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cloveroctobers · 10 months

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GUERO — summer prompts 🍋

A/N: yeah there’s no way you thought I wouldn’t right? I have a type 🤫 & since I’m divorced from angel and SICK of EZ’s ass (the way they scrambled his character is not it) + have a slight crush on Hank I basically just decided to take my pick and I don’t think Guero’s a bad choice—hopefully he doesn’t fuck that up lol. Listen to me being delusional but you kinda have to be even if it’s just a little bit when writing no?

WARNINGS: nothing but short fluff for my new man — with a hint of chaos!

PROMPTS from this list & this one too: 1.) “I’m so hot.” “Loving the confidence.” “Shut up.” + 2.) Ice cream dates.

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It’s early when Guero almost jumps out of your shared bed. He’s the type of man that can sleep through anything if you let him and it takes minutes for his eyes to adjust to the dim bedroom. He almost flinches when his brown hues settle on the thin gold curtains, specs of light threatening to fully break through with their beams from the outside.

He yawns, stretching his long ink covered limbs above his head, glancing to his left to notice that you’re not there like you should be. A frown erupts between his brows, his leg brushing over the sheets to feel they’re cool—almost to the point it feels damp?

Instantly he’s pushing himself into a sitting position, stuffing the palms of his large hands into his eye sockets to push the grogginess away. Giving himself a few moments, he glances at the fancy new modern alarm clock, which happened to be a careless purchase on your part, that’s illuminated in white, blurting that it’s 6:51AM.

You were always a early riser but not this damn early. Now he’s in a search of you, feet shuffling against the dark wooden floor as he tosses the bedroom door back. The hallway is also dim as he begins to make his way down by the bathroom on his left-hand side.

It’s not like it takes him long to find you, eyeing the top part of the fridge wide open, the front of it blocking the top half of you. You don’t notice him as he squeezes his way around to stand behind you, arms crossed, a smirk on his lips as you stand on your tippy toes, face buried into the freezer.

“I’m so hot.” He hears you say, voice muffled while he leans against the counter that contains the kitchen sink.

“I’m loving the confidence.”

The way his voice booms, makes you smack your head against the top of the freezer, making him snort as you settle back onto your feet, now holding your head as you glare at the taller man.

“Shut up,” you rubbed at the back of your head, “the hell are you doing sneaking up on me? sounding like Morgan freeman and shit?”

Guero lightly laughs, “my apologies babe. I thought you said you liked my morning voice?”

“Not when it’s quiet and I’m trying to have some peace.”

“…In the freezer?” Guero questioned with a frown on his face, as he briefly runs a hand through his bed-hair.

You huff, turning back around to stick your head back into the freezer, hands feeling around the space until you find exactly what you need.

Guero’s rushing over to you now, reaching to snatch the carton of ice cream that you just plucked the top off of, “oh hell no,” he responds as it’s your turn to frown at him.

Immediately you’re putting your back to the tatted man, his frame colliding with yours as you scuffle over the ice cream carton, “get your own!”

“What do you mean? That is mine! You don’t even like peanuts in your hot fudge sundaes.”

You didn’t even rock with sundaes like that in the first place to be honest…but the point still stands.

“Mind your business, Guero.”

“Sorry, last I checked, You are my business.” Guero argued as you peered up at him.

Normally that would make you weak in the knees but at this current moment, in your aggravation? It wasn’t going to fly. Smiling evilly at the man, you stuck your tongue out and swiped it right across the top of the ice cream, letting out a sigh in content as Guero scrunched up his nose.

Now here he was, waking up at the crack of ass, in search of his loving partner of two years that moved with him to santo padre in this updated mobile home, thanks to her contractor dad who had his own business and did plenty work around the golf course in the area, wondering if their well-being was in tact since they had a common case of insomnia from time to time, just to stand here now; with them disrespecting him by licking his favorite ice cream (and not off his body).

“Oh, you’re done for now.” Guero voiced as the both you were now in a battle for the ice cream.

Laughing to yourself, you went to do the same action again but the smack of the carton from your hands was almost like slow motion. Before you could even scrabble to attempt to save the ice cream, it toppled straight to the floor with a loud splat. A brief silence filled the small home as the both of you stared at each other, Guero quirking up a brow, tatted thin but muscular arms raised, quietly asking with his facial expression, what you’re gonna do about it now.

With your hands around his neck and him swinging you around, it was about to turn into WWE up in this bitch. The round only lasted for maybe about ten minutes, the both of you playfully wrestling and talking shit to each other as you stumbled into the living room.

Your arms had Guero’s tree sized ass in a headlock as you yelled, “why would you do that when you know I’m over here sweating my behind off?!”

“One, you didn’t ask and two, just turn the fucken AC on then!” Guero yelled back, arms locking around your waist as he used his weight to shove you onto the floor, but not without using one of his hands to protect the back of your head.

We didn’t need another repeat of the accidental concussion he gave you the last time the both of you wrestled.

“You’re the one who said we need to start saving money, paying $643 a month for just the mortgage alone with both of our shitty salaries and the ceiling fans weren’t doing shit!” You wrapped your legs around his hips while he gripped your wrists back over your head to keep from slapping him.

This was a old but still a fresh story, considering the both of you debated over this maybe two weeks ago? Before the both of you fell into the same routine of trying to make ends meet. The both of you were still young in your mid-to late twenties and didn’t live together back in Tucson but decided to when it came to this new destination.

Guero was grateful that you were locked in with this relationship, since he’s never had a serious partnership before you and he wasn’t down to do long-distance but he also really wasn’t down to fall in love with anybody else either. Back in Arizona you were in school working some shitty minimum wage job at a home improvement store, while he tended to a declining club with his late father…so you do the math.

Now in Santo padre, it was supposed to be a fresh start and money wasn’t discussed much between you two back then since the both of you like to keep it to yourselves. That quickly changed now living together, since it unofficially put a stamp on the potential of making this a forever thing. You were now involved in a unpaid internship while attempting to do some remote part-time job for income and Guero? Let’s just say the new distribution of a deadly thing that starts with the letter “F” was worth something nice!

You didn’t need to know the details though.

“I don’t mind you a little sweaty,” Guero shrugged, thinking about it, while you rolled your eyes.

“Ew, get off me you pig! You’re only making this worse.”

“For you maybe, not for me.” He responds with a wink, “I kinda like this position too.”

While he says so, you brought your knees to your chest, just to push your toes right into Guero’s gut, knocking the wind out of him as he crumpled to the side.

“That…was…not…cool.” He wheezed, holding his belly.

“Just like you smacking that ice cream from my hands. Fair is fair.” You folded your arms, rolling your head back up to stare at the ceiling with a sigh.

Guero watched the profile of you, feeling the energy radiating off you. He wasn’t completely clueless, he knew things were tougher out here for the both of you, trying to find your footing and him trying to avenge his father’s death and live up to his legacy but it always felt good to know that you had each other at the end of the day.

He shuffled closer to you, reaching out a hand to grip yours as he placed a kiss to the back of your hand. Soon he got to his feet, briefly leaving your side, then chuckled to himself at the fallen ice cream on the floor before looking into the freezer himself.

You had your eyes closed, actually liking how cooler it felt on the floor than in your bed. That nap wouldn’t last long with Guero lightly kicking your foot with his own to get your attention.

A nudge of his head made you eye him in curiosity, “Get your pretty ass up here, we’re going on a ice cream date.”

Slowly sitting up with a groan you eyed the other carton Guero was now holding in his hands. A laugh bubbled out your lips as you held one hand out for Guero to easily pull you up with one arm to your feet.

He unlocked the front door to the partial screened in porch, letting you lead the way as you let out another sigh of contentment as a breeze greeted your skin. Plopping down on the couch, you awaited for Guero to follow as he sat right beside you. Tossing your thigh over his, he pulled the top off the carton, stuck the scooper into the container and handed it right over to you.

