#Ezekiel Reyes x plus size!reader

[samwilsonsbabymama]

EZ’s Claim

18+

Pairing: Ezekiel Reyes x Black Reader

Summary: Pure smut

Warning: Smut, creampie, a touch of cockwarming, more smut, i think that’s it.

Word Count: 594

A/N: @nxxstybrat​ requested a while ago that I write something for EZ similar to this fic and this is what I came up with. I do have another EZ fic in the works, so I might make it a part 2 to this fic or a stand alone fic, I haven’t decided yet. Not sure when I’m actually gonna write it though lol I typed this last night on my phone lol there are probably a lot of mistakes but I’ll fix them at a later date. I hope you all enjoy!

✨I don’t give anyone permission to copy/translate/repost/rewrite my work. Minors, DNI at all. ✨

EZ had you belly down, spread eagle underneath him. His fingers were locked with yours as he nipped at your throat. His hips slowly pushed his dick deeper inside of you as you gasped at the pleasure. The backs of your thighs were on top of his as he begged you to spread them wider.

Your gentle tears fell onto the sheets as he fucked you slowly. You attempted to push back against him pushed back on him, silently begging him to go faster. He chuckled and continued his slow pace, wanting to pull yet another orgasm from you. 

You were teetering on the edge; you only needed something to send you over.

EZ slid his hand down your side. It would have tickled under any other circumstance, but your mind was focused on his destination. EZ gripped your hip before slipping his hand beneath you. His fingers instantly found your clit and his touches brought you to and over the edge.

You came, crying his name softly into the pillow. You didn’t realize you were crying harder until you felt EZ kissing your tears away.

EZ pulled himself out of you and you whimpered at the loss. He shushed you and he turned you over. He smiled at the blissed-out look on your face before he kissed you deeply. Your arms instantly went around his neck as you pulled him close. You could feel him hard and heavy on your thigh and your body shook with anticipation.

EZ pulled back and gripped his dick in his hand. Your legs spread automatically and he smiled. He tapped your lips with his dick once, twice, three times before he slid the tip in. Your breath quickened with excitement as you waited for him to continue. 

But he didn’t.

He pulled out and laid his dick on top of your lips. His eyes glazed over as he watched your slick coat him. You whined each time his head reached your clit. You wanted him, but you knew all of this would end if you rushed him.

His eyes locked with yours once more.

"You got one more in you?" He asked. You both knew that you did, but he wanted to hear you say it.

"One more, baby, please," you begged. Your voice barely above a whisper, but he heard you. He flashed you that million-dollar smile before he slowly slid back home.

He hooked your leg around his waist and pulled you flush against him.

"I don't know if one is going to be enough, I might want another, and another, and another one after that." His hips punctuated each word, and you held on for dear life.

Your cries filled the air and EZ moaned in your ear telling you how good you feel. You babbled something about wanting him to fill you up, something he'd never done before, him being the Pullout King, but this time, you wanted to feel it all.

His breathing became uneven, and you knew he was closer than he let on. You clenched around him, in an effort to make him cum.

"Cum in me, please," you begged. You felt his hips stutter just before he groaned in your ear and you felt his warm cum shoot into you spurt after spurt. You rubbed his back and kept him pulled close to you as your breathing returned to normal.

You felt him twitch inside of you seconds before he began to thrust again. "I'm gonna need another one, baby girl," he said, before claiming your lips once again.

[Part Two]

A/N 2: If you ‘liked’ it, please reblog or leave a comment/reply even if it’s only an emoji.

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time for the Mayans :))

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Hey just wondering do you know anyone else who writes for Mayans MC with a black reader? I love the show and your stories I have you blackmissfrizzle (sorry if I spelt it wrong), shewritesinblackandwhite (also sorry if I spelt it wrong) and yourself

Sorry this took me awhile to respond. I wanted to tag all these amazing writers master list, but some wouldn’t let me post. Here are a few lovely people that write black reader Mayans fics. I tagged both their name and master list💓:

@brattyfics

@breanime

@superhoeva

@tomhardydallasstarsgirl

@samwilsonsbabymama

@crushed-pink-petals-writes

@blessedboo

@calif0rnia-lovers

@joannasteez

@hennyjwrites

@hihellogoodbyebruh I would’ve tagged your master list but I couldn’t get the link to post. Sorry lovely🥺💓.

[samwilsonsbabymama]

EZ’s Claim Pt. 2

18+

Pairing: Ezekiel Reyes x Black Reader

Summary: Pure smut

Warning: Smut, creampie, more smut, i think that’s it.

Word Count: 900ish

A/N: Here’s part 2 to this fic. will there be a part 3? idk. i got the idea from those tik tok videos were you send a dirty text to your s/o while you’re in a crowded room. hope you like it! also, i typed this on my phone and didn’t reread it, so there are probably tons of mistakes lol

✨I don’t give anyone permission to copy/translate/repost/rewrite my work. Minors, DNI at all. ✨

Your friends were a bad influence on you, and they knew it. If it weren't for them, you wouldn't be in this predicament. Not that you were really complaining honestly. 

Your friends had told you about how they sent dirty texts to their significant others while they were in a crowded room. You’d laughed at their retellings of how they were in the crowded room one minute and bent over the bathroom sink the next. 

You wondered how EZ would react if you did the same thing, and when your opportunity came up, you refused to let it pass you by.

When Angel invited you and EZ over for a bbq with the rest of the MC, you put your plan into motion. 

Since it was going to be unseasonably hot that day, you'd decided to put on one of your favorite summer dresses.

When you stepped out of the room, EZ's eyes bulged. "Damn, ma, who you tryna look good for?" He asked as he spun you around.

You laughed at his antics and placed a kiss on his cheek before replying, "You'll see," and walking out the door. 

