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thisreadswhatever · 1 year

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His Best Friend's Sister

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 2.2k

[summary]: as Opie’s little sister, you never really had a chance with Jax. but with a plan to make him jealous one night at Diosa, you're hoping you can change all of that.

[cw]: 18+, flirting, slight angst, smut, younger reader (just out of college), pet names, oral f receiving, choking, biting, mildly rough sex, spelling/grammar errors throughout

[an]: this is based off of this request (thank you!) - it took so long to finish as i was struggling to write for awhile. it’s not as rough smut wise as it could’ve been but for my first one in a few months it could’ve been worse. anyways now it’s complete i think it may be one of my favourite things i’ve wrote for jax! hope you enjoy. requests are always welcomed - they really help me gain some confidence in my writing. if you’d like to be tagged in future works please lmk :)

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, brother?”

Jax was perched against the door of the men’s bathroom in Diosa.

“If my sister’s going to be with any outlaw, I guess it’s better off being my best friend.”

Jax was amused at this, smirking as he pushed Opie in the shoulder. “As far as outlaws I’d say I’m a pretty big catch.”

Opie scoffed while he zipped up his jeans, “Just don’t break her heart, or I’ll have to break your jaw.” Jax grinned at his best friend, “fair enough.”

You’d known Jax since you were both little kids, and between him and Opie, you always felt like just the pestering little sister, even if you were only two years younger than them. Once you’d graduated college and moved back to Charming, you’d realised just how much you liked Jax. He wasn’t like any guy you’d met at college, and you were crushing.. hard. It had been weeks of playing it cool, and you were done with the act. Tonight you had put on your best dress for Chib’s birthday party at Diosa, and you were going to make Jax see you weren’t just Opie’s annoying little sister anymore.

He walked in from the back rooms with Opie, laughing and running his hands through his hair, rings on every other finger. There was just something about Jax. You pretended you didn’t see him, but any chick with eyes would’ve looked. Melissa, one of the Diosa girls that you’d recently become friends with, had noticed him arrive too.

“Well if your plan doesn’t work in that dress, you got no chance.”

You’d wore the sexiest dress you had, a black short formed velvet dress with tiny straps and the tightest push up bra you could find.

“It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve worn a dress in front of him. He probably won’t notice me at all.”

Nonetheless, you did what you could to catch his eye. You shimmied on your seat towards the bar to make sure Jax could see you, and maybe he could catch a glimpse of your best assets flaunting with the help of your bra. You glanced over at him, wishing he’d glance back so you could lock eyes, yet he was clearly preoccupied by the heated discussion Tig and Bobby were having.

Melissa sighed, “we gotta go for plan B.”

You had no clue what she meant. “Hey Lucas, get over here.” You shifted your view from Jax to her, shocked by whatever she was conjuring up.

“What the fuck are you doing Melissa?”

“You want Jax to notice you?”

“By talking to a prospect?”

“Just shut up and do what I say.” If she wasn’t your closest friend here, you would’ve punched her. Lucas had only been a prospect with the club for a few months, he was shy and in your opinion, a little too innocent looking to be an outlaw. He stood beside your table, unsure what it was he was there for.

“Hey ladies. What can I do for ya?”

“Why don’t you sit down? We don’t bite.” Poor Lucas was melting at the flirty smile Melissa flashed his way. He shrugged and wedged himself on the empty chair placed at the edge of the table, right beside you. You almost felt bad for him.

Almost. Because it was that very moment that you glanced at Jax, and realised he was looking over now, directly at you, smiling while sipping his beer. Your heart started to race.

“What do you think of y/n’s dress?” She must’ve really wanted you to punch her. How the fuck was this going to get you Jax? Lucas pulled at the collar of his shirt, clearly wary that whatever the answer, he was in for it.

“It’s smokin’. Is that all you called me over here for?” Melissa nudged you on the side, pushing you closer to Lucas. “We just thought you may wanna get to know y/n a little better. Seeming as you’re new to the club and all.” You weren’t sure if Lucas looked delighted at the attention or like he wanted to run for the hills.

Melissa whispered in your ear, “It’s working.”

You looked over your shoulder back to the bar, and she was right, Jax hadn’t taken his eyes off you. You decided to play into it a little more. “Hey Lucas, did you know there’s a room out the back that is completely sound proofed?” Melissa gawked at your blunt question. Okay, maybe that was too far. “Umm.. no...” You leaned into him, placing your hand on his leg. “Yep, wanna see?” Lucas gulped and stood up. “Sure, why not.” You smiled at him and held your hand out for him to take, and you both headed towards the back rooms. You didn’t so much as peak at Melissa, but you did look at Jax. He was still watching, as you left the lobby, hand in hand with Lucas.

“This is the room. Pretty cool, huh?” You walked along the velvet wall frame, covered in grey foam squares. The room was large and full of red silk and tapestry. Lucas trailed behind you, closing the door as he followed. “Why would there be sound proofing at a massage parlour?” You laughed, the poor kid really was as naive as he was innocent. “This isn’t a massage parlour, silly.” You were about to explain, until there was a loud knock at the door. Before anyone could answer it, Jax walked in. “Club business out back, prospect. Tig’s looking for you.” Lucas practically ran, nodding at Jax as he left, slamming the door behind him.

And just like that, you were alone. With Jax. For the first time. Ever.

“Hi, Jax.” was all you could get out.

“Hey there, darlin.”

“Club business? Now?” You sat down on the edge of the bed, brutally aware of how high the skin on your thighs were now exposed from the already too short dress. Jax ignored your question as he sat down right next to you, twirling a lighter in his hands. “What exactly were you doing in here with the prospect?” You couldn’t lie to Jax, you were smart enough to know he’d see right through it. You also couldn’t tell him how you’d used the poor innocent soul to make him jealous either. “He wanted to see the room. I was being courteous.” Jax couldn’t contain the laughter now, “Courteous? He looked like his face was gonna melt off.”

Jax stood up and leaned back on his heels, plainly drinking you in with his eyes.

“Were you always this hot?”

Your heart started to race again, crimson filled your cheeks, but you knew you had to play it cool. You narrowed your eyes at him, “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

Jax smiled back at you. “I never really noticed before. Being Ope’s sister kinda means you’re off limits.” Great. Still in little sister territory. “Then why are you here?”

He was walking to the other side of the room before he sat on the love seat in the far corner. “I wanted to check out the sound proofing.” He was highly amused.

“Very funny.” You figured he was just fucking with you, so you got up from the bed, heading for the door.

“Wait, don’t go.” Jax rushed to stand inbetween you and the doorway, blocking your exit. “I’m only messing with you babe. I’m here cos I couldn’t let Lucas have the hottest girl in Charming.”

“What’s it to you if I’m ‘off limits’..”

The gap between you and Jax was slimming so much you were sure he could hear your heart pounding through your chest. “Play it cool, play it cool” was all you kept repeating to yourself.

“That was before I told Ope I want you to be my old lady. And before I saw you seducing the prospects-“, Jax closed what space was remaining between you, “but I guess if you’d rather have a prospect I could leave you lovebirds to it..”

You shook your head. “Lucas is cute and all but you’re pretty alright too.” Jax leaned into you smiling, turning his back from the door. You moved with him, until you were the one with your back against the door, and Jax so close you could feel his chest moving with each breath. “I definitley don’t want to share you with Lucas.” He was so matter of fact. His nose was touching yours, your body’s morphing into one from the closeness. Fuck.

“Then make me all yours.”

Jax pulled his weight into you, pressing you firmly against the door. You grabbed his cut and pulled him tighter, if that were even possible, securing every inch of your body against his. You wrapped your hands into his blonde hair, tugging at the strands, before pulling your mouth to his. You had to stretch on your toes to reach him, using his hair to bring him closer to your level. He kissed you back with intent, his breath warm and smelling of cigarettes and beer, and you couldn’t get enough. Moans escaped between your lips as his hands travelled all over your dress, pushing you even further into the door so you could feel his hard on rubbing against you.

He pulled your hands from his hair, pinning them above your head to the door. He secured you there with one hand, and used his other to trail his fingers down your chest and stomach, pulling the fabric of your dress higher and higher. He kept his hand against your thigh, gnawing at the skin between your legs, all while kissing your neck as he moved towards your ear. “I like you like this”, he whispered. You groaned at the sound of his praise. This all just felt too good to be true.

He tugged the skin of your thighs tighter and the sensation sent tingles through your core, like a fire was burning in your hips towards your mound. It was all too much. “Holy shit, Jax. Just fuck me already.”

He giggled into your neck and suddenly your hands were released, with your feet lifted off the ground as Jax threw you on the bed. He was standing over you, pulling the buckle from his belt in his jeans. “Mmmm.. well maybe I like you like this better. Take off those panties.” You did as he said, knowing you would follow every instruction he ever gave you without a second thought. You wiggled out of your laced briefs while you lay there, before balling them up and throwing them at him. Jax caught them with one hand, and put them in his back pocket before pulling his jeans off. “What about my dress?” you asked playfully. He knelt down beside the bed, extending his hands to feel you under the dress that was now barely clinging to your body, before sliding them down to your legs and spreading them wide. “Stay just like that.”

He pulled at your hips and slid your body down the length of the bed until you were just hanging off the edge. You whimpered at the touch of his tongue to your soaking pussy. Jax was lapping up every inch of you, and you could feel the pressure mounting between your legs in response. “Jax- fuck- please.” It was all too much. The kneading of your thighs beneath his fingers as he pulled you further into his mouth, his tongue circling and sucking and pulling your clit over and over and over and over. You were almost at the brink of relief when Jax pulled away, smirking at you from the bedside. “Ever since I saw you in that dress I wanted to have my head under it.” He hovered over you, licking his lips before planting them on yours, making you taste every drip of your drenched pussy. You couldn’t take much more.

“Don’t make me beg, Jax.” You could barely get the words out between the gasps of air and his relentless tongue encapsulating yours.

“You don’t have to beg darling’, I’m going to take you so fucking bad.”

Jax pulled his cock from his briefs and slid into you before you could even respond, pounding his length into you while pressing your neck with his hand, choking you into the bed. “Fuck- you’re- so- big.” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the fullness inside of you. You wrapped your hands around his arm securing his to your neck, craving more. He pushed his thumb into your mouth, holding it open as he repeatedly thrusted into you. “Show me what your mouth can do, baby.” You did as he said, sucking and caressing his thumb with your tongue as he lifted your legs from the bed, pulling him deeper inside you. You whimpered and bit on his thumb to stop the noises pouring from your throat, before he removed his hand from your neck. He leant down into you, kissing you while fucking you, pulling your dress to expose your breasts.

“Don’t need to be quiet in a sound proofed room babe. I want to hear you.” His words took you over the edge, and you came together simultaneously. Jax collapsed to your side.

