennyworth is the best dad, Smut, Bruce being cheeky and soft via https://ift.tt/HMSXPh7

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

[rae-gar-targaryen]

INDULGE ME PLEASE!!!!!!! Ok but a dark academia vibe with College!EZ…. you share a writing intensive course w/ him (philosophy, creative writing, anthropology, classics, a novel based course or something) and he’s one of those always prepared types. Extra pens, extra highlighter. He’s an all around type too, definitely plays a sport, probably is apart of a club of some sort…. Only wears glasses to read but he’s so cute when he does wear them (he hates wearing them because it makes him look old like felipe lolll) ….. the both of you dont really interact till you disagree with something he says in the class you share and now you’re on his radar because he just has to pick your brain…… no one ever really disagrees with him…. He likes it?!?!?!

Anyways yeah…. This had been on my mind ALOT

those damned romantics [college!ez reyes x reader]

A/N: Well, fuck. I read this, was immediately struck, and could not let sleeping dogs lie. So... this is an entire fic now, and I'm not sorry? This is unedited, so sorry about whatever it actually is. Maybe I'll add the taglist later?

Pairing: College!Ezekiel Reyes x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k (I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK -- As soon as you sent this ask, I started typing and didn't stop) of enemies-to-lovers literary rivals, just like in the old books you both love to read.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ ONLY. A good-old-fashioned library hatefuck, with fingering and some slight dom!EZ.

Summary: See the lovely @joannasteez ask, supra. I took some liberties. Some unedited enemies-to-lovers goodness.

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You didn’t think that “Classics & Creative Writing” aka “Lit 403” would be an easy class, per se. 

Had you been comfortable in your own hubris because you’d already read a good number of the novels on the required reading list for the semester? Sure. With a heavy tilt toward gothic fiction and crime, and a syllabus full of Shelley, Capote, and Connell, you felt comfortable that you would be able to timely complete most of your assignments.

The seminar half of the portion seemed simple enough -- complete the required reading by the time of class, and participate in a seminar without about two-dozen other likeminded literary nerds. You would pencil-pick the classics within an inch of their lives -- chewing over themes, motifs, usage of simile and metaphor. 

The writing half of the course? Pick an “auteur” whose work you would attempt to emulate in order to come up with your own short story. 

This all would have been simple enough for your literature-loving heart, if it wasn’t for the infuriatingly smug, self-assured, beautiful jockish boy who sat back-row-center, annoyingly, immediately in the seat behind yours. 

He thought he was so cute. And so smart. And when you had stumbled over your explanation of isolation and ambition in “Frankenstein,” Ezekiel “The Golden Boy” Reyes had only been too quick to swoop in and snake your point from your very mouth-- correcting your point about feminist writing in the Romantic era, receiving all the credit from the professor while you sat, mouth agape, at the loss of your answer. 

If that boy thought he could slide into your idea the way he slid into home plate, securing another win for himself (both on the field and off, it seemed), he had another thing coming. (You weren’t being a dick -- not that you had endeavoured to keep tabs on him or anything, it was just common knowledge that he was here on a baseball scholarship. Taking the whole student-athlete thing a little too seriously, if anyone had asked you.)

“Ambition, coupled with a false sense of pride -- of being a godlike creator -- though of course, not actually being a god-- not unlike the prevalent concept of toxic masculinity in the 21st century, is Victor’s downfall. It feels only right that Mary Shelley -- a woman -- would be the one to shine the light on this flaw and how men fail as nurturers,” EZ had shrugged, as though the point was so simple. 

You whipped your head around after the professor had smiled at him and moved on, only to find Ezekiel already staring at you from behind his (infuriatingly hot) reading specs. Were they designer frames? You furrowed your brows in what you hoped was an intimidating glare. 

EZ just smiled his annoyingly bright “el nino de oro” smile at you, and winked. Winked. It might have been hot. Might have made you melt in your seat just a bit, if he wasn’t such an asshole. 

Oh, it was on, motherfucker. 

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Ezekiel often saw you in the library, head bent down, poring over your worn copy of whatever novel you were reading in class that week. Worn like you had brought it from home -- not purchased it from the student store for class. 

So you were a reader, then. He’d thought it was cute. 

You would highlight and tab pages before switching gears to make notes, both in the margins of the text, and in your tabbed notebook you always lugged with you to class. 

EZ had to respect the hustle -- not many people still took handwritten notes for class. Come to think of it, the only time he had ever seen you behind a computer screen was when you brought your laptop to group for the short-story portion of the class, scrolling through the running word doc that was your obnoxiously-detailed outline. Nah. He totally wasn’t looking over your shoulder. Not in seminar, and not in group. 

You were just a lit-snob who wasn’t going to make it any other major. He needn’t concern himself with you. 

Right? 

So how exactly was it that he found himself sliding into the empty seat across from you at your table in the corner of the library? 

He liked studying on the second floor -- not as busy and chatty (people shouldn’t come to the library to socialize under the guise of studying) as the first floor; not as intensely quiet as the third floor, where people would glare at you for turning your page too loudly. 

No, the second floor was a good mix of hushed chatter and respectable pockets of studious quiet. 

You hadn’t looked up from your copy of “The Picture of Dorian Grey” as he’d approached (he had heard you’d intended to write a similarly-postmodern short story in the flowery vein of Oscar Wilde and Bronte. Not that you’d shared that with him -- he was just … observant, that’s all). You hadn’t even flinched when he slumped down his bag onto the empty chair next to the seat he was now pulling out. 

“I told you, Anna,” you had breathed, voice in a pleasant register just above a whisper, “I don’t care if the barista is cute, I’m not going with you for more coffee. I need to focus, and I can only have so many Red-Eyes in one week…” your voice trailed as you looked up to meet the glinting, mossy-amber eyes of none other than Ezekiel-motherfucking-Reyes.

He was most decidedly not Anna. And he was also regarding you with an infuriatingly easy (hah) stare, smiling in a facile way, right into your quickly-souring face. 

“Just how many Red-Eyes do you drink in one week?” Ezekiel responded in a low, velvety rumble, brow quirked and arms flexing beneath his practice jersey as he made himself comfortable in the seat across from yours, already unpacking his bag, though his eyes never left yours. 

“Enough to keep me awake during your self-important soliloquies during class,” you snipped, primly. “And who told you you could sit here?” You nodded toward the previously-empty seat he was now all-too-keenly making himself comfortable in. “My friend is sitting here.” 

There. If you kept your tone unfriendly, just to the right of a little bitchy, he’d know he was unwelcome. 

EZ chuckled at that, seemingly unfazed by your little dig at his class participation. 

“An empty seat and your ‘friend’ is sitting here? Yeah, that tracks,” he chuckled at his clever little barb that you didn’t actually have any friends, before taking in the downright murderous glare you were leveling him with and continuing, “Nah, I’ve seen Anna chatting up Marco every time I go to get coffee. The two of them aren’t going anywhere,” he shrugged, now unpacking his extra pens, highlighters and little moleskine notebook. A writer’s notebook. Pretentious. 

Strike one, you thought. Terminology Ezekiel would be all-too familiar with. You’d tried to annoy him into leaving, and that was a big swing-and-miss. If at first you don’t succeed? Try, try again. 

You sniffed lightly, steely eyes never leaving Ezekiel’s stupidly-muscular form. How did he always look so warm? The second floor of the library really was the prime study spot on campus, but friendly to the perpetually-cold it was not. 

“Did you just come from practice, or something?” You lilted, innocuous. 

EZ looked at you, eyes lightened with a note of surprise. A sincere question about his day? Was hell freezing over? 

He chuffed a little chuckle, scrubbing his hand along the back of his neck as he responded, “Uh, yeah, actually…” 

“Ah,” you’d nodded and cut in before he could finish. “So that’s what that smell is.” 

It would have been comical how quickly Ezekiel’s face had dropped into a frown, if it didn’t make your gut drop just the slightest bit. Too mean? 

To his credit, Ezekiel seemed to recover like your barb was nothing. 

“Not surprised you can’t differentiate,” he shrugged, now starting to thumb through his own copy of Oscar Wilde. “Your head being as far up your own ass as it is.”

Strike two. 

Was Ezekiel really so unbothered by your shitty little barbs? Did it really just roll off of his back like it was nothing? 

He glanced up from beneath his lashes (annoyingly long, of course -- was anything about this boy not annoying?) at you. He smirked at your scrunched brows and the firm set of your jaw. 

Fuck, you were hot when you were mad. 

To add insult to injury, he kept talking. No use in hiding the ball, right?

“You know,” he breezed, as though he hadn’t just insulted you, “You’re pretty cute when you’re pissed at me.” He winked. 

The audacity of this boy. 

You sat, mouth agape, as Ezekiel carried on like he hadn’t just said that to you, highlighting a line in the book and making a little note in his moleskine. You tugged the sleeves of your cropped hoodie down over your fingers, twisting the cuffs between your fingertips in your anxious anger at the stupidly hot boy in front of you.

Before you realized what you were doing, you capped your little blue pen and flung it straight into his perfectly-perfect face. The pen gently plinked off of Ezekiel’s curved nose and his designer frames before landing with a gentle thunk onto the paper of his notebook. 