You were having fun at the bbq. You ate your fill and laughed along with your friends. It wasn’t until a little while later when the perfect opportunity arose.

You spotted EZ with a plate of food in his hand as he talked to Bishop about something. You smirked and pulled out your phone and sent him a text.

EZ, I don't have any panties on 😘

You watched as he laughed at whatever Bishop said and reached for his phone when he felt it buzz. His jaw clenched a bit when he read your text and his eyes snapped up searching for you. 

When he found you, he quirked an eyebrow before excusing himself from Bishop. He tilted his head towards the house and mouthed 'bathroom' a couple of times as he walked in. You were giddy, so you excused yourself from your company and followed him.

EZ was waiting for you just outside the door and the moment you were within arm’s reach, he pulled you in and locked it.

"So this was your plan all along, hmm?" he asked between kisses.

Before you could answer, he spun you around, pushed your shoulders forward, and flipped up the skirt of your dress. You wiggled your ass when you heard him gasp as he realized the truth of your text.

"You real bold, Y/n," he grumbled. You heard the rustling of his clothes followed by the clink of his belt hitting the floor.

You braced yourself against the wall as you felt him slide into you. You moaned loudly as he stretched you out.

"Shhh," he whispered, "you gotta be quiet, baby," he said as he pulled out then pressed back in. His strokes were long and deep as if he wanted you to feel him for days afterward.

You couldn’t contain your moans as he fucked you, even with his reminders, you were getting too loud.

EZ, knowing that if you didn’t quiet down, you’d be heard, covered your mouth with his hand.

"You gotta be quiet for me, baby," he whispered in your ear. "Bet this is what you wanted, though? You wanted me to fuck you in the bathroom of this party."

You tried to respond, but it came out in a broken whimper. EZ chuckled before kissing your cheek. His thrusts picked up speed and his grip on your hips tightened. You met him thrust for thrust. You felt the beginnings of your orgasm and your nails dug into his forearm.

"Go ahead and cum for me, Y/n," the timber of EZ's voice filled your ears as he muffled the sounds of your screams with his hands. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm as you panted against his hand.

"Can I cum in you again, baby?" he asked when you were coherent again. "You gone let me fill this pussy up again? I'll pull out if you want me too but you gotta let me know soon, baby."

You pulled EZ's hand away from your mouth. "EZ shut the fuck up and cum in me, please," you cried as you clenched around him.

At this point, you knew that he didn’t care about you making noise anymore. It seemed as if that was his goal, to let everyone know that you were his.

You could feel his nails digging into your hips as he came in you. The feeling of his cum coating your insides triggered another orgasm for you. 

He held you both up as your breaths calmed down. You could feel his and your cum leaking out of you. EZ placed open mouth kisses along the column of your neck. You could feel him still throbbing inside of you.

"Wait until I get you home, Y/n," he said as he pulled out of you. He searched for two clean washcloths and situated your body so he could clean you up. When he was done, he moved to himself off with the other washcloth but you stopped him. You took the cloth from his hand and cleaned him off.

When you were done, you righted his clothes and placed a kiss on his plump lips. 

"Can't wait," you winked before leaving him in the bathroom to finish collecting himself.

A/N 2: If you ‘liked’ it, please reblog or leave a comment/reply even if it’s only an emoji.

[samwilsonsbabymama]

Imagine this with EZ

18+

Smut under the cut. It’s hella short lol

⚡️I don’t give anyone permission to copy/translate/repost/rewrite my work. Minors, DNI at all. ⚡️

You're laying on your stomach, clad only in a towel. You just got out of the shower and you were supposed to be getting ready to go to a party with EZ. You spot EZ through the mirror when he comes into the room. He watches you as you scroll through your phone instead of getting ready. 

He climbs onto the bed and asks you to keep him warm for a bit and you begin to turn around thinking that he wants you to hold him but he stops you. You get the hint when you feel him hard on the back of your thigh and you spread your legs and wait for him to continue.

He slowly slides into you commenting on how warm you feel and once he’s fully seated within you, he lays on top of you. The two of you stay connected and he eventually falls asleep and you both miss the party.

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The Medusas - Part 3

Pairing : Mayans MC x Plus Size Reader ; Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes x Plus Size Reader (platonic) 

Warnings : Language, Angst, Mention of Depression

Word Count : 2.9k

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor the universe where they were created and interact in. This series/fiction is only for entertainment purposes.

A week passed, then a second. You were still in shock and denial regarding the fight you had with EZ. His words kept repeating themselves like an earworm. You couldn’t believe he felt that way towards you since the beginning, just someone to pass time. “She didn’t impose herself compared to others.” You couldn’t stop that destructive voice in your head, questioning if he was the only one feeling that way. What about your father? Did you also imposed yourself in some type of way, not giving him the choice in guarding you? Is it why your birth parents left you, abandoned you? These thoughts left you in a dark place and you slowly started pushing people away. You gradually cut contact with your friends, not in the mood to talk or hang around with them anymore. Your new state preoccupied your father but also the other club members who were used to see you constantly smiling.

It didn’t help going to the same high school with EZ’s girlfriend. Life was playing tricks on you, testing your patience by putting her constantly on your path. She would either totally dismiss your presence or at the contrary, provoke you by speaking loud enough about EZ to her friends, knowing you would hear her. You couldn’t count how many times you left the room or cafeteria, sick of hearing her. What switched your denial to anger occurred a few months later, at the end of school year. You were exiting the classroom, making your way outside, when you saw EZ twirling Emily in a hug and kiss her passionately in the middle of the school entry. When he dropped her to the ground, his eyes met yours and his joyful smile vanished. You felt stuck to the ground, not being able to move from the scene. His eyes then dropped to the ground before taking Emily’s hand in his and turning around, making his way to the truck. In that moment, your heart finished breaking itself to pieces.

