#EZ X YOU

[bullet-prooflove]

 I’m drinking tonight, gonna give up the fight

References to the Community Living series, where EZ pays off the debt on your bar.

For the first time in a long time EZ goes to a different bar. He doesn't remember the last time that happened. He's always felt at home in your place, drinking or serving them up.

You don't want to see him, you've made that perfectly clear and he won't force his presence on you. He knows he should have consulted you about paying off the debt, but he always knew that you would have said no and honestly he couldn't stand to see another split lip or bruised eye. He thinks he would have killed the other man if he'd laid a hand on you again, especially after those threats on collecting 'interest'

"I'm not a damsel in distress." You told him. "I don't need you to save me."

Men have been stealing away your choices your entire life and now he's just become another one of them.

Its Coco that takes a seat next to him, Coco that orders another scotch as EZ drains the last one.

"You should talk to her." He states as he angles his body towards EZ. "Instead of sitting here wallowing."

"I'm not wallowing." EZ says sipping from his glass. "She doesn't want to talk to me."

"You do understand why she's mad at you don't you? This thing with the debt its upset the balance of the relationship, before it was equal and now she feels like owes you and it bleeds into the relationship, everything little thing you disagree with, she's gonna be wondering if you are gonna call that in."

EZ shoots him a sharp look.

"I wouldn't do that."

"I know that..." Coco says sipping his beer. "But does she? What guarantee does she have that you won't?"

EZ thinks on that for a second, swilling the ice cubes around the glass so they kink together.

"You're saying she needs a guarantee?"

"Wouldn't you?" Coco points out. "She needs to know the terms so she can move forward with a plan. That's what's going to get you out of this mess."

"How am I..." EZ trails off as Coco shrugs.

"You're the genius you figure it out."

[bumblesimagines]

“who the fuck said that? you’re great.”

“i’d tap that.”

“your ass is your best quality.”

Angel Reyes

“who the fuck said that? you’re great.”

“i’d tap that.”

“your ass is your best quality.”

pronouns: they/them, gender neutral

reminder that i do have a ko-fi if anyone has ever wanted to tip me!

"Angel, what do you think of me?" It wasn't everyday you asked Angel Reyes for his opinion, but one disastrous date had left you feeling down and desperate for at least some comfort. Angel blinked at you, lips pressed to the rim of his bottle and brows slowly knitting in question. "Do you think I'm boring? Hopeless and destined for nothing?"

“Who the fuck said that? You’re great.” Angel scoffed and took one last swing of his beer, emptying the bottle completely and shoving it in the direction of the nearest prospect.

"I had a date last night and they said I was boring." You revealed in a mutter, a soft sigh slipping past your lips. Your first date in years and it ended with tears, wine, and ice cream. Angel winced.

"Fuck 'em. They don't know what their missing out on."

"What are they missing out on, Angel? I serve beers to criminals for a living and only have a one bedroom apartment to my name." You groaned and slumped down on the bar, face burying into your forearms. Angel exchanged a glance with the amused yet silent Ez beside him.

"Well, for starters, your ass is your best quality." Ez elbowed his side. "And, you have a great sense of humor. Besides, not everyone can serve beer to a motorcycle club and not piss themselves."

You laughed into your arms and lifted your head with a small smile. "My ass is my best quality."

"Exactly. I'd tap that."

"I'd be flattered but you'd fuck anything that breathes and has a hole, Angel."

[juicesgf]

You Belong to Me. - Angel Reyes

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

And fuck did he hate it.

💋💋💋💋💋💋

His hands never left my waist as we “danced”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mm your brother seems to like it”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-hails🧸

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : Instagram AU

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yourusername Life has been crazy lately, but we’re still here 💘

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alizemiaharlow THE PARENTS 🤞🏼

ezharlow Life has been kicking our asses, mostly dads 🤷🏼‍♂️

jackharlow Here you go…..

cassiewyatt ARE YOU GUYSSS BACK FROM VACATION????

yourusername Cass baby, you’re literally on our driveway 😂😂

cassiewyatt I knowwwww I want to make sure you guys were back lol

user1 WEVE MISSED YOU GUYS OMGGGG

user2 THE HARLOWS ARE BACK?????

user3 MOM AND DAD!!!

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jackharlow Did you miss us?

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ezharlow YES

ezharlow NEVER AGAIN LEAVE ME WITH YOUR DAUGHTER!!!!

alizemiaharlow 🙄 You’re so dramatic.

cassiewyatt 🤣🤣🤣 oh the amount of tea I have for you guyssss. But yes, we did miss youuuuu guys 🥺

jackharlow We’ll catch up on it all Princess.

claybornharlow Is this bad timing to let you know one of your demon spawns crashed y/n Supra?

yourusername EXCUSE ME WHAT?

cozane CLAY 🤦🏻

jackharlow It was Ezequiel wasn’t it?

ezharlow WHAT? MEEE? WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE ME??

druski It always is you. you came into this world to humble your dad 🤣🤣

jackharlow 🙄

claybornharlow So definitely not EZ

ezharlow HA IN ALL YOUR FACES

jackharlow MIA???? IT WAS MIA???

alizemiaharlow *blocked & runs away*

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alizemiaharlow The night everything changed 😭 MOM IM SORRYYYYYYY

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cozane Never again please

alizemiaharlow 🥺 I’m sorrryyyyyy

selenosunni 🤦🏼‍♂️ Scared us half to death

cozane Had me sweating and shit

urbanwyatt Wait why don’t I know about this?

urbanwyatt WHAT HAPPENED?

ezharlow How do you not know this? Doesn’t she tell you everything?

urbanwyatt APPARENTLY NOT

alizemiaharlow 🙄 Stop instigating cheesy

claybornharlow Ok let me clarify, she didn’t crash crash, a curb got in her way and it scratched up the tires and rims and a little pit of the paint.