Had you really just -- ??

To your credit, even you looked surprised at the little childish move your frustrations had wrought. 

Oh shit. You stared into EZ’s golden eyes for any hint of anger, retaliation, or just what he’d do next, surprised when ...

EZ’s momentary expression of shock quickly melted into a warm little quirk of his lips, not even flinching as he reached into his bag. He never broke eye contact with you as he pulled out a spare pen, clapping it down onto the table and sliding it over to your side, like it was a surreptitiously good card that would guarantee you the winning hand in a high-stakes poker game. 

He smirked at you again before going back to his notes.

You broke eye contact to look down at the pen he had offered, a warm, tingling sense of welcome surprise at the realization that the pens he carried were in the same blue ink you favored,

Well, fuck. That had no business being as hot as it was. 

You opened your mouth, a squeaking little gasp escaping your lips as you took in Ezekiel’s fastidiously moving hand, long fingers gripped around his own pen as he made neat little notes in the margin of his book, not unlike the way you did. 

“Ezekiel,” you breathed, the thoaty register of your voice enough to break Ezekiel’s concentration. He glanced at you from beneath his lashes once more. 

“I -- I’m sorry,” you began… but Ezekiel held up a large hand, waving away your apology. 

“If this is the part where you give some kind of Elizabeth Bennett-esque speech about how our respective pride makes us similar, it’s really not necessary. I know what kind of girl you are,” Ezekiel murmured, sliding his hand across the table to grip your fingers now, his long legs beneath the table had somehow come to rest on either side of where yours were in your seat. 

“Oh?” You queried gently, brow now raised at Ezekiel’s rejoinder, “And what kind of girl am I?” 

“The kind who makes fiction her identity. You bring your own books to class. You’re protective over words that aren’t even yours. You’re smart, sure, if not a little defensive,” EZ was smirking again, as though his read of you wasn’t mildly insulting. “Other people can like books, too, you know?” The smirk softened into a warm little smolder. 

The apples of your cheeks felt tingly and warm -- whether it was from embarrassment over EZ’s facile read of your character and your minor flaws or heat from just how turned on this boy was incomprehensibly making you feel, you didn’t know. What you did know was that the warmth was spreading down the column of your throat and settled into a rushing bloom across your collarbones and chest. 

“As opposed to you?” You could feel Ezekiel’s legs caging your own from the boundaries of your chair, and had decided in a split second of devilish determination to have a little fun. If he could make fun of you, you could return the favor, right? You left your lips parted as you trailed the toe of your sneaker from Ezekiel’s ankle, slowly dragging it up his calf as you continued. “A self-important, proud little boy only so eager to show he’s more than a pretty face? Trying to be Heathcliff doesn’t make you swoon-worthy. But it does make you a bit of a dick.” 

With that, you pushed back from your table, tossing your pens (and the one Ezekiel had given you) into your back, tabbing the page of “Dorian Grey” you’d just highlighted before snapping it shut. You smugly noted the look of surprise-turned-rage that crossed Ezekiel’s godlike features, his full lips twisting into something dour. 

You leaned over the table once more, invading Ezekiel’s space as you let your lips linger closely to his… 

“Ya know? You’re pretty hot when you’re mad.” 

You turned on your heel, content to sway your way out of the library in smug little victory, when Ezekiel called softly behind you,

“You’ll always be fond of me, babe,” he paraphrased, making your steps falter as he finished, “I represent to you all of the sins you’ve never had the courage to commit.” 

The line of “Dorian Grey” you’d just finished highlighting for your paper, right before he showed up. 

This boy was impossible. Strike three? You weren’t sure anymore who won. 

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It was Oscar Wilde seminar day, and Ezekiel was floundering in his explanation of art imitating life, and the surface of something versus its true nature. He was mostly there, you’d give him credit. But he was missing something important -- 

“I think what Ezekiel is trying to say,” you piped up from the seat in front of him, “is that the postmodern lens Oscar Wilde writes in distinguishes it from other Romantic-era literature in that it relies less on the influence of nature and naturalism, and focuses more on industrial society and its inherent flaws.” You paused before continuing, “It’s like that one quote from the book, ‘Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming.’ The other Romantics never would have put it like that.” 

At your professor’s smiling nod, you turned back in your seat to regard Ezekiel. Only to find, once more, that he was already staring at you, a grey and thunderous storm brewing behind his usually-kind coffee eyes. 

You shrug, awarding him a little smirk of your own, a flutter of your lashes, before turning around in your seat and resuming your handwritten note-taking, feeling more than a little “Elizabeth Bennett” proud. 

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It wasn’t until later, when you were in the library, that you saw Ezekiel again. You could feel him as he stalked over to you, standing over where you sat, all broad, heaving shoulders.

“Yes?” You placed your pen down in your notebook and sat back in your seat, giving Ezekiel your full attention.

Wordlessly, Ezekiel struck, leaning forward with a swiftness that defied his size and seizing your wrist, yanking you from your seat before you knew what was happening. 

You made to gasp, to protest, but Ezekiel turned on you, your arm still locked in his grip, as he brought his other hand up, pressing a finger first to his full lips, shushing you harshly.

“Don’t you know you’re not supposed to fuckin’ talk in the library?” -- 

Before taking said finger and trailing it over your mouth, catching it on your fuller lower lip and dragging it downward, dropping his hand by his side once more. With that, Ezekiel turned on his heel, tugging you behind him as he made his way to the far recesses of the library. 

He ushered you into a row in the far stacks, wordlessly beckoning you down an aisle you had never even seen before. 

“Ezekiel, wha --?”

You couldn’t even finish your question before he pounced, dropping your wrist from his grip in favor of cupping your jaw in both hands, pressing his warm lips harshly to yours, breaking the sudden kiss to hiss between his teeth, 

“Shut,” he kissed you again, “the fuck up.” 

Using his height and the two guiding hands on you to press you into the shelf behind you, he pressed his weight insistently into you, bending his knees and lowering himself slightly from his towering height to place himself at the right spot to knock your knees apart with his own and roll his hips into yours ever-so-slightly. 

Ezekiel tore his lips from yours, where his tongue had been exploring the inside of your mouth, content to trail his lips along your jaw and down your neck, allowing his hand to trail down your side and hook beneath your thigh, hoisting it around his tapered waist. 

He breathed hotly into your ear, ragged and panting as he rolled his hips into yours again. Your brain was too sluggish, too lust-drunk to comprehend the noises he was making until well after he’d already made them. You could only imagine what you sounded like, trying to muffle your little gasping moans as Ezekiel marked your neck. 

“You were so fucking hot today,” EZ moaned in your ear, all red-clay heat, fizzing champagne gone warm in the moment. “How you fuckin’ talk like that.”

He trailed the hand not already gripping your thigh across your breast and over the soft cotton of your shirt, making his way down to where the hem of it was tucked into your flouncy, springtime skirt. He tugged until the hem came free, dragging the hot pads of his fingertips up, under your shirt and over the soft lace of your bralette, feeling the hardness of your nipple beneath, cupping your breast and rolling a finger over your sensitive bud as he simultaneously rolled his jean-clad hips into your core, grinding between your legs.

“You had your moment,” EZ pulled back from his neck in time to fix his melted-chocolate gaze onto your wanton one. “Now are you gonna be good for me, baby?” 

If your bones could melt, you figured they’d long be a puddle where you once stood, EZ’s hands had abandoned the space beneath your shirt in favor of trailing their way up your skirt, brushing your underwear to the side in a moment way-too-smooth to be unpracticed (you wouldn’t think about that now) and swiping through the warm, honey slickness of your core.

You gasped, open-mouthed and in awe of just how starry-eyed Ezekiel was making you feel, like a balmy tropical night spent lounging on white-sand beaches. In between the plucking of his fingers, and just how tingly that was rendering you, you wondered if EZ was one for cliched summer romance. 

As quickly as it had started, Ezekiel stopped. 

You had half a mind to protest, but not before EZ could shush you with the domineering press of his incendiary lips to yours. 

“I asked you a question,” he rasped, the hand on your throat firming ever-so-slightly. “You gonna quit with that smart fuckin’ mouth and be good for me?” His warm grip around your neck shook slightly, gently knocking your head into the shelf behind you, a gentle whumph as it met the books that took up permanent, long-abandoned residence there. 

You sighed, pleased as Ezekiel’s featherlight touch resumed at your core, a thick finger teasing your entrance, waiting for your response before giving you what you so desperately wanted. 

“Y-yes, Ezekiel,” you breathed into his mouth, “Of course. Y-you’re being so good to me.” Ezekiel’s smirk was back, full-lipped and mildly sinister. He let out a little snarl as he slid his thick fingers into you. 

EZ could have been a music major, you’d thought vaguely, with how well he was playing your body. The borderline rough treatment his fingers were rendering inside you was enough to make you see stars, but you wanted more. 