You felt sick to your stomach. Running from the place, you arrived at the Romero Brothers junkyard devastated. Your eyes landed on a semi-broken car and a metal bar beside it. Grabbing the bar, you began smashing the car’s windows, the hood, every part you could hit on, letting all your frustrations out. Your outburst reached the Mayans’s ears who immediately left the Temple and ran to the commotion. The bikers witnessed a side of you they didn’t know you had: the fury, the anger, rage. Bishop wanted to take a step towards you when he was stopped by Marcus, shaking his head. “She needs it”, was the only thing the President said. Your breathing and voice started to shake. Your motions stopped, the metal bar falling from your grip, the rage being replaced by waves of tears, shaking your whole body. That was the moment Bishop chose to slowly walk to you and engulf you into his arms, his action making you whimper even louder. “Shh it’s gonna be ok”, he whispered in your ear while soothing you the best he could. He walked you back inside, the others following close, each one patting your shoulder in support of whatever you were mentally facing. Alvarez told his cousin to take the weekend.

After your outburst, Bishop was walking on eggs around you. He didn’t know how to approach you and help. He decided to ask his former lover for advice and visited Martha at the shop. She greeted him with a smile but quickly noticed the tension on his body. She knew him like the palm of her hand. “What’s going on?”, she asked worried. He chuckled slightly, “You were always able to read me like an open book.” “We used to date for a while back in the day”, she jokingly reminded him. “Can we talk somewhere more private?”, he asked her to which she nodded and told him to follow her back to her office. He scratched his neck before telling her the way you were behaving lately. “I need advice. I don’t know what to do, what to say anymore. I don’t want her shutting down on me if I push too much.” Martha listened closely before replying, “Just tell her you’re there whenever she needs to talk. Give her the choice to reach out to you. She might do or not but if not, don’t take it personally, she will eventually tell you when she feels like it’s the right time.” He nodded at her declaration and said, “I can do that.” “You know, first heartbreaks are tough for everyone but it will pass with time”, she slowly said and looked at her lap. Her words hit the man like a train. ‘Heartbreak’. Things were clearer now. He suspected your mood being because of the fight with EZ but he never thought that you felt more than platonic feelings towards the guy. He reached out to her and thanked her before asking how she’d been. The continued catching on while on your side, you were at the club putting your notebook inside your bag when Alvarez entered the room.

His eyes landed on you, analyzing your tense posture, the joy evaporated from your irises, the corner of your lips down. He grabbed a drink and seated beside you. “What’s going on with you mija?”, he asked, voice laced with concern. “I’m just tired it’s all”, you replied. “The famous code used by woman to end a conversation”, he chuckled before turning to his serious self. “Don’t lie to me.” He noticed your jaw clenching. Looking at him, you whispered with a small voice, “I’m a burden to everyone. Obispo should have left me with the other kids.” Alvarez’s features darkened. Trying to control himself, he took your hands in his. “Look at me cariño. I hope I will never hear you say such absurdities ever again. You are not a burden and never will be. Bishop took you in because he knew, the second he looked at you, how special you are and he isn’t the only one who instantly knew. He chose you to be his daughter. You’re family! Don’t ever forget that. You’re Y/N Losa.” He pronounced every word with conviction and you saw no lie in his eyes. Nodding to him, you apologized and stood up. “I should go”, you commented before giving him a side hug. Reaching the door, your turned around and called after him. “Thank you”, you said and saw him nod in acknowledgement.

Ringing, the alarm announced the end of class and the beginning of summer break. You were finally free of her vision, her comments and her attitude. After a conversation with Bishop where he followed Martha’s advice, he noticed that your mood improved. He also noticed you spending all of your time with Coco and Angel. It didn’t enchant him but as long as you were feeling better it was all that mattered. On the other side, he knew that you would be save with Coco and that if we crossed the line, he had a gun and knife attached on him, ready to deal with the sniper. Hanging with Coco and crew also made you more interested in bikes and mechanics. They thought you how to change and fix them, shoving the different brands, designs and how to ride one. That’s how you would spend most of your days.

“Can I ask you something?”, you turned to Coco. His gaze landed on you while exhaling the smoke from his cigarette, “Yeah what?” “Since you were a sniper, could you teach me how to shoot?” He narrowed his eye, one of his eyebrows lifting in confusion before stating a bland “No.” “Why not?” “Because I’m too young to die by the hands of your old man.” You chuckled slightly before getting serious again. “Come on man.” He shook his head, finishing his cigarette and serving himself a beer. “I already told you no.“ You sighed in defeat and stood up, leaving but not after mumbling a “Asshole” under your breath. “Hey, I heard you”, he shouted after you. “Good”, you replied and showed him the finger. “Bitch” he whispered under his breath.

You saw him a few days later at the club and decided to play stubborn, giving him the cold shoulder. His gaze kept drifting to you, trying to figure out why you would ask him such a thing. Your little bratty game was getting on his nerve and he sat down on the couch beside you. “Why?”, was the only word leaving his lips. You took a gulp of your soft drink before turning towards Coco. “Just a precaution. Look around you, everyone is at risk at any second. Don’t you think, everyone should be able to defend themselves or others when necessary. Besides it’s a dangerous world for women out there”, you simply stated the obvious. He couldn’t deny you had good arguments. “What about him?”, he pointed with his beer to the VP. “I don’t want him to know. It’s just our little secret.” The man beside you closed his eyes for a second before agreeing on teaching you. A huge smile crossed your features and you bumped against his shoulder. “Yeah yeah, you just signed my death arrest”, he mumbled before taking a gulp. You laughed at him but assured him it will be fine and no one would know about it. How wrong you were.

