#mayans mc imagines

[ravennaortiz]

Your Boyfriend is a Bitch Headcanon -Mayans Version

Summary: How the guys would react if they overheard some guy hitting on you and saying that your boyfriend is a bitch. Inspiration came from the song below.

Taglist: @keyweegirlie @hatersaremymotivators @meera10 @kikijackson-blog @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

A hint of mischief is in Coco's eyes as he turns to you after knocking the guy out who had went from telling you how beautiful you were to telling Coco he was a bitch and he could steal you away if he really wanted to.. "My bad ma" he states with a smile. You had been begging for a normal date night away from the clubhouse and brothers. As much as you loved them and the club sometimes it was nice to have a quiet dinner at a nice restaurant outside of town. You couldn't help the smile and laugh as you shook your head as you reached for his hand quickly moving to your car. "I can't take you anywhere. Always getting me in trouble" he continued as the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.

"Oh, really? You think you have a chance of taking me?" inquired Angel his voice casual as he turned to the younger guy who had sat down at your table. The guy had been chatting you up since you had stepped into the packed clubhouse looking for your man. Not taking a single word you had said to heart as you told him to back off and that your boyfriend was not one to play with. You watched as the mans eyes widened as he took in Angel and his eyes flickered over the patches. Angel was an imposing man sitting down but when he stood up the guy took off. "Thought I was the bitch?" laughed Angel as he sat back down looking at you.

Short king Bishop oozes big dick, don't fuck with me energy. Which is why you are stunned into silence as well as Gilly and Angel at what the new prospect has just said to him. The air is tense as Bishop contemplates the young man who had just dared to say he could fuck you better than him. "I assume you only said this because you think my beautiful goddess of a wife is a club girl correct? " asked Bishop as he gently taps your hip. Once you have stood up off his lap he stands up and walks to the new prospect who has decided now to shut his mouth. "I'll help you out son. There is not correct answer" states Bishop as he grabs the guys arm and leads him out the door.

Manny is all slow blinks and tight smiles as he listens to the man next to him at the bar describe all the ways he would do you as they wait for EZ to get them beers. "Said she has a boyfriend, dumb bitch doesn't know what she's missing out on. He's obviously a winner since he left her alone." states the man as he nudges Manny who chuckles darkly. "Yeah, the mother of my four beautiful girls over there sure is missing out" he states before punching the guy in the face. "Also im her husband not her boyfriend" states Manny before making his way to you. "This is why I don't bring you out ma. Always got me acting up" joked Manny as he pulled you too him for a kiss.

Guero is all angry forehead press and fists the minute the guy grabs your arm to turn you too him. The two of you had been taking a break from dancing and wee making out in the back of the packed clubhouse. you had mentioned to Guero earlier that the guy had been hitting on you and said he could take your boyfriend in a fight when you mentioned you were not single. Guero had wanted to put his fist through the guys face then but you had been so amused he had pushed the idea down so that he could keep that smile on your face. Now though it was on. No one touched what was his.

The moment your sweet Teddy Bear said excuse me and stood up you knew the guy was done for. It never ceased to amaze you how many people thought it was fun to poke the grizzly bear of a man that was Gilly. You smiled as he blew you and your daughter who was cooing away in your arms kisses before grabbing the back of the guys neck and walking him out of the clubhouse. "Still getting guys in trouble, four days after giving birth" chuckled Coco, making you laugh, as he stood up. "I'll make sure he doesn't kill the kid"

Creeper is silent as he watches you and the guy go back and forth. You have just as much blood on your hands as he does, he knows you can handle yourself. He won't hesitate to step in though if you want him too. He patiently waits for your cue as he sips his beer, chuckling when the guy says he can do you better and asks what position you like. "Do you like having your ass fucked?" you inquire as you tap Creepers arm. "As her bitch of a boyfriend I like to watch her fuck guys in the ass" he states as he looks the guy up and down.

"Who's the bitch now?" growled Bottles as he stood over the guy he had just punched in the jaw much to the hock of everyone. The guy had been following you like a scenthound, not taking your rejection of an offer to dance or to sneak off to a more private are. Eve when you stated your boyfriend was a Mayan he was undeterred, going so far as to punch you into a wall saying your boyfriend must be a bitch if he wasn't with you. Pushing Guero out of the way as he congratulated Bottles you pulled him to you demanding he take you home to bed now.

EZ is willing to let the guy slide. He's drunk and clearly overcome by your beauty. Who wouldn't be? He could not blame the guy for coming over and hitting on you. He probably figured you too were just friends sitting here having a drink and a chat. Its and easy mistake if you are new like he was. The two of you shared a look and small chuckle when the guy said your boyfriend was probably a bitch. He was going to let hat slide too but when the guy angrily slapped your beer out of your hand.....letting anything slide was out the door.

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[juicesgf]

You Belong to Me. - Angel Reyes

He slammed the beer bottle on the bar never taking his eyes off her. She was doing it on purpose he knew she was.

And fuck did he hate it.

💋💋💋💋💋💋

His hands never left my waist as we “danced”

“Your really cute you know” I whispered biting down on his ear lightly

“Oh really?” Ez mumbled his hands roaming further down my body

“I love you Ez but get your hands off her now.” Angel snapped walking over

I turned my head to look at him as a smirk formed on my face “But we’re having fun”

He grabbed my wrist dragging me to the bathroom before quickly slamming the door shut backing me against the sink.

“You think it’s cute acting like a slut?” He questioned sliding his hands up my skirt

“Mm your brother seems to like it”

That’s all it took for the switch in him to flip. His hands went to her shirt ripping it off throwing it to the floor doing the same with her skirt.

“No panties or bra? Fucking whore.” He spat attaching his lips to hers his hands sliding between her legs.

A whimper left her mouth as he pulled away sliding his finger inside her. “This pussy.” He paused picking up his pace his fingers moving faster inside her “Mine.”

He uses his other hand to cup one of her boobs lowering his mouth to suck on one momentarily before pulling away. “These boobs.” he smirked giving the other a soft kiss “Mine.”

“These beautiful lips” He whispered bringing his mouth to hers placing a sloppy kiss before pulling away “Mine.”

He pulled out his fingers from inside her before sucking her juices off his finger. When he finished he cupped her face with his hands forcing her to look at him “You belong to me.” He stated before smirking and leaving the bathroom

“Never forget who you belong to princess” He laughed before closing the door behind him.

