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mrsamaroevans · 6 months

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I Got You

Fandom: Mayans M.C.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Reader.

Request: No.

Words: 770.

Warnings: Murder. So… I needed to write this ‘cause the other day I needed to see gifs of Miguel on season 5 ‘cause he looks gorgeous (fight me) and I still have two episodes left from the show so… I got spoilered (idk if that’s actually a word lol). I needed to give him a different ending so… probably there are spoilers in this? I don’t know… just, read carefully if you haven’ finished the show yet. (I’m very offended, tbh).

A/N: Gif not mine!

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“Put the gun down”

Your husband's eyes locked with yours. He had a face you couldn’t quite decipher; as if he was surprised but glad that you were there, but at the same time, fear crossed his gaze. The metal in your hands felt cold and wrong. It wasn’t the first time you held a gun, but it was the first time you were attempting to use it to hurt someone.

“(Y/n)…” His voice. That familiar voice. The voice that used to calm you down whenever you were about to cry. The voice from whom you heard the best bits of advice. The same voice that you thought you were gonna hear forever.

‘Cause he was supposed to be your family. He was supposed to be there for you, he was supposed to protect you and never hurt you.

But he was there… with a gun in hand aiming at your husband. But it was like he was aiming at you.

“Ezekiel… put the gun down,” you said again. Your voice almost trembled and that only made you angrier. Ez was in your house about to kill your husband and he looked relaxed. He seemed so calm even though he was there to hurt you. He didn’t seem nervous, or afraid “Put the gun fucking down!”

The gun touched the back of his head when you took a step closer to him. Ez put his hand down. His gun now facing the floor as he slowly started turning to you.

“What are you doing?” Ez asked you once he was facing you.

“I’m doing what you should have done when Angel asked you to stop this bullshit. I’m protecting my family” you told him, stepping back without lowering your hands “Drop it”

Ez didn’t do it “I’m your family”

“No” you shook your head “Miguel is my family. My son is my family… you’re not, at least not anymore”

“So… this is how it ends?” Ez asked after a few seconds of silence. He was there. The same tanned skin, the same eyes, the same Ez. But not really. It was like, physically Ezekiel Reyes was standing in the living room of your house, but if you looked deeply into his eyes… the one standing in front of you was a stranger.

“You tell me” It was unbelievable. All of it. One day you two were playing in the Reyes’ backyard and now you’re both with the chance of ending each other’s lives in your hands “Drop the gun, Ez”

“I feel like I don’t know you”

“You do” You looked at Miguel who seemed alerted and then looked at the gun Ez was holding. His hold became firmer and you knew in that moment he wasn’t going to back down “I always lived to serve my family, you know that”

“I don’t know you”

“It’s me the one that should be saying that” Your eyes filled with tears. It was him or you, there was no point in thinking there was another ending “Drop the gun” your voice came out as a whisper.

“I never stopped seeing you as my sister, you know?”

Your hold weakened and he took that moment to aim at you. Everything happened pretty fast; his arm going up, your finger in the trigger, your body jerking back with the recoil of your gun. When you realized what had happened, Ez’s body was on the floor, a big red mark around him.

You killed your best friend.

“Hey” You heard Miguel’s voice but you couldn’t look away from what you had done, so he took your chin and made you look at him.

“He was going to kill you” was the first thing you said. You felt tears in your cheeks not knowing when you started weeping “He was going to get kill everyone in the club, he was going to kill me…”

“I wouldn’t let that happen” he assured you “We’re you and I against it all, remember?”

You couldn’t nod ‘cause your crying didn’t let you. Your body started to shake as Miguel held you close. You buried your face on his chest, the blood on your face marked his shirt but he just held you tighter, as he could take all your pain to his own body.