You were reticent to say it, but you loved seeing this side of EZ. You had seen him soft, eyes glittering wanly in a quiet moment surrounded by a bustling party. You had seen him arrogant, a confident smirk pillowing his lips as he swaggered across campus. Of course, you had seen him smug, chuckling in self-amusement at a particularly clever turn of phrase. How Stanford of him. 

And not that you'd indulge particularly nosy ears, especially Ezekiel’s own-- but this was your favorite Ezekiel -- the heady, solid man towering over you with a firm, commanding presence. His large, warm palm curved around your thigh, thick fingers beckoning you closer to just where he wants you. To just where you want you

You could endeavor to tease him a little, tug your leg out of his grip, giggling and twisting and begging for the chase. But you wouldn't dare defy him; not when he is leaning over you with dangerous eyes like melting pools of mossy hazel, just daring you to try something, to give him an excuse to grip and tug with his fingers that had been carding through your hair. Not when he bares his teeth at you in a predator's grin.

His full lips then teasingly brush over yours, just a dusting of powdered sugar, a slip of sweetness you craved to swallow whole. You could feel your skin sweltering beneath EZ's imposing form. Yes, this is your favorite Ezekiel. Something you'd never thought you'd have.

Damn him. 

You had a feeling he knew it, too. What with the self-assured way he had about himself.

Ezekiel’s fingers were quickly working you toward your peak, summoning you to an edge you’d never in a million years thought you’d experience with him. You pressed your fingers to his firm chest, pressing him away from you just firmly enough for him to get the message. 

He ripped his lips from you, his fingers ceased, and he looked at you questioningly. 

“I - I want you, EZ,” you murmured, fluttering your lashes at him, chest heaving. 

You trailed your fingers nimbly from his chest to his belt buckle, deftly undoing his jeans, choosing delicately not to comment on the sizeable, hot, hard length you now had cradled in your palm. You gave EZ a few gentle, teasing strokes with the feather touch of your hand, causing him to groan and knock his forehead into yours, eyes shut and lips parted. 

You relished your moment of victory as you guided EZ to your center, allowing him to firmly, fully press-and-thrust inside of you. EZ quickly gained his bearings, gripping your hips and rolling his own, the teasing drag his thrusts were taking on was equal parts infuriating and heavenly. 

You rocked onto your tip-toes as best you could, given EZ’s body pressing yours into the shelf, his pistoning hips knocking you rhythmically back into the shelf. With your newfound tidbit of height, you pressed your face, your lips, into EZ’s clothed shoulder, gently biting to muffle the whining moans you didn’t trust yourself to contain. Not confident every single person in this library didn’t know just what the fuck you and Ezekiel were doing, how fucking good he was making you feel.

EZ grunted in surprise at the contact of your little bite, the action spurring him to thrust into you impossibly harder as the two of you chased your peak.

Was he really this fucking good at everything? You weren’t sure if your eyes were rolling in pleasure or annoyance as you felt yourself tightening around him, the warm, sticky caramel waves of pleasure Ezekiel was ripping from your body now too much for you as you surrendered -- coming with a violent jerk of your hips, tightening around Ezekiel’s length and spurring his own orgasm. 

The two of you blinked at one another as you came down. You tapped Ezekiel’s arm that was holding the high part of your thigh in place. He trailed his fingers reverently down your thigh and to your knee, helping you gently re-place your feet to the floor and stand on shaky legs. You gripped his biceps in firm, pressing hands as you rocked gently onto your toes and trailed your mouth over Ezekiel’s in a gentle slip of a kiss. 

You and EZ helped one another re-orient your clothes, giggling softly to one another as you prepared yourselves to re-emerge into the main part of the library. 

Ezekiel caught your wrist before you exited the aisle, turning you back toward him and pressing a kiss to the wrist he held, regarding you with his glimmering ochre eyes. 

“Oscar Wilde was right,” he breathed through his stupidly beautiful grin. “The only way to get rid of temptation?” 

“To yield to it,” you finished, matching his infuriating grin with one of your own. 

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[ortizobsessed]

That’s My Girl - Part 2

Similar to my statement last time, CONCENT. IS. KEY. I’m sure you’ll all be happy to find Ezekiel being the gentleman we all know he is.

Also, this story ended up being a bit longer than I was originally planning 🙈 but I’m really happy with how it turned out!

( PART 1 )

Curvy Reader x EZ where you are finally starting to feel confident, and you sleep with him for the first time.

Warnings: EZ taking your virginity smut (soft loving Ezekiel🥺), and a few swears.

Word Count: 3866

Masterlist

Things between you and EZ had been even more amazing than normal the last few weeks. Since that night, EZ had been nothing short of supportive. He understood why you felt the way you did, and didn’t hold any of it against you.

The compliments and praises were endless, and not only when you two were alone. Any time you walked through the doors of the clubhouse, he wasn’t afraid to speak up, as if announcing it to anyone in the room, “There she is! Mi niña bonita (my beautiful girl)!”

There were nights when some of Vicki’s girls would come to the clubhouse to mingle and make their “availability” known. EZ was a regular target for their flirtatious remarks (and honestly you couldn’t blame them), but he never once wavered. “Sorry, I already have someone,” he would say, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side, or pointing at you from across the room.

Most times the girls were respectful, stating, “I didn’t realize-“ or, “Can’t blame a girl for trying.” But there were those few, the ones that would look you up and down; some of them bold enough to do it in front of EZ.

You always told him to leave it, it wasn’t worth starting shit over; you were used to it. The sideways glances from girls when they saw him holding your hand, or kissing you on the cheek never went unnoticed, but they were getting easier to deal with. You had EZ, and even some of the other guys, to thank for that.

One particular night at the clubhouse, you were sitting at one of the tables with Gilly, Coco, and Riz.

“He’s crazy about you, you know.” Coco stated matter-of-factly, nodding in EZ’s direction. He was behind the bar, getting another round of beers ready to hand out to everyone.

Following Coco’s eyeline, you looked over at EZ. Catching his eye for a moment, he smiled at you as you replied, “I still can’t believe it sometimes.”

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what you meant by that.

“Hey- you’re smart, you have a kind heart, and you’re a beautiful girl.” Gilly said through a soft smile. “He’s lucky to have you, and Angel reminds him of that constantly.”

That got a smirk and a slight giggle out of you.

“Yeahhh there she is!” Gilly stated through that big grin of his, as he reached his hand over to you and grabbed a hold of yours. You thanked him with a small nod and a slight squeeze of his hand.

“That boy better treat you right, or I just might have something to say about it.” Riz added playfully.

“Oh yeah? And what exactly are you going to do about it?” Coco prodded.

Gilly stepped in before Riz could answer, “And don’t say you’d kick his ass, cause the Prospect’s got a mean right hook. Besides, we all know who won that fight between you and Angel.”

Riz’s jaw clenched slightly, wanting to continue the joke, but also feeling like he needed to prove his masculinity. “I could take Boyscout any day!”

The conversation around you started to fade into the background as you watched EZ work his way around the room. You truly loved him, and as Coco had put it, EZ was “crazy about you”. He clearly talked about you often enough that they felt comfortable talking to you as candidly as they had.

You were thankful for this conversation, because it seemed to give you that last nudge you needed. EZ had never given you a reason to doubt him and his love for you, so why had you waited all this time? No one was keeping you from your own happiness but yourself.

The conversation around you faded back in. “One of these days you and I will go a couple rounds- then we’ll see.” Coco was the one to poke fun at Riz this time.

“Uhh- sorry guys- I think I’m going to head out now.” You smiled at the three of them before standing up. “Thank you- for this. I love you guys.”

Smiling back at you, they all said, almost in unison, “You know we love you, too, Y/N.”

Walking over to EZ, who was behind the bar once more, you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind and rested your chin on his shoulder.

“I hope they weren’t bothering you too much,” EZ stated, glancing over his shoulder at you.

“No, no, they were really good to me,” you answered through a genuine smile.

He turned around in your arms, placing his hands on either side of your face and kissing your forehead lovingly. As you smiled up at him, EZ noticed that you seemed happy, truly happy, for the first time in a long time.

“You’re exceptionally beautiful today, cariño (sweetheart).” EZ’s words were sincere. If you weren’t already sure you were ready for this, his words cemented it.

“Thank you, Ezekiel. I actually feel like it today.” Standing on your tip-toes, you whispered in his ear, “Why don’t you meet me in your trailer when you’re done here?”

His face lit up, but before he let his smile settle in too much, he wanted to make sure this was really what you wanted. “Yeah? Are you sure?”

Nodding reassuringly at him, there it was, that full beautiful smile of his. You knew he loved you, and he was clearly excited to show you just how much. One of his hands was now on the back of your neck, and as you looked up at him, he kissed your lips tenderly. He lingered longer than he usually did when he kissed you in front of other people, but you weren’t complaining.

Someone across the room whistled, bringing you two back to reality, and your cheeks flushed. EZ laughed nervously as he looked around the room, and he found that Angel had just walked in the front door. Rolling his eyes and sighing, he looked back at you and whispered through a laugh, “I’m sorry.”

Shaking your head, laughing right along with him, you answered, “It’s okay.” Turning around, you faced Angel and teased, “Angel. Pleasure as always.”

