#bottles mayans mc fanfiction

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He’d always believed that the code of La Cosa Nostra forbade their operations to extend into the realms of drug trafficking. To be specific, he’d assumed it stemmed from reasons of mortality, perhaps a skewed sense of Catholic guilt, when in fact, the commoner explanation was far simpler.  

GAHHHH I HAVE SO MUCH INFO TO SHARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He was in Vegas, after all. Home of the poker face.  

I could make you a PowerPoint, I am a wealth of info.

Downer, of course, was at the epicentre of it. “Hey, I thought there was meant to be whores on the dockside? That’s a thing, ain’t it? We’ve been here four times before now and no damned pussy anywhere.” Angel lit a cigarette, raising his eyebrows. “Man, where the fuck you get that from?” “He’s right,” Hank chimed in, “but about a couple hundred years out of date. Hookers used to frequent the docks back in the eighteen, nineteen hundreds. Gave lots of navy men who’d been at sea for months at a time a rampant case of the syph."

I love this, I'm a sucker for the film noir of it all.

“You’re getting way too smart with that fuckin’ yap of yours, prospect,” he snorted, pointing at Guero. “Been spending too much time with him and his big mouth.”

I would like to sandwich myself between Bottles and Guero, there would always be something to entertain me.

The last thing he expected to see was the body of a dishevelled looking blonde girl with a gash upon her head, lying there out cold, and the marked case notably empty of its usual stack of bills.   “Uh, guys?” he called, appearing back around the container door as his brothers were carrying cargo across from the vans. “We got a situation in here.”  

That's one way to put it.

Lost and Found - A Guero (Mayans MC)/OC Story.

Okay, okay! I cave to the demand and the excitement I have warmly received from you all. Here you go, darlings. First chapter is here. I can’t promise I will be posting the second next week just in case I want to do ANOTHER deep dive into the editing, but since I am just over halfway through writing it now, I thought I would at least post the first. 

Story is somewhat canon, with a few changes here and there to suit my artistic vision… i.e. I kicked canon in the ass and told her to go home, hahaha! Oh, I also gave Guero a surname, too! I tried to keep him as true to who we see on screen, but obviously since we didn’t get him for long, some of his characterisations are of my creation. Don’t like it? Don’t read. Simple as that. 

Nervously and excitedly awaiting your feedback, eeek! :)

Words - 3,834

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse in the coming chapters. 

Unknown numbers. Ezekiel Reyes often received more than he wished to endure upon the burner phone he used for club business. Regularly they were legitimate, but occasionally telemarketers, such annoyances he simply hung up on instantly. While walking from his trailer to the clubhouse, he expected the call coming in to be that of nuisance, 11am seemingly the call centre worker bee’s peak time to bother him about his long-distance courier needs, or savings on his energy bills.  

It was no telemarketer, but he almost disconnected the call all the same in sheer disbelief.  

“Ezekiel Reyes?”

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Your Boyfriend is a Bitch Headcanon -Mayans Version

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

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

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

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

Short king Bishop oozes big dick, don't fuck with me energy. Which is why you are stunned into silence as well as Gilly and Angel at what the new prospect has just said to him. The air is tense as Bishop contemplates the young man who had just dared to say he could fuck you better than him. "I assume you only said this because you think my beautiful goddess of a wife is a club girl correct? " asked Bishop as he gently taps your hip. Once you have stood up off his lap he stands up and walks to the new prospect who has decided now to shut his mouth. "I'll help you out son. There is no correct answer" states Bishop as he grabs the guys arm and leads him out the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Okay so I'm going to start writing fanfiction. I will write for the following:

Sons of anarchy:

Jax

Opie

Tig

Chibs

Happy

Half-Sack

Juice

Kozik

RatBoy

Mayans MC:

Angel Reyes

EZ Reyes

Gilly

Coco

Creeper

Bottles

Guero

Manny

Bishop

Yellowstone:

Kayce Dutton

Rip Wheeler

Ryan

Walker

For any other requests feel free to send an ask or dm and I can do my best to get it written for you.

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The New Bartender

Mayans MC Masterlist

Contains: Smut, MFM threesome, fluff, friendly rivalries. No beta read, probably full of mistakes I can't see.

4K words

Out of desperation, Bishop hires a real bartender.