“I want you to talk to me” Miguel whispered later that night. Your head on his chest, you could feel your hair a little wet still from the shower “Whenever you want or need to, okay?” His lips touched your head and that made you tear up again “’Cause I got you”

“I got you, too”

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#mayans mc #miguel galindo #sons of anarchy #mayans mc x reader #miguel galindo x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans fx #mayans mc fanfiction #miguel galindo imagine

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sogoodtoheritsvicious · 1 year

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Hi and for the love of God hello 👋🏼 after going back and forth i’ve decided to try my hand at writing for the mayans boys and the sons we all know and love! Please feel free to hit up my ask box <3

Requests: Open

who i write for:

- Mayans MC

• Angel Reyes

• Ez Reyes

• Coco Cruz

• Nestor Oceteva

• Neron “Creeper” Vargas

• Bishop Losa

• Hank Loza

• Gilly Lopez

• Michael “Riz” Ariza

- Sons Of Anarchy

• Jax Teller

• Juice Ortiz

• Opie Winston

• Happy Lowman

• Herman Kozik

• Filip “Chibs” Telford

• Alexander “Tig” Trager

What i take requests for:

• Headcanons

• Preferences

• Would includes

• Most likely to’s

What i don’t take requests for:

• Smut

• Self harm of any kind - talking about the reader having a mental illness is fine but i’m not comfortable writing about them harming themselves

• Reader being related to any of the characters

• Toxic relationships - We’re all about healthy, loving relationships in this house!

any gifs used are not mine!

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remuslupinsdaughter · 3 months

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New Masterlist

Here’s where you’ll find everything I’ve written 🙂

Marvel

Natasha Romanoff

The winterwidows child

Bucky Barnes

The winterwidows child

Frank castle

Protect her

Part one part two part three part four

Criminal minds

Miss momma

Will LaMontagne Jr

Miss momma

Derek Morgan

Suspended

Hospital stays and side effects

Aaron Hotchner

All too much

Hiding from school

Sons of anarchy

Protection

Part one part two part three

Happy Lowmann

Harley Lowmann

Part one Part two

Bloody hands

Mayans M.C.

Angel Reyes

Daddy’s girl

Harry Potter

Remus Lupin

Scared me

Nightmares

Under the weather

Not good enough

Dad Remus headcannons

Christmas

Scared of the bad man

Sirius Black

Nightmares

As long as you need

Scared of the bad man

The Walking Dead

Negan

Scraped knees and kisses better

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

Molly Shelby

Part one Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

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ravennaortiz · 6 months

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Revenge

Summary: Little SOA/Mayans mashup. Angst, character death. Featuring OC Cori Lowman.

The silence in the house was deafening to Happy as he sat in his armchair across from his couch where his daughter Cori and two Mayans sat. What had started as a normal Sunday dinner for the two of them had turned into a deadly standoff. This situation right here was the direct result of being reckless in his early years as a killer for hire. Thinking he knew everything and was invincible that the past would never catch up with him. Happy was so lost in his own thoughts he almost didn't hear the roar of the motorcycle pull up. He closed his eyes as he heard the doorbell and the sound of Cori's strangled sob.

"Stay in here" ordered Angel to his younger brother EZ as he stood up to go and get the door. "Don't do anything stupid" he added before walking out of the room. The night was not going as planned and they couldn't afford a fuck up. Angel knew EZ was pissed at the trade the were making but he wouldn't be able to live with himself if they killed the girl. He believed no matter what a man did no woman in his life should have to pay for his sins. "You Juice?" he called through the door observing the other man through the door. He fit the description Happy had given and surprisingly had followed directions. "Yep" replied Juice as the door opened and he stepped in keeping his hands by his head as the tall Mayan shut the door.

"Sorry you got dragged into this mess. Your girl hasn't been hurt like Happy told you on the phone. My brother and I's beef is with her dad." stated Angel as he gestured with his gun for Juice to head to the living room. "Thanks I guess for being a decent human" replied Juice as they made there way to the living room. Angel sighed but bit his tongue on any response.

"Could we have a few moments to say goodbye" asked Happy quietly as he watched Juice make his way to Cori to comfort her. "No you-" started EZ his temper flaring before Angel cut him off. "Of course. We will wait in the hall give ya some privacy" replied Angel as he jerked his head at EZ to leave the room. "I really am sorry your daughter was here tonight. If we had known you had a kid we would have done some better surveillance" stated Angel before heading out. Happy nodded before he went over to join the other two on the couch.

"We should have just killed them. You really think she wont talk, wont get the SONS to track us down?" whispered EZ angrily as he shoved Angel. "You need to calm down little brother. Anger makes you make stupid decisions." snapped Angel as he pushed EZ into the wall and held him there. "That girl has nothing to do with the situation. She knows how the MC works and honestly I think if she decide she wanted revenge for what is to come tonight she will do it on her own." replied Angel after a moment once EZ had calmed some. "Just because someone is your enemy doesn't mean you have to treat them badly" he added.