I’d genuinely do anything this man told me to.

-hails🧸

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[your-space-brain]

Swallowed My Pride

Angel Reyes x Reader — One Shot

Gif does not belong to me.

Moved from @spacedbrainnn .

It had been months since you last saw him. It had been months since that last fight. The night he left was like the night your world did an entire flip. He left and made sure it was like he was never there in the first place.

Angel Ignacio Reyes. It was a fleeting love, fiery and hot until the very end, when it was a burned bridge. He broke you. He was your world, and then he ripped himself away in fear that you would be the next one that would burn him.

You accepted his every fault until he left. He left and took a piece of you with him, and you were never the same. The last thread, it was snipped.

You went from waiting on him to waiting tables day and night at two different jobs to rebuild your world. Every day and every night with hardly any sleep, to support yourself and get yourself out of Santo Padre.

“Thank you, honey.” An older white woman told you early one morning as you took her empty plate. You offered a smile as you turned away, taking the plates to the kitchen.

“I’m going out for a minute.” You told the line cook and stepped out the back after taking your apron off. Your work attire included all black, and you scuffed your shoe against the concrete as you pulled out your phone from your back pocket. It made the heat practically unbearable.

No messages, as usual, but you could distract yourself with some social media. That didn’t last too long as an oddly familiar sound of rumbling filled the air. It started soft and got closer and closer until it was practically on top of you — then, it cut.

It sounded like a hauntingly familiar person, and you looked up from your phone to a pair of dark eyes.

He stared you down as you swallowed and immediately went on defense. The way he looked at you with a burning ember between his lips felt like his hand was clutching around your heart and squeezing it.

“What are you doing here?”

“What’s it look like?”

“Why?” The immediate rebuttal was exasperated. “You can’t show up after months of no contact and want to talk.”

“Why can’t I?”

He was so fucking stubborn, kicking his bike on its stand before his heavy boots signified he was standing right in front of you. Intoxicating, burning smoke surrounded you before he flicked the cigarette away.

“Because it’s not right, Angel. We haven’t talked for a reason.”

“I can’t be with you anymore, [First name.]”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t give myself over. This life, this world, you don’t need to be in it. You need to get out of here. Go make something of yourself. You’re too good, amorcito.”

He seemed stunned that you held it against him, but who wouldn’t? He started an argument just to leave you, disappear in the night with his bag of things as if he were never there. The only thing that reminded you he existed was his cologne on the sheets and when it faded, so did he.

“I know.” He finally said, almost sheepish now as his dark eyes looked away. He shoved his hands in his pockets, making the chain on his wallet rattle.

“So why come here?”

“I gotta talk to you.”

“About what?” You were snappy, but for good reason. He hurt you, and his mere presence caused anxiety.

“Us.”

“There is no us, Angel.”

“Maybe I want there to be.” This shut you up, and shut you up fast. “If it isn’t too late.” He knew he was regretting it when he looked at you sleeping that night, thinking it was okay, but he was gone that next morning. “I think about you all the time. Your face is there when I sleep, I-I think about how you’d worry about me when I was gone, but, now nobody cares if I live or die out here.”

He was choking you up, the tears forming in your eyes as you shook your head. His calloused hand caressed your cheek and brought your face back to look at him.

“I’m crawling back to you. I’d… I’d take it all back if I could, dulcecito.” He promised. “You said it. I’d be back. Your memory is driving me crazy, reina.”

“Your words aren’t enough.”

He stared at you as a tear slipped out your eyes and he let out a breath before he slid down on both his knees before you. He didn’t beg, he just slid down and stared up at you. “You own me, querida.” He breathed, as your breath halted. “Yours, forever. If you just take me back and let me… let me fix it, I’ll do anything.”

— end —

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[happys-crazy-queen22]

Midnight Snacking

Gif credit @hvitserkk.

Kinda requested but not. Lol. @gunsknivesandplaid

Hope you all enjoy. The gif is the morning after for sure. He'd be so tired.

Taglist @nocturnalherb16. @jesseswartzwelder. @baylishh. @believinghurts. @ilovetaquitosmmmm. @mayans-mc. @ashestobeautifulwarrior. @twistnet. @mypridefulsoul27

Hopefully it won't get flagged but who knows. Enjoy it while you can.

Around midnight it was hotter than hell and your stomach started growling so you head down stairs to cool off and grab a bite to eat but it looked like someone already beat you to the refrigerator.

Coming up behind Bishop, he was bent over in his boxers going through the drawers trying to find something. You gave his butt a smack. Making him jump and hit his head on the rack above him.

"Oh shit". He growled, holding his head coming out of the refrigerator with a scowl until he saw you giggling.

"Sorry".

"Hey baby girl, what are you doing up so late"? He asked, rubbing his head.

"Same as you, hungry and need a cooling off. You okay"?

"I'm fine. But there isnt anything in here to eat. The guys cleaned us out". Bishop huffed.

"There's gotta be something. I'm starving". Bishop moved out of the way for you to see the refrigerator was clean. Except condiments. The whipped cream and chocolate syrup caught your eye.

"Found something". You grabbed them and sat them on the counter.

"Whipped cream and chocolate syrup"?

"Yeah, there's some spray cheese in here too". You grabbed the spray cheese and the jelly, sitting them on the counter as well.

"What are we supposed to do with those"? He asked with a laugh. Bishop wasnt the creative one in the relationship.

You rolled your eyes and motioned for Bishop to come to you.

"Yes, Mi Amor"? His eyes followed your hand as you picked up the chocolate syrup bringing it to his chest and squeezing a line across his chest. "What"? He questioned but quickly caught on when you took your tongue and licked it up.

"Delicious". You smirked licking your lips.

"I see what you got going on now". He grabbed the whipped cream and sprayed a dollop on your chest, right above your breasts. He took his long tongue and lapped his up. Making sure his tongue grazed your nipple hiding beneath your bra. Your body started to tingle, goosebumps formed on your arms. "Best whipped cream, I've ever had". He still licked the cream from his lips when you wrapped your arms around his neck and attacked his lips tasting the whipped chocolate he licked off of you.

Bishop grabbed your thighs and holster you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Never breaking the kiss. He sat you both on the floor beside the refrigerator. You whimpered when he broke the kiss to grab the stuff from the counter but you saw other condiments in the refrigerator and got those to try.