Thank you to @burningtacozombie for the gif.

You looked over the ad, "The pay's alright but I don't think I'm going to gel well here, the poster I picked up didn't exactly say I would be working at a biker clubhouse."

Bishop swallowed and shot a look at Hank; you were the most qualified person they had spoken to all week, and the drinks you had whipped up were to die for, "We realise not putting the location on the ad wasn't the best idea but we're desperate. We can't keep people long and well, we're bikers, we like to drink."

You nodded, "Yep and I've been there and done that, I'm not interested in spending my night being disrespected. At least in a bar, I can get the fucker kicked out."

Hank held up his hands, "If you wanna toss someone, you can. The girls that are left could really use a hand. I promise we're nicer than we look."

You sighed, "Fine, a two week trial, you do sound desperate. But I ain't putting up with any shit and don't think I'm not going to take someone's keys from them."

Bishop smiled and stuck out his hand, "Done, you're hired."

You shook it and sighed before shaking Hank's hand too, "I have a feeling this is going to be an interesting two weeks."

That was two months ago, and aside from a few growing pains and walking out with all the other women in the middle of a party after a particularly rude Mayan took it one step too far, things had been amazing.

"I'll get an old fashioned please." You mixed the drink in a flash and slid it across the bar to Bishop, "Thanks."

You smiled, "Don't mention it. I know I've asked you this before but have you considered broadening your horizons? Maybe try something a little different."

Bishop sighed, "What do you recommend?"

You ran a finger over the liquor bottles, "You ever had a dark and stormy?"

He shrugged, "Probably."

"Ok then, when that's drained, you can give it another go." Bishop walked away with his drink and Guero and Bottles filled the space.

Guero gave you his trademark smirk and you handed him a beer, "What do you want? I know that look."

He chuckled, "Who do you like more, me or Mr Magoo?"

The question seemed to roll off Bottles' back, "I'm not going to answer that."

Bottles smiled, "Nah, we want to know."

You shook your head, "No, and if you keep this up, I'm cutting you both off."

Guero looked you up and down, "That's what we like about you y/n, this take no prisoners attitude is very hot."

You huffed, "You've both made your attraction pretty clear and it's not happening, I'm not going to be your tool to show up the prospect."

"Maybe we're just going to ask you to have a drink with us." Bottles hadn't yet developed the charm that some of the patched members had and if it wasn't so cute, you might have felt sorry for him.

"Come on y/n, I wouldn't be showing him up, we'd be helping the poor boy. You see how shy he is." You rolled your eyes but Guero continued, "All this flirting we've been doing has to go somewhere, just say yes and we'll show you a good time."

There was no denying they were attractive, and if the rumours you heard around the clubhouse were true, they knew what they were doing, "I'm not going to have sex with Bottles because you wanna torment him about it, that's really gross dude."

Bottles smiled, "That's not what it is, he's got a big mouth and I want to prove him wrong."

You blinked, you had no idea where his sudden confidence came from, "What fucking cave did you two crawl out of?"

Guero raised a hand in placation, "It ain't like that, we like you and we want to show you a good time, if you'll let us."

You sighed, "Fine, but no fucking bullshit and this doesn't mean I'm getting passed around." You held up a finger as the smirk grew on Guero's face, "Any fuckin bullshit and I'm putting you both out on your asses, understand?" They both nodded aggressively, "Good, I'll see you at my place tomorrow at six and bring food."

****

You rubbed your face as they fought over the last spring roll, "I swear to shit, cut it in half or I'll eat it." They stopped like little boys caught in the middle of roughhousing and did as you asked, "Thank you."

Bottles shifted in his seat and pushed up his glasses, "Thank you for agreeing to this."

You smiled, "You're both very handsome and I'm hoping to have fun too, it's not a big ask."

The corner of Guero's lip ticked up, "Oh, you're going to have more than fun."

You rolled your eyes, "If you keep bragging, I'm going to think you're overcompensating for something."

"Oh trust me, I'm compensating just the right amount." Sometimes his smug tone made you want to punch him.

Bottles shook his head, "You don't need to worry about that with me, I'm secure."

"You know, it might serve you to be this confident all the time, I like this side of you." He positively beamed at your praise. Guero kicked him under the table and you slapped his chest, "None of that, be nice to him."

Bottles smiled, "Yeah, be nice to me."