Smiling to yourself, Guero shook his head at your eagerness as you went to work on getting a good scoop of neapolitan ice cream, leaving him to grip your neck so that he could place a kiss to the back of your once sore head.

Together the both of you sat side by side, watching the orange sunrise above the lake up ahead. A golf cart sputtered by with a elderly couple who happened to be fussing at each other as they made their way by the front of the home.

Originally Guero didn’t want to live in some retiree spot that you picked out but stopped bad-mouthing it after learning that your late firefighter mother spent her remaining months here. He also came to sorta like it, enjoying the quiet (especially at the late hour after hanging out with a bunch of rowdy brothers) and company of you after a few weeks.

“Morning!” The man greeted the two of you on his way by but not without making a coo-coo motion with his other hand towards his wife.

Which earned him a nice slap to his shoulder as the both of you waved at the couple, “I can still see you, AL! I’m not blind.”

“Oh sorry, Martha honey,” The man playfully grimaced at you two which earned him a laugh before he whispered, “I thought the glaucoma was beginning to set in.”

Guero snorted at the man, “have a good one,” as the couple carried on down the path to their daily outing.

“That’s gonna be us in forty years.” You stated after pulling the scooper from your lips, resting your head against Guero’s shoulder.

The man hummed, “you think so?”

“You don’t?”

He shrugged, “I’ll look sexier.”

“Of course you will.” You rolled your eyes with a laugh as you handed the scooper over to share.

“Wherever you go, I’ll go.”

“Likewise, even if you’re a idiot who wastes ice cream when it’s ninety degrees inside.” You smirked up at Guero who scoffed.

Guero placed the multi-flavored dessert into his mouth for breakfast and declared, “this shit is trash and nowhere near my hot fudge sundae.”

“More for me!” You reached for the carton but Guero blocked you from doing so with his shoulder.

Scowling Guero shook his head at you, “nope you’re gonna wait your turn since you ruined mine.”

“Be for real, That’s your problem, you don’t ever want to share. You’re being a trash date right now and won’t get another one.”

Guero tossed his head back in laughter, mouth full of ice cream as he talked, “yeah, right! What’s mine is yours and you’re mine.”

“Exactly, so give me my ice cream.”

“What?” He was confused by your logic.

Collapsing back against the couch dramatically, hand over your forehead and eyes closed you waited for Guero to break. It was quiet with the wind rustling it’s way through the leaves in the trees and the birds chirping through the summer morning air.

Cracking a eye open, Guero laughed at you.

“You’d be the perfect actor in a soap opera, you know?”

“And you’d be the perfect thief.”

“…takes one to know one,” Guero bit back as he placed another scoop into his mouth.

He was making you sick!

“Give it to me,” you side eyed the man, “you just said it was garbage.”

“Doesn’t mean I completely hate it but it’s not better than my sundae.” He mocked just to fall short as you latched onto his nipple and twisted.

Guero yelped, dropping the scooper into the carton with a hiss and abruptly handed it over. Grinning you happily welcomed the carton back into your hands as Guero rubbed at his pec.

“I cannot believe you just squeezed the shit out of my tit like that! Why you gotta be so violent for?”

As if he didn’t start it by breaking the best and only tower fan in the house, forcing them to settle with the mediocre ceiling fan in their bedroom.

“It’s the only way you’ll listen apparently.” You swung your feet as you licked at the scooper.

Guero winced, “fuck. Who am I gonna marry?”

Your eyes snapped to Guero’s then who stared intently at you.

“Marry?”

“Yeah, I said that.” The man dipped his head confidently before saying, “ One day though, only if you want to that is.”

There goes those butterflies with the birds singing to the beat of your heart at his words. Yeah you were being gushy right now but you couldn’t help how Guero Bardales made you feel.

“If you’re gonna kiss me, based on the look in your eye right now, can you maybe twist too so that way I’ll be more prepared and confirm if I’m with it or not?”

“You kinky asshole, you’re so unserious.” You were ready to flick the ice cream right at Guero’s gorgeous face.

He laughed, “what? I’m giving consent but I’m definitely serious about marriage down the line, I won’t lie about that baby.”

“Mhm.” You nodded leaning over for Guero to peck his plump lips with yours.

Before you could go back to your ice cream, he held your face in place—almost studying every surface of it adoringly. It was still early and you didn’t physically feel your greatest or put together for the day yet, so you sorta hated the fact that Guero was being this intimate right now.

“I love you more than anything, you know?”

You nodded without hesitation, “And I love you.”

He smiled at you, cupping your face, which you turned to peck the palm of his hand, giving him equally a loving smile.

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justreblogginfics · 10 months

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I’m not going to say anything to spoil Mayans for anyone who hasn’t been watching it, but I really just need to say that so far, after every episode my reaction is always one of these gifs below:

Gifs with no credit are saved from Google and/or Pinterest

#mayans mc fx #mayans mc #i am so perturbed

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imstarvingdarling · 2 years

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MANNY MONTANA

promoting Mayans MC on the official instagram

#manny montana #mayans mc #mayans mc fx #mayans #mocedit #mocdaily #mmontanaedit #manny montana gifs

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bombshellbre95 · 11 months

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I need Miguel to stop being so fucking stubborn and get to know Felipe. And that scene where he saw the pic of Felipe, Angel, and EZ at the beach and added his baby pic to it gave me some kind of hope. I also need Felipe to sit Angel and EZ down and tell them the truth.

#cuz I have a feeling one of the 4 gonna be dead by the end of the season #miguel galindo #felipe reyes #angel reyes #ez reyes #mayans mc fx #mayans #mayans season 5 #mayans mc #mayans fx

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youare-mysonshine · 9 months

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Is the Mayans a good series to watch?

i think so! i’ll admit that it’s been a while since i’ve watched the show and i stopped watching after season 3, but i really enjoyed it. definitely give it a watch!

#mayans mc #mayans fx #mayansfx #mayans mc fx

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frattsparty · 2 years

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My Heart Needed You Part 30

An: Just a filler until we get to our wedding - I may or may not have also written a chapter that’s like 4 years ahead. It’s fine. Obvs didn’t really edit because ya know I’ve had to write so much for work I just couldn’t get myself to do a hard edit.

Warnings: Smut. Nestor being everything we need.

Tag List: @lexondeck @redpoodlern @withmyteeth @bellisperennis0 @chibsytelford @thegirlwhowritesfics @lyly00 @nessamc @oklahomapeach @enjoy-the-destruction @stephaniem1519

Hailey’s POV

Six weeks has come and gone, today is your final major postpartum appointment and you can’t wait to be fully cleared. Since the night Nestor left Niko with Maria the two of you have been a little on edge with each other, and all you want to do is go for a long run. But you can’t until you have the full all clear.

You also miss sex with Nestor but between being nervous about pain and unsure of your new body, and then the whole giving him a cold shoulder thing, you’re kind of avoiding that topic with him now. Hoping out of the shower you wrap yourself in a towel, using a hair tie to pile your hair on your head.

Going into the closet you pull out a pair of leggings and a cropped workout tank top and tossing them in the bed. You hear a small cry coming from the living room, and as you made your way down the hall you can hear Nestor talking to Niko.

“It’s okay, mijo, we’re okay. Moms getting a shower, she needs time for her.” You can see him bouncing around, his finger holding the pacifier. “Mommy’s so good to us isn’t she? We’re lucky men, don’t ever forget that.” Staying quiet you stay back to keep watching and listening, enjoying the soft side of Nestor. Niko has finally calmed down, and is currently just watching Nes. “There we go bud, see you can count on daddy. I know I messed up the other night, and I really hurt your mommy. But I’m going to make it up to her. I have a surprise planned for the three of us, but you can’t tell her.”