*A few moments later*

Cori sat silently crying as Juice held her on the couch. Her dad had been walked out by the younger Mayan while the other stood in the doorway. Cori felt Juice tense as the Mayan came back towards them. "Relax, my word is good" stated the Mayan as he put his gun away and knelt in front of Cori. "I know this is hard to believe but I truly am sorry about this. You have my word your dads death will be quick and he will be buried properly. You also have my word you will be safe. If you ever need anything and cant get a hold of a SON you can call me and I'll make it happen" stated Angel as he handed a folded piece of paper to Cori before patting her knee and heading out of the house.

*Thanks for reading! Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!*

#sons of anarchy #ravennasmasterlist #juice ortiz #soa fanfiction #ravennasoc #mayans fx #mayans mc fanfiction #happy lowman #happy lowman fanfiction #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes #ez reyes

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mysoulisasunflower · 1 year

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"The Reaper Have Been Landed"

Mayans MC | 1.1 "Perro/Oc"

#les packer #bishop losa #obispo losa #robert patrick #michael irby #mayans mc #mayans fx #sons of anarchy #mayans #gif #my post

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clogginbloggingoggin · 4 months

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so um... i did a thing...

decided to do a bunch of walton dedicated playlists on my personal spotify. i also did one for billy crash and skinny man, but i can only put 10 in one post. will do more when i watch more of his content and as he has more roles.

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juicesgf · 2 months

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#sons of anarchy #tv #tv shows #game of thrones #big time rush #supernatural #the summer i turned pretty #the walking dead #mayans mc #mayans fx #greys anatomy #on my block

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synintheraven · 5 months

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Another hot blonde and old enough to be my father 🤪

[get a copy] or [see hq in portfolio]

#Jax Teller #Charlie hunnam #Soa #Sons of anarchy #Jackson Teller #art #fanart #fanart Friday #fx #drawing #pen drawing #pen art #artist on tumblr

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sad-trash-hobo · 1 year

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Quick someone make a gifset of the similarities between Jax Teller and Franklin Saint and how their main goal in life was to never be their dads, and then for them to both end up just like them 🥲🥲🥲

#jax's dad driving into a semi because he was so guilty and done with his life #jax driving into a semi on the same bike as his dad. for the same reasons #franklins dad losing his purpose after a good life and being a homeless drunk #franklin losing his purpose and goals and becoming a homeless drunk #im in so much pain #fx snowfall #snowfall #fx snowfall spoilers #fx snowfall series finale #franklin saint #jax teller #sons of anarchy #fx sons of anarchy #damson idris #charlie hunnam

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dallianceangel · 16 days

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𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐨 💔😭

Here’s another drabble for you, a sad one at that. 💔

💔 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 💔

“It’s him, isn’t it?” Angel asks, feeling physically sick. He knew you and him had reached the end of the road ages ago, but he never imagined the man you’d leave him for would be a fellow Mayan.

“Yes,” you reply, warm tears streaming down your face.

You’re expecting Angel to launch at him, but all he does is turn around and storm out of the clubhouse.

“He’ll never forgive us,” You sigh, hearing him start up his bike before riding away.

Bishop pulls you closer towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head against yours.

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 2 months

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I’m a couple of hours into “Red Dead Redemption 2”. Honestly, if this game were set in modern day, it’d be the “Sons of Anarchy” game adaptation that was never made. Instead of horses, it’s motorcycles.

I’m sensing a lot of Clay Morrow-Dutch Van der Linde parallels. Also, John and Abigail being Jax and Tara (although John actually followed through on his attempt to leave the “life” based on the 1st game). Arthur, to me, is like if Chibs was the main character.

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queenquinzel715 · 1 year

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1. Abel Teller 18+

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Abel Teller 18+

Y/n P.O.V

When I first became friends with Abel and Thomas people told me they'd get me hurt, but I obviously didn't listen. We grew up together, running around the compound, and causing trouble. When my parents died the club took me in, and I have the biggest family I could ever imagine. The only time things got hectic is when this cop would come around asking questions, and would only pissed people off. Like when they told Thomas the truth about Tara, and then told Abel he almost died because of Wendy. They both went to the cabin, Thomas came back after four months, but Abel stayed for almost a year. When he came back he told the club he wanted to join, but they didn't take him seriously. It wasn't until yesterday when Jax and Abel got into a fight about him being a prospect.

