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imagininghim · 11 months

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Drunk Dialling

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

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~~ Flashback ~~

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

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

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

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

~~ End of flashback ~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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theycallmequeenie · 11 months

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Angel Reyes x Y/N

MasterList

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part Four:

A/N: Again, I just want to say that I am not Latinx and am completely winging this and in no way trying to disrespect anyone or anything in the Latinx culture. If I do get something wrong, please tell me and I will fix it right away. Now onto the next part of the story…

Things you should know about this part: Y/E/C = Your eye color. Also, we are pretending that bishop didn’t have a kid that he lost previously. Strong langue is used just a heads up on that.

That night Angel met his brothers in Templo and briefed them all on Y/N’s condition and what she and his pop’s had told them about what had happened and Coco and Gilly both agreed that they would start the recon work to try and find the guy that almost killed Y/N.

Bishop was at the head of the table and was clearly still angry that they had almost lost someone he had viewed as a daughter. This whole situation made him feel a level of fear he hadn’t in a long time. A fear he had thought he had buried. His life he had to bury all any and all emotions besides anger to survive in that world. This dredged all those emotions to the surface, and he was having a hard time concealing them and everyone was starting to notice. Bishop decided to end the gathering at this point and slammed the gavel adjourning them, asking Angel to stay behind for a talk.

Agreeing angel move closer to his Presidente speaking first, “Bish, I know this situation is bad, but she told me to come back here ant update you guys. She knew everyone would be worried about her and that I should be here because all she was going to be doing was sleeping. I did stay until she drifted off again…”

Angel had finally paused to take a breath when Bishop finally spoke up, “She told you to be here right? So, you are finally going to listen to her then?! We almost lost that girl! You understand that right?! That perfect, amazing, wonderful, Y/E/C eyed girl almost died thinking you stopped loving her and that she wasn’t welcome in this clubhouse. Or around her found family because of your bullshit! That changes now, understand?!”

Bishop was yelling at this point and Angel couldn’t blame him. He knew how awful he had been because of his jealousy, and he knew everyone knew that was what drove Y/N away. “Bish I never meant to push her away like that, I was afraid one of the guys or even you would take her from me. She was getting so close with everyone…” Angel was beating himself up over it now. He knew how ridiculous he was being then and how ridiculous he sounded now.

Bishop took this as his opportunity to really lay into Angel because he was so blinded by jealousy his couldn’t see the way things really were between everyone and Y/N, “You stupid son of a bitch! You’re seriously going to try that shit with me? You know how she looks at the rest of us? Like brothers! And they all love her like a little sister. And hell, she’s like a daughter to me.’’

Bishop slammed his fist on the table instead of into Angel’s face like he desperately wanted to, he was frustrated at the entire mess they were in. He sighed and tried to calm himself. Standing, he looked to Angel, “Now I’m going to go and sit with our girl so that she isn’t in that hospital room by herself. You go have your fun with the guys.”

With that he stomped out past Angel and out to his bike, starting it up and speeding off to Y/N’s bedside. Angel walked out of Templo and looked at the guys, who were all looking at him with an expression of ‘you screwed up big and every word Bishop said was right.’ No one needed to actually say it; however, it hung in the air like cigarette smoke.

Bishop arrived at the hospital and after some bribery, he made his way into Y/N’s room sitting down in the chair that Angel had previously occupied. He sat next to her and held her hand gently. He watched her happy that she was on the upswing and that, after quite a bit of healing and down time, she would be okay. He stayed all night, awake, and watching her ready to jump and run for a nurse at any sign of movement or distress. He couldn’t help the smile and tears that pricked his dark eyes when she opened hers and offered him a weak smile and greeted him with a soft ‘Hey you”.

He was grinning ear to ear and wiping the corners of his eyes as he spoke to her, “Hey Sweetheart. You scared the hell out of us.” He spoke quietly and brushed the hair out of her eyes. He was so stern and stoic all the time around everyone but her. With Y/n he could be real instead of the hardened soul he had become from years of the club and club business.

She smiled sadly back and apologized to him, “I’m sorry Bishop. But thank goodness for Coco. The nurses say if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t still be on this side of the dirt. Sure, am glad he’s got the training he has.”

Bishop nodded in agreement to Y/n’s words. He knew all too well if they hadn’t had Coco there, she’d be gone. A thought he did his best to shake out of his head. He gave a dry laugh, “Yeah, that’s a phrase uttered frequently…” He trailed off knowing she never cared for the way he’d harass Coco and the guys, and he didn’t want to upset her, not now.

After giving him a look noticing him trail off, she squeezed his hand, “They are moving me to a regular room today, if all goes to plan that is…” Y/n now trialed off knowing all too well that things could change in a heartbeat.

Bishop knew it too. He did his best to deflect and keep the subject light. He didn’t want her stressing over too much. Before he could change the subject though Y/n spoke again.

“Bishop, any word on who did this yet? I know it’s a little soon but…’’ She looked slightly hopeful that her boys had come through but when Bishop shook his head her heart sank slightly. He did tell her that Coco and Gilly were on it. This made her feel better knowing that those two wouldn’t sleep until they had found the shooter.

A nurse had come into the room and started taking Y/n’s vitals and doing other things that needed done asking what the relation was to the man in the room and Bishop spoke up before Y/n could saying that she was his daughter. Which caused Y/n to cry because that was something that had never been discussed between them it was just assumed that was the dynamic they had.