After a little more bouncing and quiet talks, Nestor finally turned facing the hallway. Catching sight of you still wrapped in a towel. His smile is bright, genuine, and relaxed. “Hey, babe.” Heading over to you he bends down leaving a kiss on your lips. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough to know that you’re forgiven and I love you.” Grabbing his face you pull him down for another kiss. “I’m going to get dressed, then I’ll be ready. You’re coming with me?”

“If you want me to, even if it’s just to keep him happy in the waiting room.” Looking down at the baby in his arms you’re in awe that he’s yours. And like he knows you’re thinking of him he smiles, his first smile.

“Nes! Did you see that?” You look up and see him smiling down at both of you.

“God, he’s so amazing!” Nodding, you can’t help but stare at Niko. “Can you believe we made that?”

“I mean we’re pretty great so I’m not really surprised.” Wrapping your arm around his waist, leaning into him, resting one hand on Niko’s head. “I want another.”

Chuckling Nestor’s arm tightens around you, “Right now?”

“No, I want to get my wedding. But after that, let’s have another one.”

“You got it, babe. I'll give you as many babies as you want.” Leaning down he kisses your temple, “I’m really sorry you know, I didn’t mean to scare you or anything.”

“I know. I could have been a little calmer, but you know these hormones just have me on another level lately.” Your eyes meet his, both of you letting go of your anger and guilt. You can’t help but smile, regardless of what happens he’s your person, he’s taken care of you endlessly these last 6 weeks. Caring for you and Niko with gentleness, unending love, and pure obsession. “You’re enough Nestor, even on days where you make me mad, you’re it. You’re all I want.”

“You’re everything.” Glancing at his watch he taps your butt, “Get dressed, we’re supposed to be at you appointment in an hour. If you hurry we can get good coffee on the way in.”

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The waiting room is packed, and your appointment is already 40 minutes late. If you’re honest, sitting here with your 6-week old in a room of strangers is kind of freaking you out. Your knee is bouncing and you can't stop fidgeting with your hands. Every few minutes you grab Nestor’s arm and check the time on his watch.

“Hails, you need to relax.” His hand lands on your knee keeping it from moving.

“I don’t like having him around all of these people.”

“Want me to take him outside? I don’t mind.” Nestor looks over at you and you know he’s being honest. He would do whatever it takes to keep you from freaking out.

Just as you were about to agree Niko starts crying, and you know he’s wanting to eat. He's been clustering feeding nearly every hour for that last week. “Ugh, I knew I should have pumped a bottle before we came.” Handing Nestor your coffee, you pick Niko up and work on adjusting your top. Nestor the sweet man that he is helps to get Niko settled and gets a blanket so you feel more comfortable. “Good?” You nod, using the hand not holding Niko to rub his cheek, something he’s become accustomed to and now demands the extra love when he eats.

For the next 15 minutes while you fed Niko, Nestor held your cold coffee up so you could take a drink, ran his fingers through your hair or up and down the back of your neck. His whole focus totally on you, as if you were the only two in the room. As Niko finished eating and you needed to redress Nestor helped, ensuring you stayed covered without flashing anyone.

Handing Niko to Nestor you grab a cloth and throw it over his shoulder as he burps him, which he does quickly as usual. Luckily he fell asleep on Nestor’s shoulder just as the nurse called your name. “Come with me?”

“Always.” He winks and follows you to the back, where you are weighed and led to a room.

“I think he’s milk drunk.” Nestor says as he moves Niko to rest in his arms, his mouth completely open, a little milk on the corners, his arms stretched wide. “I don’t want him to grow up, he’s just so perfect.”

You laugh, “Nes, he will be just as perfect when he’s grown.”

“Yeah, but he won’t let me cuddle him like this.”

“Nestoorrr, don’t bring up emotional things.” You sniffle, and look up blinking to hold the tears. “You know I can’t control these things!”

“Sorry, babe.” Leaning over he kisses the side of your head just as your doctor enters. Looking more frazzled than you’ve ever seen her.

“Im so sorry, Hailey. Oh my gosh you brought him with you, he’s getting so big.” She rushes around the room, checking that she has what she wants. “Okay, go ahead and remove your pants and hop up.”

You do as she says, and as you get settled and as she does her exam she asks questions about how you’re feeling, any issues, and how Niko has been. And in fifteen minutes she’s taking her gloves off telling you to sit up. “Everything looks great, you’ve healed and recovered so well. You have the all clear from me to resume all activities, just pace yourself.”

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Nestor’s POV

After lunch you return home, Hailey doesn’t know it yet but you have a long weekend planned in San Diego. It isn’t far or anything you haven’t done before, but you knew you couldn’t get her further away.

Since Niko was happily fed and sleeping when you got home Hailey put him in his crib, both of you hoping he would sleep for a little while longer. As she left the room you came up and wrapped her in your arms and kiss her lips, soft at first but both of going to deepen it, soon you’re both moaning and pulling each other closer.

“I have a surprise planned for you, Hails.” You get out after pulling back from her. She has her hands resting on your chest, looking up at you. “We have reservations this weekend in San Diego, a suite with beach views, a private hot tub, and apparently the best room service you can get.” Running your fingers across her skin you bring up the hard part. “I thought your parents could keep Niko, they are ready if you are, otherwise the hotel has a crib for our suite ready too.”

You can see her brain working, trying to decide what she wants. “The choice is yours, I will not be mad at whatever choice you make, I’m just happy to get you away for the weekend.”

“Let’s go just you and me.” Her whispered words could bring you to your knees.

“Yeah?” You pull her to you.

“Mhmm, just us. When do we leave?” Her arms wrapped around your neck.

“Now. Your mom is waiting, and I have all you’ll need packed.” Leaning down you capture her lips again. “Let’s get Nikos things ready, and we’ll go.”

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It took nearly an hour to say goodbye to Niko and for her tears to stop, but as you walk into your suite you can see her relax, and the smile she gives makes you instantly hard.

“So Nestor, what are your plans?” She asks as she sauntered over to the wall of windows, the late evening sun shining around her like an Angel.

“Well, first I’m going to slowly strip you down, then,” moving closer you lean in and speak directly at her ear, “I’m going to lay you out in the bed and I’m going to kiss, bite and suck every inch of your skin. Like this.” Kissing the sensitive spot just below her ear you give it a small nip before licking over it. “After that, I’m going to climb on top of you, and sink so deep into you that you’ll feel me for days. Then I plan to spend as much time as possible this weekend buried in you, whether you are spread out on the bed, on your knees, on top of me, up against a wall, maybe right here in front of these windows. But it’s me and you all weekend.”

She’s leaning fully back on you, her head to the side giving you access to kiss her neck. Her breathing is faster, goosebumps have risen along her skin, her cheeks have a soft pink to them. “How does that sound?”

“Perfect.” Turning in your arms she crashes her lips to yours, a determination behind them. “Love me, Nes. I’m ready.”

Your hands find the way to the hem of her shirt and you pull it over her head, eyes landing on the red lace bra highlighting her bigger breasts. Your hand skins the bare skin of her arms, back and stomach, before reaching her leggings which you slowly pull off, getting on your knees to help her out, eyes now level with the matching red lace thong that’s doing very little to hide her need for you.

Getting to your feet you let your hands run up her legs, landing on her hips. Stepping back you take her in, but your heartbreaks when she tries to cover her stomach and she won’t meet your eyes. “Hails, you so fucking beautiful. Don’t cover yourself.”

“I just don’t look like I used to yet.” Her eyes reach yours, and you can see the vulnerability. Grabbing her face you pull her in.

“You’re perfect, this body gave us the greatest gift, you made and carried a baby, then delivered him and now this body nourishes him. It’s incredible and I love it more and more each day. So don’t hide it from me.“ leaning down you kiss her, pulling her body to yours.