"I've seen everything you do anyways. What's the problem?"Abel argues.

"Because there's deeper shit you have no idea about!'' Jax yells back.

"I can handle it. I've survived this far." Abel just shrugs as he sits his beer down.

"I knew I should've made your mother take you away, but no she wanted you to be here in Charming." Jax sighs. "You can't join the club, and be okay later. It eats away at you. I've tried for so long to get this club in order, but you can't stop a train wreck." Jax shakes his head as he walks into their meeting room.

The bar is quiet until Abel slammed the door behind him, and they went back to what they were doing. I look at the door, thinking how Jax could be right, and how much pain I've seen the ol ladies go through. Abel won't listen though, he's always had a timer even when we were kids, and he beat up this boy for making a constant noise. Thomas sitting across from me takes me out of my mind. Now Thomas is different, he's more of the quiet, shy guy, but like they say you have to watch those quiet ones. Thomas learned a lot from Happy, so I could only imagine what he can actually do.

"Can you go calm him down? I can't deal with him today." He asks.

I nod, drinking the last of my beer, before walking outside. By the slamming of metal it didn't take long to figure out where he was, so I headed toward the garage. He was crouched by his bike, mumbling under his breath, and throwing tools around.

"Abel." I softly say as I shut the door.

"What (y/n)?" He doesn't turn from his bike.

"I just wanted to check on you." I tell him as I mess with a wrench on his table.

"Yes, sure. Thomas told you to come out here, and honestly I wish you wouldn't." He grumbles.

"I wanted to check on you before he even said a word to me, and if you're going to be an ass I won't check on you." I snip at him. "I hope you lose a lug nut." I curse him as I turn away.

He grabs my wrist before I could walk away, pulls me down so he is sitting on the ground with me sitting sideways on his lap. I can never breathe when he is this close to me.

"I'm not trying to be an ass to you." His hand rubs my thigh. "I just want them to leave me alone, and let me make my own choices." He rants.

"What if he's right, Abel?" I lean my head against his chest. "What if something happens to you?"

"I'm not saying nothing will happen. I'm saying I'm not running in fear of what could happen." He leans his chin against the top of my head.

"If this is seriously what you want then I'll be there whenever you need me." I softly say.

I feel a hand hold onto my side as the hand on my thigh moves my face up, so I'm looking up at him.

"I'll always need you." He kisses me softly.

His stubble burns my face as our kiss turns deeper, and his fist tightens in my hair. The hand on my thigh slides up to the dip of my waist. We pull back just a bit, enough I can feel his tongue wet his bottom lip. Talking in the yard has us pulling away, and he helps me stand. I stop him when he goes to mess with his tools again.

"Please be careful." I beg as I walk out.

When I walk outside Jax and Thomas are standing next to their bikes. I just go back to the bar, and just leave as people come in for the club party.

Abel's P.O.V.

I lit a cigarette as I watched her get into her car, and drive out the lot. I knew she wanted to tell me not to join, like everyone else, but she would never tell me to not do something. As I walk toward Thomas my dad comes out of the bar, and toward us.

"I'm joining." I tell them before I walk away. "Oh, and don't use her against me anymore." I yell over my shoulder as I go into the bar.

Over the next six months I'm put through the most stupid bullshit, and I do it to prove my point. I haven't seen (y/n) lately, that's on me for working so much, but I think it's my dad seeing if he could push my buttons enough. The only time we really have time together is at night when everyone is asleep.

Right now I'm at her apartment, everyone was busy doing their own thing, so I snuck over here. As soon as I walked through the door she asked if I was hungry, for her cooking always.

"How are things going?" She asks, turning the stove off.

"It's going. I think I'm getting more work than usual." I grumble.

She walks to stand in between my legs as she giggles at my grump face, she says it reminds her of one of those wrinkly dogs. My hands rested on her hips to get her to stand perfectly still, so I could rest my forehead on her stomach.

"You're just grumpy, because it's been four days." She laughs when I snap my head up.

"That's too long." I place her on top of the table.

The smile on her face has me dropping to my knees pulling her pj shorts off, and pulling her closer to the edge of the table. Her hands grip in my hair as I kiss up her thigh.