ezharlow & if you know my mom, you know ever since she was a teen she wanted a Supra (thanks Paul Walker) so when dad bought it for her on their 6th year anniversary, she’s been putting in work and drives it on special occasions.

alizemiaharlow Way to make me feel even worse

yourusername I don’t care about the car, as long as YOU are okay Mia.

ezharlow Wait so can I keep it then since you don’t care about it?

jackharlow 🙄 NO

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ezharlow Today consisted of dropping off Goblin at the shop, and then taking the demon spawns out for ice cream- they picked out their outfit 🔥

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alizemiaharlow Demon spawns have style🔥🔥

jackharlow goblin and my babies looking 🔥🔥🔥

cozane what are you doing to goblin?

ezharlow Tunin’ it a bit

user if I had rich parents of course I would ask them for that car

ezharlow Gag on you my parents didn’t buy it for me.

claybornharlow Ace Sebastian and Arya Lizeth Harlow 🥺 the ones who have me wrapped around their little fingers.

alizemiaharlow Same & they know it 😩

user did you get that car with your mommy money

ezharlow Nah, with your daddy’s money.

user he probably doesn’t even know how to drive it.

ezharlow Ask your mom

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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Your Biker in Worn Leather

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader

Category: Angst/Comfort

Word count: 353

Summary: You call EZ to pick you up and his temper goes through the roof at the state you’re in.

Warnings: Mentions of cuts, scratches, and bruises

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“Can you please come and get me?” Those words played on loop in EZ’s head, he couldn’t get the sound of your scared voice out of his head. You didn’t tell him what happened or if you were hurt, only where to pick you up from.

Ezekiel was quick to jump on his bike and speed to your location. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, mind racing a mile a second thinking about all the possible scenarios you could be in. By the time EZ finally found you on the side of the street, it was pouring rain and you had no rain coat or umbrella to shield you. As EZ took off his helmet and goggles, he noticed you were shaking and that’s when you immediately raced towards him, throwing your arms around his neck and clinging to him for dear life, not giving him the chance to get off his bike. EZ’s arms instinctively enveloped you in a tight embrace, his hand gently rubbing your back. Neither one of you cared that you were getting drenched and could possibly end up with a cold tomorrow. You needed him, his safety, his protection, and you needed him as close as possible. EZ allowed the hug to last a few more moments. “Let’s get you dry, okay?” He spoke softly, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

You nodded against his shoulder before pulling yourself out of his arms. As you did so, EZ caught sight of the state you were in, a busted lip, bruises decorating your arms, and a red cheek. EZ’s blood boiled more and more as he saw each bruise, scratch, and cut littering your body. “Who did this to you?” He blurted out, causing you to jump at his stern tone and clenched jaw. The movement didn’t go unnoticed. “I’m sorry, mi amor. I didn’t mean to scare you. Do you know who did this to you?” He apologized before asking again, this time in a calmer tone.

You knew exactly who did this, and you knew EZ would revel in setting the score.

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EZ Reyes Taglist: @zaenight

[cozmic-wyatt]

FOR YOU @funkycrabturtle I hope you like it >_< I personally think it's one of my best art yet ^_^ (so far) @ezgurple I hope u notice this beautiful art too >_<

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Sinfully Delicious - An EZ Reyes/Reader Smut Short.

I was feeling a certain way about EZ all day, so now you can, too! Especially since people say there isn't enough in the way of stories about him out there, yet he remains one of my least reacted with smut subjects?! Anyway, hot filth below, so go enjoy!

Words - 836

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

EZ Reyes. He’s the only man who has ever had such a profound effect upon you, that just looking at him ignites your arousal. You can feel your cunt fluttering with the longing for him, to feel him, your skin craving the heat of his against it.

When you find yourself falling into fantasies, your body responds, just the very thought of him inside you making you wet, your inner walls aching, needing to feel his cock pushing into you deep.  

When you finally get him, you almost don’t know how to react, though. With your fantasy right there before you, kisses of scorching heat landing upon your mouth and his hand gliding up your bare leg, your brain goes to static completely.  

“Fuck,” he grunts, reaching the drenched fabric of your underwear. “You’re absolutely soaking.” His words are delivered on a hungry grunt, gently biting your lower lip with a groan, his fingertips fighting past the sodden garment to stroke your folds. “God, that feels so good and It’s only my fingers."

His touch glides over your clit, and you buck into his hand, gasping, EZ smiling against your lips. “That feel nice, beautiful? Yeah, is that how you want me to touch you, play with this pretty little clit until you come hard for me, hmm? Or do you need something inside of you?” His words have you mindless, only capable of using sounds, and he knows it, knows he’s winding you tightly. “Maybe I should give you both, huh?”  

Pushing you back against the counter he has you sitting upon, he pulls off your undies, lowering his head to your heat, his fingers pushing inside you as his tongue begins to lay licks over your aching bud, his breaths hot and sharp against you. “God, you taste amazing. So fucking sweet.”  

It burns golden through you, each lick firming, his fingers rooting deep as your cunt streams over them, his lips wrapping to suck upon you.  

“Oh, please don’t stop! Fuck, that feels so good!”  

He looks up at you, eyes gleaming. “Finally found your voice, huh? That’s good, cuz’ I’m all set to hear you wail pretty for me, beautiful.” When he sucks on you again, you do, your voice breaking on a cry, the lewd sounds of him feasting on your clit filling the air, peppered by his grunts. The squelch of his fingers pounding into your pussy overtakes the other noises, the erotic orchestra loudening, your nails dug into his thick shoulders as you mewl, your hips shaking violently.

He’s better than you ever could have dreamed of. 