Her hands are exploring your chest, until suddenly she’s pushing you back. Your confused look makes her giggle, “you have too many clothes on, Nes.” Pushing her to sit on the bed she crosses her legs, completely naked as she watches you strip. Once you are equally as naked you make your way to her, push her shoulder until she’s flat in her back, legs spread so you fit between her thighs. Kissing first her forehead, cheeks, nose, lips and chin, then slowly moving down exploring from her neck to her chest, down to her tummy, her hips, and then the sensitive skin of her thighs.

“I’ve missed this, getting to be with you like this.” You mummer as you continue to her core, going slow to get her wound up.

“Please, Nes.” She's squirming, pushing herself closer to your face. Clamping your hands on her hips you hold her in place.

“I’m taking my time, remember, I want to go slow, making sure you feel nothing but pleasure.” Her whimpers and whines push you forward, licking, sucking, and nipping at her clit, in no time she’s nearly shaking with an orgasm. Before she comes down, you insert a finger and then another, her gasp turns into a moan, and her hand lands on your head pushing you into her.

“That’s my girl, take what you need.” Your lips work harder, before pulling back again, causing her growl. “I want you to come, Hails.” That’s all it took for her to go right over the edge. Once she comes down you slowly kiss your way back up her body.

“Are you sure you’re ready? I know you were nervous, we don’t have to do this.” It kills you to say it, but if she’s not ready then that is that. “You’re in charge.”

“I’m ready,” her hands are on your cheek, thumbs rubbing gently. “I trust you, I know you’ll always take care of me.”

“Always, if you need me to stop just say so.” Kissing her neck you pull back, meeting her eyes. “You’re in charge.”

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Haileys POV

You meant what you said, you trusted him and you knew he would take care of you. His lips on your neck has your body burning with desire. Waiting six weeks has been torture, and you are so ready to be fully connected to him again.

“I’m ready, Nes, I promise.” Leaning up you kiss his lips, pulling him closer to you and wrapping your legs around his hips.

His hand makes it’s way between you, lining him self up and he slowly enters you. Taking his time, pausing when you sucked in a breath at the burn of the stretch. “Too much?”

“No, just feeling really stretched.” Taking another second you wiggle your hips, finding a more comfortable position. Once the pain is gone you nod at Nestor whose eyes were worried. “I’m okay, I need you to move.”

Slowly he pushes in the rest of the way, fully settled inside of you, his hands finding yours and stretching them beside your help. Being this close again felt good.

“You feel so good, Hails.” His lips find your temple, cheeks and nose before kissing your lips. “Fucking perfect.” He starts moving in and out at a slow pace, eyes watching your reaction.

Both of you are breathing heavier, your body craving more. “Harder.” You whisper, your nails scratching down Nestor’s back. His pace isn’t faster, but his body slamming into yours harder. The room fills with your moans and his grunts.

“Is this what you want, baby?” You gasp after a few rough, fast thrusts. “Want me too fuck you like this?”

“Yes, I love this.” Your hands reach his ass, nails digging in as you pull him closer. “I’m so fucking close, Nes.”

“Me too.” His hand lands between your legs, rubbing circles on your clit before he pinches it, “cum with me.” He grunts in your ear. His growl and your scream fill the room. You’re clinging to him as you both come down, trying to catch your breath. He moves to roll off of you, but you hold him tighter.

“No, not yet. I want to feel you inside me a little longer.” He smiles down at you, his real, free and happy smile, and bends down to kiss you. A soft, gentle kiss.

“I love you, Hails.”

You can’t help the wide smile that spreads across your face, the emotion stirring inside, tears pricking your eyes, “and I love you, Nes.”

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thedestructionofgrace · 11 months

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Just finished s4 of Mayans MC. EZ is ripping my heart into pieces, gaby?! Jay-jay?! Freya?! Making himself president?! The second half of this show (s3-4) has gotten so dark so quickly, it’s killing me man 😫😭

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inscribeddiatribes · 2 years

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Bishop’s Change?

I think I might one of the only ones that isn’t really surprised about what’s going on with Bishop. Disappointed, but not surprised. I feel like Bish was only calm and collected in the earlier seasons because had complete power/control. I remember him being a bit of mess later in the season, but now that his power is being taken away from him... his true colors are really starting to show (in addition to all of the stress/grief finally starting to catch up to him).

Clubs like this aren’t necessarily known for their progressiveness, so homophobia and misogyny aren’t completely off brand. We probably didn’t notice his homophobia because he wasn’t exactly spewing hate speech to his ex wife. There are many people that hate gay men, yet are completely okay with lesbians. Bishop is probably one of them. Overall, I hate that Bishop isn’t one of my favorites anymore, but his character progression makes sense to me.

#bishop losa #mayans mc fx #Mayans mc #mayans fx #fx Mayans mc #mayans mc s4 #mayans mc season 4 #marcus alvarez

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tishrivers · 2 years

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ngl y’all i’m cackling at these reactions (lol i’ve heard about tonight’s episode shenanigans) chileeeeeee it’s giving one more season at best before it gets the big CHOP

#x #my watches: tv shows #mayans mc fx #mayans mc spoilers #mayans spoilers

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cloveroctobers · 11 months

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terms & conditions — ANGEL REYES x OC/READER x CANE TEJADA

A/N; I'm actually glad that this sat in my drafts waiting to be written (thanks to the poll I put out!) just in time for the season premiere-which isn't being talked too much about as of yet-but I get it! So I gained some more inspo for this piece along with the sudden crush I’ve developed on Woody’s character from power book II—ghost (which I’m also currently watching!) + this song has also been on repeat since I first heard it. It’s fitting and inspired this so let’s get into it!

*GIF BELONGS TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNER!*

WARNINGS/DISCLAIMER: language + I am in no way shape or form a therapist! + Angel being a bit of a d!ck :)

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"Solay it's great to meet you, thank you for coming." The therapist greeted the mahogany haired woman at the door, lightly shaking her hand.

Solay smiled at the bob-wearing lady, shifting her tote bag, which looked expensive, down to her wrist as she fully entered the sunlit room. Her doe eyes briefly glanced at Angel who now sat with his arms crossed in a chair, a scowl written on his face as his eyes almost drank her in.

"Angel." Solay muttered, placing her bag to the side of her as she took the space in the middle of the empty red couch.

Angel ran his tongue over his front teeth, huffing but felt the therapist sending him a warning glance. Almost as if to say, 'We talked about this.'

He breathed, rolling his head back to face Solay who was now putting her phone on vibrate before tossing it back into her bag, "What's going on, Solay?"

"It's Wednesday so I’m pretty busy," she was vague with her words but attempting to be cordial as she added, "How's Mavy?"

"Growing everyday," Angel answered and couldn't help but to throw in, "How's your rebound doin'? Don't think I didn't see him drop you off in that flashy ass range rover, was my son with ‘em in the backseat?"

Solay's doe eyes immediately went into slits as she let out a breath of laughter. She was barely five minutes in the room with her ex-husband and here he was worrying about who she was involved with by attempting to fuck up her energy. He should be lucky that she even showed her face! She vowed at this first session that she would not allow Angel to continue disrespecting her like he loved to do. The only reason she was here was for their five year old son Xavier, to learn better co-parenting methods...and perhaps for a professional to see that she wasn't crazy for putting up boundaries after everything they've been through.

"Okay, let's reel it in." Dr. Michelle Othman rolled her hands, gaining the attention of the two adults in front of her.

The glare did not leave Angel's face as he dragged his eyes back to the short haired woman who sat at her desk.

"Let's discuss that tension," Dr. Michelle started, "As soon as you entered the room, Solay, you were very curt with your words on greeting Angel, why is that?”

Solay inhaled, "It's never hugs and kisses when we're in each other's space. Sure I would like for it be that way—it's like that with my parents who are divorced, they're friendly but I started off just fine until Angel had to go into attack mode."

Angel felt his pressure beginning to rise since Solay liked to commonly relate her parents to their situation…when clearly this was a very different relationship.