“You know it!” he replied, making the few people who heard the exchange chuckle.

Walking out the doors of the clubhouse, you headed straight for EZ’s trailer, closing the door behind you and sighing. You knew you were ready for this, you could genuinely say you felt better about yourself than you had a few weeks ago. Sure, you still had some insecurities and doubts about certain things, but when it came to EZ, your faith didn’t falter.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, right where you’d been sitting that night, you gripped the sheets tight in your fists, as if recreating just how tense and nervous you’d felt. You couldn’t help but chuckle quietly to yourself, you’d been so worked up over something that seemed so minor to you now.

Turning the TV on, you flipped through channels mindlessly, just wanting some background noise. You weren’t sure how long it had been, but the second you heard footsteps outside the trailer, your heart started pounding. Fumbling with the remote, you turned the TV off and set the remote back on the bedside table where you’d found it. Standing at the foot of the bed, you stared at the door intently.

When it swung open, a wave of excitement washed over you. You watched, almost mesmerized, as EZ took a step through the door, closing it behind him. He had glanced at the table when he first opened the door, and when he didn’t see you sitting there, he turned towards the back of the trailer.

The second his eyes met yours, he paused and let out a deep but comforting sigh, as if seeing you had relieved all the tension in his body. You recognized the look on his face, because it’s exactly how you felt in that moment. Step by agonizing step, he made his way towards you, pulling his kutte off along the way, before hanging it on the back of a chair in the corner of the small room.

“Hi.” Your voice was soft, but it was clear you were happy to see him.

“Hi.” He repeated back to you, smiling as his eyes met yours.

Taking a small step forward, you placed your hands against his strong chest. You slid both hands up to his shoulders, then to his neck, one hand continuing along the back of his head, as the other rested on the side of his face.

With his hands on your hips, your eyes traced his hairline down to his chiseled jaw, where his facial hair led your eyes straight to his soft lips that were parted slightly. You were both already breathing heavier than normal.

You pulled him towards you and as your lips met you felt electricity coursing through your body. He pulled your hips closer to his as he deepened the kiss, his tongue expertly finding it’s way past your lips. Moving one of his hands up into your hair, he tugged gently and a moan escaped your lips.

You needed to come up for air, so you pulled away with your eyes still shut, breathed in deep, and exhaled contentedly. When you opened your eyes, you found EZ was already looking at you with a smile, nothing but adoration on his face. “I love you, Y/N.”

Caressing the side of his face, you replied, “I love you, too, Ezekiel.”

He made his love for you clear in another way, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

You replied sincerely, “I’m sure.”

“Okay,” he said through a reassuring smile. “If you want to stop, at any point, you just say so.”

Nodding, you acknowledged his genuine desire to make sure you were comfortable, “I will. Promise.”

His hands started on your shoulders, running down the side of your arms, until he was caressing your hips once more. Tugging at the hem of your shirt, you lifted your arms above your head and he pulled your shirt off with ease.

Your gut reaction was to cover yourself up, and before you had time to think about it, you found yourself wrapping your arms around your waist. Rubbing the sides of your arms gently, EZ looked you in the eyes and cooed, “It’s okay.”

As you relaxed, your arms dropped leaving your waist in full view. Breaking eye contact, EZ dropped his gaze, tracing the lacy curves of your bra, down the middle of your body to your hips. He sucked air in through his teeth, before breathing out hotly. “Damn,” was all he could muster, but his reaction made you blush, and you felt a tingling sensation down there.

Pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, he lifted your head so you were looking him in the eyes. “You are SO beautiful, mi amor (my love).” He leaned forward and kissed your lips tenderly.

You deepened the kiss as your hands slid down his chest. Slipping your hands under the hem of his shirt, you ran your fingers along his warm skin around his waist, pulling him close.

Breaking his lips away from yours, he pulled his shirt over his head in one swift motion. “Sit back,” he encouraged, “I want to memorize every inch of you. Every curve. Every stretch mark.”

Looking into his eyes, you couldn’t help but smile. A month ago his words would have made you shut him out, but tonight, you gladly did as he instructed. Lowering yourself onto the bed, you propped yourself up on your elbows, anticipating his touch.

Running his hands along your legs, he reached the top of your jeans, undoing the button and zipper. Lifting your hips off the bed, he pulled your pants down your legs, tossing them aside. Looking you up and down, hunger in his eyes, it took everything in you to not jump on him right then and there. But you wanted to take your time, and you knew he did, too.

Undoing his own belt and zipper, you watched intently as he pulled his jeans down his legs. You felt a rush of warmth wash over your body when you saw the tent in his boxers; you’d hardly even touched him and he was already ready for you.

Walking around the side of the bed, he climbed on behind you, leaning back against the wall. He motioned for you to sit between his legs, and you did, nuzzling your body into his lap. You leaned against his warm skin, feeling his hard member against your back.

He trailed his hands down the sides of your arms to your fingertips, before gently placing them on your waist. “Is this okay?”

“Yes-” you confessed.

He paused momentarily, giving you a chance to change your mind, before he ran his hands along your stomach to your breasts. A soft moan escaped your lips as he pulled your bra down, your bare breasts now cupped in his hands. Gently twirling your nipples between his fingers, you squirmed under his touch, and your fingers dug into his thighs.

“Ohhh- EZ-” you murmured, and you could practically hear him smile.

“Does that feel good?” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded lazily, unable to speak; your mind was already imagining how amazing his skillful fingers would feel inside you.

Keeping a hand on one of your breasts, he slid his other hand down your body again, then overtop of your underwear. He began just how he had that night, applying gentle pressure, curling his fingers back and forth along the outside of your matching lacy underwear.

A few moments later, he checked again, “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Please” you begged, and in no time his fingers were pushing their way under the material. The feeling of his warm hand on your core made you shiver.

He started by gently stroking one finger back and forth through your folds. “You’re already so wet, querida (darling).” His words made your walls clench in anticipation, and you moaned once more.

His now slick finger brushed carefully past your bundle of nerves, causing you to squirm and cross your legs. The whimper that escaped your lips told EZ that this wasn’t a nervous or bad reaction, so he kept going. As you got used to the new sensation, you spread your legs once more, giving him room to move.

“I want- your fingers- inside me-” you groaned.

EZ took instruction well, “Whatever you want. I promise I’ll be gentle.”

The tip of his finger teased your entrance before slowly sinking between your tight walls. You gasped, and EZ moaned against your neck. Sitting up so he could lean forward more, he reached his finger deeper inside you until he couldn’t reach any further. The slight curling motion he did next shot pure adrenaline throughout your body.

“Oh- oh fuck- EZ- please don’t stop-” You could feel your body tensing with every movement of his finger. Curling, brushing back and forth against that magic spot inside you. With his hand still cupping your breast, and your fingers gripping his thighs even tighter, you mumbled, “I’m going to-” but you couldn’t even finish your sentence, as your whole body began to quiver.

As you came down from your high, EZ spoke lovingly in your ear, “That’s my girl. So sexy, so beautiful when she’s coming.”

Slipping his finger out of you, you were breathing heavily and now chuckling softly. EZ couldn’t help but ask cheekily, “So, that was okay?”

“Okay?” You spoke through deep breaths, “Why- why did I ever- want to wait. That- that was- oh fuck.”

Both of you laughed as EZ wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. After sitting there for a short while, he broke the silence, “Would you like to keep going? If you want to stop here, that’s okay.”

Sitting up and turning to face him, you crossed your legs and placed your hands on either side of his face, looking him in the eyes. “I love you, Ezekiel Reyes. I trust you.” The smile on his face melted your heart. You knew this felt right, you wanted him to be the person you gave yourself to for the first time.

Clearly happy you were comfortable with continuing, he gave you a peck on the lips before reaching for the top drawer of the bedside table. Grabbing a condom, he sat up again, and before he could do anything your hands were on the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down. He lifted his hips to make it easier for you, and your mouth dropped open when he sprang free. He was quite large, both in girth and length, but this didn’t deter you. If anything, it pushed you further.

Taking the condom out of his hand, you tore open the wrapper. Sliding one hand up his thigh slowly, your eyes were strained on him, but he was watching your hand intently. Wrapping your hand around his erection gently, you watched happily as he tipped his head back and moaned; you could get used to that.

Rolling the condom down his length, you sat yourself up on your knees and leaned forward to kiss him tenderly. Once you pulled away, you undid the clasp on your bra, pulling it off your body, then you reached down, sliding your underwear down your legs.

Now both completely naked, EZ held your hands in his and asked through a loving smile, “How do you want to do this?”

You hadn’t really thought about it, but part of you was happy he even thought to ask. “Umm- maybe, like this-” you spoke as you moved, pushing his legs together and straddling his lap, the same way you had that night. Resting your body on his, you felt his length brush against your clit and you shivered.

“Could you, maybe- help support me?” you spoke nervously, unsure of how to ask.

But he responded softly, “Of course, cariño (sweetheart). What do you want me to do?”