Your lessons with Coco were intense, requiring all your concentration. He told you the names and properties of different gun models; taught you how to correctly use each one of them to the point that after several months you were able to use each one perfectly, the student surpassing the teacher. Every time you would tease him, he would feign annoyance and curse your sassiness out but deep down he was proud of you. “Now that I can handle this, do you know how to box?”, you asked him one day. He opened his mouth, transpiring frustration. “Perra you really out here testing my nerves, aren’t you?” “You’re funny, how do I defend myself if I’m in danger and don’t have a gun in my possession?”, you asked him a hand on your hip. He sighed heavily and shook his head. “I’ll ask Creeper to give us a hand with that”, he finally confessed and saw you smirk in victory. “This was only supposed to be between us”, he pointed at you annoyed. “Gracias Coco”, you bat your eyelashes to which he side-eyed you, making you laugh. That’s how another club member joined your little secret. While you were training with Creeper, your father arrived earlier from his run and saw you in the ring. Stepping out from his Harley, he walked closer. “What the fuck is going on here?”, he asked. You simply shrugged and told him you were helping Creeper train. Your dad narrowed his eyes at you but you didn’t phase. He then turned to the other man and warned him, “If you hurt her, you’ll have to deal with me.” “Yes boss.” Your eyes met Coco who only shook his head.

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In the meantime, on the other side of the spectrum, the Reyes tried to convince EZ to go to college. “We already had that conversation”, he replied to his dad. “I understand that you had an agreement with Emily but you can’t put your future on hold like that”, continued Felipe. “God you sound just like Y/N”, sighed EZ. “And she is right”, interfered Marisol and took his son’s hand. “Mira, if Emily really care and loves you, she will understand. You have to think about you and if it implies you break a promise for the greater good then that’s what you have to do. You can check the environment, search for a future apartment for both of you but do all of that while you attend classes.”

“I already missed the first semester anyway. There no point in going now. I’ll have to wait for the next school year”, replied EZ. Felipe stood up not having the force to continue the conversation followed closely by Marisol. “Alright. In the meantime, I think you should fix whatever happened between you and Y/N. I know you are hurt. I can see it but she was always there for you”, exclaimed EZ’s mom before leaving her son reflect on her comment. He isolated himself in his room, thinking about his mother’s words and realized his parents were right. He made his way to Emily’s and informed her of his decision to leave and start visiting for a place to live. 

That’s when their first fight occurred and it only got worst when he told her his plan on apologizing and talking to you. “Why would you do that? She tried to break us up. Why are you doing this to me?”, she shouted out. “Em, I only want to make things right. I wasn’t exactly the nicest to her and she probably said those things because she felt threatened. You never got the chance to really get to know each other and I don’t know what do you want me to tell you.” “That’s bullshit. She was the one who didn’t give me a chance. I’ve tried to be nice to her but she kept provoking me with her friends”, the brunette lied. “I know Y/N and she would never do that”, replied EZ, projecting more fuel to the braze. Emily scoffed, “This is gonna be very simple EZ: either you believe me and stay with me or you go to her, apologize and we’re over”, she stated. “Em, come on”, he tried to resonate her. She walked to the door, opened it and made sure he got the hint. It’s with a heavy heart that he stepped closer to the door and closed it, choosing Emily. 

He left a few months later to Stanford, establishing himself there before starting off his first year.

2009 - 2010

The club was discussing at the table when they heard a knock. Annoyed by the interruption, Alvarez nodded at Creeper to open the door. He stepped aside, revealing you behind it. Alvarez motioned you to come inside and noticed your nervousness. “I’m sorry, I know no one can interrupt you when you’re in the Temple but I have something important to request.” The President looked at his cousin who nodded and granted you to talk. You took a deep breath before exclaiming with your head high, “I want to be part of the club. One of you, a Mayan.”

After what felt like an eternity, the silent room filled itself with laughter. “Honey, you can’t be a Mayan member. It doesn’t work like that”, responded your dad. “I know, I’ll be Prospect for a year and then if you judge me worthy, I’ll become a full patched member. I know the rules.” Alvarez’s smile disappeared and he declared, “What we mean is that we don’t take in women and even if we did, it’s a no.” “But, I…” “Marcus told you NO”, Bishop interrupted you firmly. Your eyes wandered around the room and there it was again. That familiar feeling of rejection and embarrassment that went along with it. Your fists clenched and your gaze landed on the floor, refusing for them to see your angry tears. You burst out of the room, fuming and headed home.

Once in your room, you looked around and felt disgusted. “I can’t stay here anymore”, you told yourself out loud. You grabbed the essentials and packed your backpack, your decision to leave final. You wrote a letter to your father explaining him you couldn’t stay and needed to figure yourself out. When he came home, you pretended to be asleep on your bed and felt his lips leave a kiss on your forehead. Your fists clenched under the blanket, fighting your tears and selfishness of leaving the one that saved you 13 years ago. As soon as you made sure that he was asleep, you got out of the house and vanished.

The next morning, Bishop stood up and softly entered your room, checking if you were still asleep. At his surprise, your bed was made. He made his way to the kitchen calling out your name but you were nowhere in sight. He grabbed his phone and dialed, your ringtone blasting in the living room. When he entered the room, his heart stopped beating. Displayed on the table was your phone, ID and an envelope. A sense of fear overcame him and the letter only confirmed his suspicion.

Dear Father,

I’m sorry it has to be on these circumstances but I don’t have the strength to face a fourth rejection like the one that happened earlier today. I’m lost and I need to find myself, who I really am and what I really want. I can’t do it while staying in Santo Padre. You don’t deserve this act of selfishness. You saved me once and I could never thank you enough for the life you gave me. I’m truly and deeply sorry. I hope you will find the strength to forgive me some day.

Te amo mucho, Y/N Losa

He immediately called Alvarez and the Mayans proceeded in checking on the most logical places: train & bus stations, hospitals, your friends, at Martha’s, at the Carniceria, your favorite spots but in vain. It was like you disappeared from the face of the globe. Bishop was devastated and couldn’t stop reading the letter, smashing everything he could find before bursting in tears. The rest of the club was also devastated, feeling like they’ve lost a daughter themselves while Coco, on his side, was furious, feeling like you tricked him.