Y/n had never had a dad in her life, she barely had a mom. She had thought that Phillipe would be the only one to end up becoming a ‘bonus dad’ to her but Bishop also ended up in that role and to hear him say that proudly to the nurse was something she hadn’t expected from him.

The nurse started checking information and begave to try to question his statement only for Y/n to shut her down with a simple “I was adopted, and it was decided I was to keep my last name.” This seemed to satisfy the nurse and the subject was promptly dropped. The nurse said that the doctor would be in shortly to make the decision about moving her to a regular room.

The doctor came into the room about twenty minutes after the nurse had left and checked Y/n over and informed her that she was indeed well enough to be moved to a regular room and would most likely be sent home in another day or so but wouldn’t be able to be by herself for at least a week after.

Bishop told the doctor not to be worried about that, she would be with at least one person around the clock between his club and her boyfriend father she wasn’t being left out of anyone’s sight for quite some time. Most likely well beyond that week, which prompted both the doctor and Bishop to chuckle.

As the doctor started going over the things that would be necessary after she was sent home Bishop’s phone rang and he excused himself to take the call. Once he returned the Doctor finished up his speech and left. Bishop looked at Y/n and she knew.

Bishop spoke in s deadly serious tone, “That was Coco, they found him. Now here is the tricky part, who do you want to stay here with you while the rest of us go take care of this piece of shit?”

To Be Continued…

Part Five

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michaelirby · 11 months

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Ez Reyes in Mayans MC Season 5 Episode 1

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cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic · 2 years

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Characters: Coco Cruz

Pairing: Coco Cruz x Reader

Fandom: Coco Cruz, 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.) Slapping, Biting, Hair pulling, Unprotected sex (Not Proofread)

Word Count: 1911

A/N: You guys this is my first time writing for Coco. I love him so much. I wrote this and I’m still in shock at how filthy this is. I’m giving you guys quite the treat. Enjoy!

As I layed on my bed posing my body in provocative ways. I had one thing on my mind. My ex Coco Cruz. We had broken up a few months ago due to him never having time for me. All he ever did was ride around for that club all day, never telling me what he was doing and hiding things from me. I got fed up and ended things with him and as much as it hurt it was the best decision to make but now after all these months I craved him. I tried dating other men, they never gave me the same feeling he did. They didn’t satisfy me the way I needed to be satisfied, not the way he did. The way my ring light illuminated the room with dim lighting I knew all the curves of my body were going to drive him crazy. Once I felt I had enough photos I chose my top three and clicked his contact on my phone. As I waited for him to answer I began to think he was really done with me. Just as I was about to hang up I heard his voice on the other end.

“Hello?” He said in a confused tone.

Hearing his voice again made all my old memories of him come rushing back and I realized I missed him more than I thought.

“Hi Coco it’s (Y/N).”

He was silent for a moment clearing his throat before he spoke again.

“You need something?”

“No. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“About?” He asked in a cold tone that I wasn't used to hearing from him.

“I know we haven’t spoken to each other since we broke up -”

“You mean when you broke up with me?”

I let out a long sigh knowing he was right.

“Yes. Since I broke up with you but…um..” I suddenly lost some of the nerve I had built up to this point.

“Look (Y/N) do you actually have something to say to me or did you call me just to waste my time? Cuz I got things I could be doing right now.”

I took a deep breath and sent him the photos quickly before I could change my mind. I knew they would express what I couldn’t. I wore a lacy black teddy that left very little to the imagination with sheer black thigh highs and matching pumps that made my legs look incredible. I wore my hair down the way he liked it and I knew the third picture would be his favorite the way he had a clear view of my ass.

“Check your text messages.”

I could hear him take the phone away from his ear to see what I had sent him.

“I know we're not together anymore and I don’t expect anything from you but I’m so turned on right now thinking about the things we used to do. The way you used to make me feel and I need you right now.”

“You need me?”

“Yes I need you, I want you and I know you want me too. Tell me you don’t want to be inside me again?” I asked already knowing the answer.

“Are you home right now?”

“Yes.” I answered breathlessly. My hands already wandering over my body.

“I’m on my way.”

I heard the engine of his bike pulling into my driveway not long after that. I almost forgot he knew where my spare key was as he came in and made his way up the stairs. I had planned to meet him at the door but I got carried away making myself feel good as I waited for him. When he opened the door to my bedroom he paused for a second seeing me on the bed with my legs spread, eyes closed, my teddy pulled to the side and my fingers deep inside my pussy. I opened my eyes watching him walk over to the bed slowly. I almost came when he touched my ankle, sliding his hand gently up my leg to my thigh gripping it firmly.

“Damn you really do need me don’t you baby?”

All I could do was nod. He held my wrist pulling my fingers out of me and putting them in his mouth. Before I could think my body surged up from the bed my hands tangled in his hair as I pulled him into a passionate kiss. I felt like I was on fire. No one made me feel as good as he did and I knew he was going to give me everything I needed. He pushed me back down onto the bed grabbing my ankles and dragging me to the edge before kneeling in between my legs and pushing my knees to my chest. I gasped feeling his tongue lick along my slit. My eyes rolled back and I arched off the bed. He latched onto my sensitive clit sucking gently then licked me from top to bottom. I was a mess as he continued that same rhythm never stopping even when my thighs started closing. He put his hands under my knees holding me in place. I moaned his name, feeling my orgasm approaching. The vibrations I felt on my clit as he growled took me over the edge and I started to cum hard all over his face. He didn’t stop until I was quivering uncontrollably.