(Y/n) P.O.V.

I love how he kisses my body before he actually touches me, but he knows I hate it when he teases me.

"Abel please." He just chuckles at my frustrated moan.

"I know, baby. I'll get there." He talks softly, making me relax.

I almost come off the table when he finally connects his tongue to my clit, and gives a hard lick. His tongue moves over my opening, and he has to hold me down from moving so much. I couldn't hold back my release when he locked eyes with me, and gripped my leg to his shoulder. He stands over me with my legs on his shoulders. He kisses me deeply as he enters me, and lets me get comfortable. We both have to pull back to moan when he starts to move.

"Abel...you…please." My head arches back against the table when he somehow understands me, and rams into me quickly.

The grip he has on my hips is so hard I just know I'm going to get bruises, but I wouldn't dare tell him to stop. He pounds into me so hard the table scratches the floor. I just grip the end of the table, and lean back on the cool table. He moves a hand up my body, through my chest, to my throat with a hard grip as he uses my body for his own pleasure.

"God look at you." He groans as I grip his wrist to push harder on my throat. "I love when you let me take you." He leans his head against my thigh as he groans."I could stay inside you all day baby."

My eyes roll back as my body feels like it's floating over us just watching him pound into me, and bite my thigh. I couldn't slow down my release as it hits me like a train, but he doesn't stop. He has my legs completely pushed against my chest as he moves in and out of me. I wrap an arm around my knees to hold them still as he spanks the back of my thighs.

"Fuck!"

"Abel!" We moan together as he releases.

My legs fall to his waist as his head falls to my chest, and with him still inside of me he carries me to my room. I kiss along his neck and shoulder as I feel him get hard again. Just as he lays me down on the bed his phone rings, and he grumbles in my chest.

"God damn it. Baby I'm so sorry." He kisses my forehead. "I have to go." He pulls away.

"I understand, just come back." I smiled up at him.

He gets our clothes, and as he is getting dressed he kisses me hard. I giggle as I fall back from how hard his kiss is, but his phone ringing again stops him. He grabs his phone as he rushes to put the rest of his clothes. I could tell it's Jax when he answers, because he's completely distracted. I am pulling clothes out of my dresser when I'm spun around, and kissed against the dresser. He smirks at me as he walks out.

"Dad, I'm standing in front of my bike now." I heard as the front door shut.

Six months later

Abel's been a prospect for a year now, and he's finally being patched in tonight. Obviously he doesn't know, because they have parties every Friday. When he walks in I'm serving drinks, and he comes behind me, grabbing my ass.

"I won't get too drunk tonight." He says into my neck.

"Yea right." I laugh at him, knowing the truth.

He's about to give me a mouthy answer, Jax calls him into church, and after a quick glance at me he goes into the room. When the doors open about thirty minutes later my stomach is swarmed with butterflies, but I calm down when they are pushing and laughing. Abel looks good in his new kutte, and he knows it. I look at Jax, leaning against the door, watching his son cheer with his brothers with regretful and proud eyes. I walk over to him, and give him a hug.

"You can't always protect him, Jax. He's going to do what he wants." I slightly laugh, hoping to lighten him up.

"Yea I know. He's definitely a Teller." He looks down at me. "At least he has you to keep him in line."

"EVERYONE! Hey, I have something to say!" Abel yells over everyone to quiet down. "Okay I just wanted to say was fuck all of you for what you did to me, and I know my ol lady would agree when I say I'm never taking this kutte off." He gets pulled around as they cheer with him.

When he said ol lady Jax looked at me, I was stuck looking at Abel. Ol lady? Who? Abel got through the crowd, smiling so wide at me. When he steps in front of me I just look at him.

"What? Aren't you happy?" He asks, very confused.

"Ol lady?" I cross my arms.

"Yes ol lady. I wasn't wasting my time with you.'' He pulls me to his chest. "I told you I'll always need you." He kisses me, only stopping because they guys make noises behind him.

A week after his patch in party I found out I was pregnant, and it first seemed like Abel wasn't excited about it. He just said alright, and then went to work on his bike. I didn't take it too well, which led to me going back to my apartment, but he came that night with a little baby onesie with the reaper on it. He said he was freaking out, scared he wouldn't be good for us, but I told him he was the best thing already. Grace, after Tara, was born and Abel was so much in love with her. Whenever she'd make a noise he'd look at her, or rush to check on her. When she first said Dada I thought he'd blow up.