"I didn't attack you, I simply asked if you're leaving my son alone with some strange man." Angel stated, "And I have concerns about that, as a father, it's my right."

"Of course you do but you didn't seem to be too worried when you had our son around during your secret meet-ups with Adelita, hm?" Solay pointed out, strangely calm.

Yet it still felt tit for tat.

"We were seperated when Luisa and I started messing around."

As if that makes it alright!

"Not legally and still very much married. Just for you to sleep with her and a couple of days later we're back together like nothing even happened...like I wouldn't find out." Solay told.

Angel scratched at his brow at that, he knew how it sounded but couldn't say much to defend that. He wasn't sure if he could so he just looked away at Dr. Michelle, who was patient and watchful.

"Angel tells me you two were married for some time."

Solay uttered, “Seven years."

"What made you want to get married?"

"I thought I found my person. We were good together, fun together, friends even.” Solay seemed to be in a daze as she talked, “ I always belived that you have to have a friendship as a foundation before anything and although we were completely messy from the start, meaning intimate before we ever became friends—we were always backwards in everything we did—but I enjoyed being around him. I enjoyed being happy with him, laughing with him. Angel made my heart happy at that time and I always knew he wanted a family and I started picturing what that would be like and feel like with him. then i got the chance to realize…I was happier without him." Solay informed the therapist who hummed at this information.

Angel spoke up, "I wasn't sure i even wanted to be married and not because of Solay. She's a great woman no doubt but I always had doubts of not being good enough to be anybody's husband or father. I was scared shitless but Solay always had a way of uplifting me and making me believe we could do anything we wanted together. That also quickly turned into being blamed for the littlest things and I'm not talking about the cheating. I’ll take responsibility for that part.”

Solay nodded, "Yeah he's right. After the first time Angel cheated on me with some blonde bartender, I became iritated by everything he did and constanly being in his space knowing what he had done, wasn't good for me, i knew i had to leave so I could breathe again. I left to my own condo that I was still living in and considered not renewing the lease. Then I found out I was pregnant and that completely changed everything."

Dr. Michelle nodded at all of this, occasionally writing something down on her notepad. "There's so much to unpack here. Could it be that the both of you had these false ideas of what marriage was supposed to look like because of your upbringing? I'm already aware of the infidelity that was in Angel's parents’ marriage but what was your parents' marriage like Solay, if you don't mind me asking?"

Solay sighed, "They tried to never argue in front of my older sister and I but that didn't mean we couldn't hear it at night when they thought we went to bed. My dad was a borderline alcoholic and always stressed about finances but he did a good job at hiding his worries, yet that didn't mean he didn't take it out on my mom. He can get very loud and apparently verbally abusive when he drank towards my mom. What they showed from the beginning seemed like perserverance …when it was really settling. I knew they were happier when they were younger but they ended up getting a divorce when I was in my early twenties."

"Was it a difficult divorce?"

"Surprisingly no? They seemed thrilled to be doing it because they came to a clear understanding of what they needed from each other.”

"Is that what you want from Angel?"

"One hundred percent but I'm not sure when or if we're gonna get there. There's mountains of pain and anger between us both but I want to get somewhere for the sake of our son." Solay tells Angel's therapist.

The woman quirks up a smile, "that's what I'm here for, for guidance but I want you to also acknowledge that you have to want this for yourself as well and not just your son."

"I don't want to do what my parents did, although it almost seems inevitable when life is a cycle right? I don't want to hide the reality of why his parents aren't getting along and can't co-exist because I don't know what that's doing to him mentally. Sure he's only five but I want us to have a healthy and honest mindset so we can raise him as such."

"Angel do you hear what Solay is saying?"

"Yeah, she's not the only one who doesn't want to fuck up their kid." Angel rubbed at his beard in thought.

Dr. Michelle said, "Then we all need to work on the both of you first so you can both do your best in raising Xavier better. Are you two commited in doing so?"

Commitment was almost taboo for Angel Reyes so Solay wasn’t so sure, it was shocking for her to even be aware that Angel decided to seek out therapy in the first place! Yet they were both here, which is the first step, allegedly.

"You're Angel's therapist, so how long do you predict I need to be in his sessions?"

DR. Michelle analyzed Solay for a brief moment before saying, "Believe it or not, you left a big impact on Angel's life as a husband and father so I can not simply provide you with a timeline. This takes work."

"I receive that, I'm not afraid of doing the work." Solay affirms, "I just wanted an estimate on how long this will last until it doesn't matter anymore."

"What do you mean by that?" Angel asked, brows furrowing.

Solay clasped her hands into her lap, slightly raising them as she talked, "I don't know. It's like you're trying to show a new and improved side of you but I still know the bad parts."

"Because you like pointing the finger and always putting the blame on me! Like you can’t accept that I’m happy!”

"Angel," Dr. Michelle warned at the raised volume in his voice, "Solay, Angel tells me the both of you recently got into a disagreement a week ago. Could this be what you're referring to?"

"I guess so yeah," Solay raised her shoulders and stared down at her hands for a moment, "It's just funny or probably pick me of me to think I gave Angel what he dreamed of, having a family and a home but the moment another woman caught his eye...the minute he found out that Mavy was still alive and Adelita was back in town, his perspective completely changed. What made that family different from I gave?"

"What?" Angel exasperated leaning his elbows into his knees now, "there's no comparison between what I have with you and Xavier and Luisa and Maverick."

"You may not think so but that's how it feels."

"Why do you feel that way?" Dr. Michelle pushed.

Solay swallowed the thickness in her throat, "that argument that happened a week ago. I asked Angel if he can take Xavier for me while I underwent a procedure. My mom was in town and would be tending to me so I thought it would be best. Angel came to pick him up Thursday evening, I went to my procedure that Friday morning and Angel brought Xavier back that same night because he, Luisa, and Mavy were going to some carnival for the weekend.”

Solay was in and out of sleep the whole day in her bedroom and her mother tried her hardest to keep her out of it but she soon learned what Angel had done. To say she was livid would be a understatement but thankfully she had her mom there to calm her down and help out, who did the honors of giving Angel a piece of her mind before she slammed the door in his face.

“What was this procedure?”

“I honestly thought it was a boob-job,” Angel interrupts before Solay could say a thing, which made both women cut their eyes at him, “I mean I wouldn’t be mad at you for it.”

Solay shook her head in aggravation while the therapist kept her face stoic.

“Why are you so comfortable speaking on a body that isn’t yours?” Solay questioned.

‘It used to be,’ Angel thought but knew not to let that slip through his lips.

Angel raised his hands from his spot on the chair, “I’m not! I never said you needed that shit anyways, I loved your itty bitties—

“Angel, enough.” Dr. Michelle scolded, “Let Solay finish. I told you at the start of inviting Solay here is for us to see her perspective and get to know her a bit so that we can come to a common ground in your relationship. Now Solay, please continue.”

Angel tried not to roll his eyes. This was his therapist after all and sure he knew what this session was about since it took courage to ask Solay to be here and felt like forever for her to agree. It was all about listening and shit but he didn’t like the picture that was being painted.

Solay sighed with her eyes closed, “I went for a biopsy on my ovaries. So no it wasn’t a boob job or some spa day or walk in the park like you thought, Angel. It was serious and again, Xavy and I got pushed to the side: Second fiddle.”

Sometimes she wondered if it had to do with Xavier being hearing impaired. Did Angel not want to be bothered enough to include their child on his new family outings? She thought about bringing it up but she also knew it wasn’t right to think that when Angel did take up the time learning sign language (in his own way) to communicate with their child. Everyone on his side of the family did and although it was a little shaky for him more so than Solay, he did try… however it didn’t erase the fact that Xavier seemed to be excluded majority of the time.

So she kept it to herself.

Dr. Michelle allowed the weight of silence to be felt. She motioned for the tissues on the coffee table for Solay—if needed but the woman just hugged herself, making the therapist lightly scribble down some more notes at this.