He sat down in front of you. Your legs tangled together as you looked each other in the eyes.

Bishop opened the lid to the jelly jar. "Loose the bra". His husky voice practically undid the bra itself. You threw it over the counter. The cool air from the refrigerator stiffened up your nipples. Making them little plump buttons.

Bishop let out a low growl. Your nipples were everything to him. He could suck on them day and night. He would if he could. They made his mouth water and his cock hard.

He gulped, taking his index and middle finger scooping out a finger full of jelly and smeared it around your nipple, getting a lump of jelly to stay on your nipple.

The jelly was cold, making more goosebumps form on your skin. Bishop placed his fingers at your lips, you sucked them into your mouth and sucked them clean. Bishop licked the jelly up from your breasts. His beard tickled you. You could hear him slurp up the lump of jelly and suck your nipple into his mouth. His suckle was hard. Your hand went to his curls and pulled on them. Bishop suckled harder. His fingers still in your mouth, going in and out of your mouth. Hitting the back of your throat.

"Fuck". A moan came to your lips when Bishop cupped your pussy over your panties. His middle finger wiggles against your clit. A smirk formed on his face as he let go of your nipple and kissed your lips. He removed his fingers from your mouth.

"My turn". You pushed him back against the counter side and pulled down his boxers. He lifted his butt to help. His cock sprung up as you pulled the waistband down.

"Fuck". Your hush voice made Bishop chuckle. Every time you saw his cock it was like the first time. He was a big man.

You grabbed the can of spray cheese and made his cock a little orange hat. Bishop actually giggled. It was adorable. Laughing during sex was the best.

"It's too cute to eat".

"Baby girl, you're so precious". Bishop grabbed your face and planted a kiss to your lips.

You grinned, going back to his cock. Wrapping your mouth around his tip you sucked off all the cheese. Licking up any that you missed. Bishop let out a moan.

"What else we got"? He ask, his head leaned back on the cabinet door as you continued to suck him off.

"Olives". You say between licking. "Cherries". Lick. "Mustard". Lick. "Caramel sauce". Lick. "Hot sauce". Lick lick suck.

"Come here and give me the olives". You raised a eyebrow at the odd condiment that he picked out.

You handed him the jar and came and sat on his lap. His cock poking your panty covered entrance.

"I'm going to make you something". Bishop took the orange piece out of the olive and opened the olive a bit, placing it on your hardened nipples. "Now you got olive nips". He busted out laughing as your tilted your head and rolled your eyes.

"Very funny". You playfully smacked his chest.

"Oh come on. I'm just playing". His teeth grazed your nipple as he took off the olive, eating them. His tongue swirl around your nipple, then he sucked.

You reached into the drawer beside Bishop and took out a towel and wiped off his cock to make sure you got everything off. Then slid your panties to the side and eased down on him. He stretched your walls but he felt amazing.

"Mmm, daddy". You sucked in your lip as you gently started to bounce. Bishop still attached to your nipple.

Your hands went to his locks and pulled. He let go of your nipple with a pop.

"Fuck, baby girl". Bishop held your hips as he began bucking up into you.

"Oh god, right there, daddy. Right there". Bishop hit a spot in you that was about to send you over the edge. You got off quickly with Bishop most of the time and he was usually quick to follow.

Bishop slowed his pace. His hands gripped your hips, digging his fingers into your skin.

You grabbed the caramel sauce and stuck your fingers into it, then smearing it all over your breast. Bishop let out a low growl. His tongue attacked your chest. Licking and flicking his tongue all over you. You were so hot, so wet, so turned on.

"Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me hard". You purred to Bishop. Your back arching so your breasts we closer to Bishops mouth. Bishop couldn't take it. His pace sped up. Your body shook and your boobs bounced as he fucked you hard. His mouth never leaving your skin.

"Shi- I'm cumming. I'm cumming". You screamed when your orgasm flooded you and Bishop. It was more than just trembling legs and fast heart beat. It was passion and lust. It was Bishop making you his.

"That's my baby girl". Bishop praised you as he kissed your lips. He loves when you cum. Your juices made him tingle and his beast kick in.

He didnt give you time to come down. He brought you back up. Another orgasm built up as his first was about to explode.

"Cum for me, daddy. Fill your little girl up with your daddy seed? Make me sleep with your cum drip out when I sleep"? Bishop growled, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pounded into you.

Sweat dripped down his body, it was already hot but Bishop was ten times hotter now. He was aching to cum.

"I'll fill you, make you mine for good". Bishop grunted, his load shooting in you and covering your walls with his seed. "Fucking hell". He grunted once more, pushing deeper inside you. You circled your clit as you came. Rocking your hips on his retracting cock.

"You're really trying to kill me". Bishops head fell against your chest with a chuckle. His panting make you giggle.

"Don't say that. I love you to much to kill you". You kissed his sweaty forehead.

"Well then, fucking until my heart gives out or dying of a heat stroke during sex, I guess that's the way to go. Mmmmm". Bishop wrapped his arms around you with a hum. He was content and relaxed. You giggle at his over dramaticness

"You're cute. How about we go take a cold shower and then go to bed? I'm full. In more ways than one". You laugh.

"Ha ha, Mi Amor. Help me up. I'm to tired". You got up and then helped Bishop up. He got up with a groan.

"I love you so much. We should do this again". You say on the way to the shower.

"There's another heat wave tomorrow. I'll meet you at the freezer tomorrow night. We have ice cream". Bishop wiggled his eyebrows. You loved this man so much, he would get hot and sticky for you at midnight.

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[kenzie30david]

My Protector

Pairing: Reader x Angel Reyes

Summary: You’re at a club and some guy tries to make a move on you not knowing you’re boyfriend’s been watching the entire time.