Guero's jaw ticked, "You are so in for it Prospect."

You shook your head and stood up, "I'm going to fix up the bedroom, I expect my kitchen to be clean by the time I invite you into my bed." Guero would have taken the chance to make Bottles do it had you not stopped him, "Both of you. You don't want me thinking you're lazy would you?"

Guero shook his head, "I love cleaning."

"Sure you do, you got ten minutes." With that, you headed to the bedroom and left them to rile each other up for the upcoming fun.

At eight minutes, you walked out of the bedroom and back into the kitchen, looking around before smiling, "Great job, shall we?"

Guero slapped Bottles on the back and grinned, "We shall."

You followed them into the bedroom and Guero flopped himself on the chair by the bed while Bottles stood in the middle of the room, "You're not taking part?"

Guero's tongue darted out and licked his lower lip, "I'm alright with watching, I'll step in when he can't do the job right."

You ignored him and stepped closer to Bottles, taking his glasses off his face and handing them to Guero without looking at him. "Are you sure you're alright with this? I don't want you to do anything you're not one hundred percent into."

He laid hands on your cheeks and smiled, "I'm really alright with this, trust me." He leaned in closer and bumped your nose with his, "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded, "Yes, I would like that." His lips were gentle when he pressed them to yours, holding a quiet confidence that made your skin burst out into gooseflesh.

One hand left your face and made its way down your body to unbutton your top before sliding it off your shoulders, "Holy shit."

You could feel Guero eyes on your body as he took in your bare skin, and you broke the kiss, "It's just my back dude."

He chuckled, "Yeah, but I can tell you got a hot bra on, and the Prospect's too busy kissing you to appreciate it."

Sure enough, when you turned back, Bottle's eyes were stuck on your lace covered breast, "It is a nice bra."

You nodded, "Yeah, you wanna take it off me?"

Bottle's hands rushed to remove it as his lips found yours again, "Wow Prospect, I thought you were a virgin but the way that bra came off makes me think we might be alright yet."

You broke the kiss again and shot a look at Guero, "You did crawl out of a cave, virginity isn't real."

Guero chuckled, "Sorry, continue."

Bottles' lips moved to your neck when you turned back this time, that same quiet confidence coming through as his hand moved to your breast to play with your nipple. His hand went to your ribcage and pulled you close as the other moved down to the zipper of your jeans, "Can I?"

You nodded, "Yes please." The zipper came open and a warm hand slid inside before settling over your covered core to cup you through your panties.

"You gonna take her jeans off Prospect? It ain't fair that you're keeping her all of yourself." Again, there was something in Guero's tone that made you want to punch him, he was clearly enjoying the power.

Bottles pushed your panties aside and his fingers grazed your bare flesh, "How about you come over here and do it yourself, I'm busy."

Guero hopped up with a skip in his step and took two long strides over to the middle of the room. His hand were warm as he ran his knuckles up and down your sides, getting lower and lower with each pass before finally going low enough to pull your jeans down your legs, "Did you dress up for us?"

Bottles' calloused fingers finally making direct contact with your clit made it hard to reply, "I think she did, but unlike you, I'm grateful for it."

Guero went to reply, but you mustered your own, "I did it for me, I like nice lingerie. As far as you know, I could have been wearing something like this four nights a week."

Bottles swallowed and flicked his eyes to Guero who smirked, "Our bad, apologise Prospect."

Bottles didn't respond, and your panties went next while he gathered wetness from your entrance before sliding two of his thick fingers inside you. Guero stepped back, flopped on the bed, and pet the spot beside him, "You two wanna join me?"

You whimpered as Bottles pulled his fingers out and stepped backwards towards the bed, sitting on the edge as Bottles stepped between your legs, "You're both overdressed."

You reached out, pulled Bottles' belt free and yanked his jeans down while he removed his shirt and then a bare chest was being pressed against your back and Guero's lips grazing your neck, "Hey, fuck off, it's my turn."

Guero sat back, propped up on the headboard and smirked, "Sorry man, you were just taking forever."

You shook your head in disbelief, "Do I get a say in any of this you fucking troglodytes?"

Bottles suddenly looked very smug, "What do you want?"

You heard Guero's jeans coming off as they waited for your answer, "I want you to fuck me."