Angel was full on frowning now, “Biopsy…ain’t that for diagnosing something?”

“Cancer, Angel. They were worried after finding a lump in my abdomen and some other symptoms I was experiencing. I just needed you to come through for me, just this once.” Solay exhaled, eyes on him.

Angel felt the color drain from his face. The rings on his fingers were pressed to his lips as he felt his knee start to bounce, “why didn’t you say something?”

“You mean to tell me you forgot in the next twenty-four hours that I was having something done?”

“I’m a dumbass sometimes! I seriously thought it was something minor and really didn’t think or even remember, honestly querida—Solay it fucken slipped my mind.”

“Do you believe his words, Solay?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “it’s possible. He forgot his own brother’s birthday.”

“Hey, we’re not talking about Ezekiel here.” Angel growled while Solay rolled her eyes, “…are you alright, soso?”

Hearing Angel use another nickname on her, made her skin crawl. Once upon a time, she thought it was cute and it actually gave her butterflies when Angel would say it, his rough callous hands cupping her face. Now? She just wanted him to shut up.

“Now you care?” Solay hissed, “all you had to do was include Xavy in on your quality time with his baby brother, that’s it. Do that one thing for me, for him. But nothing else matters and that’s why I’m so pissed.”

“Aye, don’t take this shit out on Mav.”

“I would never. I always engage with that sweet baby when he’s in my presence. That’s Xavy’s baby brother and I’m not that kind of woman. I would never take my frustrations with you out on your kid. Ever.” Solay’s heated doe eyes met Angel’s and he had to sit back in the chair, dejected.

Angel said, “I’m sorry. Forreal. I do wish you would of told me exactly what was going on with you though.”

“Would it have made a difference?”

“I’m sure it would, yeah.” Angel stared, which Solay held.

That felt definite.

Dr. Michelle looked up from her notes, “this is good you two. You’re both laying it out on the table, engaging and truly seeing what it is that you brought you two here. it’s leading us to the root of the problem.”

“Talk to us, doc. What do you think it is?” Angel dragged his eyes away from Solay, keeping his leg bouncing.

“From our conversations Angel, you hold a lot of insecurities and it stems from your own childhood trauma that you haven’t healed from. It’s bled into your marriage and you, Solay. Your defense mechanism is to shut down when situations are tough, putting your guard up instead of saying exactly what it is that’s troubling you.”

“Yes because I’m tired—so tired of reading the same pages of this story over and over with Angel.” Solay sniffed, “I’m not here to say he’s a bad person. I know he’s not. He’s just not a good partner for me. He’s got a strong heart and I know he loved me at some point in our relationship and he cares for our son sure, but I can’t help but to look at him sometimes and feel like I’m dealing with the damn devil.”

Angel furrowed his brows as he points at his own chest, “I’m the devil? I know you don’t believe that when you don’t even know what you’re getting yourself involved in with that dude who just dropped you off.”

“Oh, not this again.” Solay exhaled rubbing underneath her eyes, “I did not come here for you to worry about who I’m spending time with.”

“She acts like she’s so much better than me, when she’s dealing with someone just as shitty and she’s acting like fucking Stevie wonder with it.” Angel gritted.

“Are you also in a new relationship, Solay?”

“Yes. It just became serious.”

“Have Angel and this person met?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why?”

“We’d probably kill each other.” Angel declared, feeling his fists lock together at the mere thought of Solay with somebody else.

Somebody better but he was positive Cane wasn’t.

Solay shrugged her shoulders, realizing this was true. Cane knew about Angel and the failure of their marriage and honestly he had words for Angel the day they ever came face to face. He got close but Solay always made sure to detour the man away from causing any chaos. It was amusing to Cane however because one day he was sure he was gonna say whatever came to mind when he set his eyes on Angel.

Solay just wanted a simple soft life, was that too much to ask for?

“Okay,” Dr. Michelle said, “So we have the both of you in relationships, Angel you with the same woman you had relations and child with. Solay’s also in a relationship that you don’t particularly like or trust, Angel. You both share a child together but your regressions towards each other make it hard to be within the same space. Is that correct?”

Solay blinked, “that about narrows it down.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Angel rolled his head around, trying to straighten up the tension in his body.

Dr. Michelle cleared her throat, “seems like we have quite the work cut out for us on resolving these issues between you two. We’re down to ten minutes left on the clock, so I want to give you some homework to take with you so that you’re prepared when I see you both next week.”

“Homework?” Angel exhaled, “I didn’t go off to college for this exact reason, Doc.”

“Well think of this as a introductory course,” Dr. Michelle declared, “you’re welcome.”

Solay snickered at the expression on Angel’s face who was reaching for a post it note on the edge of Dr. Michelle’s desk. The therapist was scribbling some last minute notes as Angel managed to grab the paper, ball it up and toss it in Solay’s direction.

Which resulted in double middle fingers from the woman who managed to dodge it just in time. Angel scoffed and stuck out his tongue until Dr. Michelle cleared her throat.

“Are you two quite finished?”

Solay flicked one of her ponytails behind her shoulder and sent a sweet smile at the woman who stared hard at the pair.

“It’s a simple exercise. Both of you are going to write seven things that impacted your relationship from beginning, middle, to end. You can also form it into a Venn diagram or a pros and cons list, then we’ll discuss it next week. Sound good?” Dr. Michelle asks.

Solay has her phone now, her fingers tapping away at her screen as she sets a reminder for herself to do this before next Wednesday. She suddenly looks up at Angel who has his arms resting on the arm rests, twiddling his thumbs.

“Do I have to text you a reminder?”

“Would you be so kind?” Angel was sarcastic, “I’ll remember. If I can show up to see Dr. Michelle’s beautiful atmosphere, I can remember to do some homework.”

Solay replied in a sing song tone, straight but lightly shaded eyebrows raising, “okay…”

“You don’t believe me?”

“If you do the work, I’ll do the work. Otherwise this’ll be for nothing.” Solay answers, meeting Angel’s much darker eyes before turning back to the therapist, “thank you for your time, Dr. Michelle.”

“Thank you for showing up Solay, that’s time.” Dr. Michelle stood from her desk, walking around to lead the two out.

Solay stood in the lobby, messing around with her phone while Angel shared a hushed conversation with Dr. Michelle—hoping to get some sort of reflection or opinion on his ex-wife. It was a little selfish for Angel to want Dr. Michelle to strictly be on his side but he’d be lying if said he didn’t wish for his therapist to provide him with that comfort.

However Dr. Michelle liked to be theoretical and shit so Angel knew he shouldn’t be surprised.

“We’ll get somewhere, Angel. Now that she’s here, we can get this chapter closed and then focus on the next stage, yes?” Dr. Michelle explained while Angel slowly nodded, taking her word for it.

Soon he bid his goodbyes to the British woman before he fished his pockets for a cigarette. Just to mess around with as he approached Solay, he promised that he would actually quit smoking this time around and so far he’s been on track.

“You waiting for your boyfriend, who probably can’t see over the curb to pick you up?” Angel spoke from behind Solay.

She huffed, glancing over her shoulder, “actually no, I’m waiting on my assistant to get me and bring me back to work—if it’s any of your business.”

“Course it is, you’re still the mother of my child.” Angel snorted, “tell her don’t bother, I’ll take you back.”

“On your death trap? I think not.”

“Traffic gets bad around this time out here…the bike it much faster than whatever your assistant is coming to get you in, so it’s up to you.” Angel tapped the cigarette on the glass window of the door.

Solay thought about it, staring hard at Angel who offered her a goofy smile before pushing the door open, walked through and held it open waiting for the woman to follow after. Sighing, she pressed her phone to her ear to let her employee know that she found her way and that she’ll see her soon.

“No funny shit, Angel. Take me straight to work.”