It’s a Friday night and you and Angel went to the club because you felt like dancing. The two of you had both had a long week and you made it your mission to make sure that your man was able to relax. Before you left the house you made sure you were going to be comfortable because you planned to dance your ass off. Going through your closet you decided on a black mini dress and matching high tops so your feet wouldn’t be killing you by the end of the night. After you had been dancing for a while Angel decided that it was time to get a drink and take a breath for a while; trying to convince you to go with him you kissed his lips softly and told him that you’d be fine on the floor while he was gone. Angel finally gave in after realizing that he wasn’t going to convince you to come with him and went to get a drink. Not two seconds after he left you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist. Knowing that Angel would not have been finished that fast you quickly turn around to figure out who has put their hands on you. “Damn princess, don’t you like fine tonight?” The guy was clearly a little drunk so you paid no mind to him. Scoffing you tried to walk away and find Angel but the dude grabbed your wrist. “Listen bitch, I came to dance with you so you can either dance with me willingly or I can make you dance. Your choice.” Caught off guard by how rough the man was being with you, you froze for a second. “Hey man the lady doesn’t look like she wants to dance with you so why dont you let her go.” Hearing your man’s voice you look behind the man that’s still got a hold of you and see a pissed-off Angel. “And why are you up in my business, I’m trying to convince my girl to stay a little longer.” Smirking because Angel knows damn well that you are his girl he looks at you “Hey mi amor, is this man messing with you?” Caught off guard by the fact that he’s addressing you the man turns to you. “I’m sorry I don’t think he knew that I was already someone else’s girl.” The man’s face went from confused to mad as he turned completely to face Angel. “If she was my girl I wouldn’t let her dress like that because she just looks like she trying to get a man’s attention. I mean that is what she’s trying to do.” Angel was beyond pissed at this point because no one ever gets to disrespect his woman. You know Angel’s facial expressions but before you were able to stop him you see his fist collide with the man’s face. Watching the man fall to the floor clearly out cold you walk over to Angel. He looks down at you with a soft expression. You slide your little hand around his kissing his knuckles to make sure he’s okay. “Well, at least I know you’ll always be there to protect me” Smiling at you  “Y/N you are my world and I won’t ever let a man treat you like that. How about we go home so I can show my lade how she deserves to be treated?” Smirking at you noticing the blush that creeps onto your cheeks you bury your head in his chest.  He kisses the top of your head and whispers, “Te amo mi amor.” You look up at him and smile “Yo tambien te amo!”

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[imagineredwood]

Get Some Sleep

Summary: Your neighbor Angel is very protective. Very.

Pairing: Angel Reyes x reader

Warnings: Dark/yandere Angel, mentions of a mean ex, breaking and entering technically, blood

A/N:I...I don't know where this came from. It just happened as I conjured up ideas about being chased in the woods 👀

You blink once.

Twice.

A third time.

Then a fourth.

Your eyes seeing the scene in front of you clearly, yet your brain entirely unable to process what being fed into it. There’s a man sitting across the room in your chair but it’s dark, and you can’t see who it is. It’s just a shadow, shoulders broad, one leg brought up bent to rest crossed against the other knee. You can hear your heart’s every beat in your ears, pounding in your fear. You sit still, unsure what else to do, hoping that it’s just a pile of clothes that looks super scarily like a figure.

But you emptied all of the clothes out of that chair today when you were cleaning.

“Hello?”

Your voice sounds foreign, raspy and stupid.

If this were a horror movie, you’d be laughing at the girl on screen. But you don’t know what else to do. And just when you’re sure that you’re simply hallucinating, a voice answers you back.

“Hi, baby.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and despite your brain recognizing the voice, you can’t put a face to it. The term of endearment has a shiver running through you and you reach over to turn on the lamp in a panic. You spin your head back, a whimper dying in your throat as you can see him fully now.

“Angel.”

He smiles tightly, then it’s gone again, eyes dark as they keep staring at you.

Your panic settles, thankful that it isn’t a knife wielding stranger in your home, watching you while you sleep. Eyes settling down to his hand, you catch the glint of metal.

No, it’s just a knife wielding neighbor that’s watching you while you sleep. The question leaves your lips before you can stop it.

“What are you doing?”

You tried to keep your voice even but it’s shaky on the last word. You can see small splatters of red something dried on his knuckles, a few on his cheek. He shrugs, eyes still on you.

“Your ex showed up. Tried to get in.”

You swallow, the mere mention of the cruel man making your heart quicken again. Angel doesn’t allow you time to fret.

“He’s gone. I took care of it.”

He lets his crossed leg slide back down until both booted feet are flat on the floor, his body straightening out a bit.

“He won’t come here again. He won’t ever hurt you again. I promise. You don’t have to worry about him.”

It’s a whirlwind of emotions as you try to convince yourself that maybe he doesn’t mean what you think he means. Feeling relief, yet worry at the same time.

“What did you do, Angel?”

His eyes are soft as they look at you, if not a little unhinged.

“Don’t worry, mi amor. Nothing for you to worry about.”

You swallow and the noise is audible in the silence of the room. He sucks his teeth and then stands, putting the knife back in it’s sheath, stalking towards you. He won’t hurt you. You’re almost certain. But his walk is still reminiscent of whatever happened while you were asleep, and you swallow again as he comes up to the side of the bed, towering over you. His clean hand is gentle as it presses against your chest right below your throat and pushes you to lie back down.

Your head is swimming, foggy from the rush of adrenaline and remnants of sleep, still wondering how your beautifully rugged neighbor has managed to get into your home and what transpired in your home when he caught your ex trying to slither his way inside. You stare up at him from your pillow as his hands come to tug at the cord of your lamp, switching it back off and leaving you in the dark, only the moonlight illuminating his face.

“Get some sleep. You’ll be safe.”

When you wake up again, it’s nearly 8AM and the night’s events come flooding back in, your body sitting up straight, eyes immediately going over to the chair in the corner. You breathe out a huff when you find it empty, and you wonder if maybe it had only been a dream. A weird, hyper-realistic dream. There’s no sign of the biker neighbor who always seems to be there whenever you need help and you’re convinced that maybe, your brain has made the entire thing up. You stand, making your way to the bathroom, washing your face, and brushing your teeth. You go about your morning routine like normal, eyes searching for evidence every now and then, but you don’t find anything to suggest that you were anything over than alone last night. You chuckle, almost embarrassed, thinking of how ridiculous the entire thing is. It isn’t until you’re at the sink getting breakfast ready that you notice a bulky silver ring sitting in the dish, left to dry and looking extremely clean.

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[dallianceangel]

𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 💀

summary: in which happy pays you a late-night visit to your dorm room.

pairing: happy lowman x fem!reader

word count: 331.

warnings: swearing.

author's note: i found this prompt on google and decided to run with it, attempting to write without taking too many breaks. here's the result, i hope you enjoy x

💨 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 💨

After attending yet another rowdy club party, you call it a night at around 11PM.