I yelped when he bit my inner thigh before standing up, undoing his pants pushing them and his boxers down until his dick sprang free. My eyes widened at the sight of him. He was hard and I had forgotten how big he was. He held his length stroking it a few times. I bit my lip seeing the precum leak from the tip.

“Look at you. Is this what you need, baby?” He asked, looking down at me.

“Yes please.” I begged

He rubbed his tip against my clit drawing a mewl out of me. I rolled my hips urging him to put it where we both wanted it. He lined himself up with my entrance and slid inside me slowly, letting me feel every inch of him. Once he was all the way in he stayed that way for a moment as if he were committing the feeling to his memory. When he was ready he began pumping in and out at a teasingly slow pace until I whined in frustration. He smirked mischievously.

“What’s the matter baby? This not enough for you? You want more?”

“I do.”

“Say it.”

“I want more.”

“You can do better than that. Beg for it.”

I moaned. He knew I loved when he made me beg.

“Please give me more Daddy. I need it.”

With that he hammered into me making me gasp as he placed my ankles on his shoulders. He held onto my legs while he fucked me and I didn’t know what to do with myself. He felt so good inside me,hitting all my spots over and over again.

“You like that querida? Tell me how it feels.” He said in between strokes.

I reached up and caressed his stomach. I needed to touch him. His hair started sticking to him as sweat started forming on his body. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“It feels soo good baby. Don’t stop, please!”

He groaned, feeling me clench around him. Everything he did was sexy to me. I felt the coil in my stomach getting tighter with every stroke.

“I know you wanna cum baby. I can feel it. Go ahead and cum on this dick you needed so badly.”

I came instantly. He knew exactly what to say to make my body obey him. I moaned his name as I came, making him growl. I layed there trying to compose myself when he picked me up and placed me in the center of the bed. I looked at him with a confused expression on my face.

“Oh you thought I was done with you? No baby. Roll over and put that ass in the air for me.”

I did as I was told.

“You know I had to have you like this when I saw that picture you sent. Look at this sexy ass.”

He growled and gave my ass a slap. I moaned, arching my back for him.

“Yes, please spank me Daddy.”

“I know you like that baby. You're gonna be a good girl for me and take this dick again right?”

“Yes Daddy.”

He gave my ass a few more slaps before he pushed back inside me all at once causing me to cry out in pleasure and pain. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, accompanied by our moans and groans. The grip he had on my hips was so tight I knew it would leave a mark but I didn’t care. I wanted him to mark me to make me his again. I bit the sheets needing something to quiet my screams of pleasure. It was almost too much for me.

“Fuck baby you’re trying to make me cum the way you’re moaning for me? Let me hear it.”

He put a hand on my back pushing further into the mattress as he pounded into me.

“This the best dick you ever had, baby?” He asked taking the sheet out of my mouth.

“Yes!”

“You ever gonna leave me again?”

“No!”

His hand left my back to grab a fistfull of my hair pulling my head back towards him. His other hand slapped my ass.

“Say it.” He growled.

I was barely able to form coherent words at this point. It was all too good. He was even deeper inside me in this position. It took all I had to give him an answer.

“No, I'll never leave you again Coco!” I moaned

“You wanna come again don’t you baby?” He asked looking down at me

A nod was all I could muster and he knew it.

“You feel so good baby. You’re so fucking tight and wet for me. I’m gonna cum inside you. Cum with me baby.”

My eyes rolled back as my orgasm slammed into me. My pussy clenched around his dick, milking him until he came. I felt him throb and pulse inside me as his cum filled me up. He growled as he came. He never stopped pumping into me until we were both spent collapsing onto the bed. He pulled me in close, spooning me for a long while before he spoke again.

“I know you said you had no expectations but that was amazing and I can’t… no I don’t wanna think about you with another man. So if it's okay with you we can try this thing again. I promise I’ll do better this time.”

I smiled, feeling my heart warm. I was thinking the same thing. It's like he read my mind.

“I did say I would never leave you again didn’t I?

He chuckled and gave my shoulder a kiss.

“You better not.”

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iamaslutforcoffee · 1 year

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Just Pretend

Chapter One:Princess of Santo Padre

"Curiosity often leads to trouble"

-Alice in Wonderland (1951)

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"¿Tienes algún plan hoy, niña?" (Do You have any plans today baby girl? ) My father asked as I helped him bring in my luggage to abuela's house and into the spare room.

I simply shook my head.

"No, other than going to lunch with Emily. You know she's going to have my head if I don't come meet her and Miguel's son" I replied, finishing off a tight dutch braid of my hair.

"¿Por qué? ¿El club me necesita?" (Why? Does the club need me?) I paused briefly.

He simply chuckled and came over to me, kissing the top of my head.

"tu dedicación a este club me hace pensar que eres miembro de este club" (Your dedication to this club makes me think you're apart of this club) he replied. I simply smiled and finished off the second braid.

"I'm going to head out, they need me in templo.. something about going to base town." He spoke, placing a kiss on my head and heading out the door.

I simply smiled and stood up, walking him to the door and making sure he put on his helmet when riding.