“Fuck, I'm so fucking hard, baby. Let me give you my dick, right now. I gotta be in you,” he pants, the desire in his eyes meeting yours as you pull your dress and bra off, EZ shedding the rest of his clothes. A cock of impressive size bobs free of his jeans, the bunched fabric kicked from his ankles along with his white boxers.  

“Yeah,” you gasp, reaching for him, steering him to your streaming opening. “I need to have you in me just as badly.” He pushes, and with one fluid thrust, he’s filling you, your cry muted by his mouth, his hands grasping your thighs as you draw your knees up, that hot, veiny hardness inching into you deeper. His eyes fall down, your gaze following, watching at how the liquid silk of your cunt bathes his cock, glossing the dark skin, glinting over each ridge before it vanishes within you again.  

“Like how that big dick feels all up in you deep, querida? Fuck, you feel so good.” Once again, he has you rendered mindless, his mouth claiming yours in kisses gilded in honey and embers, his rhythm exquisite, giving you exactly what you need.

He drags your walls slow and hard, sparks scraping, the fill of him mind-melting as you clutch at his muscles, the chiselled bulk of him hotter than you could ever imagine.  

Adding speed, he meets your need with keen thrusts, filling you wholly, glimmers shooting through you as his hips rut you with force, mouth moving to kiss a constellation over your neck. He hits you at every angle and depth, so deep you feel as if galaxies are collapsing and igniting again within you, pleasure bursting over your nerves as you cry out ferally.  

“Come on, baby,” he pants, tongue swirling with yours, his nails digging into your flesh. “Let me feel this pretty little cunt come around me. Yeah, that’s it. Come all over my dick.”  

He fucks you in brutal frenzy, his trailer beginning to shake with the force of it, your nails clawing at his back as frost chills your blood, only for the flames of your undoing to melt it as your orgasm races through you. He twitches, teeth clamping onto your neck, spilling hot and deep within your fluttering walls, his groan all smoke and grit.  

How sinfully delicious it is, when fantasy lives up to reality.  

[ficnation]

Lying in Blood - EZ Reyes x Reader

Summary: When your husband dies you're left to mourn the life you were supposed to have. But when guilt consumes the killer, a chance at redemption opens as he steps forward to raise the child as his own.

Word count: 2,6k+

Pairing: Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes x Female! Reader; Past!Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas x Reader

Warnings: SPOILERS for Mayans MC season 5, mayans mc typical warnings, pregnancy, pure angst

A/n: EZ might be a little OOC but who cares. Enjoy the heartbreak and please reblog if you liked it!

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The moment you walk into the clubhouse, the smell of smoke and leather assaults your senses. The atmosphere is smoky, the air heavy with the cigarette fog swallowing the entire room. In the background, the clicking of pool balls and the murmur of conversations can be heard, the smell and environment already making you feel a little dizzy as the door opens and shuts behind you.

You force yourself to move forward as the members of the MC raise their glasses and nod in welcome to your arrival. You greet them with a warm smile like always, then look around the room in search of your beloved’s face. You can almost see him talking with his friends in the crowd, an unopened beer bottle in his tattooed hand.

But he’s not there. It’s just your imagination playing tricks on you.

Bishop must’ve noticed the way your eyes wander around the room in search of a ghost. He stands up from his sitting place, grabs your arm, and pulls you toward one of the couches. You slump down against it, sighing heavily.

“Querida,” he starts, sitting down beside you, his arm outstretched, beckoning you closer.

You shake your head to will the dark thoughts away, then relax against his side, your cheek finding rest on his shoulder.

“Bishop,” you greet him back with a smile.

“You’ve popped,” the man notices with a chuckle, looking down at the roundness of your protruding stomach.

“Oh, definitely. I woke up one day, looked in the mirror, and thought she doubled in there,” you mumble with a huff, but there’s a lightness to your voice.

Bishop admires your strength—how you can still see the world in colors even when your life is falling apart. It baffles him. He wishes he had that kind of strength himself.

He smiles at you, pulling you just a little bit closer. “She?” he repeats, raising his brow.

You smile brightly at him, caressing the bump with gentle, loving strokes. “Yeah, it’s a little girl.”

But your smile falters ever so lightly when you think about the fact that Neron still doesn’t know that the doctors were wrong and you were going to have a little daughter instead of a son. He won’t even be there when you give birth. He’ll still be behind bars, far away from your baby girl.

Bishop notices the change in your expression and grasps your hand in his, squeezing delicately. “He’s proud of you, you know that. We’re all proud of you.”

You can only nod in response, blinking away the tears that started forming in your eyes. You weren’t as strong as they all wanted you to be. You were just about to become a mom—a single mom because your husband won’t be there for most of the baby’s early years. You’ll be lucky if he gets out when she’s a teenager.

“Yeah, just wish his child was more important than the club,” you whisper under your breath, quickly regretting your words. But Bishop looks at you with understanding, no ounce of anger on his face. “Well, I actually came here looking for EZ. Is he around?”

“He’s not around. But he should be back soon. Do you wanna wait for him?” he asks, kissing the side of your forehead. “I can get you some water and keep you company.”

You stay with him, conversing to kill time as you wait for the club’s president to turn up. The older man keeps you occupied, talking a little bit about everything—how long until the baby comes, if you need help setting up the nursery, is your money situation looking okay—Bishop asks about everything in hopes the MC can make your life a little bit easier.

An hour or two passes before Ezekiel walks into the clubhouse. He looks around the room and doesn’t expect to see you there. Your presence startles him.

His eyes stare intently as you talk with Bishop, one of your hands mindlessly caressing your protruding stomach, waiting for the baby to kick. The other man hovers his hand close, ready for you to guide it so he can feel the little kick.

EZ feels the guilt—it comes up his throat and makes him nauseous. You’ve been friends for so long, and you don’t even know just how bad of a friend he was.