Shifting your body so you were hovering above him, you placed one hand on his shoulder, using your free hand to guide one of his to your back side. Following your lead, he now had both of his hands firmly grasping your behind. Lifting up as you rested part of your bodyweight in his hands, he gave you all the added support you needed.

Looking up into your eyes, he asked you once more, “You’re still okay?”

Kissing him tenderly, you let him know, “I want this, tonight, with you.”

Smiling at you, he nodded, happy you were this comfortable with him; trusting him with such an intimate moment.

Breathing deep, you reached down between your bodies and lined him with your core, before slowly lowering you body onto his length. You heard EZ’s breathing catch as your walls welcomed his tip with ease, hugging it tight. The slight wince that escaped your lips as you tried to move further made EZ tighten his grip on your back side, holding you still.

“Are you alright? Does it hurt?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“No,” you answered honestly, “just lots of pressure. But I’m okay.”

Registering your response, he lessened the amount of support he was giving you slightly, letting you control how fast you moved. With a slight back and forth rocking of your hips, you found it helped quite a bit, and before you knew it you were sitting with his full length inside you.

EZ reached one of his hands up, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face, “How does that feel?”

“Good. Still quite a bit of pressure, but good.” You smiled at him, “You?”

Letting out an airy laugh, he figured it was only fair to return the same level of honesty you’d given him, “Fucking amazing.” Laughing right along with him, you kissed him passionately, then rested your forehead against his as you began slowly rocking your hips back and forth. His moans filled your ears, “So fucking amazing, baby. So tight.”

His words made your entire body sigh, and the more you moved, the more that stinging sensation faded away. EZ could tell that you were warming up to it, because instead of just rocking back and forth, you were starting to lift your body up and down his length.

“Feeling better?” he asked lovingly.

“Mmm- mhmm-” was all you could muster. With your arms now wrapped around his shoulders, and his arms around your waist, you were bouncing up and down at a much faster pace.

When you started to tire, EZ kept hold of your body, turning you onto your back, all while his length was still buried deep inside you. Nuzzling his body between your legs, he rested on his elbows beside you, and encompassed your face with his hands. Looking you in the eyes, he pulled out slowly, before pushing back into you again, loving the look on your face when he did.

Your nails were now digging into his back as he kept up a steady pace, every time hitting that glorious spot inside you. Leaning forward, you kissed him passionately and your moans against his lips let him know you were getting close to another release.

Feeling your walls clenching down around him was driving him closer to the edge as well. “That’s it, come for me again,” he moaned in your ear, before looking you in the eyes.

His words were your undoing, and with a couple more thrusts he had your head tipping back as euphoria washed over you. Placing sloppy kisses on your exposed neck, he rocked his hips back and forth a few more times and you felt his hips still with one final thrust. Collapsing on top of you, you pulled his body as close as you could, with your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist.

After a few deep breaths, both of you trying to regain your composure, EZ propped his body up on his elbows again, kissing your lips softly. “How was that?”

With your heart still pounding in your chest, you responded with a breathless, “Fuck- EZ- that was- that was incredible.”

“Good, I’m glad,” he smiled big. “And you did such a good job, mi amor (my love).”

Smiling back at him, you giggled and repeated your earlier remarks, “Again, I ask myself, why did I wait so long to do this? You were amazing, EZ. Thank you for being so gentle.”

He replied with a sincere, “When you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Running his hands through your hair, he moved his hips back in an attempt to pull himself out of you. Wrapping your legs just a little tighter around his waist, you admitted sheepishly, “I want to lay here a little longer, with you still inside me.”

EZ had no objections to this, settling himself between your legs once more and resting his body on top of yours.

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Huge thank you to @everyhowlmarksthedead for helping me get my translations correct 🥰

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[zaenight]

CRAZY BUT SHE'S MINE CHAPTER 24 FINAL CHAPTER

"I SWEAR TO GOD IM GONNA POP THIS KID OUT RIGHT NOW IF SOMEBODODY DOESN'T GET THE DAMN KEYS , SOMEONE SOBER!" Jackie exclaimed in pain , gripping onto Ez's arm.

"I got them , here , go ! Lets go everyone to the cars , sober people behind the wheels !" Angel exclaimed as Luisa told them The sons were outside.

"BABY REYES IS COMING!" Tig exclaimed bursting in.

"SHUT UP ALE-GET THE KEYS!" Jackie yelled out in Pain.

Finally making it to the car They drove off too the hospital , the sons driving the too drunk too drive mayans.

"No , no , Mierda!,we're almost there mom , you can't birth the baby in the back of a truck!" Illiana groaned , as Jackie cried out in pain.

Felipe gave his truck , and offered to watch maverick for Luisa and angel.

Angel drove , with Luisa in the passenger side , in the back Jackie had her head on Ez's lap , and legs on Illiana's lap.

"Im gonna kill you!" Jackie groaned , as Ez played with her hair.

"We're almost there Camila." He said , as she gripped his hand.

"Yo I think im gonna throw up." Angel said as Luisa smacked him.

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The sons had to leave a bit Early , much to Tigs dismay , but he demanded pictures.

"Im gonna kill you , OH FUCK!" Jackie said pushing.

"C'mon Camila , you can do it Mi reina." Ez said , As Jackie pushed , as she screamed , a loud wail filled the room.

"It's a girl , A beautiful baby girl." The doctor said , as the baby cried.

"Do you have a name?" The doctor asked , as He let Ez cut the umbilical cord.

"Esmae "Marisol" Reyes , that's her name." Jackie said as Ez Sat by her , Passing her the now calm baby , kissing the tired woman's forhead , painful labour , and a natural

birth with no medication took a toll on the woman's body.

"You did it Querida." Ez said as She held their baby.

"No , We did it Ezekiel." Jackie said with a glance , small smile on her face.

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"Angel , Luisa , we want you to be Esmae's godparents." Ez said to his brother and future

sister-in-law.

"Esmae?" Angel questioned.

"Esmae "Marisol" Reyes , thats her name , That's your Goddaughter ." Jackie said sitting up with the help of Luisa , Illiana was holding Esmae , gushing over her new baby sister.

Angel's eye's lit up as Illiana passed Esmae to him , and he cried , he fucking cried.

"Shut up." He said to Ez , who chuckled.

The club members all got their turn to hold baby Esmae , Later on Gurero and bottles left , along with Luisa who had to take care of maverick.

"Hey? before you went into labour you wanted to tell me somthing?" Ez questioned , the club asleep outside , while illiana slept on the couch in the room..

"Ezekiel I want to get married and be your old lady , I love you." Jackie said as Ez had a smile on his face.

Until the door burst open , Illiana popped up , Esmae started to cry , and jackie stared at the police.

The club was in cuffs , cursing the police.

"Mayans Mc , your under arrest for mutiple charges." Frankie told them.

"Just let me hold my little girl

and say goodbye to my wife

and kid before you arrest me

and the guys, please." Ez told him , as illiana handed the baby to him , holding her with one arm , he wrapped another around Illiana , Jackie's hand rested on his knee.

"Los amo a los tres, y cuando salga, nos casaremos y todo eso, Jackie, te lo prometo, lo siento." Ez told them , kissing Esmae's forhead one last time , Before putting her in Jackie's arms , and holding his girls one last time , before he was taken away in cuffs.

(I love the three of you , and when I get out , We're getting married and everything Jackie , I promise you that , Im sorry.)

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*~*8 YEARS LATER*~*

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"Dad's getting out soon , he hates when we go visit because he doesn't like us seeing him behind the glass but really he loves it because then he knows we're okay." Illiana said, she was now 24 , although she looked the same as the day Jackie met her , she still lived with them of course , She's had girlfriends , but none of them worked like it did with Natalia.

"Let's go , let's go!,

he's gonna think it's

a normal visit but really

we're going to bring

him home." A now eight year old esmae exclaimed , never getting to hug her father , due to the glass.

"Ok , ok , come on you two ." Jackie said , as Sally barked , Jackie laughed.

"Ok , you Three , there happy , lets go , lets go!" Jackie exclaimed as The three girl's and the Pit walked out the door.

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Ez reyes , and the Club had gotten Eight years to life , or so they thought , the warden saw there good behaviour , and without their knowledge was going to release them.

Gurero had patched in Nestor and Bottle's due to the request of The club , the threeupdating the reyes brothers of their family.

They also play Princesses with Esmae , Illiana uses the pictures of them in tutu's and tiara's as blackmail.

Luisa brings the now ten year old maverick over for playdate's , the two cousins adore eachother.

The Sons adored the little girl , she was a ball of sunshine , in this dark world.

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"Ezekiel Reyes , you have visitors." The guard stated.

Usually they just took them out for visiting , so Ez was a bit confused , Especially when he saw his brother and the club being taken to the visitor's room.

"DADDY!" Esmae exclaimed , So did Maverick as They ran to their fathers.

As the men picked up their kids , the gave a confused glance.

Jackie walked over to ez , Pulling him into a long kiss.

Illiana laughed , as Esmae made a gagging noise , hugging her father , and with much suprise she walked over to Bishop , pulling him into a hug.

"What-" Ez was about to say as Jackie laughed.

"Your out Ez , Free , YOU BOYS ARE COMING HOME!" Jackie exclaimed.