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The Medusas - Part 2

Pairing : Mayans MC x Plus Size Reader ; Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes x Plus Size Reader (platonic)

Warnings : Language, Angst 

Word Count : 2.3k

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor the universe where they were created and interact in. This series/fiction is only for entertainment purposes.

A/N : This part should have been posted only after I wrote Part 3 but I had amazing news the past two days, so I decided to post the next part tonight  :) 

You sat at your usual favorite spot waiting for EZ to arrive. “What can I get you cariño?”, asked the waitress. “I’ll just get a glass of water for now, please.” “That is a good choice considering the weather today. Got to stay hydrated”, she said to which you chuckled and agreed. She brought you the glass and a plate of fresh fruits. You were about to protest since you didn’t order it but she shushed you. “Boss’s orders”, she commented and pointed at the counter. You followed her gaze and saw Martha lift her own glass. You walk up to her and thanked her with a kiss on the cheek. When Marisol couldn’t take care of you, Martha would be the one doing so. She walked out of the counter and sat beside you. “Waiting for EZ?”, she asked. “Yeah, he should be here any second”, you said while checking your watch. When you didn’t hear any comment from Martha you looked up, analyzing her expression. “What?”, you broke the silence. She shook her head, “Nothing, just wondering why you’re keeping your feelings from him.” “I…I’m not…We’re just friends and you know that.” She hummed and gave you the famous ‘you think you’re fooling me’ look.

“Plus, he has a girlfriend”, you blabbered quickly. Her eyes softened and a sad smile crossed her lips. “Don’t look at me like that. I knew what to expect from the beginning. I don’t want any pity, it will pass…eventually”, you tried to convince yourself more than her. “I only want the best for you, we all do”, she simply stated. You nodded in acknowledgement and saw her leave the booth, going back to work. Lost in the book you were reading, you finally decided to check your watch and realized an hour had passed. You texted EZ, asking where he was but received no reply.  Worried you made your way down the street to the Carniceria Reyes. You saw Felipe and Angel behind the counter and smiled at his words. “You want a sandwich, then you got to know how to do it by yourself from scratch”, exclaimed Felipe. Angel’s whining was what made you laugh out loud. Both of them looked at you, not having realized someone entered the shop.

“Hey Princesa, how are you?”, joyfully exclaimed Angel while reaching out to you and engulfing you in a side hug. “I’m good Pollito. You?”, you said and laughed some more looking at his contorted face from the pet name. “I was before you called me ‘small chicken”, feigning he was hurt. His serious features faded hearing you laughing. They all loved your contagious laugh, an explosion of happiness filling the room. You closed the gap and gave him a kiss on the cheek, whispering “I know deep down you like it.” “Yeah, yeah”, he mouthed under his breath, starting his sandwich. You greeted Felipe and Marisol who joined the entry once hearing your voice. “I was wondering if you’d know where EZ is. We were supposed to meet an hour ago but he’s not responding to my texts and I’m worried something happened”, you say and notice their faces and posture change at your words.

Angel was looking at the bread in front of him while Felipe glanced at Marisol. “I’m sorry Y/N, we didn’t know he had something planned with you otherwise...” “I lend him the truck. He said he had to go to Emily’s. I wouldn’t if I knew he already had a compromise somewhere else”, explained Felipe. “Ohh”, you exclaimed, everything making more sense. He was with her. Everyone in the room felt unease and you cut your visit short. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to rat on him. I was just wondering why he missed it but it’s ok, it’s fine. I’m gonna go.” Marisol reached for your fingers and squeezed it. You tried to fight the emotion submerging you. “Have a nice evening and sorry again. Enjoy your sandwich Angel”, you said before leaving, the fresh air cooling your burning face off.

EZ arrived an hour later home, a huge smile plastered at his face. Once he entered the living room, he saw his parents and brother looking at him firmly. EZ recognized disappointment in his mother’s eyes. “What’s wrong?”, he asked confused. “Think brother. Didn’t you forget about something, someone?”, commented Angel annoyed. Thinking about his day, EZ didn’t seem to understand his brother’s words. “Weren’t you supposed to meet Y/N three hours ago?” He closed his eyes firmly, cursing under his breath. “Shit I totally forgot I planned something with her. I got so caught up on Emily and then my phone died.” Angel stood up, shaking his head and left the room not in the mood for any of it. He already knew what would happen. You would forgive him because that’s just how you are, their parents wouldn’t even give him some sort of speech and everything would go back as normal. “I’m gonna call her right now”, exclaimed EZ.

He called you but got no response. On your side, you just got off the shower, washing the day off when you grabbed your phone. You wanted to click on your favorite chill playlist when you saw the notifications on your phone. Several calls and texts, all from EZ. He profoundly apologized for having missed the meeting, promising that he would make it up to you. You shook your head before replying, “It’s ok but next time a head’s up that you won’t make it would be great!” He kept apologizing again and told you he would wait for you the next day after class. You only replied that you were tired and that you would talk more the next day. The following day went by like all the others: wake up, shower, breakfast, boring class after the others. When you exited, you heard a male voice call for you. You knew the sound of the voice by heart and smiled nonetheless your inner anger from the previous day.

He gave you a side hug and a kiss on your forehead, apologizing once more. “I told you it was forgiven now stop”, you whined in his embrace. He let out a chuckle and smiled brightly. He opened the truck’s door for you before taking place behind the wheel. “What’s the plan?”, you turned to him. “That’s a surprise”, he chuckled and drove out of the parking lot. He drove you on top of the hill, the breathtaking view of the city in display. “Wow”, you whispered in awe. He smiled and exclaimed, “I knew you would love it.” You spend the rest of the day with him, laughing, snaking, catching up. “I got accepted into Stanford”, he said and smiled when he saw your shocked expression transform into pride. You squeezed his bicep and manifested your happiness, “I’m so proud of you Ezekiel, you deserve it. You worked your ass off for this.”