Settling yourself underneath the covers in your dorm room, you close your eyes and immediately relax. It's not until you hear the door open and close and footsteps coming closer towards you that you open your eyes, finding your secret boyfriend standing next to the bed.

“Have you got a death wish?” you ask Happy, knowing full well what would happen if your Dad, Clay, was to find out that a fellow Son is in a relationship with his long-lost daughter.

He whispers back. “Maybe.”

You know he's not a man of many words, but you have come to understand him in ways that others don't, seeing a side to him that he's never shown to anybody else. Happy doesn't need to say a thing for you to know what he wants, you can just sense it.

“Five minutes, that's all you're getting.”

He smiles. “Thank you.”

Settling himself in his favourite place—your arms—you can't help but smile. You never thought Happy would prefer to be the little spoon, but he surprisingly does. Pressing a loving kiss to the top of his head, Happy breathes a sigh of contentment in response. If life had a pause button that could make this moment last for as long as possible, Happy would press it.

“I fucking love you, Happy Lowman.”

“I fuckin' love you, baby girl.”

Losing track of time is what the pair of you do best. Five minutes pass, and you're still spooning. Every single second that he's here is a risk, but neither of you have the courage to part ways for the night. It seems that nothing can tear you both away from each other, until something does.

“Did you just fart, Hap?”

He whispers back. “Yes.”

“It's okay, release your demons.”

You soon come to regret what you've just said, as he lets rip and ultimately leaves your room stinking to high heaven.

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[kindnessisweakness2]

Masterlist!!

Delusional (Jax Teller X OC!)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28

*** (Jax Teller X OC!) - Havent worked out a name for this yet!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Perfect Chaos (Angel Reyes X OC!) 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

You Were A Bet (Angel Reyes X OC)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 

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[ravennaortiz]

Number 9. "Will you let me take you out?" Let's go with either Angel or Juice. I feel like either one of those two would do well with this prompt. I'm probably going to send another one after this one.

Oooooo, I get to choose? Let's go with Angel this time :). Thank you for the request! I hope you like this!

"Thought you had a date with your hot shot lawyer" stated Coco as he slunk down in the chair next to you making Angel snort and roll his eyes. "Stood me up" you replied irritably as Angel mumbled something under his breath. He had been prickly ever since you had called him to pick you up an hour ago. Coco sipped on his beer regretting having sat down as the tension between you and Angel choked him.

"That sucks. Hope your kicking him to the curb" offered Coco his eyes darting from you to Angel. "Should have done that the first or second time" muttered Angel as he crossed his arms giving you a pointed look. "Screw you. You didn't have to come get me" you snapped your jaw clenched in anger. Angel was the one person you had always been able to seek comfort in and tonight he was acting like you were dirt.

Coco delivered a swift kick to Angel hoping to knock some sense in to his friends head. He knew Angel was secretly in to you and hadn't wanted to test the waters and lose you. So he had ben secretly pining for years and watching you get mistreated had apparently taken its toll. Angel shot Coco a look and was about to say something when you pushed your chair back standing up.

"Where are you going?" called Angel as you stormed away from the table. "Home" you snapped not turning back to him. "Your not walking its late and raining" stated Angel leaning forward on the table. "Not like you care" you replied hand on the door knob. Angel scowled before slamming his fist down on the table. "Will you just let me take you out? Show you how you should be getting treated." the words flying out of his mouth before he could really think. You paused not fully believing what you had heard. "What did you say?" you asked turning to look at him your eyes meeting his.

"Will you let me take you out?" repeated Angel his tone softer and pleading as he watched you.

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[saturnville]

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.

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[your-space-brain]

The Space Between

Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes x Reader - One Shot

Gif does not belong to me.

Moved from @spacedbrainnn

The way he looked at you could’ve melted a nun. His dark eyes were so brooding, with so many thoughts trapped behind them that he just couldn’t voice. His complicated mind held so many trapped notions that wouldn’t forth from his lips. He was given the curse of remembering everything.

You were his object of affection. He looked at you and the corners of his lips turned up, the subtle action lighting up his whole face. You watched him walk to you and raise his hand, to touch your fingertips to his.

You did the same, touching your fingertips to his rough ones, if it wasn’t for the clear barrier between you of glass. Instead, you were met with the smooth coolness, and he pulled his hand back as quickly as it was put up.

You could never be too sure in prison. There were eyes and ears everywhere, and as EZ picked up the black phone, so did you.

“Hey, mi ciela.” The phone receiver was pressed close to his mouth, so he could talk lower, so the others didn’t hear. He didn’t need you used as a weapon against him on the inside. His voice slowly soothed your nervous system.

“Hey, EZ.”

“How are you doing out there?”

“It’s lonely.”

“…I know.”

He didn’t regret taking the heat for the Reaper Run. He didn’t regret the beating that he got from the cops. He regretted leaving his heart behind on the outside.

“Have you been taking the money that I told Angel to give you?”

“Do I ever?”

He exhaled, a faint chuckle leaving his lips. You never did. You were so stubborn. You were about as headstrong as he was, if not more. If the situation was different, you’d argue with him.

“You need to. It’s my money.”

“I’m not worried about me, I’m worried about you.”

“I’m good, miel, I’m good.”

“There’s money on your books?”

“Yes. Don’t worry about me. I got me, querida.”

“I know, but…” There was a moment of silence, your desperate eyes looking at his calmer, more stoic ones. “Are you keeping busy in there?”

“I try. They rip books down the spine so you only get part of them. Kind of hard to read a book when you start and stop right in the middle.”

You frowned, and changed the subject again. “Does it hurt bad?” You asked of the marrings on his skin from the police batons.

“Not too bad. Reminds me to keep moving.”

“Did they—”

“Reyes.”

They didn’t need to say it. Time’s up. 5 minutes, once a week. Your heart jumped in your throat as he stood.

“I love you.” You were desperate. He looked you right in your eyes, and you knew he wouldn’t say it.

‘I love you.’ He mouthed, before nodding as if to confirm it before he turned away. You could never be too careful. Showing emotion just got you hurt in there. 604,800 seconds, you would wait, just to get your 300 seconds with him.