“What? You don’t wanna stop and have lunch first?”

“Not after that session and especially not with you.” Solay answered as Angel yanked up the helmet that rested on his bike.

Angel did the honors of slipping the helmet down on her head, surely messing up her ponytails as he secured it and knocked his knuckles against the top, “damn, that hurts.”

“Terms and conditions.” Solay pointed, making Angel shake his head as he climbed on the bike first.

Solay followed shortly after, resting her hands on Angel’s shoulders to steady herself. As he kicked the engine on, solay almost flinched, knowing that she had to wrap her hands around Angel’s waist instead.

“Does what’s his face have these terms and conditions that you speak of, too?”

“Yup, he has you to thank for that.”

Angel let out a exaggerated sigh, choosing not to say anything else on that as he peddled the bike backwards before steering into a turn, then he set off into the desert streets with Solay still having a hold on him.

What would have been a hour ride was turned into a thirty-five minute one as the tatted man was parked in front of Solay’s business while she let her hair run free now by using Angel’s side mirror, then handed the helmet back to said man.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“Anytime, soso.” Angel glanced at the building seeing a few clients inside of the orange sickle colored building, “spot looks cool as fuck, I’m proud of you, you know?”

Solay had a bachelor’s degree in science, finding her field in dermatology and held her license as a esthetician. She also sold a successful skincare line that she launched on her own website just last year. And this year she purchased her first house all on her own. She was doing well for herself but remained humble about it all.

“Okay, Angel.” Solay sighed, holding her bag down in front of her as she stared out at the orange skies, “we don’t have to kiss each other asses.”

Anfel shrugged, “It’s better than chewing each other out though right? Especially after today and I mean it so what’s the harm in that?”

“…well I appreciate it.”

“See, I can play nice sometimes too huh?” Angel winked as he put his helmet on, “I’ll let you get too it then…remind me, am I picking Xavier up from school on Friday or?”

‘Are you having him for the weekend since it is technically your weekend thanks to me screwing it up last time.’ Angel thought to himself.

“Papa Felipe is so it’s easier for you to bring him to yours.”

Angel was thankful that Solay wants Xavier to actually spend Friday and Saturday night with him after what he pulled last weekend. However he probably knew his pops would give him a hard time and would probably want to keep the boy to himself for the weekend. Solay’s mom and Felipe often chatted; with Felipe telling Angel that his mother, Marisol, probably would have loved Solay’s mom.

“Cool,” Angel said, “I’ll see you on Sunday then.”

“Sunday it is.”

He dipped his head, starting the engine and she watched the man drive off into the sunset before making her way inside.

[Sometime Saturday night…]

Cane Tejada entered the one level stucco home, hands rubbing in excitement as he entered the front of the home. To his surprise, he didn’t find Solay in the kitchen whipping it up and went through the house in search of her.

He found her in the main bedroom with the attached bathroom, touching up her makeup as her hips swayed to a Ayra Starr song. Leaning against the door, he let out a low whistle as his eyes scanned over her curves in the lace corset midi-dress.

“Tonight is my lucky night after all,” Cane bit down on his bottom lip.

Solay stopped leaning over the counter, molding her lipstick covered lips together and blinked her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder at the brown-skinned man, “you’re not coming out with me.”

“Huh?”

Solay brushed by Cane, her light floral and hint of a hazelnut scent hitting his nostrils as she walked by. He followed the woman into her bedroom, eyeing her as she sat on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other.

“Where you going, So?”

She smiled up at him as she slipped on a heel, her anklet bracelet glistening in the room, “Out. Without you.”

“Nah, I’m not feeling that. Not with the way that dress is fitting and the way that ass is—

Solay inserted, “not my problem.” She got to her feet in search of her clutch, “matter of fact, why don’t you reach out to what was her name? Effie. And see if she wants to entertain you for the night.”

She tapped his jaw before turning off the light, making Cane slightly curse to himself. He jogged after the long haired woman, reaching out to grip her waist to turn her to him.

Solay held mock sympathy on her face and Cane didn’t like it one bit, “you going through my shit?”

“You left your laptop here and it was going haywire…something about tuition. I didn’t care to read it all,” she lifted her shoulders careless, “so…you should consider looking for the next flight home to New York soon.”

“It ain’t even like that.” Cane started, “it was just business, nothing more.”

Solay shushed him, “I don’t wanna hear about it. I’m not even stressing it babe, it’s fine.”

Cane scrunched up his nose, “but it’s not because you’re dismissing my ass like I ain’t shit—like we ain’t build this together.”

“What even is this?”

Cane was confused, “a relationship? We been locked in for awhile now so why you trying to switch up on me?”

“You’re the one out here dropping stacks on some girl’s tuition.”

“I ain’t fuck her if that’s what you’re getting at.” Cane was blunt with it, “I’m here for and with you. I’m not some disloyal cheating ass bitch, like your ghost rider baby father. Let’s get that straight.”

Solay sighed, staring down at the new set on her hand.

Cane gripped Solay’s chin, making her eyes meet his, “I’m not him, So. I’m not gonna do you dirty, I’m only about you.”

And solay held his stare not entirely believing it. She’s been down this road before and it was wrong for her to enter relationships—serious relationships and always compare them to Angel. He hurt her bad time after time and she’ll be a cold hearted bitch if that meant she gets to protect her heart better.

She’ll get rid of anybody that plays with her, just like that.

Cane included.

“Words are just words, Cane. You have to show me.”

Cane gripped onto her waist, holding tighter but still kept some distance just in case she felt like she wanted to throw hands, “I gotchu. I’m yours.”

“You already violated one of the terms and conditions and you have maybe two more left, so think wisely next time.” Solay warned, resting one hand on Cane’s shoulder.

Cane was swift with pulling out his phone, “what? You want me to take that cash back?”

He’ll sign a NDA if she hit him with one, he didn’t want to lose what he had with Solay. She was the only woman that ever made him feel loved but it’s not like he wanted to get too deep about it. Emotions were a lot to feel you know?

Solay shook her head, “no. I know there’s more where that came from, just don’t treat me like I don’t ever know what’s going on.”

“Heard you.” Cane put his phone back as he stepped closer, glancing down at her lips before sliding his hands down to rest on her backside, “can I get to show you just how important you are to me?”

One hand came up to brush her bouncy curl over her shoulder, exposing the length of her neck which he licked his lips at before placing a peck there.

She shoved him back, “not uh, I have some place else to be.”

“Oh it’s like that, so?”

“Yup it’s like that,” she smirked over her shoulder swaying her way to the front door, “don’t wait up for me. Bye!”

Cane shook his head in disbelief and looked around the empty but quiet one-level home, “fuck am I supposed to do, meditate?”

That’s when he phone rang, right on time and he picked it up on the second ring, “Dru, what’s good?”

“Got that info you wanted on Reyes. Want me to send it your way?”

“Nah just tell it to me and meet me over there.”

Cane listened carefully to what Dru told him before hanging up. A smirk was on his lips as he also took his exit from the home.

he was ready for his own fun for the night.

Sorry so.

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Continue along with my spring anthology writings here.

*Read part two here!

#Angel Reyes #angel reyes x black!reader #angel reyes x reader #Mayans mc #mayans fx #mayans mc fx #mayans mc x reader #mayans mc season 5 #Mayans mc s5 #power #power book 2 #power book ii: ghost #cane tejada #cane tejada x reader #woody mcclain #clayton cardenas #spring writing #queued

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fangirl-life · 9 months

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My Final Thoughts on Mayans No Spoilers

So boom...I finally finished Mayans MC last week. I know I'm late. I wanted to binge the last two episodes together and wanted to find the right time to...but it feels so surreal!