"Wha-How?" Creeper stated confused.

"Good behaviour , and a bit of womanly manipulation , and a bit of help from Emily , She's a hell of a lawyer." Jackie stated as her and Luisa smirked at eachother.

"NOW LETS GET YOU TWO MARRIED!" Illiana exclaimed.

"Right now!?" Ez exclained.

"Yes right now , Mom has the dress , we got the suits , we got the ven- LET'S GO VAMOS!" She exclaimed As Esmae frabbed her father's hand , and Illiana grabbed her mothers.

"What the fuck!" Angel exclaimed , as Maverick wacked him.

"Language!" The boy said as Luisa chuckled , pulling angel into a kiss.

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They did it they got Married , Letty and hope cheered as she walked down the Isle , Illiana and Esmae holding flowers and the rings , Felipe officiating the wedding.

"Do you Ezekiel "Lorenzo" Reyes take this lovely bride as your wife." Felipe said.

"I do " Ez said.

"And do you , Camila "Jackie" Vincent , take my idiot son , as your husband." Felipe said.

"I do." Jackie snorted, as Ez rolled his eyes.

"You may now kiss the fucking bride , trata a su hijo correcto." Felipe said , as They all Cheered.

(treat her right son)

Did I mention Tig walked her down the Isle , no well he did.

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*small smut*

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"Fuck , I've been wanting to do this since I saw you." Ez growled.

Jackie moaned as he thrusted into her , Holding on too the bed sheets , knuckels turning white .

Ez kissed her chest , listening to her moans , made him fuck her even harder.

As he came in her He rested his head on her shoulder , her hands tracing shape's on his bare back.

"I fucking missed you Ezekiel." Jackie said.

"I fucking missed you too Camilia , you and your fucking Crazy ass." He said as they laid side by side.

"Im crazy but-" She was cut off by a kiss.

"Your mine." Ez said as their kiss was turned into round two.

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THANK YOU FOR READING CRAZY BUT SHE'S MINE , THE SECOND BOOK I HAVE COMPLETED.

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HERE ARE MY OTHER BOOKS THAT YOU MIGHT LIKE.

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WANHEDA COMMANDER OF DEATH // BRANDON CARVER (THE WALKING DEAD)

MAMA DIDN'T RAISE NO BITCHES // EZ REYES & NESTOR OCTEVA (MAYANS MC)

HIS GIRL // JOSÈ MARQUEZ (CLUBHOUSE 2004)

HIS DOWN BITCH , HER CHOLO // ERNESTO MENDOZA (HOPE RANCH 2002)(COMPLETED)

READ ALL ABOUT IT // BROOKE DAVIS (ONE TREE HILL)

THE DRAGON AND HER KNIGHT // BELLAMY BLAKE (THE 100)

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birthday wishes [ ez reyes ]

SUMMARY ─  it’s your birthday, and ez knows just how to celebrate

WARNINGS ─ female!reader, smut [ protected p in v, size kink, fingering, female-receiving oral ] + mature language

with a quick rush of air, your candles were blown out, a gleeful smile set across your lips. you briefly whispered your birthday wish, standing up from your bent position to face your boyfriend, who had a just a equally bright smile.

ez reached around your form, quickly pulling the smoking candles from the cake to avoid getting wax in the frosting and placing them on a spread plate to be thrown out. as he turned to dispose of them, he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

over his shoulder, he passed you some silverware and plates for the small cake, letting you take them from his hands as he attempted to find something suitable to cut the cake with. it wasn’t until he got a jab from you about not having a cake server, that he found a longer knife and turned with a knowing smiling, cause it’s the same thing if you flip it on it’s side.

he cut you the first piece, letting you dig in before getting his own. as he had cut the cake and had settled next to you, he choked out a laugh as he thought about the common tradition his family, and many of his friends families, had done on their kids birthday. "if we had been celebrating with angel and my pops, your face would have already been smashed into the cake by now." he laughed, watching an offended look cross your face as you pulled your cake slice out of reach. "don't worry baby!" he tried to ease, laughing as he went to pull you closer, "i knew you didn't really want to wash cake and frosting out of your hair tonight."

you shot him a look, making a soft noise at the back of your throat, almost scoffing at his sweet toned response. "so sweet of you, amor." he smiled at you, pushing his plate onto the table as he turned around in the booth to dig into his kutte pocket. "i did get you something by the way." he muttered, flipping the vest all sorts of ways to find which pocket he had stuffed your gift into. "you didn't have to."

he chuckled, finally finding the small box and turning to face you. "saw it, and couldn't resist buying it." he handed the small black box over, letting you do the honors of opening your gift. "it’s an e for ezekiel." he explained, watching as you plucked the anklet out of the box with tears brimming your eyes, "will you put it on for me?" you asked, handing the delicate jewelry over, then lifting a leg so he could clasp it around your ankle. "you know, i had a whole idea behind this."

"oh really? and do you care to elaborate on that idea?" you smiled, turning your leg over so you could see the anklet shine in the kitchen light. 

"thought it would look really good when your legs are thrown over my shoulders." he smiled to himself, digging back into his cake like it was just some off-handed comment and it didn’t really mean to go anywhere. but it had not only shocked you, but had turned you on instantly. like, he was thinking about that when he bought it? oh, did you have more of a reason to wear this anklet more. "you good, babe?" his voice cut through your slight trance, "can we try that?" you ask, not fully cognitive of what you said, but the look on ez’s face said it all. "now?"

"yes, now.” at your words, ez leans forward and kisses you, his hands coming to ground themselves at your hips, giving them a tight squeeze. his lips never leave yours as he guides you back, making his way to the bedroom at the back of the trailer. you hands come to rest at the nape of his neck, wanting something to hold onto should you happen to trip over yourself. your nails scraping through his short hair as you deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue along his bottom lip, seeking permission to delve further into him

your knees hit the mattress, ez’s hands leaving your hips to gently guide you to the bedding, before he situates himself above you and captures your lips again. this time his hands coming to ghost along your sides, brushing the fabric of your shirt up and along your skin, signaling the want to remove it.

the shirt stays in place, however, your shirt is the one to come off. the garment thrown to the other side of the room, long forgotten. 

a large, warm, hand rests against the inside of your knee, gently pushing your legs further apart. you mid races as that same hand ghosts along the inside of your thigh, achingly slow towards your center.

ez fingers completely skip over your covered core, opting to move higher and unbutton your jeans, looping his fingers into the belt loops to pull them down your hips. you lift your hips slightly, hoping to aid him in pulling them down and off your legs, leaving you still far too dressed for your liking.

his hands come back, your breath hitches as his hand presses firmly against your covered core, the fabric damp and warm to touch. "this for me, birthday girl?" ez teases, his lips pulling into a smirk at your gasp. you eyes connect, watching him with hooded lids as he pushed your panties aside, easing two fingers into your soaked core with a sinful, yet appreciative groan.

he stills for a short moment, allowing you to get accustomed to the stretch before he's pumping his thick fingers inside of you, his thumb gently resting at your clit, every so often swiping it across causing your hips to jump. his movements were encouraged by your vocalizations, your quiet mewls when he would brush up against your spot.

his fingers continue to pump in and out of your soaked cunt, your breathing picking up as your core started to burn, the coil inside you slowly tightening. a hand previously gripping at your hip to keep you in place, reaches up and around the nape of your neck to pull you closer, ez's lips dancing just millimeters from yours. he groans quietly, pressing his lips to yours then leaning against your forehead.

"you're so wet, mi vida. taking my fingers so well." he mused, as his eyes dipped down to watch his fingers disappear inside of you. you in turn, flutter at the praise, hands coming to ground yourself at his shoulders and eyes rolling back. ez smiles, humming at the feeling of you tightening around his fingers as he speeds up his thrusts.

"so good, mi vida. doing so well." you nod, breathless and not entirely hearing what he's saying to you at the moment, but through the haze, it sounds good. you let out a wanton moan when his thumb swipes across you clit again, hips jolting again.

you vaguely catch yourself saying his name, nails digging into his shoulders as the tightening in your core runs white-hot and is starting to spread out to your limbs. your so close, right on the cusp of coming with ez's fingers deep inside of you, when he pulls his fingers out completely.

he doesn't miss the way you protest, concern now spreading through as you try to figure out if something went wrong, only to see ez stripping himself of his shirt. "don't fret, i want you cumming on my tongue." he soothes as he drops to his knees, gently nudging your knees further apart to fit his shoulders. then opting to just throw your legs over them. you nearly knee ez in the back of the head when his tongue reaches out, slowly tasting you.

with you having previously been right on the edge of cumming, ez builds right back up to that point, smiling to himself as he feels you thighs tighten around his head.

he picks up the pace, slipping his fingers back into you and now with the soft sensation of his tongue flicking your clit, you're falling apart faster than you can keep up. he hears you start to babble, something he doesn't quite catch but he takes it as a sign that you're close, speeding up his thrusts and flicks.

with a sharp gasp, your fingers scrape against his head as your climax hits you. waves of pleasure wash over you, your legs shaking as you quiver and shudder against the covers. ez slips from between you legs, brushing some hair away from your face and gently holding you until you are able to gain your breathing.