— end —

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[volvaofowls]

Mayans crushing on/ being infatuated with a younger reader

This is my first time writing for Mayans. I know there are many fans of the show but I feel like there is not enough people writing for it and showing it love.  

Note:  I roughly guessed what the guys ages would be at the beginning of the series based on their apperance and actors' ages. I would love to know how old you think they are!

Bishop – 49  

Taza – 62  

Tranq – 44  

Riz – 37  

Creeper – 41  

Gilly – 36  

Coco – 34  

Angel – 30  

Ez – 26 

Bishop – He didn’t have any qualms about his attraction to you in the beginning. Walking up to you when you were at the clubhouse and flirting with you, saying it was good to see you around. He didn't think too much about it, he likes the way he feels when you are responding to him in a positive way. Bishop lies to himself, he doesn’t purposefully seek you out in the crowd, but Taza points it out for him - "Don't worry Prez, your girl is outside, having a smoke with Gilly". - And that phrase hits him; the fact that someone has noticed his interest in you, and more so called you "his girl" - that spreads warmth in his chest. He wants you to be his girl, but he is not sure how you feel about it. Sure you reciprocate his attention, smile at him and spend more time with him than other members of MC, but it doesn't mean you want anything more with him than friendship. The age gap is large, Bishop could be your father; and the potential comments that would follow make him shrudder, yet the thought of you in his arms makes him think that he could deal with being the butt of the jokes for some time.

Taza – Taza thought that love is not for him anymore. But the familiar butterflies are starting to dance in his belly again when you laugh at his joke. He loves the feeling of it, but the moment he realises it he gets scared. He is not ready for it, he didn’t think it is possible, he is too old and commited too many sins to be rewarded with these emotions. Taza wonders what he can possibly offer you? His life is filled with violence and loneliness.But then he takes out his phone and sees your name across the screen Che thinks that maybe he can give it a try.  

Tranq – Tranq is a rough man, for the majority of his life he had only his mother and the club. He is "El Pacificador", a giant of a man, always in the epicentre of fights. Even though he is not the loudest and meanest in the club he thinks he might be too imposing for you, scare you away. Let alone the fact that he is in his 40's. Still, when he is next to you Hank’s increased heart beat drowns out the doubts. Against his wishes the softer side of him comes out. The way you lean on Tranq's shoulder when you are tipsy, or when you ask specifically for his help with your car makes him feel special, and he never wants to let go of this feeling. Quite the opposite, he feels insatiable, he is hungry for your affection and Hank wants more of it. He is not a greedy man, he shares everything in life with his club, but you are someone Hank wants to keep all to himself.

Riz – Michael has been disillusioned with life long ago, many people in his life shunned him; only in the brotherhood of Mayans did he find the solace. Riz craves love, family and companionship is something he always secretly wanted. Maybe that's why he was always a ladies man - trying to fill a void in his life with someone, something. When he met you for the first time, it was hard to avert his eyes from you. You were like the smell of rain in summer before the thunder strikes, Riz felt that when you stepped into the clubhouse you brought change with you, and it was just for him, and he welcomes this feeling with an open heart.

Riz knows he likes what he is seeing and he wants you to like him as well. He just needs his chance to prove that he can make it work, and he does what he does best, trying to smooth talk you. Offering you a drink and showering in compliments. He wants you to have a good time with him, he sure does with you. Once you jokingly called him an "old man", Riz quickly shot back that he prefers "daddy" instead, laughing at your shy expression. Age is not a problem for him, not when it comes to you and what the two of you could have, and he is willing to show it to you.

Creeper – Creeper didn’t really think that romantic love was for him. Since childhood there was nothing but darkness staining his life, like he is punished for doing something in his past life and can never repent. So Neron never expects gifts from live; he takes, but only gives. He gives his loyalty and time to his club and he gives his love to you, Creeper doesn't feel like he is allowed to receive any back from you.

Neron feels disgusted with himself and his want for you. You are almost too clean for him, Creeper doesn't have the right to mess you up. He tries to avoid you, but it’s as if you are always seeking him out, sipping on water with him at the parties, forgoing the alcohol. All the time you are asking him about his tattoos, and one time while planning your own you reach out and touch his forearm where a faces of women are depicted. Neron feels burned, but its amazing, he wants to keep your hands there, on him, interested in him. He is scared of rejection, he wants your love, he is ready to trade anything in his poor life in order to be yours.

Gilly – Gilly is know for “disarming” ladies, but it was a shock to him when you swooped into his heart and disarmed him. This young woman, too young for him comes and can out-do him in telling dirty jokes? Who are you? And you are playfully offering to arm-wrestle him, losing instantly. But he loves it, he feels like a teenager again, trying to show off infront of you. You have him wrapped around your finger and you don't even realise it. Other guys are teasing him in good fun, but when one day Coco jokes “you better act up brother or all the younger ones will steal her from under your old nose” Gilly laughs with him but it makes him think “oh shit…. I don’t wanna lose her to anyone”.

Coco – He was a little apprehensive at first about his feelings for you. You have less of an age difference with Letty than with him. He thinks that what he is feeling for you is wrong, even if you are a grown person. Coco always tried to stay away from the things that he cares for, it’s easier that way, he doesn't hurt anyone but only himself that way. You are precious to him, you care for him and Letty seems to like you. He already made all the guys in the club aware that he is interested in you and not to treat you badly. When members from other charters come and you are there, he makes sure to be near you or to keep an eye on you. You should be treated with the outmost respect and gentleness. Gentleness is a funny word for Coco; mainly because nothing in his life is, but he wants to learn it for you.

Angel – Angel stopped caring what other people think long time ago. He feels like he always has to prove himself to others and its never enough. So when you praise him, Angel can't even stop himself, he is floored. You think he is amazing, and you support him when he has a bad day. You are younger, but he feels like he has to look up to you. You are showing him the way of how to live life without being afraid of rejection. Angel thought he is brave, but he relearns the defenition of it when he is with you. He doesn't see the age gap between you as a boundary, because there is so much you bring to his life. And Angel wants for the first time in his life too repay that affection, he wants to make it his mission to worship you and elevate you. You are his guardian angel.