I became pregnant with our son Conner "Little" when Grace was six. His nickname came from him being a premature baby, but sadly he had the family flaw. It took so much to get Abel to understand it wasn't his fault. Conner grew up to be just as strong as Abel. Abel became president after Conner's second birthday.

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shyanddreamy · 7 months

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You can't save everyone

Happy Lowman x Reader x Neron `Creeper´ Vargas | Part 2

Seeing the outside of the Mayans’ clubhouse instead of the Teller-Morrow workshop was strange. It was as strange as not recognising any of the voices you heard inside. Today was the third day since you arrived in Santo Padre, and everything felt odd yet. Nevertheless, the sensation was healing at the same time, if that made any sense at all. The creak of the door opening was the distraction you needed to take your mind off things.

“The bathroom guy”, you said as greeting.

“The bathroom chick”, he responded. “What are you doing outside?”

“I don’t want to bother you”, you replied. “You have done enough inviting me here. And offering me a beer.”

“There are just a bunch of drunks inside telling stupid stories and laughing out loud. You won’t bother anyone with your presence.”

“So, this is not a plan to know if I’m some kind of spy or something like that?”, you asked him. “I've noticed you had been following me”.

“You’re so perceptive”, he acknowledged. “We needed to be sure of your intentions. Not every day Happy leaves his Old Lady here”.

“I’m not his Old Lady”, you answered back. “Happy is just… somebody I can trust. And I’m not interested in your club or your business at all. I was just sightseeing.”

“Yeah, we know”, he nodded. “You’ve made us ride all over the damn city.”

You laughed slightly and took a sip of your beer.

“It’s a nice place”.

“It is. Where are you staying?”

“In a shitty motel”, you said. “Everything except that place is nice.”

It was his turn to laugh, but the sound of breaking glass inside caught your attention for a few seconds. Probably, it would be just some beer or bottle.

“May I?”, he asked you, referring to the wooden bench you were sitting on.

“A biker with manners. Santo Padre continues surprising me”, you added ironically as he shook his head and sat next to you.

“I was trying to impress you.”

“I’m gonna need something more to be impressed”, you replied. “I like bathroom guy, but is there any other name?

“Creeper. You?”.

“Y/N. Is real name or club’s name?”

“Nickname”, he said. “Maybe one day you’re lucky enough to know the real one.”

“So mysterious. I’ll wait till that day.”

Without much more to add, you took another sip of your beer while Creeper made himself comfortable on the bench. Some time ago, having a conversation like that with a Mayan would have been impossible, but now that there was peace between them and the Sons, you didn’t feel threatened at all.

“Don’t you want to come back inside?”

“I’m tired”, he said.

“Are you really that old?”, you mocked.

“I mean, like, physically tired”, he rectified, rubbing his left shoulder. “It’s recent. Still hurts sometimes.”

“What was?”

“A bullet”, he simply said. You didn’t need to know more details either. “Anyway, I think I’ll call it a night. I could give you a ride to your shitty motel.”

“And once there are you gonna ask me if you can come in?”

“It’s an invitation?”, he asked back.

“You wish”, you smirked. “But I’m gonna accept your first offer.”

The motel wasn’t that far from the city centre, but the club was far from everything. Adding that it was late, you couldn’t refuse his proposition. You got on Creeper’s bike behind him, unsure of where to put your hands. Inevitably, Happy came to your mind. You didn’t have any hesitation in embrace him every time he took you for a ride, but this was different.

“I’m not gonna bit you”, Creeper told you.

“You won’t?”

“I won’t.”

You smiled again and, this time, you put your arms around his waist. Seconds later, Creeper started the engine. You liked him. He was nice and you had enjoyed your short conversation. Maybe it was because you hadn’t spoken to almost anyone for the last three days, but you were still pleased.

“You were right. This is a shitty motel”, Creeper said after stopping the bike in front of your destination.

“And it’s even worst inside.”

“Is this a second invitation? You are relentless, Y/N”.

“I think you are the only suggesting it all the time”, you replied, trying to hold back a smile. “But if you want it that bad, maybe you can come inside for a beer”.