"You know, it's almost like you care about his safety more then me, Fleur" I heard from my best friend. I simply flipped him off.

"Angel, leave her alone. You and I both know she will gut you like a pig" my father spoke and I shook my head.

Its always these damn men.

As i finished getting ready for the day, my phone went off, noticing it was Emily I smiled and answered.

"If you're calling to ask me to babysit absolutely. I'll watch my god baby" I smiled, picking out the days outfit.

"I was actually calling to see if you wanted to have lunch. Miguel is busy doing some kind of work and I don't want to stay in the house with Dita.." Emily spoke, the irritation in her voice evident when she spoke of Dita.

"Emily.. I love you to death. But give me a break on the Dita thing. That's your mother in law..you have got to understand her side of things" I replied. I decided on a simple pair of leggings, a nice and flowy t shirt and a pair of converses. It was extremely hot today in Santo Padre, I wasn't going to try dying just because I wanted to look cute.

"Nicole.. I do understand her side. But she's just so... pushy. Its as if she wishes she was me instead of in her own position. " I could hear the frustration and decided just to bed it. I didn't want to deal with her anger.

"So, where for lunch?" I asked, grabbing my jacket and purse.

"Just here. If its okay, Nestor is picking you up on the way to Miguel."

I sighed. Nestor was Miguel's best friend, and he was merciless. A beautiful, but very troubled man. He was Miguel's right hand, and also his best friend.

As I went to go outside to my car Nestor was already there in the famous black escalade.

"Yeah, he's already here Em. I'll see you soon!" I smiled, hanging up.

I peered at Nestor, whom seemed to be as enthused with me as I was him.

"You gonna let me sit up front or am I still subjected to the back seat?" I asked. He stared me down, the dark orbs of his eyes peering back at me. He cracked a smile and shook his head.

"Always a pleasure, Fleur." He opened the passenger door and waited for me to get in.

" Don't call me that, Duendecillo" (gremlin) I climbed into my seat and put the seat belt on, not trusting his ability to drive. Nestor scoffed and rounded to the drivers side of the vehicle.

"You really ought to give him a chance, Nicole. Hes not that bad." I heard Miguel say from behind me.

"Jesucristo, Miguel. Tienes que dejar de hacerme esa mierda sabiendo muy bien que tengo un corazón débil." (Jesus christ, miguel. You have got to stop doing that shit to me knowing damn good and well I have a weak heart.)

Miguel laughed, shaking his head. Nestor got into the vehicle and put his sunglasses back on, pulling out of the driveway.

"And give him a chance for what? To teach me how to braid my own hair?" I turned in my seat to face my bestfriends husband. I started playing with the end of Nestor's braid, much to his disapproval. I smiled and yanked it a bit, just for him to turn his attention towards me and give me a look that would normally make me melt, but only added fuel to the fire.

"I can't wait to kill you" he simply spoke, and I sat back in my seat.

"First of all, you can't. Emily would have your head and bitch to Miguel which we both know won't go over well. Secondly, where the fuck are you driving? Did you braid your hair too tight because this isn't the way to the estate" I replied. It wasn't a lie.. we weren't even headed in the same direction as Emily and Miguel's home was.

Miguel coughed uncomfortably in his seat, and I looked at him through the mirror. His eyes screamed for me to just please give him a break from our bickering and I sighed, knodding.

Eventually we did stop at an abandoned building, and a group of motorcycles stood outside the entrance.

"Wait, Miguel. Why is my father and the MC here? What's going on?" I asked, turning in my seat.

"It's just a small detour for buisness. I asked the MC for a favor on something and they simply complied. I hope you don't mind.. I can have Nestor drive you to Emily and Cristobal shortly.." he continued but I shrugged.

"No, it's ok. I can visit my father for some more time. " I smiled quickly and got out of the vehicle, being met by my tio bishop.

"Niña, ¿qué haces aquí?" (Baby girl, what are you doing here?) He asked, giving me a quick hug. He was always so protective of me, especially since his son, my cousin, passed away a few years ago. I think he took to me as if I was his own daughter..which was fine. Between him, my father and tio Marcus I was the princess of the Mayans.

"Quick detour, I was on the way to visit Emily. They picked me up. " I replied, looking quickly at Nestor and Miguel.

My eyes set on Nestor, who was standing against the vehicle. His eyes seemed to be trailing me, and as they set on mine he quickly turned his attention away.

We walked in and there was a bigger man tied to a church pew, this must of been what my father was talking about when he said that they were going to Base Town. For some strange reason, Miguel put on a yellow rain coat and it made me giggle.

"Look at him! He looks like he's going to audition for the role of georgie in IT" I quietly spoke to Angel, causing him to giggle.

"Nikki, stop." He replied and I couldn't help myself, I kept going.

"What? Look at him! He about to start singing and shit about dancing in the rain!" I replied, laughing harder. The attention in the room turned to us and I shrugged.

"My apologies" I very quickly spoke, Nestor looking at me with an annoyed look on his face. I shook my head at him and flipped him off, adding what ever fuel to a fire i could.

Miguel turned back to the bound man, starting to question him.

"You ever meet her?" He asked, crossing his hands infront of him.

"Never in person. She'd give us a call or a text, gave us a drop point" the man replied.

"Where?"

"Indio Quarry. We used proxies to drop off the drugs, pick up the cash. Never saw a face..no names.."