He ordered the murder of your husband. He took away the father of your baby—the man you loved with your whole being. He took his life and didn’t even give a second thought to how it would affect you—how much it would ruin your life.

The baby in your stomach starts kicking, so you take Bishop’s hand and press it against it. Ezekiel still stares, but he’s too far gone in his thoughts to register what’s happening.

“She’s kicking.” Your smile is bright, and it gives him a tiny bit of hope that Neron’s death won’t make you miserable for the rest of your life.

He forces his legs to move forward, swallowing the want to throw up all over the wooden floor. With a forced nervous smile, he reaches the couch.

“Is she?” the words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them.

You sit up straighter, surprised by his sudden appearance. The smile you give him is innocent—unknowing.

“Hi, EZ.”

He returns it, but it’s weak and awkward, and he’s sure you can feel just how out of place he felt in his own clubhouse.

“Hi.”

Bishop senses the sudden shift in the air. He gets up and presses a kiss to your cheek, his beard ticklish on your skin. He regards the younger man with suspicious eyes. “I’ll leave you to it,” he says finally as he leaves you with the club’s president, heading towards the exit of the building.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” you notice, patting the couch where Bishop once sat to beckon Ezekiel to take his place.

The man scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “Yeah… I was busy with the—” he’s lost in his own words as he gestures vaguely to the clubhouse, “the thing.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Oh, definitely,” you joke, “the thing always requires attention.”

He laughs at your words, but it has a forced quality to it. The joke isn’t that funny. You know it, and he knows it too, but you wave it off, thinking he didn’t want to make the conversation more uncomfortable than it already was by giving you the details.

“Yeah.” He sighs deeply. “We’ve got it under control, though,” he continues, and you respond with a nod, your eyes not quite meeting his.

“Have you heard anything from Neron?”

So that’s what you came here to ask—EZ thinks. It was logical. You barely needed the MC’s help, preferring to get stuff done on your own, mainly because you didn’t want to add to their problems. You always held your head high.

“He’s been quiet for a while now,” Ezekiel tenses in his seat as the words leave your mouth.

He can almost feel the crickets playing a symphony in his head. He doesn’t know what to say or do, so he opts for a simple lie—he is getting better at them with every passing day. “No, I haven’t heard anything.”

“Damn it.” Your sigh clenches his heart painfully. “Those cops are probably harassing him again.”

“Probably,” he agrees with you, scratching his chin for a second as he glances at your face. “You’ve heard nothing at all?”

“Nothing. He doesn’t call anymore.” The tone of your voice changes, and he can feel the heartbreak—the agony that those words render.

EZ takes a deep breath and forces a smile. “He’ll call. I’m sure he will.” A fucking liar; that’s what he is.

“I hope so. We’re so close to the birth date. I wanted him to know that.”

He doesn’t know how to reply, so he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. He was always good at lying, but why was it so hard to lie to you?

He tries to smile more warmly—look more warmly at you, but all you can see in his eyes is pity. It drives you insane.

“EZ, is there something you’re not telling me?” your voice screams suspicion. He starts to get nervous.

“No, of course not.” He looks at you hard, hoping you’ll believe his lie. It takes a moment for you to process what you see and hear before the suspicious glint falters and falls.

“Oh, okay.” you sigh in sadness. You have a feeling he knows something, but you’re not willing to push it. “He was supposed to choose the name.”

Another gentle squeeze of your hand. “He will come through. Don’t worry.”

You believe him. “You’re right. I’m probably just overthinking.”

EZ nods his head in agreement. “You’re just stressing yourself out; it’s not worth it.” There’s a pause as he kisses your temple, then speaks again, changing the topic slightly, “How have you been doing? Everything going alright with the pregnancy?”

“Yeah, we’re doing good. The nausea went away.” His still didn’t. “Now I’m just running to the bathroom every three minutes. Girl makes me wanna piss so bad.” You let out a chuckle—such a beautiful and peaceful sound. EZ feels like he could record it and play it over and over again before he falls asleep.

“That’s good… and exhausting.” He’s starting to feel more at ease again. You seem to be distracted and not noticing how oddly nervous he’s been acting, or even if you did see, you let him have the upper hand.

“It is exhausting. But we’re gonna get through it. For Neron.”

He nods in agreement. “For Neron.”

Such a beautiful betrayal.

The next time you see EZ, a few days have passed. The whole MC knows about Neron’s death, but not you—not yet. He lets you live in a state of not knowing just for a few more minutes before he knocks on your door and gives you the information that will ruin your life. Oh, wait, he did that—he ruined it by choosing to protect himself, get rid of the snitch. Snitches end up in ditches—they were right.

He raises his fist, presses the buzzer, and he can almost hear the heavy pats of your feet as you rush toward the door. You open it and greet him with a smile. You’ve looked through the Judas beforehand—smart girl.

“EZ?” That carefree smile falters as you notice the seriousness decorating his face. Your hand grips the doorknob tighter, knuckles turning pale.

EZ sighs and hangs his head. “You need to sit down.”

“What the fuck happened?” you ask, but EZ doesn’t respond.

He turns you around, closing the door before gently pushing you towards the living room and the couch in the middle. You listen to him and sit down, waiting for him to speak. Your leg bounces up and down in worry. The dark thoughts swirling in your head make you want to crawl out of your skin.

EZ cuts straight to the point. He knows you’d only get furious if he tried to tread around the issue.

“Neron’s dead,” he says simply—as if to just get the words out of his mouth. They leave a foul taste on his tongue. He’s not even looking at you because he knows already how badly he fucked up. He can hear your heart breaking into a million pieces as your brain struggles to register that information.

When it finally hits you, you gasp trembly.