Ez – He hasn't been lucky in love, EZ knows he falls in love fast and hard, but with you he feels like he is falling even harder. Even though your age gap is not too big, he feels like you have whole life ahead of you, he doesn't want you to be tied to him. There is so much you could be doing, travelling, things that EZ cannot join you on. But he is aching for you to choose him over everything else, although he will never admit it, as it will be too selfish. It feels like his life is fixable when you are together and he doesn’t have to just survive anymore, with you he can live.

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[kenzie30david]

Little Reyes

Pairing: Bishop x Reader

Summary: You’ve started hanging with Angel and his crew more meaning you’re spending more time with Bishop. 

Tonight was like any other night.  Angel picked you up and the two of you rode over to the scrap yard. You hear Angel’s motorcycle pull up outside your door so you eagerly walk and do one more check in the mirror before you walk outside. You scan your outfit noting your crimson tank top you’ve paired with a pair of black jean shorts and your combat boots. When Angel sees what you’re wearing he shakes his head. “There ain’t no way in hell Imma let you go to the scrap yard looking like that. Go back and change.” Shaking your head no you hopped onto the back of his bike and headed to the party. When you arrived at the scrap yard you looked around and see that all of the guys were there but you were only looking for one person in particular. Once you spotted him you could already see that his eyes were on you. “Damn mamita you’re looking good tonight.” You turn and see Coco staring at you. Before you could respond you hear a thud and see Bishop’s hand come in contact with the back of his head. “That is not how you talk to women dumb ass.” Coco huffs as the rest of you burst out laughing. You slowly walk toward Bishop you see a glimmer in his eyes. “Thanks for coming to my rescue. Although I could have handled his drunk ass.” Your response causes a chuckle to fall from Bishop’s lips. “I know hermosa, but this gave me an excuse to come talk to you. And tell you that you look very beautiful tonight.” You see him eye you up and down biting his lip, “Damn mami, why you gotta do this to me?” Confused by his actions and words, you tilt your head to the side, unsure what to make of his comment. Without saying a word Bishop takes your hand and leads you to Templo. You felt special because you knew this is off off-limits to most, except the MC, or those who did be there. He lets you enter first before shutting the door and turning to face you. “Obispo?” He groans hearing you use his actual name. He just slowly starts walking towards you. “Why are you walking over here like that?” you asked your voice almost a whisper as your heart rate got hella fast. “Because if I ran youd leave.” His voice was low but almost sincere. When he was face to face with you one of his hands landed on your waist his grip secure as the other brushed some hair behind your ear. “Look Y/N, I know that you’re Angel and EZs sister and you’re basically off limits. But I can’t do this anymore.” He sighed almost defeated. “Do what?” “Pretend that my heart doesn’t start to race when you enter a room, or that I smile whenever I hear you laugh. That when you say my name it’s like all of the air is taken from my lungs.” You’re left speechless as you stand there facing the man that you’ve grown to love. After your silence Bishop takes a step back turning to leave, before he can you grab his hand and pull him towards you. More confident than you have ever been, you stand on your tip toes and press your lips against his. The two of you just stand there unsure of how to proceed. After a minute Bishop presses you back so you are now seated on the table, he takes his stop between your legs. With a little support, you wrap your legs around him wanting to be as close to him as you can while still not letting go of the kiss. The two of you are so caught up in what’s happening that you don’t hear the door open. “What the actual fuck?” You and Bishop quickly pull away from each other and turn to see where the voice came from. When you turned you see a pissed Angel and a confused EZ. Angel starts to walk towards the two of you causing Bishop to step in front of you protectively. “Serious;y Y/N, the prez?” Bishop scoffs but before he can respond you step in front of him. “Actually, yes. This man has treated me better than anyone ever has. He’s taken care of me. He makes me feel seen and like someone actually cares about me. I don’t think I could have seen myself with him because he is El Presidente and I knew you would flip your shit. But I don’t give two fucks,. I love him and there’s nothing that you can do about it.” Everyone goes quiet hearing you confess your feelings for their Prez. You turn to look at Bishop, his eyes wide in shock. “Querida, you love me?” Nodding your head you walk closer to him. “Yes mi amor, te amo con todo me corazon.” You kiss him gently hearing the guys gag. “Alright you two, get a fucking room. Just because y’all are together doesn’t mean the rest of us should have to see it. “Love you too Angel” you shouted as everyone left you and Bishop alone in Templo. “SO querida I have to tell you something.” Bishop looks at you very seriously. “Yes?” Leaning in so his lips are close to your ears “I love you too” Smiling wide y/n jumps into his arms giggling like a little kid on Christmas. 

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[bullet-prooflove]

Problem Child: Angel Reyes x Reader

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Sequel to Valeria

Ten minutes…

Ten minutes is what you allow yourself to grieve, to cry, to feel all of the emotions that are coursing through your system in the aftermath of the revelation that Angel has a daughter.

It’s agony, this feeling in your chest. You’ve felt it before after your Nana died and you feel it again as you sit in your car outside of Angel’s house. Your chest’s tight, and you think about that baby, left all alone on the porch, the same way you were all those years ago.

Anything could have happened. Someone else could have taken her, the two of you may have decided to go out instead, Angel may have come over to yours. Lord knows how long she could have been out there. These are the thoughts that ramble through your head as you sit there with both hands on the steering wheel staring straight ahead.

There is no doubt that the baby is Angel’s. You’ve seen pictures of him as a child and Valeria is the spitting image of him. You wonder where this leaves the two of you, if Skylar genuinely couldn’t cope or if she did this to teach him a lesson.

She’s your problem now… The letter had read.

Barely a couple of weeks old and already labelled a problem.

You think your mother must have said something similar to your Nana when she’d dropped you off.

You wipe the tears away from your cheeks with the back of your hand, before tilting the rearview mirror to face you. You stare back at your reflection and take a deep breath.

You know what you have to do, someone needs to take control because you know right now that Angel isn’t in a condition to do it. You can’t imagine what this must feel like for him, you know he’s not going to cope, not on his own. He needs some stability, someone who can remain firm, who can guide him when he falters.

You pick up your phone and thumb through the contacts until you find the name that you’re searching for.

“Felipe. It’s me.” You say when he picks up the phone. “Angel needs you.”

***

You’re not coming back. Angel knows that and it devastates him. It feels like his whole life is crashing down around his head, like he can’t catch a second to breath. He cradles the baby to his chest, his lips brushing over her soft skin. He has to push all of that aside, he has to think about Valeria because she has to be his priority right now.