“Holy fuck, Jax.” You couldn’t get anymore words out. He grinned at you as you giggled, embarrassed at your lack of words.

Jax kissed you before grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Your cheeks at this point must’ve been the furthest shade of red imaginable. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t real.”

“Better believe it babe. And I’m not even done with you yet.”

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flightlessangelwings · 6 months

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Ktober 2023 Day 21- Piercings

Angel Reyes x fem!reader

Word count- 1.6k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), exes to lovers, nipple play, cumming from nipple stimulation, multiple orgasms, fluff, reader has pierced nipples, no use of y/n

Notes- Angel is so much fun to write for! And even if the ending of Mayans was disappointing I still really miss him! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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It had been so long that you almost forgot what it felt like. The wind in your face, the roar of the motorcycle, the strong torso of Angel Reyes anchoring you as you wrapped your arms around him. There was a time when Angel took you for a ride every weekend, and you went to that special place and ravaged each other for hours before you laid under the stars. But, life got in the way, and you two were separated for some time.

But, now you were back together. And while things were different, some things stayed the same. And you smirked to yourself as you thought about some of the surprises you had in store for him.

“We’re here, baby,” Angel slowed the bike to a stop at the bridge.

You exhaled contently, “Just like old times,” you took his hand and let him lead you over to your spot.

Angel stopped and turned around, looking you up and down as if it were his first time seeing you, “Baby,” he cupped your face, “You look even hotter than last time I saw you.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you leaned into his touch, “So do you, Angel.”

Wasting no time, Angel pulled you in close and pressed his lips against yours. You moaned into you as you parted your lips and invited him in, tasting him for the first time in a long time. He gripped into your hips to yank you against him, as if he couldn’t get your close enough. The smell of his kutte mixed with his cologne was intoxicating, and it sent a pulse right to your core.

“Angel,” you murmured as he kissed his way down your neck, “I missed you.”

He only groaned as he bucked his hips against you, letting you feel how hard he was already. It was all the answer you needed. Angel bit down on the sensitive spot on your neck, licking a sucking before he kissed his way back up and took your lips once more.

Carefully, the two of you back up against the steel railing without breaking away. Angel glanced over a few times to make sure you wouldn’t step in the wrong place, and you trusted him enough to not need to look for yourself. You gasped when your back hit the cold rail, but Angel only deepened the kiss more as your mouth dropped open.

He groaned as he helped you up onto the rail, finding that perfect spot that had a long pole for you to lean against. It was an old bridge, but it was sturdy, and the spot Angel liked to place you had a wider base so you could be comfortable while he stood between your parted legs.

“Shit baby,” he murmured as his hands dipped under your shirt.

You let go of his temporarily so he could lift your shirt up over your head before you clawed at his own shirt, a silent plea for him to take it off. Angel broke away to shrug it off, and you couldn't help the gasp you let out at seeing his bare chest again. You know you were gawking at him as your eyes trailed across all his tattoos and his defined pecs, but at the same time, you couldn’t care less.

“Like what you see, querida?” Angel asked with a cocky smirk.

“Fuck yeah,” you breathed, too in awe to think of a more witty comeback.

You extended your arms for him and he gladly obliged. The two of you crashed your lips together, this time in a more heated and desperate kiss. Hand roamed all over the other, feeling and caressing every dip and curve in the other’s figure. Angel groaned as he reached the back of your bra and tried to unclasp it, but he got quickly frustrated and growled into you.

“Let me,” you giggled softly as you reached back and pinched your bra with one hand and let it fall into your lap.

This time, it was Angel’s turn to gawk. “Are those…” he cleared his throat as his eyes landed right on your breasts, “Are those new?” His cock involuntarily twitched in his pants.

“Like what you see?” you asked with a teasing grin as you shimmied your shoulders, letting your breasts swing as you did so.

What Angel hadn’t seen before was the new-ish piercings you had: both nipples. The metal from the jewelry twinkled in the setting sun, and Angel couldn’t rip his eyes away from them. He had always loved and worshiped your breasts, but this only made you even hotter.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Angel groaned as he grabbed onto your waist and dove into your breasts.

You buried your hands in his hair as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, licking and flicking at the jewelry. Your mouth dropped open to let the moans flow freely as he played with your piercing with his tongue. The sensations were more intensified due to the piercing, and it sent jolt and jolt of pleasure right to your pussy.

“Fuck! Angel!” you cried out as your mind swam in pleasure.

No one made you feel the way Angel did, and having the nipple piercings only added to it. You felt as if you could cum just from his tongue on your breast alone. But, just as you felt a tingle up your spine, he pulled away and looked at you with a glazed over expression.

“Shit baby you’re so fucking hot,” he breathed before he dipped back down and attacked your other breast.

One hand stayed in his hair while the other moved to his shoulder, gripping him hard and digging your nails into his skin. Angel didn’t care though, and it actually spurred him on more. He growled into your breast as he took as much of you into his mouth as he could, flicking and sucking at your nipple while he did so. His one hand kneaded your other breast, gently pinching your nipple piercing, while the other kept a firm grip on your hip to keep you in place.

Your cries echoed through the woods, but you didn’t care. Someone could walk in on you right now and you would tell Angel to keep going. His tongue felt so good on your breasts and his large hands kept you grounded and safe. You dropped your head back as your skin warmed while his tongue ran over your piercing over and over again.

That familiar feeling started to build from deep within you. You rocked your hips against Angel as much as you could, desperate for some friction against your pussy. He got the message right away, and while his lip still stayed on your breast, Angel bucked his clothed cock against your cunt, letting out a groan as he did so.

“Fuck… Angel…” you moaned, “I think I’m gonna cum…”

Angel stopped and broke away, a trail of spit connecting your bodies. He stared at you for a moment in awe, as if he couldn’t believe you were real. “Do it, baby,” his tone was low and dripped with lust, “Fucking cum just from be sucking your fucking gorgeous tits.”

With that, he dove back in, with time with more determination to make you cum. He rocked his hips against yours as he licked and sucked at your nipple, the jewelry rolling in between his lips. His hand squeezed your other breast, and he pinched your nipple a few times, savoring the screams you let out.

“Oh fuck… Angel… Fuck!” your legs trembled on either side of his body as you felt your climax quickly build. Your body felt hot as the sensations become almost overwhelming but in the best way possible. And with just a few more swipes of his tongue and thrusts of his hips, you came hard, “Angel!” you screamed his name as tears fell from your eyes.

Angel held onto you while he worked you through your orgasm. His cock screamed in agony, desperate for his own release, but he was too consumed with you to care. He wanted to make you feel good. He wanted to lick and kiss and suck everywhere you’d let him. He would make you cum a hundred times before he even thought about himself.

When you let out a whimper and tugged at his hair, Angel finally released your breast. He pulled back and the two of you just stared at each other for several mong moments. Neither of you said anything, you just breathed heavily.

Your gaze dropped down to Angel’s cock for a moment before you looked back up at him. Without a word, you reached for his zipper as you licked your lips involuntarily.

“Wait, baby,” he grabbed your wrist. When you gave him a questioning look, he murmured your name, “We have all night baby,” he purred as he cupped your face, “First, I want fuckin’ do that again.”

The moan you let out was the most sinful sound you had ever made in your life. And Angel spent the entire night raviging and worshiping your body until the sun rose. He couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth off your nipple piercings, and it wasn’t until you came several times that he finally let you ride him until he came hard deep inside you.

Collapsing down onto the ground in exhaustion, the two of you panted hard. Sweat lined both your bodies, despite losing the warmth from the sun. Angel pulled you in close, wrapping his hard around you and holding you tight.

“That was a nice surprise, baby,” he murmured, “So fucking hot.”

You laughed softly, “You weren’t so bad yourself, Angel.” you teased, hiding how much you truly cared for him.

His hands roamed lazily across your body until they reached your breasts once more. He cupped them, rolling your piercing in his fingers, pulling a soft whimper from you.

“I can’t get enough of these, baby.”

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maibeewrites · 4 months

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handle your own when you become a man //

a Marcus Alvarez x female!OC fanfiction

summary:

Veronica could always defend herself, always keep a straight face.

Until one day, when she has to do something that makes even herself question, what was she made for.

part I Bigger dog

"Everybody, calm it!" said Jax for the fourth time with an angry expression. Everyone held everyone at gunpoint. The deal with the Mayans went south. The Sons were all in Mayan grounds, they were surrounded.

They came to convince Alvarez to let them sell a shipment of guns near Oakland. Needless to say, El Padrino wasn't too happy about them arming up his streets.

But the Irish were pushing hard on the Sons and they needed to find a buyer ASAP. The Niners didn't buy it. They were deep in shit. A street gang in Oakland was offering just enough money for them to cover the Kings and make some profit for themselves. It would been the perfect situation, only for them weren't on enemy territory.

"It is a one time deal. You get a percentage too." Jax added.

Alvarez laughed. "You white boy you tripping on some shit if you think I will let you sell here."

"At least can we talk through this without pointing the guns?" Veronica said quietly and gestured around with her free hand.

Alvarez shook his head, and signalled to his men to lower their guns.

"Thank you" nodded Jax. The mexican did the same.

"Please Marcus, if we weren't in this situation, we wouldn't ask you something like this. And have another offer." Jax gestured to Veronica to continue.

So this was the part when she had to step in. She found herself in this situation because of a debt. She had to borrow once some money from SAMCRO, and they agreed that instead of fully paying it back in cash, she did something for them.

Her gig was a high end beauty store in the outskirts of Stockton. She imported MAC lipsticks and Uzis. Dior powders and metamphetamine. What was in season. That was her shit.

"If you let them sell this shipment now, I will pay you an allowance in the next three months, Papi. A percentage of sales. The higher the sales, the more money you get" said Veronica and crossed her arms. This was her deal with Jax, this is how she was gonna pay off the rest of her debt.

"What's your business have to do with this?" Alvarez asked.

"Oh, I'm just happy to help out my friends, you know. It's good for business you know if you have powerful relationships with powerful people" said Veronica with a smirk on her face.

Alvarez and her had already crossed ways in multiple occasions. Everybody in that area who dwelt in illegal businesses knew her. She immigrated from Eastern Europe when she was a minor. As an orphan, she quickly had to fend for herself in order to survive in this climate. She was the diva, a woman in power, who was not involved in porn or prostitution, but instead, in their trade. She was a curiosity nonetheless.

Plus Veronica was young and pretty. She had long dirty blonde hair, which she always wore wavy, and big blue eyes which stared so intensely into everyones' eyes. She was tall, almost the same height as Alvarez. She was athletic but very curvy at the right places, and slim where she needed to be. She was always told when she was a kid that she was "big boned". In the California sun, her skin was a bit more tan that originally, but still, she was a light shade of cream.

Overall, she looked beautiful. But her beauty was always overshadowed by who she was. She always wore combat boots, leather or cargo pants, utilitarian clothing, jackets, denim. She almost carried herself like a man sometimes, but she still had that feminine softness in her. The way she spoke, she was wise, determined and playful at the same time.