After a while you decided to head back home. Dropping you off, you reached out to EZ and hugged him, congratulating him once more before getting out of the car. You didn’t see or heard from him the following weeks. Either he was busy which you understand since he had to start planning his moving to Stanford or he was busy spending time with Emily. On your side, you decided to spend your free time at the club or at Coco’s where Angel who would sometimes tag along.

“How’s your brother?”, you asked Angel once. He shook his head, unaware of his brother’s whereabouts. “I guess he’s fine. He spends most of his time with his girl now.” “Yeah, I noticed”, you scoffed. The annoyance that crossed your features wasn’t missed by the two men. They sensed that EZ’s relationship was affecting you even if you refused to admit it. Everyone at the club noticed the tension on your body. When your father confronted you about it, you lied telling him it was because of the exams. Truth to be told, you were jealous and you felt stupid about it. You only wanted his happiness but you knew that Emily had a bad influence on him. Besides the obvious jealousy, you were scared to lose your best friend, to grow apart and become strangers. Losing him was one of your biggest fear.

You made your way to the Carniceria in order to grab some meat for the club’s party tonight. You greeted Felipe and made small talk before your conversation was crashed by EZ’s voice coming from the back. “Yo Pop, do you have another apron some-…Oh hi Y/N”, his question cut short when he saw you. You nodded at him before turning to Felipe who excused himself. “I’ll leave you 5.” A strange silence filled the shop and you tried to break it the best you could. “How are you?”, you asked him. “I’m good and you?” “Fine” “Look I’m sorry I haven’t reached out so much, it’s just a lot going on lately”, he justified himself. You shook you head, “Don’t worry, you don’t need to apologize. I get it. Moving out and all can do that.” He cracked his neck before scratching it. “Yeah about that, I’m going to take a gap year.” You frowned in confusion. “What?” He stepped closer, his hands now on his pockets. “I talked with Em and she only has a year left. We’re planning on moving together and attend the same college, so in the meantime I’ll work here with Pop and earn some money, waiting until she graduates.” You were stunned, not believing what you were hearing.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”, you turned to him. “Are you telling me that you’re fucking declining Stanford, put a hold on your future just for some girl?” He shook his head, starting to get irritated. “I’m not declining just postponing and why are you acting like this? She’s not just some girl.” “She’s toxic! You may not see it now because you love her but she is.” You saw his body tense and his eyes narrowing but you couldn’t stop yourself. “I’m not saying this to hurt you. I’m trying to protect you by opening your eyes before it’s too late. She will destroy you.”

“Y/N stop. Emily was right, she immediately saw it and told me. I didn’t want to believe it at first. I know you like me more than friends but I would never think you would go so far as trash talk the woman I love”, he exclaimed. You clenched your jaw, no need to back off from the affirmation. “It wasn’t on her to tell you that. If I didn’t, it was because I had my reasons.” He scoffed, “So you’re not denying it.” “No. I do love you but telling you doesn’t change anything and that’s not the issue here. The issue is you waiting for her, just like that”, you admitted.  

You kept trying to convince him that he was doing a bad decision but he didn’t want to listen. “I’m old enough to make my own choices. I choose to wait for her. She didn’t impose it or herself compared to others.” “What is that supposed to mean?”, you asked, your blood boiling. “You know damn well what I mean. Our friendship was imposed to us because we were children, I didn’t choose it and then it was too late. I… I have a future planned out and I’m not sure anymore if I want you and that energy in it”, the words vomiting from his mouth. It’s only when the room got silent, that he acknowledged the nonsense he just told you. He regretted saying it the second it left his mouth and even more when he saw the sadness and hurt taking over your features.

“You’re willing to risk our friendship for her? Well what I thought was a friendship”, you whispered. “Y/N, I didn’t –“, he tried to take it back but it was too late.  “As you wish”, you whispered still in shock before leaving the store. He took a deep breath and turned around, cleaning his tears with the back of his hand when he saw his parents gaze switch from him to the ground. Not taking it anymore, he reached the door and ran against Angel who was making his way inside. “Watch out! Pendejo”, cursed the older brother cleaning the soda of his shirt. “YO where you going?”, he shouted after EZ who disappeared around the corner.

Bishop was exiting the Templo when he saw you on couch, your blank gaze fixed on the opposed wall. “Everything alright querida?”, he asked concerned, taking a seat next to you. You didn’t hear him at first but turned your head when you felt a small pressure on your arm. You came across 4 worried Mayans, their eyes on you. You shook your head slightly, trying to chase away your thoughts. “Yeah”, you replied with a fake smile that didn’t go unnoticed to the men. Bishop’s eyes crossed his brothers in acknowledgment and stood up, giving you his hand. “Let’s head home.” Once home, your father reached out to you in a hug and asked once more what was wrong. “It’s nothing. EZ and I just had a fight it’s all. It will be fixed soon”, you said naively. “Do you want me to kick his ass?”, he said to which you shook your head and disengaged from his hug. “Don’t worry.” “I will always worry about you princesa. You’re my daughter and I love you”, he confessed. You knew he did but hearing him say it out loud was so rare that you plunged once more in his arms, silent tears sliding don your face. Quickly turning around and hiding your state from him, you told him you would change clothes and prepare dinner.

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The Medusas - Part 1

Pairing : Mayans MC x Plus Size Reader ; Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes x Plus Size Reader (platonic)

Warnings : Language, Slight Mention of child traffic -> ( If it’s any kind of  Triggering for you, PLEASE don’t continue on this post)

Word Count : 1.4k

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor the universe where they were created and interact in. This series/fiction is only for entertainment purposes.