“No. No, he’s not,” you try to deny his words, shaking your head furiously. Tears are already building up in your eyes, and they’re falling down in waterfalls down your cheeks before EZ can reach to wipe them away.

“I’m so fucking sorry. It’s my fault.” He sits beside you and takes your hand, raising it to his lips. He leaves a kiss on every single tip of your fingers. “I killed him. It’s all my fucking fault.”

The sobs wreck through your body like a tsunami, and you drown beneath their intensity as you cradle your bump. You don’t even hear him. You refuse to hear him.

EZ wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you into his embrace, his hand cradling the back of your head as he pushes it to rest on his chest. He can’t look at you so broken—so destroyed.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

His other palm rubs your back up and down in a motion that is supposed to be soothing, but it doesn’t do shit to make it hurt less. You let him comfort you, giving into his embrace as you weep and clutch the back of his kutte in tight fists.

EZ sits that way with you for a while, rubbing your back and keeping you close. He doesn’t speak, only offers his presence and affection as comfort. He knows if he opens his mouth again, he’ll admit to what he’s done—this time for real.

“How am I supposed to go on?” You sob into his chest, your whole body trembling.

EZ just holds you tighter, his lips pressed to the crown of your head. “One day at a time.”

“I’m supposed to raise our daughter on my own? That’s so fucking cruel. Why did the world take him away from me?” your words are almost muffled as you get them out through the tears and sobs.

He looks down at you, his face etched with guilt. He’s glad your head is pressed to his chest and you can’t see it. You’d put the puzzle pieces together faster than he could mutter a single word.

He rubs his thumb back and forth between your shoulder blades. “I don’t know. But you’re strong. I know you’re strong enough to get through this.”

He puts on a facade before placing a hand under your chin and lifting it so you can look him in the eye. “I know you are.”

“No, Ezekiel, I’m not. I can’t do this,” you argue, shaking your head furiously. “I want him back,” you cry out, and it breaks his heart even more. It was his fault. He did this to you.

“I know. I know.” EZ says this over and over again, rubbing circles on your back.

He stays the night, cradling you in his arms as you sob and scream. And then he stays another night and another day keeping you company and helping with daily tasks. You don’t even realize that weeks have passed, and he’s still there when you wake up and when you go to sleep.

He’s there holding your hand when your little girl is born and when she says her first word. He never left, taking on the role of being a dad figure for your child. It felt wrong, but you never stopped him, either.

You didn’t stop him when one night his lips found peace pressed against yours and when he rolled on top of you, giving you pleasure you haven’t felt for a long while. You didn’t stop him when he moved in and became a constant presence in your baby’s life. Before you even knew it, she was calling him ‘papa.’ It made your heart clench painfully.

EZ took the opportunity and treated it as his only chance at redemption. He wanted to give you the life you wanted to have with the man he took away from you.

Sometimes the guilt was too much, and he had to leave for a few days to get it back under control. But he always came back.

He was good at lying, after all—lying with his hands covered in blood. Such a beautiful betrayal.

[drabbles-mc]

On the Run

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, angst

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!

Prompt: colorful

Word Count: 500

A/N: unwell about him, truly

For the longest time it felt like the only color he could see was red. In his clothes, on his hands, behind his eyelids when they were closed. It was inescapable, the blood that coated everything. There was no one to blame for it but himself, either. It was a mess of his own making.

He tried to run away from it. Days spent on the run trying to get as far away from it as possible turned into weeks. Weeks of constantly looking back over his shoulder, like he was leaving a trail of blood behind him that was going to lead them all right to him. It’d serve him right, and he knew that, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from trying to outrun fate.

But no one could run forever, not even EZ. Eventually, he got tired. Eventually, he had to find a place to land, even if it was only temporary. He did his best to lay low—a skill that he hadn’t put to good use in far too long. And he was doing well with it, too, until the day that he ran into you.

The first time he hadn’t thought anything of it. He’d noticed you, but no more than he made notice of anyone else. The interaction was over as quickly as it started, and you both went on with your days. You weren’t the first person he’d had a brief run-in since he paused, you wouldn’t end up being the last either. What you were, though, was one of the only people he was running into over and over again.

It got to a point where it felt wrong to not ask for his name. It felt worth it to have something to call him if you were going to keep passing, a little closer than ships in the night. He hadn’t thought far enough ahead to give you a false one. He’d kicked himself for it all the way back to the room he was crashing in. Kicked himself for it the day after that, too. He regretted it all the way until he heard you call it out from a few yards away down the sidewalk.

He lifted his head at the sound, expecting to feel fear shoot down his spine but instead, when he saw you standing there, waving with a smile on your face as you continued towards him, he felt the knot in his gut start to loosen for the first time in months. And when you stopped in front of him with a comfortable, “Hey, Ezekiel,” it was the first time in a long time that he could remember the world being covered in more than just red.

Your hand grazed his arm and his world finally got the rest of its colors back. But all he could think as he tried to get your name out in return was how much he was going to miss it all when it was gone again.

[0alanasworld0]

Our Allens <3

How would our boys react to the Barbie Movie?

Warnings: none

♡ Yassine ♡

I imagine that out of the two of you he’d be the first to see the trailer when it comes out.

Like minutes into its release, already in his Youtube recommended 

He was well beyond the age of acting like he was too cool for it

It looked fun and right up your alley

You’re busy with work and he doesn’t close your laptop but he holds his phone over it so you can watch

You’re not too happy with the interruption but he just seems so excited, practically buzzing so you take the phone.

2 minutes and 42 seconds later, you’re up on your feet and buzzing with him

He’s quick to sift through your shared closet for things to wear (before everyone else decided to do it)

He’s got some pink dress shirts so he thinks he’ll be fine but you on the other hand

He’s not impressed by the lack of variety

There’s months before the film comes out but no, you need to be prepared and NOW

Practically dragging you to the mall to look for stuff because there is NO WAY you’re going to this film underdressed

He picks a hot pink skirt and white top that he thinks you would look cute in

He’s got surprisingly good taste, let's just say that and before you even open your purse, he’s paid for it.