Of course she caught Marcus Alvarez's eye. It was always his fantasy to absolutely hatefuck the shit out of that smartass blanca. To make her cry and make her beg for it. He was curious, what else she could do with that pretty, pouty mouth besides playing tough.

"Jax, how much do you need this deal?" asked Alvarez.

"I think I aleardy layed it out for you. I need this" replied Jax with a stern voice. "Ask anything else, I give it to you"

Alvarez was thinking for a second.

"Alright. I let you sell it. You give my my 100 grand. And the percentage for her sales."

"Thank you, ese" Jax said and he couldn't hide his relief.

"There is one more thing, you." Alvarez said straight to Veronica.

The woman raised her brows.

"Me? Yes?"

"No, I mean I want you. For one night." Marcus looked her in the eyes.

Veronica got really confused at first, then it dawned on her.

"What?" The question left her lips so silently that even Jax could barely understand.

The air froze and everyone stared at her.

She rarely felt anxious. The feeling of anxiety was only familiar to her from memories. When she was in fifth grade, and in the winter, the boys would come and drag the most pretty and popular girls in the snow, kicking snow in their faces and ruining their clothes. She always hated that. Her stomach sank every time when recess came. How the boys cornered her and dragged her out in the snow.

But now, she felt the anxiety. A flash of cold washed over her.

"What?" she asked, but the question felt like it wasn't even aimed at Alvarez in particular. It was aimed at everyone. Did she really need to do this for the Sons?

"Chill out, ninita. You spend a night with me. A whole night" said Alvarez with a smirk on his face.

"You a funny man" Veronica said, and now her anxiety slowly turned to anger.

"Easy now" intervened Jax. He pulled Veronica to the side.

"Listen, I don't want this to be this way. But you have to say yes. As much as I know that this is wrong. Please" Jax looked at her with pleading eyes. "They will kill my family if we don't get a buyer" he spoke the last sentence almost as a whisper.

Veronica felt sorry for Jax, but at the same time wanted to laugh him and everyone in the face. What is she? What is she in the eyes of these men?

Really, a night with her?

It didn't take much thought to figure out what were Alvarez's intentions. She always could tell if someone wanted her.

She always put people into four categories: the ones with mutual attraction, even if it was platonic, the ones with no attraction, and the ones who either were attracted to her, but she wasn't to them, and the ones with the opposite.

Marcus Alvarez was in the first category. She found the man good-looking, but this didn't help the situation, that he demanded a night with her, so he could use her as he will. No one does this to her. No one touches her without her consent.

And now she had to give consent. The Mayans were snickering, the Sons stared at them and at their leader with rage. But they had to stay quiet, she was doing this for them.

"Okay. Tell me where to go and when." said Veronica finally, completely defeated.

"Just be ready tonight by 9. I will pick you up at your house" said Alvarez "now go, get the fuck out of my crib."

Jax ushered the Sons out. Veronica only looked straight ahead, pretending to not see the concerned stares.

"Oh, and wear a dress, look pretty" added Alvarez as he turned his back on Veronica.

#marcus alvarez #marcus alvarez x reader #marcus alvarez x y/n #marcus alvarez headcanon #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy #mayans fanfic #mayans mc

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super-marvel-dc · 2 years

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Y/N: Would you slap EZ-

Angel: Yes.

Y/N: I didn't even finish!

Angel: Sorry, continue.

Y/N: Would you slap EZ for 10 dollars?

Angel: I would do it for free.

EZ: Rude...

#angel reyes x reader #angel reyes x y/n #angel reyes x you #angel reyes #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes x y/n #ez reyes x you #ezekiel reyes #incorrect mayans mc #incorrect mayans mc quotes #mayans mc incorrect #mayans mc incorrect quotes #mayans mc #incorrect qoutes

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thegirlwhowritesfics · 1 year

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Mastermind

NSFW 18+ - Not smutty but smut implied.

It was one of those rare days in Santo Padre where the cool air reminds you that there are four seasons, the scent of death lingers in the air. The leaves, the soil, the grass, all dying as autumn blows through town, everything tinged brown. The click of her boots echo through the empty park as she slides into the cold metal chair, placing her handbag carefully on the ground she pulls out a smaller bag emptying it on the chess board table.

Her long fingers placing the pieces from their last meeting, satisfied with their placement she leans back, studying the board. Trying to predict his next move. She doesn’t have to wait long, as he slides into his seat, no acknowledgement of her as he slides his next move.

A smirk dances across his lips as he watches her, her skin glowing, she’s always been brighter than anything in this town. He watches as she cocks an eyebrow studying the board. Her tongue darted out, licking her lower lip, before her teeth sank in. He wonders what it would be like to sink his teeth into her delicate lips, would she enjoy it, or would she shed a tear? He doesn’t know which option excites him more.

She finally looks up, his hair is out of his normal braids, his curls cascading around his face, a hint of the wildness that sits just under his skin. Her eyes roam, taking in his wide shoulders and hard chest. His tattoos poking out of his shirt collar and his wrists, she lets her mind wander, wondering just how far down his ink goes. Her fingers hover over her next move, and without a second thought she captures two of his pieces.

A soft laugh escapes his lips, as her eyes meet his dark ones, getting lost in the soft flecks of gold within.

“One of these days I’m going to stop letting you win,” he murmurs.

“You’ve never once let me win,” she retorts.

“No?” he asks, cocking his eyebrow as he makes his next move.

She gazes down at the board, thinking of her next move “why would you?” she asks.

He leans back in his chair stretching his legs out, his jeans brushing up against her stockings, the heat from his body making him shiver.

“Maybe I just want to get back in your good graces,” he smirks.

“There are better ways to get back in my good graces” she states, making her move, her eyes studying his fingers, wondering what they would feel like against her bare skin, skimming across her ribs, cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between them.

She can feel the intensity of his gaze, as she looks up meeting his eyes again. His tongue darts out, licking his lower lip, another shiver runs through her.

“You could get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness to start with” she says, moving her final piece into place “Checkmate” she smirks as she packs up the pieces, as he leans back in his chair, smirking at her.

She slides an envelope across the table as she stands, picking her handbag up and slings it over her shoulder. As she starts to walk away his hand snakes out grabbing her arm, she can feel his warmth through the thickness of her coat, his fingers setting her alight.

She looks down at him as he smirks up at her “tell me when and where” he murmurs, his voice tinged with anticipation and desire.

She reaches into her coat pocket pulling out the card she prepared earlier, dropping it into his lap, leaning down as she brushes her lips across his ear.

“Don’t be late,” she whispers, feeling the shiver run through him.

Straightening up, she walks back out of the park, her heels echoing against the concrete, his eyes burning into her from behind.

Once she’s out of sight he picks up the card she dropped, heavy paper, embossed with gold detailing only an address with a date and time, neatly typed.

He smirks down at the card “checkmate” he mutters to himself as he collects the envelope off the table and heads out of the park himself.

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cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic · 2 years

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Characters: Coco Cruz

Pairing: Coco Cruz x Reader

Fandom: Coco Cruz, Mayans MC

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

Word Count: 1911

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

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

“Hello?” He said in a confused tone.

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

“Hi Coco it’s (Y/N).”

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

“You need something?”

“No. I just wanted to talk to you.”

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

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

“You mean when you broke up with me?”

I let out a long sigh knowing he was right.

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

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

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

“Check your text messages.”

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

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

“You need me?”

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

“Are you home right now?”

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

“I’m on my way.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes please.” I begged

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

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

“I do.”

“Say it.”

“I want more.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I did as I was told.

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

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

“Yes, please spank me Daddy.”

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

“Yes Daddy.”

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

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

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

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

“Yes!”

“You ever gonna leave me again?”

“No!”

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

“Say it.” He growled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He chuckled and gave my shoulder a kiss.

“You better not.”

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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Can you do another Angel one where the reader went to high school with Angel they where best friend, she was meant to leave and go to college but didn't she stay and help pops in the shop, around the yard and anything the MC needed because she loves Angel and when Ez went to prison the family was broken in two she got her doctoring in town so if the MC need help she was there. Bishop adopt her as his daughter and anyone messes with her he doesn't stand by. When AidlitaComes in the picture Angel pushes the reader away but she doesn't go far because pops, and the MC are her family, Ez is home too and she feels something is up with him and when she finds out about the deal she goes off on him, and even pops, days go by and she only sees certain members of the MC at times, Angel has completely cut her off because of Aidlita and she is broken she knows she loves him but he doesn't love her the same, so she trys to move onAidlita leaves Angel and isn't planning on coming back and Angel is broken just like she was without her best friend for weeks, and she doesn't give she gives him the cold shoulder she doesn't talk to him right away she even has dates but no one is Angel, Bishop puts Angel in his place one night after a meeting about her and her heart and Angel knew all along about her feels towards him, his feels are the same but he didn't want to lose her because she has been foreverThe one person he could count one, he feels like shit because Aidlita and he may have lost you because he wanted to get his dick wet and he didn't want to man up and tell you how he truly feel about you. But He doesn't care no more he wants you and only you he comes over to your house, he had no one left, right now pop's lied to him over ez, ez was using him Aidlita was using him too and you aren't talking to him but that stops he comes and tells you how he feels about You and you two get together 5 parts please

Angel Reyes x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ Mayans MC Masterlist ♡ Angel Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Drinking, mention of drug use.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

I hope you like it. I am sorry it took so long to get out.

Also only one part. Hope you still like it.

Summary: f/Reader is the longtime bestfriend of Angel Reyes. She helps out the Club whenever she can as well as his Pops. She is also the adopted daughter of Bishop. She has one secret that she has kept to herself for years. That secret finally comes out.

YN's POV:

I should of listened to everyone back in highschool. They could clearly see who he was and I was blinded by the ill-fated crush I still have on him.

"Angel Reyes isn't a good guy."

"Angel Reyes is gonna end up in jail one day."

"Angel Reyes is gonna mess up your life if you stay around him."

The last one was what my Mom said to me when she found me crying over him once again.

It was one of the few things I can remember about her that wasn't her using or drinking. Or coming home to her completely passed out.

I still remember the last time I saw her. Came home to her laying on the couch. I was started to clean up the mess she left and I remember touching her leg and it was cold.

I dropped what was in my arms and tried to wake her up. I found her phone as I didn't have one yet and called 911. I also called Angel and the one other person who I have always considered to be a Father-figure.

Bishop was there before Angel was.

I found out later one that Angel was on a date with some girl and didn't bother to pick up the phone.

I didn't talk to him for days after that but he was by my side during my Mother's funeral service and refused to let go of my hand.

I forgave him then and every other time he has fucked up.

"What's on your mind kid?" A soothing voice asked me. I looked at the man who I was helping to stitch up.