A/N : Buckle up, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride ;)

Year 1999

It was another morning that awaited the Mayans MC and its members. The sun shone from the early hours only to get warmer by time. Marcus Alvarez’s routine was simple: wake up, have a cold shower and a coffee right before pulling his kutte over his shoulders and make his way to his Harley. While leaving his home, he felt the pressure under his boot switch and looked on the floor. There was an envelope, the only information on it being his name. Picking it up, he opened it and came across pictures along a message. His neutral features contorted to anger, jaw tightened and heavy sighing. He put the intel back inside the envelope and made his way to the club’s quarters.

Once he arrived at the clubhouse, he convoked everyone for an emergency meeting. “Javier is missing”, commented one of the members. “Good”, replied firmly Alvarez. They took place at their respective seats, the silence and cigarette smoke feeling the air. Alvarez took the envelope out and splattered the pictures all over the table. Bishop reached to the one closest to him and frowned. Letting the members acknowledge what was in front of them, Alvarez spoke at last. “I received these this morning. No name, no address, anonymous. Javier has been double crossing the club, filling his own pockets with the enemies.”

Some members shook their heads not believing their Vice-Presidente would do that. “You said it yourself, it’s anonymous. What if it’s trafficked?”, asked their Secretario. “We’ll have to sort it out. If it comes out it is indeed true, measures must be taken”, replied Alvarez to which everyone agreed. He quickly collected the intel and advised that the matter would not be further discussed until some investigation. “We’ll decide once we’ll have more information.” “Bishop talk to his lady. Try to find out if financially there has been an improvement. In the meantime, just act like nothing happened” The hammer smashed on the table, indication that the meeting was over.

Two weeks passed and the club discovered that Javier, their VP, was indeed mixed with the enemies. The vote was unanimous. The day came were they planned to bust him. After one of the club’s parties, Javier told the club he was needed at home earlier. The club used the opportunity to follow him to an abandoned barn, isolated in the desert. Kneeled on the ground, Alvarez and Bishop saw Javier greeting the club’s enemies. There was no more proof needed. The Mayans covered the entry and exit before striking and shooting. They put down the rivals and shot Javier in the leg before disarming him. Alvarez brought Javier by his shirt and punched him, “Traidor”.

“Marcus”, exclaimed Bishop and nodded at him to look around. What the club came across grossed them beyond words. Cages were splattered all around the barn, crying children occupying them. “Get this piece of shit out of my face”, spat Alvarez before turning to Bishop and helping him in opening the cages. The President gave the order to call the Prospect back with a van. Bishop was opening the last cage and slowly approached the child. The girl lifted her face at him, traces of dried tears on her face.  “Are you taking us to heaven?”, she asked with a small voice. Bishop’s breath got stuck on his throat before shaking his head. “No but I will take you somewhere safe”, he said calmly while showing her his hand. Hesitant at first, the girl looked at him, a sparkle of hope crossing her eyes before accepting his hand. “I’m Bishop and you what’s your name?”, he asked. “Y/N”. He nodded and forced a smile on his face.

You were the last to leave the barn before you stopped on your tracks. You let go of his hand and fumbled on your pockets. You reached out for the stolen lighter and turned around, walking to the entry. It took you a few tries before actioning the lighter and threw it inside. You saw the barn slowly burn, the flames intensifying. You walked back to Bishop and took his hand. Looking up, you locked your gaze with his and a small smile formed on your lips. Even after everything you must have endured inside that place, Bishop was in awe when he saw your smile crossing your features. At that moment, Bishop knew how special you were and decided to legally adopt you as soon as he found out you didn’t have any known relatives.

You grew up among the club and its rules. A few days after he saved you, he became the Mayans’ new Vice-President. You couldn’t dream of a better father. Bishop was understanding, caring, making sure you had everything you wanted and investing in your education. You became the club’s sweetheart, a smile always gracing your face and your compassionate persona enlightening every room you entered. When your father had to make runs, he would leave you in the care of Marisol Reyes, which is how you became best friends with Ezekiel. EZ was by far the smartest person you came across with and it only intensified with the years. From this small bean, birthed a young man full of potential promised with great achievements.

Year 2007

Your platonic feelings towards EZ quickly evolved into more but you never acted upon them, not wanting to risk the dynamic in place. You kept both growing each at your own pace and each with their predefined plans. Considering that EZ was a year older and almost finishing high school, you asked for his help on one of your classes you had trouble understanding. Truth to be told, it was more a ruse to spend more time with him. You knew exactly how to succeed the class but you loved hearing his voice.

A few days later, you received your test and seeing the A+ written on it, you smiled, excited to share the news with EZ. Walking out of the classroom and into the parking lot, you saw and called him before engulfing him into a bone crushing hug. “Woah, hey there Y/N”, he mumbled. Feeling his muscles tense, you disengaged from the hug without noticing a pair of eyes analyzing the interaction. “Look I got an A+ thanks to you”. A smile graced his face before congratulating you. He turned to his left before stating happily, “Y/N, I would like to introduce to you Emily, my girlfriend”. You felt your heart squeeze inside your chest at the last word and turned your gaze to where he was looking. You met with the sight of his girlfriend, your mood switching from joy to sadness and back to smiley in a matter of seconds. It was a few seconds that told Emily everything she needed to know. “Hello, nice to meet you”, you said and reached out your hand. She grabbed it and faked a smile only you could identify. “Y/N, hi. EZ has told me so much about you.”

“Good things I hope”, you chuckled slightly giving him a look. “Of course, the best. He told me how close you both are”, she mentioned to which your jaw tightened just the slightest. “This guy I have to bear with? Nah”, you joked in order to break the tension. “Oh you’re like that hein?”, EZ turned to you, fake hurt plastered on his face. “Either way, we got to go babe”, Emily’s voice cut through the moment. “Yeah right. Do you wanna join us Y/N?” Before you could answer, Emily did it for you, “I’m sure Y/N must be busy and we already planned to go check that dinner, remember.”