Nestor grabbed a bag off of the table behind him, handing it and its contents to Miguel.

"Found this in your jeep. Payment?"

"She didn't tell us it was the cartel..I swear" the man replied.

"Bullshit, your men were told of the fact it was the Galindo Cartel when they robbed the MC. "I spat out, getting annoyed.

"Not now, Fluer. Please. " Miguel spoke to me, turning his attention back to the man.

"Was she.. American?" Miguel spoke.

"No.. spoke English, but she was latina i think. Young. She sounded young. " the man replied. He looked so scared, but I knew it was a guise. I walked to Nestor who was playing with various knives, and picked up a machete.

"Unless you plan on getting your shirt stained and having a meltdown, put it down." Nestor spoke, not bothering to even look at me.

"Nestor, I think you did your braids too tight. You're forgetting I don't have meltdowns over blood on me.. you forget so easily." I cupped his face, smiling.

I walked away from him with the weapon in hand, towards the man. As Miguel turned around I lifted the weapon, and swung it down on the man's arm. He cried out in pain, obviously. His blood splattered on my face, my clothes..

Some of the Mayans who weren't familar with me looked at me in terror, my father simply shook his head and Miguel sighed, shaking his head.

"Nicole... we have people for that. " he spoke, but I put my hand up.

"He basically took food out of Cristobal's tummy. It needed to be done. Besides.. pigtails over there shouldn't be the only one to have fun" i replied. I walked back over to Nestor smiling. The look in his eyes was something different and I just stared at him, using his button up to wipe the blood off my face quickly.

"Dont ever doubt me again, pigtails. " I said quietly to him and walked back outside.

This was going to be fun.

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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More Than You Know Masterlist

When you and your fiancé go back to your hometown of Santo Padre, it opens up a world you thought you had left behind. Running back into an ex set off a whirlwind of emotions and happenings, leaving you to move to Charming. Featuring Angel Reyes, Ari Levinson, and Jax Teller

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 ⭐COMPLETE⭐

Drabbles

Walking in a Winter Wonderland

A/N: this is a bit of a dark fic. There are themes of cheating, death, lies, secrets, and just the overall aesthetic of being involved with someone in a motorcycle club. You are the one responsible for the content you consume. Please read all tags.

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pumpkin-spice-hate · 10 months

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I’d like to announce that Elgin James (and every writer and director on Mayans M.C. ) and I now have major beef.

Spoilers of s5 e6 are below the cut

HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME????

I understand creative choices and I’m not trying to shit on your show but who gave you the right to kill MY man?

I refuse to acknowledge this move and will continue to live in denial.

Mayans M.C. cannot be canon, my Happy is alive and well.

With all due respect go fuck yourselves

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dallianceangel · 11 days

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𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐔𝐩 🐱👅💦

Hope you enjoy reading 😜

🫦 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫦

“If you want me to shut up, you’d better make me shut up,” you practically scream. You’ve been arguing for over an hour, completely forgetting what you’re actually arguing over, but you’re too fired up to give a shit.

A smirk on his face, Bishop stands up, giving you the opportunity to see the growing bulge in his jeans. He knows you’re probably still pissed off about this morning, when he got called into work early.

“On the table,” he demands. “And spread your legs.”

Doing as he says, he buries his head between your legs, driving you fucking crazy.

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megamindsecretlair · 10 months

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Good gawdt this man is so fine 😭😪😪

#im unwell #mayans fandom #mayans mc #angel reyes #clayton cardenas

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sonhosquebrados · 9 months

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Bishop and Maggie 💕

I wish they had stayed together.

He deserved happiness and a happy ending whether in Santo Padre or elsewhere with her.

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mariamariquinha · 1 year

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Criminales (Miguel Galindo x f!reader) - one shot

Summary: On Sundays, he'd hear you talk about your Catholic aunt and how you considered going to the confessional from time to time, and even though you never told him what you were asking for forgiveness for, Miguel knew it involved what you two had.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Light smut, bad words, typos (probably, I don't know), suggestive criminal themes, cheating and a small shitty plot.

Author’s Note: Just something. I don’t know.

Anyway, look at this gif. He’s hot, right?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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Miguel always found you that way: quiet, concentrated, as if he hadn't spent days or even weeks away from you. When the excitement was greatest, he would hear Snoop Dogg or Lauryn Hill echoing in your studio, often humming a few notes and shaking your head according to the music.

The only thing that didn't change was your position - sitting, one foot propped up on a small bench and your eyes fixed on the canvas. Sometimes it was a reproduction, sometimes you felt inspired to create original things. The position remained the same. That was immutable.

Under other circumstances, he would find such visits very transgressive. There was a part of him, at least in the beginning, that liked to stay true to Emily and what they had built together. It had been a while since, with each encounter with you, that idea began to fade more and more from his head. You never asked about his son, nor did you demand any kind of exclusive attention, even though he sometimes saw some kind of will stuck on your tongue when goodbyes came.

From the beginning, you knew he was married.

On Sundays, he'd hear you talk about your Catholic aunt and how you considered going to the confessional from time to time, and even though you never told him what you were asking for forgiveness for, Miguel knew it involved what you two had.

That day he showed up after three weeks of no contact. There were no phone calls, no reminders of his whereabouts, and you were in your usual spot. The only reason the sun didn't hit your face was because of the curtain (which he didn't like very much), so the room was partially lit. You heard him arrive, open the door, walk in and stand behind you, observing. The painting at the time was a caricature, perhaps - it looked like one at least.