I gave Hank a small smile. "Nothing important." I said to the man who is like an Uncle to me.

"Hmm." He said as he knew I was lying but he will never push it, but I do know he will bring it up to my Dad.

Well adoptive Dad. Bishop adopted me after my Mom passed away. When he found out I was going to be placed in a home a few hours away, he pulled what I call the 'Bishop Charm' and had me placed with him.

The paperwork was filed within a week and he is now my legal guardian and I wouldn't have it any other way. Bishop is a good man under that rough exterior and he has treated me well over the years.

The one downside to having him as a Father was that he is very protective. It was hard to date when I was younger and it is hard now.

No man will ever be good enough for me in his eyes. He doesn't know that I know he has scared a few men off over the years that have shown interest in me.

But in the end, if they can not go toe-to-toe with Bishop then they can not handle my life.

"All done Hank. Try to be more careful when working on your bike." I said to the man.

"Thank you YN. Are you coming to the party later?" I shook my head no.

"This will be the fourth one you have missed. Are you sure everything is okay? Is Angel's dad working you too hard?"

How could tell him that I am angry at what EZ is doing and how his Pops knows. How I haven't been helping at Pops store ever since that night I confronted him and EZ.

I was screaming and yelling at them so loud that I actually lost my voice for a day. EZ tried to explain to me why he was doing it but I didn't want to listen.

I ran from the shop and I have refused to answer any call or text message that I get from the two of them.

But the anger I feel towards them does nothing to compare to the hurt that Angel has caused me.

Ever since Adelita came into his life. He has pushed me aside. At first it was nothing. He would cancel a few times coming up with some bullshit story about the Club, but one night when he said that a meeting was called and he couldn't leave until it was dealt with.

To my suprise I found in my small house, eating a piece of cake that I made. He has a key to my place and it isn't the first time I came home to find him there.

I didn't let him know that Angel lied to me and was basically using him an excuse to cover whatever the hell he is doing.

I later learned that Angel was spending all his time with Adelita. When I finally confronted him about it, he tried to lie and say he had other shit to do.

"Don't lie to me Angel! I know you didn't have a Club meeting. My Dad was at my place. Stop bullshitting me and tell me what the fuck is going on?"

I wasn't giving up on this. Not this time. I hate being lied too for the stupidest reasons. If he trying to protect me, fine whatever but I know that isn't it.

"It's Adelita." He finally said.

"What do you mean it is Adelita? You helping her with something?" I knew in my heart that he wasn't helping her with just her cause.

"We have been seeing one another." It felt like all the air was knocked from my body and there was a ringing in my ears.

I could see his lips moving as he took a step closet to me. I felt him grip my upper arms and try to get me to focus on him.

"Hermosa? You okay?"

"Don't call me that."

"I have always called you it." He was clearly confused.

I pushed him away from me and I watched him stumble but he was able to catch himself.

"You do not get to push me aside for your new flavour of the month you asshole." Now he was angry.

Many people would step down when they would see an angry Reyes man, but not me.

"So you're gonna act like a spoilt little brat because I am not paying attention to you? I am allowed to have a separate life from you."

"Do not come back to me when she leaves you Angel. I am done being used as your punching bag." I turned away from him, completely done with this conversation.

I heard him kick something on the way out of my home. I held tears back until I couldn't hear the sound of his bike anymore.

I cried myself to sleep that night at the thought of not only losing Angel, but his Dad and brother as well.

"No Hank, I actually have a date tonight."

Angel Reyes POV:

"Angel get in here." I was just about to finish my bottle of beer when I hears Bishop angrily call for me.

I placed the bottle on the table and I wiped my hands nervously along my jeans trying to get rid of the sweat.

I took my usual seat and saw that it was only Hank, Bishop and Creeper.

"What's going on?"

"I need to know what the hell is going on with my daughter and as her bestfriend, you should know."

My eyes raised at that. I gulped nervously as I have no idea what the hell is going on with her.

"Actually YN and I haven't talked in over two months."

Hank sneered at me. "I knew it. I knew you had to do something with how she is acting."

"What do you mean?"

"She is only talking to Hank and Creeper here. I've been around your Pops place and she hasn't been there either." Bishop said calmly as he placed his clasped hands on the table.

"Now tell me what the fuck you did to her."

"I didn't do anything. I started to see someone and,"

"Let me guess, you pushed YN aside." Bishop said. He wasn't asking as he knew the answer.

"Yeah. I should of listened to her when we fought about it." My voice cracked a bit at that.

I heard the sound of two chairs scrapping across the floor and I saw that Hank and Creeper were leaving and it is now just Bishop and I.

"Girl leave you?" Bishop asked me as he sat back in his chair and lit a cigarette.

"Yeah and she isn't coming back."

"So why date her when you know my daughter loves you." I took a deep breath and thought about how I should word this.

"Because I fuck everything up. I didn't want to ruin my friendship with YN by dating her. What if we didn't work out Bishop?"

"You are one stupid mother fucker Angel. For some reason, my very smart daughter who stayed in the Godforsaken town instead of going off to College, loves you and is now on a date with some idiot from the next town over."

"Wait YN is on a date?"

"Yeah. Second one with this guy. EZ has been keeping tabs on her."

I have fully lost her now. YN has always come back to me. She has always been that one constant person in my life and now she is gone.

"Get the hell out of here and go and fix this before I do something to you that I will regret Angel."

I waited outside YN's place for her to finish her date. It was almost 12:30 in the morning when I finally saw her get dropped off.

The guy didn't even bother to walk her to her door, but he did wait to make sure she made it inside okay.

I waited a few moments and then I went up to her front. I grabbed her spare key that was above her door and let myself in.

The door closed loudly behind me and I winced I heard the sound of a gun cocking and I held my hands up.

"It's just me YN." I said as I turned around.

"I know. Get the fuck out Angel."

"I have come here to talk is all. I have been worried about you." She snorted at that.

"Let me guess, what's her name left?" YN asked as she lowered her gun. I nodded my head yes.

"And now you think you can come back into my life and pretend how things were."

"No, I know things won't be the same. I know EZ and my Dad have been using me, as well as Adelita. I was just too blind to see it with all of them but even more so with Adelita. You never used me YN."

"Angel, I can't do this anymore with you. You can't keep only wanting to talk to me when you feel like it works best for you."

"I am sorry YN. I never ment to hurt you like this. I love you." There I finally said it.

"No you don't." I took a step towards her.

"Yes I do. I have known I have for awhile now I just fuck everything up and lose everyone and well I didn't want to lose you."

Tears were threatening to fall from her eyes as I placed a hand on her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into my hand.

"Do not hurt me Angel."

"I can not promise I won't. I can't promise that I won't make you angry or do something stupid but I can promise you that I will always love you and you alone."

Our lips were just touching and I waiting for her to make the first move. She leaned in and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her flush against my front as we had our first kiss.

"You will call up that asshole and dump him." I said to her between kisses.

"Yes Angel." I smiled into the kiss, knowing that she is finally mine.

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Harvey Specter x Reader- Just A Brief Moment With Each Other

For the amazing @wild-rose-35 who requested the prompt working on Valentine’s Day

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

Harvey was in a foul mood.

He was hoping this case would be nice and easy and that he’d be able to spend the evening with Y/n.

But Harvey soon found out that the case was going to be a lot harder to win than he originally thought and now here he was on Valentine’s Day stuck in his office instead of where he should have been, at a nice Italian restaurant with Y/n.

He just wanted to see her.

Even if just for a brief moment of Valentine’s Day.

That’s why he’d asked for Donna to make sure no one disturbed him.

So the last thing he wanted or expected was someone knocking at his office door.

“I don’t have time-” he began harshly, his voice trailing off when he looked up from his paperwork to see who was now standing in his office.

Y/n.

Instantly, his composure changed, his shoulders were more relaxed and his eyes softened as he looked at her.

“What’re you doing here?” He asked, the shock evident in his voice as he stood up from his chair.

“I bought you food,” Y/n said with a smile on her face, swinging the paper bag she held gently from side to side.

“Sweetheart, I told you not to worry about it,”

“Did you really think I was gonna let you work til god knows when without any food?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow as the words left her mouth. She knew how hard Harvey worked. She also knew that he wouldn’t cancel plans with her unless it was important; that’s why she went to their favorite Italian restaurant and got his usual order to take away.

“Plus,” she began, making his way over to Harvey before placing the paper bag down on the side of his desk, “I just wanted an excuse to see you for a few minutes.”

Her words made Harvey’s heart ache slightly; he wanted nothing more than to just say ‘fuck it’ and spend the rest of the evening with her, but he couldn’t. He knew it couldn’t, “I know this isn’t how we planned our evening to be,”

“It’s okay, I know how busy you are,” Y/n assured him, moving closer to him.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you,”

“You better, this food wasn’t cheap,” she teased knowing full well Harvey never broke his promises, flighty she did wonder how he was going to make it up to her.

“I’ll let you get on with your work,” she continued, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek before she started to walk away.

“Y/n-” Harvey started, his hand reaching out to her, softly grabbing her wrist, pulling her into his arms.

“I know it’s a bit late but happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispered, their lips only inches apart.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Harvey,” she whispered back before closing the distance between their lips.

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bumblesimagines · 8 months

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"You're always so quick to defend them. What's the real reason behind your loyalty?"

"How convenient, showing up whenever they need you."

- EZ Reyes

"You're always so quick to defend them. What's the real reason behind your loyalty?"

"How convenient, showing up whenever they need you."

pronouns: they/them, gender neutral

You considered yourself to be rather laidback when it came to exes. You chose your partners carefully and deliberately, ensuring the relationship wouldn't end up being a waste of time. It's why you'd been so certain about Ezekiel Reyes.

The sweet, charismatic biker caught your eye the moment he'd sauntered into the courthouse as a prospect. He appeared humble and thoughtful, taking his duties as prospect seriously and often helping you tend to the bar whenever possible. You knew his past from the other members. A young man set on avenging his mom faced the consequences of accidentally shooting an officer. His story had been gut-wrenching and you sympathized with him.

But, as you looked through the trailer's window and watched him speak with Emily Galindo, you wondered if you had made the right choice.

"How convenient," You murmured as Ez entered the trailer and tossed his gloves aside. "Showing up whenever I need you."

"She has no idea it's your birthday, (Y/N). Don't be like that."

"Don't be like what, Ezekiel?" You snapped and he blinked, leaning back slightly at the irritated tone lacing your voice. Sally stirred beside you, a soft whine emitting from her throat. You ran your hand over her soft fur and inhaled sharply, attempting to ease your growing anger.

"Em's done nothing to you. I don't get why you hate her so much." You took another deep breath and rubbed the bridge of your nose at his words. For a guy known for his intelligence and quick-thinking, he sure was clueless when it came to his little ex.