Either way, you were about to refuse his invitation, not in the mood of being the third wheel on the date, watching the guy you were in love with being all lovey-dovey with someone else. “Thank you for the invite but Emily’s right. I have some things to do.” He nodded, understanding and joined hands with her. “See you around then. Tomorrow, usual place?”, he asked you to which you only nod. You saw them distancing themselves from you and made your way to the club, unaware of their conversation. “She’s totally into you”, commented Emily. EZ looked at her funny before laughing. “YN? No, we’re just best friends. What are you talking about?” She shook her head and told him he was too smart to not have noticed your feelings towards him earlier. “Trust me, she likes you.” He kept shaking his head even if doubt was making his way to his mind.

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can I be tagged in the medusas plsss??

Of course dear ☺️

I will add you to part 1 so I know you’re part of the series tag. Thank you ❤️

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So I just binged Medusa and 😩😩😩😩 it's so good, I had to like stop myself from reading too fast because my brain was skipping lines and i kept having to go back and reread 😂😂

Oh thank youu so much 🥺🥰 I’m happy you liked it 🙌🥰🥰😘

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That first sentence — EZ had you belly down, spread eagle underneath him — you just had to go&set it up like that, huh? Well, as soon as I read that line I was like "oooh... she's in for a treat" 🤣🤷🏾‍���️. THE FREAKING DETAIL! Honestly, the way you write is absolutely amazing. Especially for a visual person like myself🙋🏾‍♀️😈... 'cause... uh, the details are amplified🤣 (would that be the correct term? I don't even know). Don't get me started on how you ended it — "I'm gonna need another one, baby girl," he said, before claiming your lips once again — alrighty, then... 😹😂.

EZ’s Claim

18+

Pairing: Ezekiel Reyes x Black Reader

Summary: Pure smut

Warning: Smut, creampie, a touch of cockwarming, more smut, i think that’s it.

Word Count: 594

A/N: @nxxstybrat​ requested a while ago that I write something for EZ similar to this fic and this is what I came up with. I do have another EZ fic in the works, so I might make it a part 2 to this fic or a stand alone fic, I haven’t decided yet. Not sure when I’m actually gonna write it though lol I typed this last night on my phone lol there are probably a lot of mistakes but I’ll fix them at a later date. I hope you all enjoy!

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Some of the TikTok couples challenges/trends (unsure what to name them) are definitely prompts for fics😂. Like, whenever I see a challenge I can't help but think about what happened after😜. YOU HAVE DEFINITELY PULLED THROUGH! The '😘' at the end of her text was definitely a nice touch😹🤷🏾‍♀️. That response though — When he found you, he quirked an eyebrow before excusing himself from Bishop. He tilted his head towards the house and mouthed 'bathroom' a couple of times as he walked in. You were giddy, so you excused yourself from your company and followed him. — it's about to go down👏🏾. URG! EZ IS JUST... DAMN! When he asked too many questions😂 — You pulled EZ's hand away from your mouth, "EZ shut the fuck up and cum in me please," you cried and clenched around him. Yes! Let. Him. Know! 😜🤷🏾‍♀️🤣😜🤷🏾‍♀️🤣. EZ just warming up/giving her a preview of what would be going down once they leave (probably not too long after their quickie🤣). This was just too good!

EZ’s Claim Pt. 2

18+

Pairing: Ezekiel Reyes x Black Reader

Summary: Pure smut

Warning: Smut, creampie, more smut, i think that’s it.

Word Count: 900ish

A/N: Here’s part 2 to this fic. will there be a part 3? idk. i got the idea from those tik tok videos were you send a dirty text to your s/o while you’re in a crowded room. hope you like it! also, i typed this on my phone and didn’t reread it, so there are probably tons of mistakes lol

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This is everything, thank you so much 🥰 I was thinking of someone else, or maybe EZ? Hmm, mystery ��

The Medusas - Part 3

Pairing : Mayans MC x Plus Size Reader ; Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes x Plus Size Reader (platonic) 

Warnings : Language, Angst, Mention of Depression

Word Count : 2.9k

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor the universe where they were created and interact in. This series/fiction is only for entertainment purposes.

A week passed, then a second. You were still in shock and denial regarding the fight you had with EZ. His words kept repeating themselves like an earworm. You couldn’t believe he felt that way towards you since the beginning, just someone to pass time. “She didn’t impose herself compared to others.” You couldn’t stop that destructive voice in your head, questioning if he was the only one feeling that way. What about your father? Did you also imposed yourself in some type of way, not giving him the choice in guarding you? Is it why your birth parents left you, abandoned you? These thoughts left you in a dark place and you slowly started pushing people away. You gradually cut contact with your friends, not in the mood to talk or hang around with them anymore. Your new state preoccupied your father but also the other club members who were used to see you constantly smiling.

It didn’t help going to the same high school with EZ’s girlfriend. Life was playing tricks on you, testing your patience by putting her constantly on your path. She would either totally dismiss your presence or at the contrary, provoke you by speaking loud enough about EZ to her friends, knowing you would hear her. You couldn’t count how many times you left the room or cafeteria, sick of hearing her. What switched your denial to anger occurred a few months later, at the end of school year. You were exiting the classroom, making your way outside, when you saw EZ twirling Emily in a hug and kiss her passionately in the middle of the school entry. When he dropped her to the ground, his eyes met yours and his joyful smile vanished. You felt stuck to the ground, not being able to move from the scene. His eyes then dropped to the ground before taking Emily’s hand in his and turning around, making his way to the truck. In that moment, your heart finished breaking itself to pieces.

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