Unaffected by the arrival, you continued on your back for a while, letting him do his personal inspection as always.

“Too messy for your taste?” You said after a few minutes of pure silence.

“What makes you have that impression?”

“Well, you took a long time today. Three minutes.”

“Intriguing.”

“Yeah, I like messing with you efficiently,” A discreet smile appeared on your face, one he didn't see but knew was there. Miguel put his hands in his pants pockets and looked around again.

The environment seemed more cluttered, but he didn't comment on that and opted to continue his observations until his patience reached the limit. Judging by your reception, you seemed willing to be more provocative - to make him wait.

That's when he found a half-done joint on a table. It wasn't hidden, it wasn't disguised, but it was kind of out of the ordinary. You didn't smoke, much less considered yourself ‘rebel’ enough to do so - he took the cigarette with the tip of two fingers and inspected it carefully.

“Changing your habits?” He asked.

“Mm?”

“Or have you had any visitors recently?”

That got most of your attention, so you turned a little and found a sulking Miguel, his face serious as he held up the joint and waved it around to indicate what he was referring to.

“Must have been Dave's.”

“Dave.”

“Yeah. He likes to smoke that shit.”

“You know this still doesn't answer my question here.”

Possessiveness suited Miguel too well and you had your dislikes about it; that situation, that… relationship couldn't open so many gaps for such a feeling. If that were the case, it wouldn’t even be happening in the first place. Not that it should ever happen.

You stared into his face for a while, considered, then turned back to the canvas, nonchalantly poking the paint with your brush.

“He is a friend,” A brushstroke.

“I never heard of him.”

“Dave lives in Europe, he was on his way to a job in Los Angeles.”

Being answered with silence almost made you hesitate - almost. Soon you can hear Miguel walking across the studio floor, then you feel his perfume nearby and the heat of his body next to you. He touched your shoulder gently, then caressed your back and moved his hand up, running his thumb along the back of your neck.

“Miguel…” You warned, even if the sensation wasn't that undesirable.

“What is it?” Falsely unaware of your tone, he pointed to the incomplete painting in a neutral voice, still massaging your skin.

For a moment, you even considered not answering, but you knew better than to keep him hanging.

“It's not Dave.”

“I didn't think of that possibility.”

“Of course not,” You suggested with irony.

“Doubting me?”

“You've never been this interested in my stuff. If I told you that was an alien dog you wouldn't bat your eyelashes.”

His hand left the back of your neck and went to your jaw, then your chin - he gently turned your face, pulling your attention away from the painting to look at him. The brush hovered the distance from the canvas. You two stared at each other for a few seconds and Miguel analyzed your face as if it were something ordinary, different. He was looking for something there - resentment, hurt, criticism. There was nothing.

“Think you can take a break?” The scoff you left out caused him to smile. “For me.”

“For you?” You couldn’t help but grin too, feeling his thumb playing with your bottom lip. “Why would I do that?”

“Take a break and find out.”

It was that look he liked the most, the one that conveyed that he had you in the palm of his hand and that, with little effort, would make you give in to his will. Your pupils lit up, your face hot with anticipation and the certainty that you missed it too, even if you tried to maintain indifference.

But Miguel knew better than to think that it would last too long. You moved away from his contact and left your things on the table, passing your hands on your own clothes and getting to your feet.

No bra. Menace.

You looked him in the face, both hands behind your back and didn't dare touch any part of his body. Whether it was the dirt on your hands or the simple act of placing it where you wanted it, your reaction had a touch of provocation - the puffed out chest, close enough to brush lightly against his blazer, or the neutral face as you gauged the man's expressions in front of you.

“Missed me, Galindo?” The question came as a whisper.

“I always do.”

“You should’ve called. One day. Two days,” You got closer to his ear, nipping at it lightly. Seeing his hands almost pulling you by the shirt put a big smirk on your face. “I had to receive a friend from Europe because you weren't here.”

“Talks like he could replace me,” With a touch of impatience and jealousy, Miguel grabbed your jaw with a full hand, pulling you away just enough to look straight into your eyes.

There was lust there. Anger, perhaps. And the way he gripped your skin, strong enough to stabilize your head as he wanted, meant that you still had the ability of pushing his buttons. You smiled at him. He narrowed his eyes.

“You couldn’t stand a few days without me-”

“I would say it was a bunch of days.”

“-And have you already gone looking for another guy? What? Do you think you can fool yourself into thinking you can like any cock besides mine?”

The two of you there knew what the honest answer to that question was, but while he was testing you and you were determined to uphold what felt like your honor, no one said anything. Nobody needed it. The looks said it all. And if you wanted to, you could get out of that position.

But you didn't want to.

And before he could go any further, the tip of his nose brushing yours just enough, someone appeared in your peripheral vision.

“Has your dog stayed outside or is he inspecting my kitchen again?” Nestor. You’re talking about Nestor. And you saw him standing by the opening that led to the corridor.

“This is not very polite.”

“He doesn’t seem like the type to be a voyeur,” Your hands caught hold of his wrist, distancing yourself from the touch. “You haven't been going through my kitchen drawers again, have you?”

“I tried not to,” Nestor said. With a small grin on your lips, you walked away from Miguel to grab a cloth, starting to clean your hands.