“I don’t drink. I’m on the wagon”, he said, which actually was pretty surprising for you. All the bikers you knew were fucking alcoholics. “Maybe some coffee?”

“Do you really think I have a coffee machine in there?”

“Fine. A glass of water. It’s my last offer.”

“Done.”

The room had an old simple bed, a table with two weak chairs, a mini fridge, and a small bathroom. That was most of its furniture.

“This is full of shit. They should pay you for sleep in here.”

“Of course, keep laughing. I would love to see the palace where you live.”

“Now you are inviting yourself to my house?”, he asked, ironically. “You go too fast, Y/N.”

“Fuck you”, you said while throwing him a bottle of water from the mini fridge and then sitting in the vacant chair. “Do you mind if I drink? Or it’s uncomfortable for you?”

“I’m not used to that question. But it’s okay. I don’t mind”, he said, so you opened your beer and took a sip.

“Why did you quit drinking? If I may ask”.

“I had no self-control. And I didn’t like the person alcohol was turning me into. So, I quit”, he explained. “I still go to the meetings anyways. It helps me”.

“That’s brave”, you acknowledged. “But I know you are strong enough to stand your ground.”

“You don’t know me at all.”

“But I have great intuition”, you told him. “And maybe you have already impressed me.”

Your words made him smile. And you liked that smile Creeper somehow tried to hide. It seemed completely genuine. However, you felt like changing the subject to a less profound one.

“You always do this with the girls you wanna hook up with?”, you asked him, shameless. “You know, take them home, talk that much…”

“How are you so sure I want to fuck you?”

“Intuition. Again”.

“So, if you knew my intentions, why did you let me in?”

“I was curious about what your next move could be.”

By his gaze and his sly smile, you knew he had taken it as a challenge. You were even more sure when he stood up and positioned himself in front of you. Suddenly, he grabbed you by the forearms to put you on your feet too.

“It’s a good move?”

“It could be worst”, you replied, attempting to goad him.

Abruptly, Creeper grabbed you by the bum and put you on the table. That way he could place himself between your legs while just a few inches separated your faces. Instead of kissing you, which was what you were expecting, he chose to brush his lips against your ear.

“I've taken you home because I’m a nice guy. And I've talked that much because I've really enjoyed our conversation”, he muttered in a deeper voice than before. “But you're right, I want to fuck you. And I could do it right now, right here, but I'd break this table. And then the bed, too.”

“What are you suggesting?”, was the only thing you could say. You had to admit that this was a really good move. It was that good that you were breathless.

“Get out of here. Take you to my place.”

“I’d like that”.

“I know, babe.”

When you were on his bike this time, you put your hands around him and under his kutt, trying to feel his body over his t-shirt. You didn’t imagine the night would end like this, but you didn’t regret it either. At least not yet.

Creeper’s house was nice. And everything was tidy, something not all the MC members could say about his home. You barely exchanged a few sentences before he reached out to you. And after a few seconds, you took his hand. Now you were close enough to finally kiss each other. His lips movement was slow and sweet, so it was his touch, but it was a mutual decision to speed up. When Creeper put his hands on your bottom and lifted you off the ground, you put your legs around his waist. That way, it was quite easy for him to carry you to his dorm.

Between kisses and caresses, you took off your clothes until both of you were completely naked on the sheets.

“You were right”, you said. “You’re place is better”.

“I’m glad you accepted my offer”, he responded while slowly rubbing his dick against your entrance. You couldn’t help but bit your lower lip aware of what was going to happen. And once he was finally inside, it was impossible for you to hold back a moan.

You couldn’t say whether you preferred it rough or soft because that was bullshit. The most important thing was that it felt good. And Creeper made clear he knew what he was doing. And you were pretty sure of yourself, too.

Between the things you had learnt living among bikers, it was the fact that some of them looked like merciless criminals but were actually beautiful people, while others looked like honest men but were fucking pricks. Creeper was in the first group. He talked during sex and not only to say dirty things but to ask if you were good and how did you like it more. His hands caressed your body sweetly but firmly at the same time and he made sure that you got your orgasm too. Definitely, he was a great shag.

After a few minutes to catch your breaths, still naked and lying on the bed, Creeper offered you a cigarette.

“I’m Neron, by the way.”

“So, you wait till the after sex to confess your real name?”, you asked, ironically.