"you okay?" he watches as you nod, clearing your throat as you look up at him through hooded eyes. "yes." you manage to say, looking down to notice that he had already stripped himself of his remaining clothes.

"did you still want to continue?" he asks gently, a hand coming to grab you hand as he patiently awaits your answer. you nod, leaning up to press a breathy kiss to his lips as a moan slips past. ez backs away, fumbling around in the bedside drawer to find a condom and some lube. putting them on and spreading lube along his covered length to make sure he was nice and slick to slide into you.

he positioned himself right at your entrance, grabbing the leg he had clasped the anklet around and placing it right at his shoulder, hooking the other leg around his hip. he smiled, slipping into you with a slow, yet firm thrust. "so tight." he breathes, sighing as he listens to your moan of appreciation.

his hips start to rock, his lips coming to kiss the skin of your calf and ankle as he sets the pace. you purr, hand coming to wrap around the arm his has positioned at your hips. nails bite into his skin as you rock in time with his motions. your eyes drift close, enjoying the drag of his cock inside of you.

"shit." ez moans, his grip tightening, hips picking up speed as he feels you tighten then flutter around him. "so good." he sighs, glancing out of the corner of his eye to see the gold of your anklet bounce with each thrust of his hips.

you feel like your going to burst. the sound of him fucking you reaches your ears, your soaked cunt squelching with each thrust. ez groans, hips pushing into yours, the heavy drag of his cock head rubbing against that spot deep inside you, a familiar tightening forming in your lower abdomen. you mewl at the familiar sensation, the white-hot feeling setting in once more as it over takes everything.

with one last thrust, you snap, your orgasm washing over you, cunt clenched around him. your grip tightens on ez as he continues his rough pace, hips slapping into you and sending shockwaves of pleasure through your limbs. you moan raggedly, riding out the waves of your orgasm.

ez sputters not long after, letting out a long groan as his thrusts start losing their rhythm. and with a few stuttering thrusts, he gasps out his release, whimpering praises, rocking his hips up into you slower to draw out his own release before stilling inside of you.

ez moves your leg before falling forward, being cautious to not crush you. he wiggles his arms underneath you, burying his face into the side of your neck as his heartrate evens out. once he knows you're good, he slips out of you as gently as possible before getting up to dispose of the condom and grab a washcloth to clean you up.

it's during this time he's probably to most affectionate you'll ever see him, as he dotes on you until he's ready to past out himself. to which he wastes no time this evening to get into bed next to you. he curls up next to you, pulling you into his arms as he rests his chin at the top of your head. "hope you got everything you wished for, mi vida. and then some." you nestle further into his chest, smiling as you nod, "i did. thank you, mi amor."

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[mycupoffanfiction]

Restrain Me

Summary: Ez agrees to try bondage with him being the one who is restrained instead of you for the first time and he realises just what he’s been missing out on.

Warnings: This is consensual bondage, use of leather restraints, bondage rope, blindfold, sub/dom, oral (male and female recieving). Please note that practicing bondage or any type of sexual act should involve plenty of communication beforehand and after 💖

Word count: Approx 620

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A/N: Hi loves! Here is the first fic of this week of kink drabbles! I hope you enjoy some bondage with Ez Reyes! 💖

Dark and hazy, the sounds that passed his lips in the form of soft, desperate moans mixed with the creak of the leather restraints that bound his wrists. A whine escaped him, the soft clink of the chain that connected the leather braces shifted as Ezekiel pulled against his restraints. “Please.” He moaned, feeling the way that you slowly took his cock into your mouth until he touched the back of your throat, the man beneath you letting out a groan of pleasure as you did and his breathing skipped as you slid your tongue over him, achingly slow before he felt you trail over the tip.

Pulling away from his length with a soft pop, you looked up at him with a smile on your lips. “Please what, Ezekiel?” You asked in a sultry tone, enjoying the way he writhed with pleasure beneath you. Just days before, he had been adamant that he wouldn’t have as much fun being in bondage as he has when it’s you in those restraints. But now, with leather binding his wrists together, a blindfold over his eyes and the use of some soft, pretty red rope, Ezekiel was gladly proven wrong.

“Please stop teasing.” He begged, desperately thrusting his hips upwards, only for you to pull your touch away, only frustrating him more. “But that’s part of the fun.” You giggled, Ez’s desperation breaking for a moment as a smirk spread across his lips at the comment you had made.

He jolted slightly when your fingertips met his skin, gently trailing over his chest and he gasped softly when you slowly traced your touch over his nipple, raising a pleasurable chill over his skin and pulling a soft groan that vibrated heavily in his chest. “If you want to cum,” You whispered, leaning over him, your lips pressing softly against his neck, leaving gentle kisses against his sensitive skin. “You have to wait until I’m done playing with you.” You said it almost innocently, but it made it all the more sinful and Ez groaned, his playful smile taking over.

He supposed after all of the times he’d played with you in bondage, surprising you with all sorts of sensations and feelings, he’d have to expect the same sort of treatment. “Besides,” You murmured, kissing your way down his torso until you reached his cock, trailing a slow, long stripe of your tongue up his length, eliciting a dreamy, low moan from your boyfriend. “I want to have a little fun too.” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive tip, bringing out a little gasp from him.

There was a moment of silence as you pulled away from him and slowly made your way back up the bed, going as quietly and slowly as you could. “Do you want to taste me, Ezekiel?” You asked quietly against his ear, the Mayan groaning as he gently tugged his lower lip between his teeth. “Please, baby, let me.” He begged, desperate for anything, desperate for you. “If you’re good, I’ll give you whatever you want.” You assured him as you pulled away, reaching down to slip your panties to the side, watching as Ez struggled to hide his smile. “Would you like that?” You asked softly as you approached him. “Please, querida. Fuck.” He hummed out.

Ezekiel loved the way you made him feel while he was in bondage, he loved how even your voice made him desperate for something. The anticipation of what was to come filled him as you slowly straddled him, lowering your hot, wet core over his lips, Ez immediately beginning to play with you with his tongue and the way you gasped and moaned with such a sinful, drawn out tone, Ezekiel knew he was practically going to beg to be the one in bondage next time.

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[soaimagines]

late nights ♡

Pairing: EZ Reyes x Female Reader

Summary: EZ comes home late to find that you fell asleep waiting for him..

Warnings: R18+, language, smut, daddy kink, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving) vaginal sex, slight spanking and choking 😅

Authors Note: I had to get this out cause I’m hella thirsty . There’s no real plot here, just filth.

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Full disclosure, I do not speak español, I try to use the language respectfully and sparingly and hope I have done so. I try to stick to pet names only and I mean no offence 🖤

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For a moment EZ rested on his bike, having just pulled into your driveway, the engine still hot beneath him. A wave of guilt washed over him, knowing that he was late once again. He always felt bad when club business kept him from you and he hated letting you down. The night air was still warm and the street was quiet as he glanced around the neighbouring properties. He looked at the moon as he unbuckled his helmet and lifted it off his head. It was bright tonight, almost full and he smiled, remembering the nights he’d spent with you under the stars.  He swung his leg over his bike and ruffled his hair as he walked to the front steps. There was a light on, as usual. You always left a light on for him. He was quiet as he unlocked the door, and stepped inside. He kicked off his boots and placed them next to the door, careful not to let the thuds wake you. After locking the door he pulled his kutte off his shoulders and placed it carefully over the back of a chair, giving at a pat before turning away.

The hallway was dark and he shifted quietly towards the light coming from your bedroom. Poking his head around the door frame, his breath caught in his throat.

You were asleep, as he’d expected for this time of night. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was the lingerie adorning your body as you laid curled up on top of the blankets. He gulped and stepped into the room, his eyes roaming over the black lace hugging your curves and he let out a low breath.

Knowing you had gotten all dressed up for him added a whole other wave of guilt and he hated the thought of you waiting around for him and falling asleep disappointed. He brushed his hand over his face. There was no point dwelling on it now. The least he could do was make it up to you.

You stirred in your sleep as the mattress shifted under his weight, though your eyes remain closed. He brushed his hand over your thigh, squeezing your skin softly.

“EZ?” You murmured, your eyes squinting as you woke.

“Yeah. It’s me, baby.” EZ responded. His voice was soft and you smiled hearing it. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

You gave him a small smile and stretched out.

“You put all this on for me?” EZ asked.

For a moment you’d forgotten were wearing and when you realised you blushed slightly. But the way he asked, his voice low and full of lost only ignited the heat you’d had within you as you’d gotten dressed for him.

“Mmhmm,” You nodded, biting your lip.

“Princesa,” Ez whispered, sending shivers up your spine. “Lemme see.”

You rolled onto your back, arching it slightly.

Under his gaze you melted, you could almost feel his eyes roaming over every inch of your skin and when he licked his lips you let out a breath. His hand traced over your thighs and he caressed your skin with his thumb as he lead his hand closer to your pussy.