“It’s a start.”

“But I looked in the cupboards.”

“Dammit, I really needed someone to reorganize it for me,” The sarcastic tone in your voice made Nestor huff.

Determined to keep going, you found a few coins splayed out the table and while giving steps to leave the room, you threw a dime at him.

“Here. For your services.”

“Really funny,” He grumbled.

Miguel watched you from afar, from the sway of your hips to the way your feet hit the floor flawlessly. He liked it about you - the attitude, the confidence… the ass.

“I will prepare coffee.”

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That was the issue with Miguel - did he want something? He would have that something. And as long as you've known him for a long time, every time it was a thrill to watch him take this action.

The conversation flowed for half an hour at most. He stood by your coffeepot to watch you closely as you prepared the cups - not out of distrust, but out of habit, watching you. He said you were paid enough to buy matching cups; you always replied that your money contemplated anything, except the dishes in your house.

Miguel once bought an expensive tea set, probably fine china or whatever. You never used it. That day, you thought he would ask where it was, but nothing happened. Being really honest, you've done most of the talking.

It was only when the subject was closed, that Miguel exchanged a single look with Nestor, that you felt that he would let go of that facet.

Nobody said anything.

You put the cups in the sink but didn't wash them. With all the calm in the world, you walked through the house until you reached your room, listening to his footsteps behind you, following like a predator. The door was closed, you sat on the bed. Everything was practically systematic - maybe Emily even knew, but Miguel liked precautions and you were one of the ones he was more cautious about.

“How much time do you have?” It was an honest question on your part, which made him smile as he took off his blazer, followed by his cufflinks.

“How much time do you want me to have?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Oh, I’m the ridiculous one?” He stopped between your opened legs, leaning over you enough to make your body almost lay down on the mattress. “Take off your clothes.”

Pulling him into a kiss was a spontaneous reaction that he didn't deny or dislike. Firmly, Miguel pushed you off lightly and climbed on top of you, his lips moving fiercely against yours as his tongue unreservedly invaded your mouth. If there had been any meticulousness or care about dress and appearance, it had all fallen by the wayside.

Your clothes were discarded to one side, his to the other. Soon enough, he made no preposterous preparations in devouring your pussy, as usual - just like most of the attitudes he was taking, Miguel got straight to the point, with a particular haste.

You didn't question when he stuck his dick all the way in, nor when his hips began jerking and intense as he nibbled on your neck, shoulder, chest. He was gripping one of your thighs so tightly that you would probably feel it for days. Every moan and sigh of pleasure only spurred him on deeper, more brutally, growling like an insatiable animal for some reason you didn't want to know either.

When his orgasm came, hard and steady, right through your legs shaking, he giggled. It took half a second for you to realize that Miguel still hadn't come, but his movements stopped to look at you.

“Dave, huh?”

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You found out he had a whole day. After considerable rounds, your head was on his chest as you both recovered.

“By the way, Dave is gay,” The comment came with a grin. Miguel scoffed a laugh.

“I know.”

“You do?”

“Mm-hm,” He let the answer hang in the air long enough for you to prop yourself up on one elbow and lift your head to look at him. “We have similar contacts.”

“Really,” You used your most serious and annoyed tone. “So what was all that for?”

“What?”

“You really like to be pampered.”

“Of course not,” Indifferently, Miguel sat more properly on the bed, his back resting against the headboard. “I don't need you to tell me what I already know.”

“Mm.”

“Angry?”

“Curious,” You shrugged. “You never felt inclined to tell me you knew Dave?”

“He was just a convenience. I wanted to know how you would react.”

As if you were someone else in the game he played with people - typical.

“Now,” He adjusted himself, both hands laying on the top of his thighs. “When are you going to start doing what we agreed?”

“Don't be so hasty, this kind of thing takes time.”

“Now I should be the one to ask how much time do you have?”

“Well, that's not an answer I have.”

With a more salacious tone, you got to your knees and let the sheet fall to your waist, enough to be able to sit on his lap and plant a brief kiss on his mouth.

“It's not every day that I have Ezequiel Reyes as a target.”

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theycallmequeenie · 1 year

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Angel Reyes Request

Master List

Part One

Part Two

Part Three:

The doctor walked out to the waiting area asking for the family of Y/N Y/L/N only to be met with three bikers and an old man. Slightly shaken the doctor gave the four men the report of how the surgery went and that Y/N would be recovering in the ICU because she had ‘crashed’ on the table. Hearing those words Angel felt his knees buckle. Coco’s quick actions kept him upright as he caught Angel quick enough for Angel to right himself.

Bishop was the first to ask the big question that was looming on everyone’s mind, “Doc, is she out of the woods yet?” The doctor gave a nod in response before going into greater detail about her being sedated for the next couple of days as a precaution just in case any other complications were to arise with her.

Angel finally spoke up, his voice shakier than he’d have liked but it was understandable given the situation. “Can… can we see her doc?” The doctor nodded but mentioned that was ICU procedure that only one visitor at a time was allowed with the patient.

All four men nodded. Felipe told his son that he would see her later and Bishop mentioned that the rest of the club needed filled in on the days events and decide the course of action that would be taken. As he started to turn away, he tapped Coco on the shoulder and looked to Angel, “Be sure to tell our girl we were here for her, Angel.”