"You're always so quick to defend her. What's the real reason behind your loyalty? Because that little blonde brat doesn't give a shit about you, Ez."

His brows knitted and a frown stretched out on his face. "Don't call her that-"

"Oh, my god." You breathlessly laughed and stood up, snatching your phone and wallet from the table. You shook your head, almost in disbelief, and faced him.

"If you want to be her little servant so badly, go for it. Don't come crying back to me when she keeps choosing her husband over you."

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Chapter 2: A Sweet Connection

Series: “The Heart Wants What It Wants” Word count: 1,5k+ Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female! Baker! Reader Warnings: none A/n: Here we go! Another chapter filled with pure fluff and yummy things. Let me know your thoughts and please reblog.

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Angel never knew he had a sweet tooth—not until he met you. But once he did, it was as if something awakened within him, and suddenly, he was like a bee seeking honey—being pulled in by the smells coming from the tiny bakery on the corner of the street. And when he first tried your treats, he was hooked. Now, he can’t get enough of your pastries, cookies, and cakes. Every time he sees you, his eyes light up, and he can’t wait to sink his teeth into another one of your delicious creations.

He pulls up on his motorcycle in front of your bakery, and the sound of the engine makes your heart flutter wildly in your chest. He’s become a regular client since his first visit, often coming over to buy freshly out-of-the-oven pastries or to indulge in a morning cup of coffee.

The sound of bells fills the air as Angel enters the building. They tinkle sweetly, filling the room with a graceful melody. Their gentle yet joyful sound makes his brain tingle with anticipation for what awaits him inside—you and your kind, shy smile. The scent of freshly baked bread, along with the subtle sweetness of pastries hanging in the air, adds to his good mood. It promises to be a delightful encounter for Angel as he heads toward the counter to face you.

“Hey there, Sugar,” he greets you with a charming grin, his face illuminated by the warm lights hanging from the ceiling.

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you greet him back, beaming. His gaze is instantly drawn to the graceful movement, to your smile—the one he loved so much—and the captivating twinkle in your eyes. The fact that his mere presence brings that happiness out of you makes him almost proud.

“Take your pick,” you encourage him, pointing to the display you’ve just finished stocking. Your voice carries a soft and sweet note, making Angel feel at peace. “I made Bolillos.”

“Yeah? You gonna get me some of that and two coffees of your choice?” he asks, taking a deep breath. The delicious aromas wafting in the air make his mouth water as he imagines the delectable treats he’ll get to try today. His stomach rumbles in anticipation.

Your eyebrow quirks up playfully. “Sure thing. Do you want your usual to that?”

Angel almost moans at the mention of his favorite pastry—a croissant with hazelnut filling—something he didn’t expect to like at all the first time he tried it. “You know how much I love sweet things.” The wink following his words almost makes you tumble to the ground, clutching your wildly beating heart.

You turn around quickly, trying to hide the love-struck expression crawling up your face as you walk toward the adjacent kitchen. Before you disappear into the other room, you swallow hard and ask, “To go?”

“Only the bolillos.” He scratches the back of his neck, awkwardly, before he speaks up again, “I was hoping you could keep me some company. I’m willing to share the croissant, and I’m already getting you a coffee.”

You turn back toward him so fast, your braided hair whips around and smacks you in the face. Angel snorts quietly as you look at him with wide eyes, embarrassed. You didn’t expect him to ask you that at all.

“Y-yeah, I’d love that!”

When you come back from the kitchen with two Dalgona coffees, Angel has already situated himself at one of the closest tables, reclining in the wooden chair. You skirt around the counter and walk up to him carefully, so you don’t spill the beverages. You put the two glasses on the table, startling him slightly. You didn’t even notice he was almost snoozing in his chair.

“Hope this wakes you up,” you say, chuckling. It’s the most beautiful sound Angel has ever heard in his life—he could listen to you laugh for hours.

You disappear again for a short moment, then come back with his croissant placed neatly on a porcelain plate and his order wrapped up in a paper bag. He nods in thanks as you sit opposite of him and sip on the beverage; he quickly follows in your footsteps.

The instant Angel takes a sip of the coffee, his eyes light up as he experiences the sweet and rich taste of the drink. He looks up at you, his curiosity is evident as he asks you, “What’s this?”

“Dalgona coffee,” you say, a smile on your face at his delight in the drink. “It’s popular in Korea, and it’s made with cooked caramelized sugar.” He takes another gulp, humming in appreciation. “It’s a perfect pick-me-up, especially with the instant coffee mixed in.”

“Exactly what I needed,” he admits, a hint of admiration in his eyes. He takes a bite from the hazelnut-filled croissant. It’s crisp on the outside with a soft and chewy interior, full of the creamy and nutty flavor of the filling. He grins at you again, offering you a piece. “It’s delicious,” he says, “have some.”

“I made it, I know how it tastes.” You giggle, taking the piece offered to you, and take a bite. Your eyes light up as the flavors fill your taste buds, delighting your senses, your love for the hazelnut croissants reignited in an instant. “Holy shit, I forgot how good it is!”

“I have great taste,” Angel says smugly, nodding in agreement, his mouth full of the pastry, sharing in your satisfaction.

The two of you are filled with the comfort of the moment, your connection evident in the shared glances and laughter. For a moment, Angel considers asking you about yourself but decides to wait until after he’s finished enjoying his breakfast. Right now, he’s soaking in the peacefulness of the moment, content with a good croissant and even better company.

As the two of you finish off the shared treat, Angel considers how he wants to continue the conversation. He looks at you, admiring the warmth of your smile and your kind demeanor. You have an infectious energy about you, one that makes it effortless to feel comfortable and at ease.

“So,” he starts, directing the conversation to you, “how long have you been a baker here?”

Your face lights up at the question, a teeth-showing smile playing over your lips as you consider your reply. “I’m actually the owner,” your tone is warm and inviting, a glimmer of pride in your words. “I’ve been baking for the past few years and loving every minute of it.”

Angel whistles under his breath—it’s definitely something you should be proud of. What you’ve done with the place is admirable. He remembers passing by this building so many times before, it was completely in shambles, but you turned it into something beautiful and homey.

“You’ve got some experience then.” He chuckles, sharing your enthusiasm for the profession. “You’re doing a fantastic job,” Angel says, “Loved everything I’ve tasted so far.”

You chuckle and shake your head. “Oh, you flatter me,” you say, your tone humble and grateful. “But I do love what I do, and I try my best to put love into everything that leaves my kitchen. That’s how I know you’ll keep coming back.”

He takes you in with shimmering eyes, and a wide grin spreads through his face. He doesn’t remember when was the last time he had a conversation with someone so passionate about what they do—it’s refreshing. For a moment, he wishes he could be as content with what he does as you are.

“And I plan to, that’s for sure.”

The two of you converse for a little bit longer and just when you’re finishing your coffees, the bells hanging over the glass door start tinkling softly. Another customer walks in—an elderly lady with hair almost white as snow—she searches the room for you with her gaze. You look at her and raise your hand in a wave, then face him again with an apologetic smile.

“I have to go back to work,” you say, reaching over the table to squeeze his hand. Angel can’t help but savor the short moment of affection, marveling at the softness of your skin.

“Don’t worry, dulce. Go do your job,” he ushers you with a smile. You retract your hand, and he already longs for you to touch him again.

You stand up from the chair, telling the customer you’ll be right with her, then you turn toward Angel again, whispering, “It’s on the house.”

Before the man can protest, you’re strolling away, squeezing the old woman’s shoulder when you pass by her. You step behind the counter, occupying your usual place, and greet her politely.

Angel can’t help but wonder if you even remember his name, or if he’s just another regular customer in your busy bakery. But whether you remember or not, he’s already found himself enamored by your kindness, grace, and beauty—you stole his heart the moment his eyes landed on you for the first time. He gets up to leave, shaking his head to will the thoughts stirring in his head away.

“See you soon,” he whispers to himself more than anyone else. His gaze lingers on your person before he turns around and walks out of the building.

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A Quiet Moment

Bishop Losa x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 750

Prompt: "as your lover is undressing, you come up from behind, tracing kisses from their neck to their shoulders, as you feel them leaning into your touch" for Bishop (requested by anon for my 3k follower celebration)

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, hint of spice (my blog is still 18+ only!!)

Notes: Oh Bishop my love!! You may have been an ass this past season, but I still love you lol! Thank you so much, anon for the request! I really enjoyed writing this one!

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It was late when you finally made it home, and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and into your lover’s arms. It was a stressful time for both of you, and you wanted to be there for him as best as you could. Bishop had been through so much in his life, and you hoped that you were a brief relief from the pressures that constantly weighed on his shoulders.

You were quiet as you entered the home you shared with Bishop. It was dark inside, but you knew from the bike parked out front that he was there. You slipped off your shoes and made your way back into the bedroom where you hoped he would be.

Just as you thought, there he was. Bishop had his back to you as he slowly stripped off his kutte. He must have just beaten you home by the looks of it and with a smirk on your face you tip-toed your way over to him.

Without a word, you reached out for the toned muscles of his shoulders and you heard him hiss in surprise for a moment. Bishop’s shoulders tensed as he spun around with a hardened look on his face. Once he saw it was you, though, he immediately softened.

“Hey sweetheart,” he purred as he flashed you a smile and turned back around and tugged at his shirt.

“Hola, amor,” you whispered back as you gently squeezed his shoulders.

“I just got home,” Bishop murmured as you ran your hands across his skin and kneaded his muscles.

“I figured. You’ve barely been home much lately,” you kissed his shoulder, “You fucking asshole,” you added as you playfully smacked his back.

Bishop shorted a laugh, “I know, I’m sorry baby.” His voice was low, but soft and genuine, and you knew he meant his words.

You stayed silent as you went back to working out the knots in his muscles. Bishop let out a low groan as his eyes fluttered closed and he leaned back into your touch. His hands let go of his undershirt as he just enjoyed the pleasure of your touch. Under your own hands, you felt the way time had taken its toll on your lover as you tried your best to release some of the tension he held in his muscles.

As his shoulders slowly softened and dropped, you ran your hands down his sides and rested on his waist as you leaned your head against him. No words were exchanged between the two of you, none were needed. The two of you just swayed silently without any music as you took in a deep breath.

His hands came up and covered your own on his waist but neither of you bothered to move more than that. Bishop leaned back and rested his head over yours as he gave your hands a squeeze. He couldn’t see it, but you grinned widely at his shows of affection that he saved for when it was just the two of you alone.

After several long moments, you moved your hands and tugged at Bishop’s shirt. Still without a word, he knew what you wanted and Bishop released his grip of you and allowed you to pull the fabric up and off his body.

Your breath momentarily caught in your throat as you scanned over his bare skin as if it was the first time you were seeing it. Sometimes, you wondered if you told him enough how much you admired him and what effect he had on you. But, you hoped that your action spoke louder and any words could as you placed feather-light kisses along the top of his shoulder and up his neck while your hands found their way back to his waist. This time, your grip was rougher, and he knew exactly what that meant.