You bit your lip and spread your legs slightly, allowing him access. He shifted, kneeling on the bed and he leant over your body. You could feel his breath against your lips and you met his gaze. He always loved to tease you, and tonight was no different. Leaning his forehead against yours he moved his hands up your thighs once more only this time he didn’t retreat. You whimpered as he brushed his hand over your pussy and he smirked.

He moved his hand over your mound once more before tugging the lace to the side. With his middle finger he slowly traced along your slit. Both of you moaned then, you at the feel of his touch and him at how wet your were already.

“You’re already so wet for me, baby.” EZ murmured.

The moment his lips touched yours a wave of urgency washed over you. All night you’d waited for him, and you needed him, now. As he kissed you his fingers slid through your folds and he gently began to circle your clit.

“Ez,” you moaned against his lips.

He smirked, increasing his speed. Your hands clutched at his shirt and you raised your hips, pushing yourself towards him. He kissed you slowly, his lips moving with yours while never ceasing his movements down below. His fingers moved lower and he slid one inside you, circling it around your hole. You gasped and rolled your hips, inviting him in and he began to pump his fingers inside you.

His lips ghosted over your jaw and he kissed down your neck, sucking at the skin and leaving a trail of bruises as he made his way to your collarbone. The way you squirmed and whimpered under his touch only turned him on more and he moved his fingers faster now.

“Fuck, your so wet querida,” EZ growled. He tugged your bra down, exposing your breasts and he wrapped his mouth around your nipples. His fingers pumped in and out of you expertly, curling against your g spot. You moaned again, lifting your hips to meet his movements. His tongue ran circles over your nipples and he grazed over them lightly with his teeth.

Suddenly he pulled away from you and you whined at the sudden emptiness. He knelt on the bed and pulled his shirt over his head before tossing it to the floor. You bit your lip as your eyes roamed his body, the toned muscles and the veins. He was so fucking sexy.

EZ ripped your panties down your thighs and tossed them away before pushing your legs open. He knelt between them and licked his lips as he eyed your bare pussy, already glistening with your juices. He leant over you and crashed his lips against yours and your hands roamed his back.

“Fuck me, daddy.” You whispered against his lips.

EZ smirked, his eyes dark with a hunger and his fingers made their way back to your pussy. He pushed his middle finger inside you with ease and you bit your lip, a soft moan escaping them.

“You want me to fuck your tight little pussy, princesa?” He pulled his finger out slowly and traced it over your clit.

“Please, Ezekiel, I need you.” You nodded, your eyes never leaving his.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” He kissed you softly. “But not yet.”

Before you could protest he moved down the bed and laid between your legs. His arms hooked under your thighs, pulling you close to him and he ran his tongue over your slit. You gasped and clutched the sheets, yearning for more of him.

“Mmm, baby,” He spread your legs wider and his tongue ran over your clit slowly. “Your pussy always tastes so good.”

His tongue circled your clit and he reached his hands up your body, squeezing on your tits as he got to work. You grabbed a pillow and clutched it to your face, stifling your moans as he circled your clit teasingly slow. When his lips wrapped around you and he sucked at your clit you raised your hips and let out another loan into the pillow. EZ glanced up and tugged the pillow away.

“No, princesa. I want to hear you.”

You bit your lip and watched as he went back to his slow licks and his eyes never left yours as he ran his tongue over your clit. His tongue moved faster now, like he was reciting the alphabet and you bit your lip, panting as you reached down and ran your fingers through his  hair. You held his head against you and lifted your hips and you could feel him smile against you.

“You like that, baby?” You moaned in response and he moved his hands down your body and he pulled away from you, only slightly as his fingers ran over your slit.

He let out a moan as he watched his fingers run your clit and he pushed his fingers into your throbbing pussy.

“Fuck, daddy.” You whines as he pumped his fingers inside you.

“You’re such a good girl for me, princesa.” He licked your clit.

“Getting all dressed up for me,” He sucked at it softly. “Waiting for me.”

You moaned and lifted your hips to meet the strokes of his tongue. He moaned against you, and began pumping his fingers once more, curling them against your wall and rubbing against your gspot. You writhed on the bed, your hands clutching at the sheets as he sucked at your clit while his fingers pounded your pussy.

“Fuck, EZ!”

“You gonna cum for me, princesa?” He growled against you.

You moaned in response and sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as pressure built within you. His fingers pumped faster and his mouth moved over your clit, licking and sucking. You were panting now, your hips rising to meet his movements.

“Cum for me, baby.”

His permission was all you needed and you let out a moan as your orgasm coursed through you. Your walls clenched around his fingers as you came and his tongue never stopped running over your clit making you squirm under his touch, your legs trembling around him.

“Good girl,” he moaned against you and he lapped at your juices, his tongue running all over your pussy.

Almost immediately he tugged his jeans and his boxers down his thighs, and you licked your lips when you saw how hard his cock was. He grasped it in his hand and knelt between your legs, lining himself up at your entrance.

“You want me to fuck your tight little pussy?” He panted as he ran the tip of his cock over your slit. His eyes watched as your juices coated himself and you heard him groan at the sight.

“Fuck me, Daddy.” You moaned as he rubbed his cock over your clit, still so sensitive.

He plunged his cock into you and you gasped at the sensation, your hands grabbing his hips. He rested for a moment, letting you adjust to the thickness of his cock.

“Fuck your pussy feels so good, princesa.”

He crashed his lips against yours, stifling your moan as he pulled out of you slowly.

“So tight.” He pushed into you.

You moaned and ran your hands over his back as he set a pace with his hips, thrusting into you slowly and deeply.

“So fucking wet.”

He wanted you to feel every inch of him entering you and he lost himself in the sound of the whimpers you made as he pushed into you. His eyes were glued to your pussy and seeing your folds wrapped around his cock, glistening with your juices, was driving him wild. After a few more thrusts he pulled out of you and knelt in the bed, stroking his cock slowly.

“Rollover.” He ordered.

You bit your lip and obeyed, rolling onto your stomach and pushing your ass into the air, your cheek pressed against the sheets. EZ let out a breath as he looked at your ass and he caressed it, making you wriggle. You knelt, pushing your body onto all fours and waving your ass higher in the air. He brought his hand down swiftly, slapping your ass and making you gasp. He rubbed the already reddening mark and leant down to kiss it. He knelt straight and grabbed his cock. Lining it up, you felt him run his cock over your dripping pussy before he pushed into you once more.

The change of position gave a whole new sense of pleasure and he set a faster pace. His cock slammed into you and you collapsed against the mattress, falling onto your elbows. EZ gripped your hips, sure to leave bruises in the morning, and you moaned between breaths as he picked up a relentless pace, slamming into your pussy hard and fast.

“You like that, princesa? You like it when I fuck your little pussy?”

“Yes daddy.” You moaned in response.

He leant forward and pulled your hair into a ponytail, his thrusts never ceasing. With a gentle tug at your hair he pulled you back onto all fours and with his spare hand he reached under you. His fingers found your clit and he rubbed clumsy circles.

You bit your lip, trying to contain your moans and you arched your backs He leant over you, leaving sloppy kisses along the back of your neck and hearing his staggered breathing, and his soft moans sent you into overdrive.

“Fuck, daddy.” You whined.

He released his grip on your hair only to wrap his hand around your throat.

“You gonna cum again, mama?”

You attempted to nod, which proved difficult with his grip on your throat and his hips pounding into you. But he didn’t wait for an answer though and he rubbed his fingers over your clit faster.

“Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock?”

You moaned now and he squeezed your throat slightly tighter.

His breath was hot in your air as he whispered.

“Come for me, princesa.”

Hearing those words, you lost all control, and your eyes rolled back as waves of pleasure rolled through you. Your pussy squirted, making EZ groan and sending shivers all over your skin, your legs trembling in ecstasy.

“Fuck you’re so sexy, my preciosa.”

His pace was sloppy now and you knew he was almost ready as well. He didn’t resist as you pulled his hand away from your throat and moved away from him. You immediately turned around and knelt down before him.

You licked your juices off his throbbing cock and he let out a low moan, watching your tongue run along the vein and around his tip. He grasped his cock and you licked your tongue around him before taking him in your mouth.

“Fuck, princesa.” He moaned as you moved your lips back and forth, your cheeks hallowing.

He cupped your face, his thumb brushing over his cheek as he watched you take him in your mouth.

“You wanna taste my cum, huh?”

You met his eye in response, your tongue running over his tip. He was close, you knew it, and you swiped his hand away from his cock, taking it in your hand instead. Both your hands wrapped around his cock and you moved them with your lips, twisting them as you did.

EZ let out a shaky moan and you squeezed slightly while you sucked at him. You pumped his cock a few more times before he came in your mouth and you met his eye as you swallowed his load. Once more you sucked his cock, making him tremble and moan before kissing it lightly and falling back onto the bed.

EZ collapsed beside you and you both laid silence as you caught your breath. His hand traced lazily over your thigh and he turned you you, his hand cupping your face as he turned you to look at him.

“I’m sorry I was late, mi vida.” He kissed your forehead and you smiled.

“It’s okay,” you said softly. “You can be as late as you want if you fuck me like that.”

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