As the release date gets closer and closer and more trailers come out, he has a new and even more brilliant idea

All black 

“If you wanted to go to Oppenheimer instead, you could have said!”

He gasps in offence and pulls out the screen-cap that inspired him

“... also what is Oppenheimer exactly?”

“Yassine, I can’t wear a damn tiara!” “Why not?”

You end up having to wear the tiara

You spend about half an hour taking photos in the Barbie box before doing anything

He doesn’t post anything because he never posts anything but you certainly do and it gets reposted onto the Sevilla instagram because it’s just too darn cute

He cries at the Billie Eilish bit but gets over it quickly so you can jam to the Ice Spice remix together

“I promise you that I’m more of an Allen than a Ken, Angel. I would never believe in patriarchy! And I hate horses!” “...” “Okay I don’t hate horses but you get the idea!”

“So do you want to watch oppenheimer?” “Angel, I still don’t know what that is if I’m being completely honest.”

He thought that Barbenheimer was just a cool reference to how well the film was gonna do

“Why is it such a big deal that they come out at the same time? Mamma Mia and the Dark Knight also came out at the same time and no one said anything about that!”

You do end up watching for the sake of it but he’s not feeling it at all.

“Do you think that Cilian Murphy is more attractive than me?” “He could never.” 

He’s quite pleased with that answer and he gets all blushy

He ends up dragging you to the next screen to watch barbie again right after for a ‘palette cleanser’

♡ Abde ♡

You’re definitely the one to push it in this instance

He’s young, like really young, so there is a little bit of an obsession with that macho image

Much less of it since he managed to win you over by letting it go but its still kinda there

Even with that, he may have read a couple of unflattering reviews (obviously from men) so he’s not got the best impression

It doesn’t take you long to convince him at all because the the way your eyes lit up is enough 

He loves the idea of you dressing up all cute for it, happily help you pick an outfit but when you bring up the idea of HIM matching you, he’s not so keen

“Come on! What's wrong with a bit of pink? Most designer men’s clothes have a little bit of it!” “Yeah but that's different!” “Sure (!)” 

You do manage to get his approval of one pink shirt but he’s a little bit sulky the whole way home and you give him the silent treatment for it

He respects your space but he ends up whining to his brother about it which feels like the biggest mistake when his mum overhears it; more of a blessing in disguise to be honest

“That girl puts up with so much of your nonsense and you can’t even put on a pink shirt for her Barbie thing without adding on even more nonsense? Ya Allah, forgive me I’ve raised a wannabe macho idiot for a son!”

His dad ends up overhearing as well and gets to a stern explanation

“In what world is pink girly? It’s a fucking colour, son. Any ‘man’ that associated a colour with being a girl is a west-washed little boy, you wear little necklaces and get an eyebrow slit but you draw the line at pink? I raised you better than that.”

His brother ends up chiming in too.

“Yeah man, it's a little scummy. It’s a pink shirt and two hours of your time, she used to wear that ugly yellow kit happily to matches AND she watches you play video games for way longer than that, and at least a movie might be more entertaining…”

At first he doesn’t really want to believe anything that they’ve said but he spends the evening pondering over it, only feeling more and more guilty and time passes by

“I’ll just watch it with my friends, it's fine!” but you’re obviously disappointed, he can see it written on your face and you don’t give him time to say anything as you walk away

He spends a good hour going back and forth with you about that, eventually just wrapping you up tight in his arms and apologising over and over again

“Pleeeeeeeeeeaaase take me! It’ll be fun, I swear! I’m a fun guy, am I not?” “You’ve changed your tune.”

“My parents didn’t raise a west-washed little boy, did they?” you don’t know what that means but you can’t really ask with your face pressed up against his neck.

“Should I grow out the eyebrow slit?” 

You find the strength to pull away from him with that suggestion, “YES!” 

To add to the apology, he lets you do his nails but refuses to let you push at his cuticles

Not that you need to do that anyway because his nails are beautifully shaped and you LOVED being able to paint them

He does indeed make it a fun experience when you go out for it and you get some really cute photos together

He spends a while getting photos of you in the booth on your own because you looked so damn adorable

During the film, he keeps pointing out the outfits he thinks would look good on you… so basically everything.

He’s intrigued by the giant fur coat but you immediately put a stop to that

“But look! it's so-” “Ugly! Looks like a freshly killed polar bear rug!”

By the end of the movie, you're both in tears and he gives you the biggest hug he can manage when you leave the theatre.

Its a genuine eye-opener for him

“I’m such a Ken, anjo!”

It's his awakening: he didn’t really like acting all hard and cool anyway and now he had a better understanding of just how dumb that mentality was.

Constantly talking about “boyfriend-girlfriend” things

You didn’t mind but you wished he would stop referring to it as that because you wanted him in all his glory and you didn’t need to be laughing in the middle of it.

♡ Hakim ♡

Its a cute little moment where you swap phones to show each other the trailers

He’s definitely more intrigued by Oppenheimer but he’s happy to watch barbie with you

Of course, so long as you watch Oppenheimer with him

Like Yassine, well beyond acting too cool for a movie and the colour pink

Your outfits match and are a mix of pink and black so you can really get into the spirit of the occasion

You match clothes quite often but it still makes him smile when you get excited and scan over the outfits

He honestly just liked doing stuff with you and vice versa

He’s not really bothered by what anyone thinks of him anymore

You watch Oppenheimer first and he can’t help but point out the things he told you about when he explained the movie to you

He has some of his own critiques and gripes too

He’s not impressed when he sees the American flag nor is he happy with the nudity but he’s okay with the film, overall.