Angel nodded and followed the doctor as he led him to Y/N. As the doctor gave him the basics in protocol of the ICU and set a chair next to Y/N’s bed the doctor mentioned that as long as there were no complications or issues with visitation, Y/N would be weaned of the sedatives and there would be no problem with Angel staying with her.

Angel nodded again and sat in the chair not once taking his eyes off Y/N. Just the sight of her laying in that bed hooked up to all the tubes and wires was enough for him to lose all composure. He shakily reached for her hand and just sat there and let the tears flow. He needed to get this out of his system now before she woke up because the next part of this, he would need to be strong for both her and what was going to need to be done. Retaliation.

Bishop got back to the junkyard and the clubhouse and was met with a full table with the exception of Angel of course. Bishop explained what happened and was met with questions from everyone. He held up his hand to silence the men and gave what information he had and proceeded to ask the question that he knew the answer to but had to ask to make it officially a club matter. All agreed that the retaliation would be handled by the Mayans and they would back up Angel up completely. Now the hard part began. Finding the slimeball that was stupid enough to rob Felipe’s shop and shoot Y/N. Bishop decided to wait till morning to contact Felipe to ask for a description. It was getting late and at this juncture there really wasn’t any point in burning the midnight oil. With any luck Y/N would be awake the next day and Angel would be willing to ask her if she remembered anything. With the meeting adjourned the men all went to their respective homes to attempt to rest all worried about Y/N and Angel, except Taza.

Taza had stayed behind to talk with Bishop one on one like he frequently did. He asked how Angel was taking the shooting and if Bishop thought that those two would finally make up and get back together. Bishop shook his head saying he didn’t know if this was Angel’s wake up call or not, but he honestly hoped it was because those two were perfect together and everyone, but Angel could see it. On that they both agreed.

At the hospital Angel had fallen asleep with his hand over Y/N’s and his head on the bed next to their hands, as a nurse that was taking care of Y/N came in to adjust Y/N’s medications to begin the process of waking her up. The nurse managed to slip in and out of the room multiple times over the span of the night and into the morning. What finally woke him was a doctor coming in to remove the breathing tube from Y/N’s throat as to prevent her from choking on it when she woke up. The doctor told Angel that once the meds were fully out of her system which could take a couple of hours, she would wake up and after being checked be moved to a regular room for a day or two to be monitored before being released to go home. Angel nodded in acknowledgement and the doctor left the room.

Hours went by and Angel had drifted off next to Y/N’s hand once again, this time he jumped awake from feeling movement on the bed and a hand being run through his hair. His instincts had taken over and he jumped looking around ready to fight if needed. He heard a soft chuckle in response to his actions which made him look toward the bed. Upon seeing the soft smile on Y/N’s face his instantly lit up like a kid’s on Christmas morning. He rushed to the head of the bed and started babbling an apology to her, kissing her forehead and running his hand through her hair.

Y/N shook her head slightly. Trying to get him to stop apologizing she tried to speak but her voice came out weak and hoarse, “Angel. It’s okay. You came when I needed you most.” She was finally able to make eye contact with him and saw he had been crying. She raised her hand and rested it on his cheek. “Oh, my sweet Angel, I’m so sorry. I never meant to worry you like this…” Y/N trailed off as Angel took her hand from his face, kissed it, and sat down on the bed by her knees.

He shook his head and offered her a soft smile, “I’m just thankful you’re okay, Baby. I don’t know what I’d have done if…” He stopped himself not really being able to complete that thought out loud without losing control again and that was something he hated letting anyone see including Y/N. In his mind and his ‘world’ it was viewed as weakness, despite Y/N’s constant reassurances otherwise.

Y/N frowned and finished for him, “If history repeated itself…” Her voice was shaky, she didn’t want to leave Angel or this life like that. It would crush not only Angel but his Pop as well and she knew it. “Is your Pop okay? I know that bullet I took was meant for him…” Her brow furrowed slightly from concern.

Angel sighed, “Yeah, Pop’s okay. He’s a little concerned, you gave us all a good scare. Including Bish and the guys…” He gave her a playful side eye and offered a sad smile. Part of him wondered if they were going to reconcile and become them again, the other part of him was fighting off the need to seek out retaliation.

Y/N knew this was most like where at least part of his mind was and she couldn’t blame him, she kinda wanted that scumbags head on a pike herself. She was starting to feel groggy again, so she gave Angel’s hand a gentle squeeze before speaking, “Angel, why don’t you head to the club and give them the update and find out what they want to do and what they are going to need from me. I’m soon going to need some more rest anyway…”

Angel started to argue that he wasn’t going to leave her alone, that he was staying with her. To which she argued that she wouldn’t get any rest with him hovering over her and that he needed to check in with the guys. That she would be here when he got back. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Reluctantly Angel finally agreed and stood up, kissed her on the temple and made sure to make eye contact, “Fine, but I am coming right back here as soon as I update, they guys and Pop. Okay, Babe?”

Y/N nodded and offered a weak smile in acknowledgement as her eyes started getting heavy. Angel stayed until she drifted off to sleep, kissing the back of her hand he finally reluctantly walked away from her bed and out of her hospital room and went to talk with his brothers.

To Be Continued…

Part Four

A/N: Y'all I am so sorry I honestly thought I already posted this. Must have been a bad brain day for me. Hope you all enjoyed this, much love. Queenie

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