Bottles grinned and leaned over, forcing you to lie back, "I can do that."

You made your way up the bed and settled on the pillows and Guero bent over to take you into a kiss. His hand found your cheek and he pulled back while his thumb stroked your skin, "You want me to fuck you too or are you going to make me sit here and watch?"

Eyes got wide as you watched Guero's hand slide down his body to take his dick out, "Holy shit."

Guero chuckled, "That's not an answer."

You blinked, "That thing is fucking huge, what the fuck do you want me to do with it?"

Guero shrugged, "Whatever you want, I'm not fussed."

Bottles tapped your hip gently and drew your attention back to him, "Well you can decide later because I want to make you feel good, can I do that?"

You nodded, "Yes please."

Guero stroked his dick lazily, "So polite, who knew you had such great manners. Did you know about that Prospect?"

Bottles was looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive, "She's always sweet to me, it's not my fault you're an asshole."

"Can someone please do something before I have an aneurism?" No reply came from either of them as Bottles made his way all the way up the bed and hovered over you. His lips touched yours, the kissed deeper this time as his free hand rubbed your outer thigh and you placed one hand on his side and the other reached out to grab Guero's cock.

Bottles grabbed your wrist and shook his head, "Don't."

"But I want to." Your tone was far more desperate than you intended

Guero looked for you to Bottles and chuckled, "Yeah Prospect, she wants to. Are you going to deny such a beautiful woman?"

You could see the wheels turning to Bottles head before he let your hand go, "Alright, only because you've been so good."

Guero wrapped his hand over yours and placed it over his dick, moving in a barely there stroke, "Like that yeah?"

You nodded, "Ok." He smiled and leaned back, enjoying the sensation as he watched Bottles' lips return to your skin.

You slid your hand from Bottles' side and removed his boxers and his hard cock sprung free, "Well look at that, the Prospect's packing too. Who knew?"

Bottles chuckled, "Yeah, and unlike you, I know how to use it."

You huffed, "Can someone please fucking do something instead of just bickering, I could have gotten myself off five times by now."

Bottles smiled and nibbled your neck as he made his way to your breast, and Guero's hand wrapped over yours again as he tightened your grip slightly before pulling away once more. Bottles lips wrapped around your nipple as his hand came up to play with the other but Guero slapped it away, "You don't get to have all the fun, I've barely touched her."

Bottles took the chance to take to the hand that was on your breast and place it back between your legs, and you took in a breath as he went right back to where he was before, with his fingers sliding inside you.

Guero's finger moved in broad, teasing circles, his fingertips bearly touching your breasts as he moved closer to your nipple. Bottles, however, was kissing your flesh like it contained the answer to the universe. Before you could relax into the feeling, Bottles was pulling away and kissing down your body to your core.

Guero picked up the slack, his hands becoming more insistent as he had more room to work, and Bottles' fingertips crooked upwards to brush your G-spot as he used his other hand to lift your legs over his shoulders. He lifted his head and made eye contact with you before giving you a soft smile, "Can I?"

You nodded and wove your hand into his hair, "Please." His lips sealed around your clit and Guero shuffled down so he was lying next to you before taking your face in his hands and pulling you into a kiss. Guero swallowed your moans as Bottles worked you closer to the edge, all the teasing and stopping finally catching up with you as the orgasm rushed towards you like an oncoming train.

You bit down on Guero's pillowy lower lip and he let out a feral grunt as your hand tightened around his cock. You pushed Bottles head closer and ground yourself on his face as your clenched around his fingers and Guero broke the kiss to watch as pleasure overtook your body, "Fuck, that's so fucking hot."

Bottles pulled back and wiped his face with his palm and kissed back up your body, taking your chin in between his fingers and pulling your head away from Guero and towards him as he took you into a kiss. Guero's breath caught in his throat, but before you could act on it, Bottles grabbed both your wrists and pressed them into the pillow by your head, "Keep them there."

Guero was taken aback but recovered quickly, "I was going to complain but this might be better than the handjob."

Bottles removed his hands from your wrists and slid them down your body and bent your knees so he could slot himself in the space between them, "Condoms?"

"Top drawer." Guero twisted himself around and reached over, rifling through the drawer with a smile before pausing to look at something.

A smirk grew on his face as he pulled out a bullet vibe, "What's this?"