Surprisingly enough, he was actually quite excited for barbie. 

You had explained every little detail from the trailers and the underlying themes and easter eggs and he supposed that at least 1 live adaptation was ready to be faithful

You’re the more energetic watcher while he’s just extremely focused

Like his eyes don’t leave the screen once, he looks to be in deep thought

Although there is some palpable shock when Barbie is called a fascist

You’re worried when he hasn’t said anything by the end of the film, fearing that he was gonna be one of those

“Men really suck, huh?” 

Big relief and you agree with a laugh

You spend ages talking about the little intricacies in the movies and the deeper messages, from when you get back into the car and well into the evening

He does post a little thing on his story: a blurry photo of the two of you

His brothers do tease him a little bit but they’d all watched it with their partners too and they were all in agreement: it was fantastic

They acted cool and stoic critics about it on the outside but the excitement on the inside was still evident

You pointed out one of the dresses from the movie that you loved, thinking he wasn’t paying attention but alas

He goes above and beyond to find a replica and eventually just settles on a tailor to make you a custom one

He has your measurements because he’s bought plenty of custom pieces for you already and he wouldn’t stand for anything less than perfection

If he was picky for himself, imagine how h would be for the love of his life

He gets a little slap-happy with it and ends up ordering like 4 custom outfits for you instead of one

He wondered about whether he should save them for special occasions but he concluded that he just couldn’t wait

I imagine you coming back from a long day at work and the outfits are laid out, in their garment bags 

You assume that he maybe got himself some new jackets or something because that's pretty common for him

When you unzip the bags and obviously you’re surprised

“Do you like them?” “I mean yeah but… what?”

He can’t wait for you to process anything and he’s hurrying you to try it all on

Obviously you look absolutely stunning and the way he’s looking at you has you all nervous: partly because he always just looked at you like you hung the moon and stars but also you were slightly concerned that he was seconds away from tearing it off you

“Oh god, you’re such a barbie…” he knows exactly how big of a compliment that is, your beloved allen

♡ Nayef ♡

He definitely isn’t at Yassine and Hakim’s point where image isn’t that big of a deal but he’s an absolute sweetheart

Genuinely so positive and joyful, in that sense there’s a unique maturity about him

You call him over to watch the trailer with you and he doesn’t really understand but matches your excitement when you point out the little details

I feel like he would be doing a lot of his own research too, those youtube videos of people analysing the trailer frame-by-frame become his new obsession

I imagine he’d be getting into a lot of arguments on his burner twitter account with the bitter men trying to tear it down

He doesn’t care at all, he’s going to see barbie with you the first chance he gets and he’s going to find a matching outfit somewhere

You assumed he’d just find a pink shirt but no, he spends ages sifting through the internet for a ken inspired outfit that he could replicate and a barbie outfit for you, pink would not suffice on its own, you were gonna go all out with some proper references

He’s definitely the most Allen-esque of the boys, that's for sure

Proudly posts a photo of the pair of you on his story and your matching outfits with the reference on the side

He does get a lot of praise online for it for being so “brave” but he sees it as the bare minimum and doesn’t quite understand why it's such a big deal

Somehow he’s more excited than you at the theatre

And he somehow knows even more finer details than you as well, it’s kind of jarring

He LOVES the music and knows all the lyrics because he’s been listening to the album non-stop

He is in tears from America Ferrara’s beautiful speech

Constantly looking over at you like you’re a champions league trophy

The switch from emotional billie eilish to the upbeat ice spice remix is a bit of a shock but he just goes with it because at the end of the day, he’s having the time of his life with the movie

“You know I would love you no matter what, right?”

“Like you ARE extraordinary and perfect in every way but even if in some bizarro universe where you weren’t, I bet I would still be obsessed with you.”

And you fully believe him because he would drop anything and everything for you, no doubts in your mind whatsoever

I feel like he’d be so cheesy when you leave the theatre, like he’s carrying you to the car bridal style 

He would also refer to the deed as “boyfriend-girlfriend stuff” for months

He would be dragged to Oppenheimer with his friends but he comes back home too you and he looks far from impressed

“Well it certainly wasn’t Barbie, I know that much!”

not my usual style but i just thought headcannons would be a better format since i got requests for all of them! i hope u enjoy, lovelies <3

[bullet-prooflove]

Valentine's Day Bingo: Polaroid - EZ Reyes x Reader (NSFW)

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Hitting the Naughty Pictures Bingo Square

EZ is in a motel room up in Joshua Tree when he finds the polaroids tucked away inside the book he’s reading. He remembers you picking it up from the nightstand this morning, before handing it over to him with that sinful smile of yours. He sits down on the bed before he removes them from between the pages, his thumb chasing over the images.

He’d gotten you the camera for your birthday. You’re nostalgic at heart, you have an affinity for vintage, it’s why the bar still has an old-fashioned jukebox.

He can’t see your face in these pictures, but he knows it’s you, he recognises the tattoo that chases up your ribcage, disappearing into the panties that you’re wearing. His cock gets hard, and he remembers peeling them off you last night as he was going down on you. These must have been taken before that. He flicks to the next one, the bra is gone, and he can see those dusky pink nipples, the ones he loves getting his mouth on. He lies back amongst the sheets, his palm caressing his cock through the rigid denim of his jeans as he imagines the sweet little noise you make as his tongue laps over each one.

The next picture is of that pretty pussy of yours, the panties are gone, and you’re laid out bare for him. He moans out loud because the sight of it, it gets him right where he needs to be. By the time he shoves his hand into his jeans, he’s sensitive and leaking. His thumb smears pre-cum over the tip of his dick, all it takes is a single stroke and he’s done for. He comes all over his fist, white streaks painting his abdomen. He smiles to himself in the aftermath, the polaroids still clutched in his hand. It isn’t until that moment that he realises that you’ve written on the back.