His gaze comes to rest on his father. Felipe is seated at the kitchen table, the letter from Skylar clasped in his hands as he studies it.

“Lila’s not coming back.” Angel says quietly.

“Give her time.” Felipe says as he sets the letter down. “It’s a lot to take in.”

Angel shakes his head because he knows this is too much. He can’t ask you to take on a baby. The two of you have never talked about kids. He didn’t know if you wanted them or not. He figured there would be plenty of time to figure that out later.

He’s surprised when he hears the key in the lock. You mutter a curse as your hip bumps against the door handle, crossing over the threshold with a bassinet tucked under your arm and several bags filled with God knows what.

“Give Valeria here.” Felipe says, raising to his feet and reaching out for the baby. “Go help her.”

He’s already in motion, his heart thudding against his rib cage as he catches one of the bags just as it slips from your grasp. He takes note of the diapers and formula, before he takes the bassinet from you.

“I managed to get this stuff from Carmen, she keeps a bunch of it aside for new parents who are struggling to make ends meet.” You explain as you haul the other bags with you into the kitchen. “Bishop was there, he had a lot of questions, but I told him you’d call him tomorrow. He seemed to be ok with that.”

Angel doesn’t even know where to begin. The words catch in his throat and there’s an ache in his chest as he looks at you because even now, you’re still taking care of him, not just him but Valeria too.

“I think we have everything we need for tonight.” You say as you set the bags down on the table. “I can get the rest of the stuff on my list when the stores open up in the morning.”

“I thought…”

“I needed a minute.” You tell him quietly. “You know what happened to me, Valeria being dropped off like that…” You don’t have to say anything else. Angel gets it and so does Felipe. “I want to be there for her and for you. I want to be part of this little family.”

“Are you sure?” he asks you quietly, his thumb tracing over the blush of your cheek.

You nod your head before your arms wrap around his waist and you draw him close. It feels good to have you back in his arms, he finds the gesture reassuring. You’ve always been a port in a storm for him and the fact you’re here right now soothes him more than he would ever admit to anybody else.

“Yea.” You tell Angel, your fingertips toying with the buttons on his shirt. “I want this, I want this with you.”

“Ok Mi Reina.” Angel murmurs as a smile ghosts across his lips. “Let’s do it. Let’s be a family.”

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4. Stars ✨

Summary: EZ is president now and with that new control over the club has come new control over you.

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female reader

Warnings: 18+ Sexual content MDNI, PIV sex, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation-(everything is consensual but the reader does ask him to stop due to overstimulation, not because she is no longer consenting), EZ talking the reader through it a little condescendingly

Word count: 745

A/N: Named it Stars because that what the 🍆 has you seeing in this one 🥰 Could potentially be seen as a little OOC for EZ, I just went with more of his personality from the later seasons. The more ruthless EZ as opposed to the usual characteristic early on cinnamon roll EZ 🫣 Also none of the other women that he’s been with on the show exist in this timeline so the reader is his first valentine since getting released.

"I can't, I can't, I can't-"

EZ chuckled at your breathless voice, high-pitched, whiny, and desperate as you pushed at his shoulders, trying to earn some reprieve. The vibration against your clit ran a shiver through you, a quiet sob pushing past your lips at the overstimulation. You weren't sure how many times he had made you come now.

You had stopped counting after six.

It was Valentine's Day, and with his time in prison, EZ hadn't had a Valentine to spoil in quite some time. But he had you this year and he had pulled out all of the stops. Breakfast in bed, spending the day together doing the hobbies of your choice, a fancy dinner at your favorite restaurant, and now that you were both home, he had spent the last 45 minutes with his face buried in your pussy eating you like a man starved.

It had been great at first, like always, but somewhere around the fifth orgasm, it had somewhat lost its novelty as you shook and spasmed over and over. He took some pity, opting to move his mouth to your inner thighs, leaving kisses and soft bites while his fingers worked into you instead. He'd given your swollen clit some safety from the abuse for a good few minutes, long enough to help you settle. Just to bring his full lips to it once more, suckling and kissing, your thighs casing tightly around his head.

But he simply laughs again, taking true pleasure in your overstimulation. His goatee has rubbed your lips raw and he pouts slightly as the small welts of irritation that ripple the texture of your sensitive skin.

"Poor baby."

He runs a finger over your slit, shaking his head at the way your hips jerk.

"I can't, EZ. I'm s-serious. I can't...I can't...no more..."

You're having trouble forming words, your brain turned into mush long ago. The Mayan president gets up from his prone position, a kink in his neck that he ignores. He's sitting up on his knees, looking down at you with pride and adoration, his mouth and beard glistening in copious amounts of your slick and his spit. His hand is unceremonious as it comes up to wipe at his mouth, his eyes darker than you ever remember seeing them. Ever since he's taken the gavel, he's been this way. More rough. Primal. Feral even.

And now that he has reduced you to an incoherent babbling mess, he finally grips his cock, thick and solid and leaking, just to tap it sadistically against your puffy pussy. He runs the underside over your clit, reveling in the small hiss you let out at the contact, cooing at you as he does.

"You're ok. You can take it. I know you can. You can be strong for me, right? Can't you?"

His tone was babying yet condescending and you blinked the tears out of your eyes, your head nodding softly. He grinned and leaned down to press his lips to yours, his tongue dominant as it pushed against yours, your taste still in his mouth. He pulled away after a moment more and took hold of himself once again, cock pushing through your lips easily, back and forth, back and forth, your hole clenching on nothing on nothing every time he grazed over your clit.

He finally sunk into you without warning, slow and steady until he was buried within you fully. He leaned his weight on top of you, burly arms coming up to rest on either side of your head, encasing you. His lips kissed and sucked at your jaw as he gave you a moment to adjust, his left hand fisted into your hair. Not pulling or tugging, but ensuring he kept you just where he wanted you. He pulled his hips back then, all the way until he had almost slipped out of you, and then sank all the way back in. Your thighs trembled as they rested against his waist, your breathing shallow and ragged and he continued those strokes, making you see stars.

You made noises that EZ assumed might've been meant to sound like words, but they were unintelligible, so he paid them no mind.

"There you go, baby. That's my good girl. Look how good you take all of me."

You whimpered and nodded, your brain as scrambled as your insides, you having no choice but to lay there and take everything he gave you.

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