“You wanna take this party over to the bed, sweetheart?” Bishop groaned as he spun around and faced you. He paused for a moment as he took in the sight of you in the moonlight, “Fuck you are so beautiful,” he added before he lunged forward and took your lips with his in a heated kiss.

“So are you,” you breathed in between kisses as you let him drag you over to the bed as the moment turned more passionate. It wasn’t often both of you had quiet moments like this, and you and Bishop were determined to enjoy every last second you could with each other.

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Happy Lowman x Reader | Part 5 | Finale

Outside Stockton, there were some bikes waiting. Chibs and Happy were by your side, and next to you were the Mayans Oakland Pres and VP. Marcus Alvarez was there too. Although he no more wore his kutt, he wanted to be there with the rest of you. Two years were a great amount of time to rebuild what had been destroyed, so Mayans and Sons were partners once again. The biggest difference was that this time, there were lot of new prospects to refill the charters.

When you saw Creeper get out of prison, you grinned. His smile grew wide too. He hugged Marcus first and his brothers second. And then, he looked at you. You jumped into his arms at the same time he embraced you tightly.

“I can’t believe you’re finally out”, you greeted him.

“Fuck, me neither.”

After the end of the war, Santo Padre’s charter was blamed for all the crimes Creeper had confessed, so his sentence was changed, and he got only two years. It was all bullshit, of course, but whatever deal Kody made with the person in charge of the operation against the MC, she made sure it would benefit Creeper. Six months later, his request to be transferred to Stockton was approved. There were more Mayans and Sons in that prison, so he was safer, and he was also nearer his future new charter. And nearer you, too.

Once he released himself from your hug, Creeper approached Chibs and Happy to greet them with a handshake and a pat on the back. During this time, they had been working together to reunite both MCs. And they had done a good job.

“C’mon, we have some ladies back home waiting to give you a warm welcome”, Chibs told him.

“Listen to him, carnal”, Marcus added. “SAMCRO has always had great women around them.”

“I’m sure we could find one for you too, old man”, Happy responded.

“Not if I want my wife to open the door for me when I get home. But as long as you have booze in there, I’m in for a welcome party.”

After the war, when SAMCRO voted on the direction they wanted to take, the decision was controversial. Over time, they realised that the porn industry moved a lot of money, but they kept doing smaller business outlaw, as well as threatening or blackmailing their competition. You can take the man out of the criminal life, but you can’t take the criminal life out of the man. Anyway, things were good now.

The fact that Creeper’s welcome party was held at Charming was something meaningful. SAMCRO wanted to demonstrate their goodwill by letting a bunch of Mayans enter their territory, celebrate the return of a brother, and together pay their respects to the fallen.

When you saw Neron coming back from the dorms as he was in pain, you couldn’t help but laugh. He walked towards you and took a sit next to you on the sofa.

“They're treating you more than well.”

“Fuck. Those hoes are going to kill me”, he said. “I really wanted to bang some chick, but now I won’t be able to have a hard-on for days.”

“What were you expecting? You are like a legend here”, you remained him. “The Mayan who convinced his brothers to sit down and talk with SOA. The one who got peace from prison.”

“Just because you kept me alive first.”

“Oh, c’mon, shut up”, you said, shaking your head while smiling. “We’ve talk about that too many times. Don’t start again.”

The first time you talked with Creeper after the war, he was completely broken. Knowing FBI had killed his whole charter was devastating for him. He thought he had lost everything, but he didn’t give up. And when you suggested that he should talk to his brothers to open the door to dialogue, you gave him a new purpose to live for. It was only a matter of time before he was able to heal his wounds. When Oakland’s charter offered him a place at their table, Neron was more convinced that the brotherhood for which he had given his life was not completely over.

“But it’s the truth, Y/N”, he insisted. “I owe you my life.”

“So, just keep living”, you told him. “Don’t let the past drag you down.”

“I won’t. I swear.”

“Good.”

You looked at him with a sweet smile, recognising in him the genuine smile you had loved since the first time you saw it. Despite everything, the deaths, the blood, and the betrayals, that smile was still there. He was there. And that filled you with joy. It was amusing to think that all this had started just because he was in the bathroom you desperately needed to use. Fate was peculiar.

“Have you heard anything more from Kody?”, you asked him since the memory of how you met reminded you of the time Kody called you asking for the bathroom chick.

“Fuck no”, he growled. “And I don’t wanna hear her name again. She’s dead to me.”

You didn’t know what had really happened between them or why she had so much influence in the FBI, and probably you would never know for sure, but you had some conjectures in mind. However, it no longer mattered.

Even if you had wanted to, you wouldn’t have been able to add anything before Tig shouted for you to approach the group who were about to do a round of shots.

“It’s going to be a fucking long day”, Creeper muttered as he stood up. “Are you in? I’d like to see who’s the first to throw up over the table.”

“Hell yes.”

As hours went by, you felt your body getting more and more tired. You didn’t want to go home yet, so you opted to sit down on a stool next to the counter bar. When one of the prospects asked if you wanted something, you said a bottle of water.

“Welcome parties are always hard”, Marcus commented, sitting on the stool next to you with a glass full of some liquor. “I’m glad to finally meet Happy’s Old Lady.”

“It’s my pleasure, Padrino”, you answered. “I've heard great things about you.”

“Half will be lies”, he assured you, smiling slightly. “Good things I’ve done are only because I’m too old. Experience always makes you clever.”

“Those pricks could learn something from you then. I’m pretty sure that some of them just think with their dicks.”, you added. And your words made Marcus laughed. “But I like to see them like that. After all that happened, it’s good to see them having a good time together.”

“Yeah, it is”, he nodded. “When you don’t know war, peace is overrated. I hope they have learnt enough not to repeat the same mistakes”.

“Sounds good, but there’s always going to be mistakes. Doing bad things is their way of living. Is what they do.”

“Did you get to know Clay?”, Marcus asked you suddenly.

“Yeah, for a while. But mostly at the end”, you answered. “With half lung less he wasn’t so intimidating.”

“He did good things, but also bad ones. Now is remembered for the bad ones. Jax did bad things too, but he’s remembered just for the great ones. What I mean is that we all do both. Always. That’s why our successes must be bigger than our mistakes”, he explained to you before suddenly changing the subject. “Happy and you want kids?”

“Nope. We’re good. Kids ain’t our thing.”

“I have a two-years-old boy waiting for me at home. And two teenagers too. Having your own family helps you to think more with the heart and less with the head.”, he told you. “You did it too. Thinking with your heart. You convincing SAMCRO to protect Creeper so he could find out who the rat was helped us a lot after the war. SAMCRO upholding the code between MCs and the brotherhood really meant something to the rest of the Mayans who were tired of so much betrayal and lies.”

“Some of these men wouldn’t say that it was a good thing I thought with the heart. They’d say I did what I did because I’m a woman. That we’re always the weakest and fucking sensitive.”

“So, fuck them”, Marcus answered. “Thinking only with the head is what has caused so much bloodshed.”

“Now I understand why they call you Padrino”, you said with a grin on your face. “And now I really believe all the great things I heard about you.”

Although you would have loved to carry on the conversation for the rest of the night, noticing your phone vibrating in your jeans managed to throw you off. When you took it out of your pocket, you saw a missing call.

“I’m sorry. I have to take it.”

“It’s okay, querida”, he answered, putting his hand on your shoulder in an affectionate manner. “Just take care of your man. And help him to think with his heart too. Happy’s going to need it.”

“I’ll do try.”

With the phone in your hand, you left the clubhouse and walked away from drunks outside. Only when you were far enough, you called her back. She didn’t even bother to say hello.

“Everything’s good? Is Neron out?”, she asked you. It was easy to notice the worry in her voice.

“Yeah. Everything’s perfect”, you confirmed her. “He’s inside the club with his brothers celebrating his return.”

“Great. Great”, he mumbled. And despite the silence, you knew what she was going to say now. Since she stopped visiting him after what happened in Santo Padre, every time you spoke it was the same two questions. “Did he ask for me? Did he say anything about me?”

“Neron has his head in too many things right now.”

It was always the same answer from you too. But this time, it was different. Now he was out, he was a free man without visiting hours or restrictions. And she knew it.

“I was thinking I could go there. He might want to see me and talk. I have so many things I want to tell him if he gives me the opportunity. If you talk to him first, he might…”

“I’m sorry, Kody”, you interrupted her. “I’m really sorry, but it seems that Neron hasn’t forgiven you yet for whatever happened between you two.”

You really felt bad for her, but it would have been even worse confessing that Creeper had told you she was dead to him. Perhaps you should have warned her earlier so that she would not get her hopes up, but you also thought that Creeper might change his mind once he was released from prison.

“Perhaps, if you let some time pass, he…”

“No. It’s fine. I should have known better”, she raised her voice, but this time it seemed angrier. “I’ve already lost more than two years of my life with him. It’s fucking unhealthy and I need to stop. It’s better this way.”

“I’m really sorry, Kody”, you told her again because it was the only thing you could say right now.

“I don’t think we should talk anymore either”, she added. And after talking to her by phone at least once a month for two years, it will be weird at first, but it was the right choice.

“You could save my number”, you suggested. “In case one day you have some information that could be useful to us. We don’t want a repeat of what happened in Santo Padre.”

You had never talk about your private lives. Kody knew you were an outlaw, and you knew she was close to the FBI. Your only topic of conversation had been Neron, but it would be good to have an acquaintance who could warn you in case police became interested in the MCs again.

“It won’t happen again as longer as you don’t leave dead bodies on the streets”, she answered back. “But I’ll do. I’ll save it.”

Kody hung up seconds later and you put your phone back in your pocket with mixed feelings. She seemed to really care about Creeper, so it was a fucked up that he hated her so much. But at the same time, if he felt that way, it was because she had done something really bad to him, so it was better for him to be far away from Kody.

“Everything’s all right over there, doll?”, Tig brought you out of your thoughts.

“Perfect”, you assured him with a smile on your face. “Are you having fun, baby?”

“Fuck yes. I love welcome parties”, he said as he passed an arm around your shoulders. “Weren’t you trying to go home already, were you?”

“Of course not”, you answered. “Indeed, I’d want another beer.”

“You have read my mind, love.”

By the end of the night, everyone was either passed out or lying on a sofa or a chair. Some were even on the floor. Nothing you hadn’t seen before actually. You were with Happy on a single sofa, sitting on his lap while you kissed. The kisses could be sweet, but the way Happy stroked your thigh caused a warn feeling inside you.

“The night was amazing”, you told him, aware that no one else would be able to hear you right now. “But you know what a perfect ending would be? You fucking me until we pass out too”.

“Right here?”

“You wish”, you answered. As he smirked, you bit your lower lip.