I legit stumbled upon that show a few years ago through tumblr because I had a random thought about what Edward James Olmos was up to at the moment. Any new projects? Did he retire? Maybe I was watching a Miami Vice rerun with my dad or that episode of Portlandia he cameo'd on. Either way, instead of googling that man like a normal person, I searched him on tumblr and found screen grabs of him and these two fine ass men who were playing his sons in this ongoing tv show called Mayans MC.

I didn't even think about looking into the show until I found out it was related to SOA (I was just happy EJO was still out there working) and I had a crush on Jax when that show was out even though I barely watched it, so I was like "lemme give this one a try".

Two seasons was already out by the time I jumped on the band wagon, so I binged and fell in love. It caused me to meet great people on this platform and interact about our shared interests instead of just reblogging and liking content like I did with any of my other fandoms. It allowed me to open up and create my own content. It exemplified my admiration for motorcycles. And quite frankly I was getting bored of having no active celebrity to be infatuated over. All in all, the Mayans fandom is really special to me.

So yeah, it feels surreal. THE ENDING of it all feels surreal. all I'm gonna say about it is that I'm not dissatisfied by how Elgin tied it up. I still wish it went differently and think that it could have and still been realistic with other pathways, but maybe because my expectations were low, I thought that how it ended wasn't really all that bad. To me, it made sense given the path we knew Elgin chose to go down and he surprisingly managed to tie up a lot more loose ends than I expected. Not all of them and some of the ones he did tie up were, imo, rushed, but again, I was expecting every plot but the main one to be completely ignored and abandoned, so I was pleasantly surprised.

#mayans mc #Mayans #Mayans MC FX

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bombshellbre95 · 11 months

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EZ ain't shit for what he did to Creeper. And Angel.....boy is literally spiraling and not him letting it slip to sis that he burned their shit down. Everyone fucked up. And for some reason I feel like Miguel actually wants some type of relationship with Angel. Why else would he warn him?

#ez reyes #miguel galindo #mayans #mayans mc fx #mayans mc #mayans season 5 #mayans fx

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saturnville · 2 months

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the man in the suit.

pairing: miguel galindo x afro latina fem oc (eliana)

prompt: miguel becomes infatuated with eliana, the owner of a popular coffee shop in town.

an: I was asked to bring back the Miguel Galindo fics by an anon. it's been over two years since I've written anything Mayans, but I'm always willing to revisit old fandoms, so, here we go, I hope you enjoy.

Her coffee shop was a staple in the town. Known for the rich Colombian coffee beans ground with intentionality, brewed with love, and served in mugs crafted by her own hands. The aura was always calm. Busy, but never so much that guests couldn't enjoy their time. They, just like she often, would get lost in the melodies of indie music that played from the speakers and drunk off caffeine and oat milk. The Tranquil Lounge was a blessing to Santo Padre.

Saturdays were the busiest days in the Lounge. College students stopped by to grind out assignments due the following day at midnight, entrepreneurs chugged coffee like water to finalize funding proposals, and others snuggled by the window with a good book. They were lively and invigorating; her favorite days in the shop.

She danced around her employees, humming a Marc Anthony tune as she topped off a cup with cold foam. Vivir mi vida, la, la, la, la, she hummed to herself.

"I'm very impressed. Most people don't know the lyrics passed the chorus," said an unfamiliar voice. Her teeth gleamed as she smiled softly. Her head still down, she placed a lid on the cup and slid it to the other side of the counter.

"I consider myself determined when it comes to learning song lyrics," she replied. "What can I get you?" Finally, she lifted her head, and she struggled to fight the instinct to gasp. How had he found her little coffee shop in town?

Miguel Galindo was notorious in Santo Padre. A businessman with illegal practices. The government hated him, men envied him, and women wanted him. Everyone in Santo Padre knew who he was and they knew better than to cross him. Their families could end up missing within hours if they upset him. It should have struck fear in her heart, but his presence did the opposite.

Her eyes scanned his attire. Bold of him to wear a white suit to drink coffee. But, it looked beautiful against his olive complexion. It was perfectly tailored to hug his broad shoulders. Her eyes followed its outline.

His brown eyes scanned the beautifully curated menu behind her. Bright colors against the blackboard. Sunflowers, rainbows, and bees decorated the menu. Creative, he noted. "I'll do a hot caramel macchiato. Medium, please." He handed her a twenty-dollar bill. She halted. The drink was $4.

Miguel looked unamused when she parted her lips to object, so she simply took the bill from his hand and thanked him with a smile. "Enjoy, hope to see you back soon."

He nodded. His eyes dropped to her nametag. Eliana, Founder. "Thank you, Eliana. You have a good day, quierda."

She smiled bashfully, "Gracias. You too."

Miguel Galindo was enamored by her. He saw the silhouette of her figure when he closed his eyes to rest at night. He heard the southern twang of her accent as he listened to music on the radio, and he saw the richness of her eyes in the mounds of chocolate chips scattered in Christopher's pancakes.

He made frequent appearances at the shop after that. Catching her friendly grin and gentle hands as she passed his cup to him was one of the few highlights of his day. He cherished it, craved it, and adored it.

He felt lucky when he waltzed into the shop one Saturday morning to find it empty. He thought it was a slow day, but she'd closed it for cleaning. And rather than turning him away, she welcomed him in.

"Your usual?" Eliana questioned. She propped her broom against a stable surface and turned to move behind the counter. "On the house."

"Oh no," Miguel waved. "You're not even open, I see." It was Eliana's turn to force an object into his hands. His usual--hot caramel macchiato; medium with a smiley face drawn on the side of the cup.

"You keep me in business, Mr. Galindo," Eliana replied teasingly with a smile. She was so pretty to him. The woman with a mahogany complexion and soft eyes with an unexplainably gentle aura.

Miguel's eyes dropped to the floor as he chuckled bashfully. He had a tendency to pay more than was due, but he credited it as paying in advance for future visits. "I just like to support where I can." Eliana picked up her broom and hummed, instructing him to get comfortable in the cushioned chairs near the window.

His eyes scanned the marvelous artwork that decorated the dark walls. Murals of people parading in fields of palm trees with drums, colorful skirts, and baskets of fruits, vegetables, and grains. They were all of deep complexion. His eyebrow rose.

"Where are you from?" He found himself asking.

"Costa Chica of Guerrero. Mexico." The area where Black Mexicans were the most populated.

"Tu familia?" Your family?

Eliana shrugged a shoulder and bent over to sweep the dirt unto the dustpan. "En México. Conseguí una beca para estudiar aquí. Se graduó con un título en negocios y decidió quedarse. It's a long story." In Mexico. I got a scholarship to study here. I graduated with my business degree and decided to stay.

Miguel mimicked her actions and gestured to the empty seat across from him. "I've got the time if you do."

They were polar opposites. She was an extrovert, he was introverted. She loved the fall, yet he found it one of the sadder seasons. Tea was her favorite, though she owned a coffee shop, but coffee was his holy grail. He grew up without his father present, but hers was her rock. So many new discoveries that he basked in like warm comforters on a winter day.

“I enjoyed today,” Miguel said as he walked her to her car. Hours had passed, the sun had set, and their day had come to a close. “I’d like to see you again.”

Eliana hummed as she tapped her key fob. Her vehicle chirped excitedly. She reached for the door handle, but Miguel beat her to it. She thanked him gently and slid into the seat. “Well, you’ll know where to find me, Miguel.”

He chuckled and nodded. She wasn’t going to make it easy for him, but. he liked that. Effort was required. He liked a challenge.

“I do,” he replied. “Be ready tomorrow evening. Be safe tonight, Eliana.”

Her brown eyes are twinkled with curiosity. She stretched up and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Wear a white suit.” And with that, she started her car and sped off into the night, leaving Miguel to bask in the eagerness of seeing her again.

#saturnville #black!reader #black reader #miguel galindo x black!reader #miguel galindo x black reader #miguel galindo imagine #miguel galindo x reader #mayans mc #fx mayans mc #angel reyes #ez reyes

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