Happy Valentine’s Day Ezekiel x

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[bumblesimagines]

"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."

[juicesgf]

Ello Poppet!! Popping back in for another one! Can I get a Z3 for Mr. EZ pretty please?💜

Hi! Welcome back😊

you may!!

This ended up being longer than I expected I hope you enjoy!

Fate {E.R}

Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, drugging, phyco ez ..

Ezekiel always had a feeling he was crazy, but this? this had to be a sign.

It had been three years. Three years since you left him. Three years since he walked into your guys shared home only to find all your stuff missing. Every single trace of you ever being there gone, it was as if you never existed. But he knew. He remembered everything, every single little detail about you. He craved you, you could call him obsessed and he’d agree before going on a rant about how amazing you are, before reminding everyone your his.

Since that day three years ago he never once stopped looking for you, thinking about you. And now he finally found you. He knew you’d never come with him willingly or even talk to him for that matter. So he had to take things into his own hands.

For a few days he followed you around, staying hidden behind bushes or buildings, wearing a hood and black clothes trying to stay hidden, hoping you wouldn’t notice him. And luckily you didn’t.

He took notice to everything you did each day, noting your routines and keeping your schedule in mind. When he knew you would be out for a couple hours he snuck into your apartment before grabbing the pills he stole from Coco, crushing them up and slipping them into some wine he noticed you drink everyday before he slipped out of your house leaving everything as it was, before walking across the street to the spot where he could see through your window, straight into your kitchen and waited.

He hadn’t waited long before he saw you trudging into your apartment, pure exhaustion taking over your features as you changed and poured yourself a glass of wine, looking through your cabinets for dinner. A smirk forming on his face as he watched you drink more wine than usual that night, causing his plan to work.

When he noticed you turn off the lights he waited a few moments before sneaking back into your place, quietly making his way to your room where you had been now passed out laying across your bed. He smiled as he eyed your figure. God had he missed you.

He gently picked you up, loving the way you didn’t even stir in his arms. When he put you inside his car he placed some tape over your mouth along with securing your wrists in case you woke up before he got you ‘home.’

You had only woken when he started turning on lights in the basement, lighting the area. You had been groggy for a moment but when you saw Ezekiel above you, you immediately started freaking out, only to be held down by him.

“Shhh” he hummed, petting your hair, “We finally found our way back to one another.” He grinned, watching as a tear fell down your face, “No matter the world, we are fated. Through time and space we will always find each other.”

You shook your head at his words, ��Fated?’ , No. You couldn’t be.

“It’s how we found each other after all this time. The universe wanted us together.” He chimed, placing a kiss on your forehead.

You were never leaving him again.

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[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader Instagram AU

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yourusername She’s just like her father, needs to be all up on me 24/7 😅💕

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jackharlow Okay? I don’t see you whining about it when I’m making you cu- let me chill 🙄

yourusername LMAAAOOOO I hate you.

urbanwyatt If I didn’t know any better I think Jack trained her to be that way. To never leave your side especially when y’all are out in public.

jackharlow I didn’t “train” her 😬 more like bribed her to never leave her mamas side.

yourbestiename I believe this one hundred percent 😭

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mamamaggie JACKMAN THOMAS HARLOW!

yourusername 💀 Get him mama, I’ve had too much of him.

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jackharlow Yall heard that? HER MAN 😛🥰😚

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yourusername Always 😘

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yourusername Te amo 😘 forever thankful for you and our babies.

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urbanwyatt 🙄 I’m here so he’s in good hands.

claybornharlow I miss little guy 🥺 omw to you guys.

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[sogoodtoheritsvicious]

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

Requests: Open

who i write for:

- Mayans MC

• Angel Reyes

• Ez Reyes

• Coco Cruz

• Nestor Oceteva

• Neron “Creeper” Vargas

• Bishop Losa

• Hank Loza

• Gilly Lopez

• Michael “Riz” Ariza

- Sons Of Anarchy

• Jax Teller

• Juice Ortiz

• Opie Winston

• Happy Lowman

• Herman Kozik

• Filip “Chibs” Telford

• Alexander “Tig” Trager

What i take requests for:

• Headcanons

• Preferences

• Would includes

• Most likely to’s

What i don’t take requests for:

• Smut

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

• Reader being related to any of the characters

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

any gifs used are not mine!

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Smutty Sleepover request take 2.

Well, let's try this again shall we. I'll take prompt 1 for EZ then.

I am going to enjoy this. EZ is living rent free in my creative brain right now, mate. He's got his feet up on the table and everything, lmao! :D Thanks for requesting him!

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

In the B.E (before Ezekiel) days, you truly had no idea just how much flexibility your body could truly be capable of. That was, until the tattooed, Latino Adonis you began dating showed you just what he could do with you.

To say he bends you like a pretzel would be an understatement. In bed, almost everything is his forte, but interesting positions that give the most perfect alignment of the most perfect cock you've ever experienced are where he really excels.

Every so often, though, it's the simple classics that bring the most pleasure. For both of you.

"Shit, " you pant, giving your legs a little shake as you unravel yourself from him. "My legs have gone to sleep."

Sharing laughter, he watches with keen focus as you turn over before him, EZ grabbing your hips and yanking you back across the bed as you bend neatly. "Yeah, I like it when you bend over. Means I can spank you at the same time."

His cock glides back into the soaking mess of your cunt, his hand meeting your ass in a hard smack. Several more follow before he changes positions yet again.

Once finished, you are nothing short of one hundred percent dick drunk, and feeling like you just did a pilates class. You can't fault him for the sore muscles and exhaustion he leaves you with, though. Your exercise comes with several orgasms, after all.