“Maybe there’s an empty dorm. If not, I’ll kick out whoever is there.”

“Sounds good”, you nodded, but a gasp caught your attention. Creeper had two croweaters on either side kissing his neck and caressing his body. The fact that he was the only one who drank just water could be the reason why he was one of the few who were still awake. “Seems he’s having fun till the end.”

“He’s definitely doing so.”

“Would you want to be him?”, you asked him, looking at Happy again. “Having all the croweaters you want doing whatever you ask, just to make you feel good.”

You felt the hand on your thigh grip you more tightly as the other moved up to the back of your neck.

“I wouldn’t change you for anything”, he promised you with his deep, dark gaze on yours. “You are the only one I want. The only one I’ll ever want.”

Your smile widened at his words even though you already knew that would be his answer. He kissed you more passionately than before, and you lost yourself on the kiss until his fingers grabbed the necklace hidden under your shirt.

“When are we gonna tell them?”, he asked you.

“Don’t know. I’m waiting for the right moment.”

You took your fingers to his necklace too. You had both been hiding the fine silver chain with a ring on it under your shirts for weeks. You didn’t expect Happy to be into the whole wedding thing. You didn’t expect it from you either. But when one night Happy put a ring on your finger while you were simply on the sofa watching tv, you almost started crying. Apparently, he had been carrying the ring in his pocket for months, trying to figure out the best way to give it to you. And until this day, you had been waiting for the right time to announce it to the boys.

“Don’t wanna wait more”, he said. And before you could even process his words, Happy kept talking. “Hey! We’re getting married.”

Between the gazes that were suddenly on you, you focused on Creeper and Chibs.

“Just you, fucking bastards, could choose a moment like this to tell us something like that”, Chibs complained. He was sitting on a stool, leaning on the counter bar with both arms, his sunglasses on, and a cigarette between his fingers. “I’d hug you, but I’d better do it some other time when I don’t smell like a fucking minibar.”

“We all know it’s because you can’t even stand up now, old man”, you said, grinning.

“Fuck you, sweetheart.”

“I’d hug you too, but I smell like something you really don’t want to smell”, Creeper added. “But congratulations, guys. I knew this was gonna happen sooner or later. I’m so happy for you both.”

“Hey!”, Happy raised his voice again, but this time while kicking Tig’s back, who was lying on the floor next to your feet with a women slept over him. “We’re getting married, dickhead.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, brother”, Tig mumbled. He needed some seconds to understand what Happy had told him. And when he did, his eyes opened widely. “Wait, what?”

Tig careless pushed the women who was with him and sat down on the floor before resting his head on your legs.

“Congratulations, man. I guess I no longer have any chance of banging you, Y/N.”

“You’ve never had a chance, Tig”, you answered.

“Don’t know. When you first came to Charming, I thought you might be looking for a daddy, but you preferred that weirdo”, he continued, deadly serious. “But I’m so happy for you both. You’re both as insane as each other. And I fucking love you, guys.”

“And we love you too, Tiggy”, you said while caressing his tousled black curls, which was enough to make him close his eyes again.

“What’s his fucking problem?” Creeper asked, moving his eyes between Chibs and Happy and you, not understanding why none of you were startled by what Tig had said.

“I’d like to say that is cause he’s drunk, but it’s not”, you told him.

“He’s just a sick bastard”, Happy added.

“The sickest bastard I've ever known”, Chibs pointed out.

The death, the dangers, the risks... nothing mattered at that moment. It was a fucked-up life and a fucked-up family, but it was the life and the family you had chosen. And you didn’t regret a single thing. Even if you have your whole life ahead of you or only a few years left to live. Even if you could go back in time to the moment when a prospect offered you to go to a party at Sons of Anarchy Tacoma’s clubhouse, you would do it all over again until you get back to this very moment.

“What the fuck is doing fucking Marcus Alvarez in my room?”

It was quite amusing the way Happy looked at you when he opened the door of his club’s dormitory to find El Padrino on his bed.

“Shit. I forgot. He wanted to leave early to Santo Padre to see his family, so I told him he could sleep in your dorm to not be disturbed.”

“Well, it’s your loss”, he answered. “Now I’m not gonna fuck you.”

“You are not?” you asked him with a raised eyebrow. “Then I’ll ask Tig. He seemed eager to do so.”

“Fuck you.”

Happy took you in his arms and carried you to the bathroom. He kicked out a Mayan who was sleeping over the toilet after throwing up and slammed the door. Suddenly, he put you against the sink, facing the mirror, and dropped your shorts.

“It’s so easy to get under your skin, babe”, you told him, biting your lower lip. He looked at you deadly serious while unbuckling his belt. “And it may have been a set up. Perhaps I wanted you to fuck me in the bath from the beginning. So, I win again.”

Happy pulled your hair apart to be able to kiss and bite your neck. His hands clutched tightly to your hips, and as his trousers were down his knees, you could feel his hard-on against you.

“You’re so fucking mean”, Happy muttered against your skin before pushing your back a little further down, so he could have better access. “And I fucking love you for that.”

“I love you too. So fucking much.”

“Now, try not to shout too much. Or do it if you want”, he said. “I don’t give a shit.”

THE END

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Chapter Twenty-Seven is now live!

this is a long chapter and has a lot of violence, please read authors notes and take care of yourselves!

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That's 220 more posts than 2021!

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Soul Necessities

Okay so I fell down the Austin Butler rabbit hole. Here is a drabble of a story I'm working on. Let me know if you will like to be tagged.

Link to full story is here.

You were explaining to a customer about High John oil when he walked in. He wore a baseball cap and sunglasses hoping to disguise himself, but you knew who he was since he visited your shop the last three times. You always gave your celebrity clients anonymity as some had come to you for readings and shopped in your shop for all their needs to help them along their spiritual journey. You finished with your customer and helped another as you watched him looking over your crystal selection. He must have felt you gazing at him as he looked up an caught your gaze. You sheepishly looked away. You wanted to kick yourself as you never gave any customer special treatment, but it was something about his energy that drew you to him. While helping one of your customers you notice he made his selection and headed to the register. You looked around for Dora your assistant to ring him up when you realized she was in the back making more oils. Shit! You would have to ring him up. You were lucky enough to not ring him up his last few visits but today it would be your turn. As you walked up to the register, he took off his sunglasses and smiled at you.

“How are you doing?” He greeted. His voice was sexy and raspy, and your knees went weak. This was why you kept yourself from him. His energy had a pull on you, and you could not allow yourself to be caught up.

“I’m good I hope you are.” You gazed in his blue eyes. They were beautiful. He sat a couple crystals on the counter. “So, we are getting Bloodstone and Carnelian today?”

“Yeah, I need the confidence and courage. I’m auditioning for a big role tomorrow.”

“I’m sure you will get it.” You reached behind the counter and pulled a Black Tourmaline and put it in his bag with the others. “I’m giving you a Black Tourmaline as it will keep negative energy away.”

“Thank you so much! I’m Austin.” He stuck his hand out to shake and you firmly shook it and of course you felt the electricity between you two. He must have felt it to because his eyes widen a little.

“I’m Y/N.” you let go of his hand.

“Yes, I know, and you are the owner of this beautiful shop.” You looked at him curiously as to how he knew that. “A friend suggested I come here.”

“Oh, that’s great!” You gave him his total and swiped his card he handed you.

“Can I schedule a reading with you.” Austin licked his lips and stared at you intently. You felt the sexual energy radiating off him. There was no way you could give him a reading as you were to attracted to him. You berated yourself for the way you felt as you had done plenty of reading for good looking celebrities, but it was something about Austin that threw you off your game. So, you suggested Dora and his micro expression of disappointment flashed across his face. You lied and told him you were booked and handed him Dora’s card. He took the card and thanked you. Customers started lining up behind him.

“Thank you for this.” He held up his bag of crystals.

“Of course, they will help. Put them in your pockets when you audition. I have a feeling you will get the part.”

Austin smiled his beautiful smile at you, put on his sunglasses and walked out the door. As he exited relief washed over you. He took a lot from you. His energy was just too strong around you.

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Untitled Part 2

I can't for the life of me think of a title!

Reggie Kray X Reader

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You studied Reggie for a moment trying to determine what he wanted. The bags were getting heavier, so you gave in and let him in your brother’s home. Reggie followed behind you and sat the grocery bag on the kitchen counter like you did the others.

“Will you and your brother be my guest tonight?” Reggie asked again.

“Sure. Just make sure we don’t run into any problems.” You told him as you started toward the door hoping he would get the hint. He did and stopped on the porch to look at you.

“You will not have any problems. I will see you both around 9.”

You nodded and shut the door in his face.

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95 notes - Posted March 23, 2022

Oscar Night Hangover

Just a little drabble...

The freight train ran over your body and decided to back up and roll over it again for good measure. You groaned as you opened your eyes to a mostly dark room, the blinds had been closed, but some sunlight was creeping through. You closed your eyes again as an intense headache pounded your temples.

“Oh God,” you moaned as you sat up in bed. You still had your dress on from the Oscar’s last night. What the fuck happened? You sat for a few minutes trying to recollect the previous night. You remember being on the red carpet with Austin, you remember him winning the Best Actor award, but the after party you were drawing a blank.

You looked over to find a bottle of water and a couple Goody powder packets sitting on the nightstand. Ah shit! You must have really got fucked up last night. You looked over to find Austin fast asleep in his boxers. How the hell was he in his boxers and you were still fully dressed. You leaned over to wake him and winced from your headache.

“Austin…Austin..” You shook his shoulder to wake him up.

Austin sat up, rubbing his eyes, and looked over at you. A hearty chuckle escaped him as he looked at your appearance.

“What the hell happened?”

Austin couldn’t help but start to really laugh. “What?” You were so confused.

“Babe, you had way too much vodka.”

“Oh my God, how bad was I?” You prayed you did not embarrass Austin on his big night; however, you felt a little relief as his laugher got louder.

“You were no worse than anyone else. You, Viola, Lupita and Danai sure had a good time on the dance floor.”

“Why am I still in my dress?”

“You didn’t want to take it off. You literally just crashed on the bed, so I let you be. I know how stubborn you are when you’re drunk.”

You sighed with frustration and slowly got up from the bed, steadying yourself as you still had a slight buzz. You headed to the bathroom, Austin got up from the bed and followed you to the bathroom, he knew the routine. He leaned on the door frame. You gasped when you got to the mirror.

“Austin!! Why did you let me get like this?!!” You stood dumbfounded as you looked at your smeared makeup with one false eyelash barely hanging on. Your braids that were done up in a beautiful style were now only half up in style. You sighed as you undid the rest of your hair and let it fall anywhere it wanted to lay.

“Babe, I told you to slow down, but you never listen, especially when you and Danai get together.” Austin chuckled again as he walked into the bathroom and stood behind you.

“You ready?” He asked amusement all over his face.