“Shut the fuck up”, he smirked. “Do you want to stay for the night?”

“I’m not used to this.”

“To fuck a guy you barely know?”

“To sleep with them after sex”, you pointed out.

“We don’t have to sleep cuddled together. And I’m not gonna make you my wife tomorrow morning”, he said. “I just think this is better than your shitty motel. But it’s your choice. Do as you want, babe.”

You didn’t want to come back to your motel room at all. But it was strange to sleep with someone that wasn’t Happy. As he hooked up with other chicks, you did it too with other guys when you felt like that. But neither of you ever slept with them. The thing was, Happy wasn’t there. And you wanted to stop thinking about him and start thinking about what you really wanted.

“Okay. I’ll stay tonight.”

You weren’t expecting that. When you first moved to Santo Padre to have some time for yourself, you weren’t looking for another tattooed good-looking biker with a kutt to replace Happy. And yet you were in Creeper’s place, spending another night with him.

After your first time, he gave you his phone number arguing that you might want to give him a call while you were in Santo Padre. And after a month in the town, you actually did it quite a lot. Creeper was such a nice guy and he wasn’t only available to bang, but also to have dinner, take a coffee or give you a ride. Anyway, it was with him with who you spend the time, not with his entire club. You weren’t part of the Mayans and definitely it was better not to spread the rumour that a SAMCRO’s chick was hanging out with Mayans now.

Creeper’s eyes were on you as your fingertips outlined his tattoos, but your mind was somewhere else. A chest covered in ink was familiar to you, but at the same time it was completely strange. You knew by heart every single tattoo Happy had on his body and now you were afraid of not being able to touch them again.

“These scar tattoos look so real.”

“It still surprises me how fucking funny you are”, he responded, ironically, making you smile.

“How is your shoulder?”

“Better every day”.

“I’m glad”, you said before laying your head on his chest and taking a deep breath. You felt his hand caress your bared back and you made yourself more comfortable on his bed. “Do you ever think about this life? If any of this makes sense?”

“What do you mean?”

“I came here running away from this life. It hurt to stay, but not being there hurts even more”, you confessed. “I realized I can’t stay away from it. I don’t want to stay away.”

“It’s a fuck-up life, but this kutt is the best ever happened to me. Everything I ever wanted”, Creeper said. You loved that about him. The fact that, if you gave him the opportunity, he was able to share a great amount of deep thoughts. “My brothers, they are my family, and I’d do anything for them no matter what.”

“I live, I die, I kill for my club”, you mumbled.

“What is that?”

“A tattoo.”

“Haven't seen it.”

“It's not mine. It's someone else's.”

“Your man's, right?”, he asked. “The man you love.”

“How do you know that I…?”

“I’m a good listener. And a good observer too”, he answered. “And you talk about Happy more than you think.”

Suddenly, your face was deadly serious, and a slight feeling of sadness had grown inside your chest.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”, he questioned. “I knew since almost the beginning what this was, as I knew you were good with it too. And sex had been great, but I also enjoyed our conversations. Being able to talk to someone feels good.”

“I know. It’s been good for me too.”

Despite not feeling as bad as a few moments ago, you weren’t in the mood to lay naked on Creeper’s chest anymore, so you opted for sit cross-legged while covering yourself with the sheets.

“I’m not sure what’s the matter between you two, but all men I know on this side just want to stay close to his brothers and have a good Old Lady to come back to every night.”

“Not all men”, you pointed out.

“Bullshit”, he growled. “Even those who think they don’t, they do. The hoes and the booze are great, but we all need someone who cares about us. Someone to put some light in the middle of the darkness.”

“That’s what you want?”, you asked him. And surprisingly, Creeper had no misgivings before answering.

“Hell yeah”, he said. “When the time comes. I’m in no hurry.”

You smiled at him slightly, taking your hand to his cheek and caressing it gently.

“You’ll do”, you assured him. “You are one of the good ones, Neron.”

Creeper smirked and enjoyed your sweet attention for a few moments more before changing the topic again.

“So? What are you gonna do?”

You thought the answer carefully. Deep in your heart you knew what the correct decision was, and most important, you knew what you really wanted to do. The time for reflection was over, and the moment to face the truth and make decisions had arrived.

“I may go home”, you said. “I need to solve it, whatever the end.”

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