“Ready for what?” You asked, looking at him from the mirror and as if on cue you became extremely nauseous.

“Dammit!” You rushed to the toilet, got on your knees, and leaned over, Austin grabbed your braids and held them back as you vomited. Holding your hair tight he rubbed your back as you purged. It seemed forever before you were finally done. You felt a little better as Austin helped you up from the toilet.

“You never going to learn, are you?” Austin asked with the same look of amusement. You walked to the sink and brushed your teeth quickly to get the horrible taste out of your mouth. Austin kissed the top of your head and went back into the bedroom. You removed your dress and looked over in the full-length mirror, you really looked a hot ass mess. Walking out into the bedroom with dress in hand and only your panties on you asked Austin if you ruined his night.

“No, babe you didn’t. If anything, you made it more entertaining as always.” He told you sitting on the edge of the bed. You threw your dress down on the bed and stood in front of him.

“Are you sure?” you rubbed your hands through his sandy blonde hair as he wrapped his arms around your waist kissing your stomach.

“Yes, I’m sure.” He looked up at you with his gorgeous smile that he always gave you to reassure you.

“I’m so proud of you for winning best actor. It was definitely well deserved.”

“Thanks babe.” He kissed your stomach again softly and you felt his tongue trace your bellybutton.

“Babe, I need to take a shower.” You needed to make love to your handsome Oscar winner as it obviously did not happen last night.

“Can I join you? He asked hopefully. You leaned over and softly kissed his lips.

“Well of course you can….who is going to deny the best actor in Hollywood.” Austin got up and picked you up and slung you over his shoulder. You yelped and laughed.

“I love you, you lush.” He slapped your ass as he took you in the bathroom. He put you in front of the shower.

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110 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

Soul Necessities

You were explaining to a customer about High John oil when he walked in. He wore a baseball cap and sunglasses hoping to disguise himself, but you knew who he was since he visited your shop the last three times. You always gave your celebrity clients anonymity as some had come to you for readings and shopped in your shop Soul Necessities for all their needs to help them along their spiritual journey. You finished with your customer and helped another as you watched him looking over your crystal selection. He must have felt you gazing at him as he looked up an caught your gaze. You sheepishly looked away. You wanted to kick yourself as you never gave any customer special treatment, but it was something about his energy that drew you to him. While helping one of your customers you notice he made his selection and headed to the register. You looked around for Dora your assistant to ring him up when you realized she was in the back making more oils. Shit! You would have to ring him up. You were lucky enough to not ring him up his last couple of visits but today it would be your turn. As you walked up to the register, he took off his sunglasses and smiled at you.

“I’m good I hope you are.” You gazed in his blue eyes. They were beautiful. He sat a couple crystals on the counter. “So, we are getting Bloodstone and Carnelian today?”

“Yeah, I need the confidence and courage. I’m auditioning for a big role in a couple of days.”

“I’m sure you will get it.” You reached behind the counter and pulled a small piece of Black Tourmaline and put it in his bag with the others. “I’m giving you a piece of Black Tourmaline as it will keep negative energy away.”

“I’m Y/N.” you let go of his hand.

“Yes, I know, and you are the owner of this beautiful shop.” You looked at him curiously as to how he knew that. “A friend suggested I come here.”

“Oh, that’s great!” You gave him his total and swiped his card he handed you.

“Can I schedule a reading with you.” Austin licked his lips and stared at you intently. Fuck! He knew what he was doing. You felt the sexual energy radiating off him. There was no way you could give him a reading as you were too attracted to him. You berated yourself for the way you felt as you had done plenty of reading for good looking celebrities, but it was something about Austin that threw you off your game. So, you suggested Dora and his micro expression of disappointment flashed across his face. You lied and told him you were booked and handed him Dora’s card. He took the card and thanked you.

“Thank you for this.” He held up his bag of crystals.

“Of course, they will help. Put them in your pockets when you audition. I have a feeling you will get the part.”

Austin smiled his beautiful smile at you, put on his sunglasses and walked out the door. As he exited relief washed over you. He took a lot from you. His energy was just too strong around you. You rung up some customers and Dora finally exited the back with a basket of freshly made oils.

“You finally spoke to him?” she asked stocking the shelf.

“Dora, did you stay in the back on purpose?”

Dora chuckled, “Yes, you needed to talk to him this time. You been lusting after him ever since he’s been coming in here.”

“You little bitch!”

“I know but trust me you will thank me later.”

“For what? I’m staying far away from him. He’s an energy vampire and it’s too much for me.”

“Oh please! He is not intentionally draining you. He is just attracted to you. Why do you think he has been coming here?”

“For his spiritual needs like everyone else.”

“Don’t play dumb.” Dora rolled her eyes at you.

“Well, he asked for a reading, and I gave him your card.”

“That’s for the best cause you won’t be able to do it.”

“I know Dora!”

“Oh now you want to act all wise.” Dora chuckled and went to help a customer that walked in.

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144 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

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Stubborn

“You have put me in the most impossible position the past two years, Y/N!!” your brother Kelvin shouted at you.

“Lower your voice before you wake up Nemma!” you harshly whispered at him. As soon as the words left your mouth you heard your daughter start to fuss over the baby monitor. You gave your brother a stern look and went to check on your baby girl. Kelvin sighed in frustration and sat down on your couch. You walked back into the living room holding Neema trying to soothe her.

“Kelvin, if I wanted him to know I would have told him.” You sat next to your brother.

“He has a right to know he’s a father. He has called or text me at least every other day begging me for your number or any info. Do you know how hard it has been not to tell him? He’s, my friend.”

“I’m your sister and I asked you not to tell him anything and I want you to continue to respect my wishes. He doesn’t need a child in his life right now. He is about to become an huge star.”

“That is up for him to decide. I’m telling him in Cannes and that’s final.” Kelvin stood up and looked at you with his mind set. You couldn’t argue with him anymore because you saw in his eyes, he was dead set on doing what he said he was going to do. You sighed as Kelvin leaned over and kissed his niece’s cheek and your cheek.

“I love you, sis.” With that Kelvin was out the door to catch his flight to Cannes, France. You sat on the couch stunned and scared of what was to come.

For the past three days your brother refused to answer your calls. It was frustrating because you weren’t just calling for personal reasons but professional as you were his assistant and had work related information for him. Calls from casting directors were picking up since he was cast as B.B. King in the movie Elvis, and you needed to relay info to him but he left you no choice but to leave him detailed information on his voicemail. You kissed Nemma’s chubby cheeks as you dressed her for bedtime when you heard your doorbell ring. You frowned because you were going to be pissed if it was a salesperson. Hopefully it was your Amazon packages as the app did say they were a few stops away.

You picked up Nemma, walked to your door and peep out the peephole. You gasped and stepped back when you saw who was on the other side of your door. Fuck! Fuck! Dammit Kelvin!

You just stood staring at the door when Nemma began to get fussy and cry out.

“I know you are in there Y/N! Open the door!” His deep, sultry voice carried through the door. You started to panic because you literally had on an old Metallica t-shirt with black boy shorts and your long braids were tied up in a scarf. You looked a hot mess. You shifted Nemma to your left side and slowly open the door. There he stood looking tired, but amazing. His light blue jeans and red t-shirt were wrinkled, his dirty blonde hair was messy and all over his head. Beside him were a large suitcase and a carryon bag. You realized he must have flown straight from Cannes.

“Austin, what are you doing here?” Dumb question.

Austin just stood there staring at Neema. You didn’t know what to do or say, so you just stood there also and then you notice his eyes fill up with tears.

“Why?” his voice was soft and full of hurt. You felt as if someone punched you in the gut. Maybe you made the wrong decision in keeping it from him that he had a child. You thought it was for the best after all it was just a one night stand you both had in Australia. You were with your brother on set and even got to play an extra in the movie. One night you, Austin, your brother, and a few others were in Alton Mason’s hotel room drinking and having a good time. Everyone tested negative for Covid that morning, so no one was worried about being in the same room. Now you were not going to lie and say you didn’t find Austin extremely attractive as soon as you laid eyes on him and per your brother, he felt the same. So, after a night of drinking, you found yourself in his temporary home that night waking up in his bed with a splitting headache and your core aching. He fucked you hard that night. He was still sleep and you let yourself out and found your way back to your hotel. It was your brothers last scene so you both were on a plane back home within hours. Your brother knew you were with Austin that night and you asked him if Austin called looking for you not to give him your number. You didn’t want to date an actor, you dealt with enough of them working for your brother. When you found out you were pregnant you kept it from your brother as long as you could even though he kept telling you Austin was calling him asking for you. Why was he so relentless it was just a one-night stand……wasn’t it?

You stepped aside to let Austin in…what else were you going to do. Austin grabbed his luggage and walked into your home. Damn he smelled good. He sat his luggage by the door. Turned around and looked at you as a tear rolled down his face. You quickly walked over to your coffee table and grabbed him a Kleenex.

“I’m sorry.” You told him as you handed it to him. That was all you could think of to say.

“I tried Y/N, I tried so hard to find you, but you didn’t want me?”

“I thought it was for the best at the time. I don’t know what else I can say….I’m truly sorry Austin.” As you watch him stare adoringly at his daughter you were truly apologetic for your actions toward him and to Neema for missing out on being with her dad the first year of her life.

“We have a lot to talk about, but I want to hold my daughter now.” Austin wiped his face of tears; you handed him his daughter and grabbed his tissue to throw away. When you came back into the living room, he was sitting on the couch holding her staring at her with awe. She was beautiful. She had his dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes with a dark tan complexion. She was the spitting image of you and him both.

“I can get a DNA test if you want.” You told him sitting at the opposite end of the couch. Austin’s head snapped up looking at you with a hint of anger in his eyes.

“Did I ask for one?” his voice was raised.

“Okay…Okay…” You shrunk back into the couch feeling like an idiot. “Austin I-”

“Don’t Y/N…just don’t. You have no idea the feelings I have for you and if you speak now, I might say something that will hurt you.”

You were shocked. “Austin it was just one night.” You didn’t mean what you were saying.

“It was more for me and obviously it wasn’t just one night. We have a child together! I can’t possibly love someone so heartless.”

Love!

“Love?”

Austin sighed, he looked so defeated and mentally tired. “Yes, Y/N. I love you and you have no idea what I have been through the past two years. Look at me and tell me you don’t feel the same cause when we were together that night, I know we both felt it. I wasn’t fucking you Y/N, I was making love to you. I know it scared you. That’s why you ran away and why you kept Nemma from me. Don’t feed me that bullshit about not wanting to date actors like Kelvin says. I’m not just some random actor. I’m the father of your child.”

You looked at him dumbfounded as realization washed over you. You knew it, you been known but you kept denying it and burying it deep down. You did love him. You loved him the moment you laid eyes on him on set. Austin leaned down and kissed Nemma on the lips and looked back up at you.

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