He and Bottles shared a look but you shook your head, "Next time."

"Alright, next time it is." Guero shot Bottles a pointed look and when he stayed quiet, the box of condoms was lobbed at his head, "You got something stuck in your throat? She's saying there's going to be a next time."

Bottles' brain caught up with his dick because he was grinning, "Hell yeah, I can't wait."

He picked the condoms up from where they had landed and pulled one out of the packet before opening it and sliding it over his cock. His hands ran up and down your legs as you threw them over his waist and he rubbed his cock up and down your slit and looked into your eyes in a request for permission, "Please."

He slid inside you slowly, biting back his moan as he bottomed out. Guero rested his hand on your cheek and turned your head towards him for another kiss as his hand returned to his dick. Bottles rocked his hips slowly, working up to a steady pace as he held himself above you on his elbows.

You pulled your hands off the pillow and wrapped them around his body, Bottles making no move to stop you as his hips picked up speed. Beside you, Guero tutted and slapped Bottles' shoulder before pushing him slightly, "Have you forgotten something man?"

Bottles hips barely slowed as he shook his head and Guero rearranged himself so he could slide his hand between your bodies to rub your clit, "The fucking basics man."

It took a few thrusts for them to get the rhythm but before long, the sensations overwhelmed you, "I didn't fucking forget man."

Guero smirked, "Ah I see, if you can't handle it I can take over."

"No, please don't stop." That only spurred Bottles on as he picked up speed, and then he was the one batting Guero's hand away as he took over. There was more light shoving as Guero pressed his lips to yours, and Bottles kissed your neck, giving you no time to warn with as the second orgasm swept over you.

Bottles' pace faltered, and they swapped places as he climbed his own high. Through the haze of pleasure, you were vaguely aware that Guero was nibbling bruises into your neck, but before you could protest, Bottles' breath shuddered, and he pulsed inside you.

Your hips twitched as Bottles pulled out and rolled off you with a chuckle, "Sorry."

Guero huffed, "He's not sorry, look at him." He rolled you over onto your side facing him and took your head in his hands, "Don't worry y/n, I'll be nicer to you."

Bottles settled behind you with his chest pressed against your back and ran his hands up and down your body while he pressed his lips to your upper back, "Do you believe him?"

Guero was brushing your sweat stuck hair from your face with a gentle smile, "I do."

There was a rush to find the condoms and Guero paused like he was deep in thought as he held the little square package, "What is it?"

He smiled, "I'm thinking about whether I should go down on you first, it's no fair that the Prospect gets all the fun."

You thought for a moment, "I think that might be a bit too much, my brain feels like it's swimming in maple syrup."

Guero smiled, "Maple syrup, are you a secret Canadian?"

You shook your head, "No, I was worried if I said chocolate syrup you'd leave us to get a hot fudge parfait."

Guero chuckled and pecked your cheek, "I wouldn't dream of it and that's alright, I'm happy to skip to the main event." He rolled the condom down his dick and lifted your leg over his hip before running his cock up and down your slit, "You wanna keep going? You don't need to say yes, we can do something else if you're done."

You smiled, "No, I want to keep going."

Bottles chuckled behind you and reached over to shove Guero lightly, "Who's denying the beautiful woman now?"

Guero snorted, "Hey, I'm being a gentleman." He sighed and his lips met yours as he began a slow, steady slide inside you. He paused for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his ample size before slowly rocking his hips, "You good?" His voice was tightly, clearly feeling the outcome of his own delayed pleasure.

You nodded, "Yep."

Bottles pulled you away from Guero and you twisted towards him like a pretzel so he could kiss you while Guero's hips picked up speed, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Guero exhaled sharply, "You wanna say that again?" Guero's fingers found your clit in an instant and he flashed a grin at Bottles, "I don't forget." He rolled his hips into you and Bottles swallowed your gasp as Guero brushed your G-spot with each forceful stroke.

Your breath caught in your throat and Bottle's lips turned gentle on yours, the mix of rough and gentle intensifying the sensations even. Bottles didn't let you pull your lips away to warn Guero of your oncoming release and you swore you could hear something break in his brain as you clenched around him, "Fucking fuck."

Guero yanked you away from Bottles and pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that left your head spinning as he followed behind you, taking his hand from your clit and gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises.

Guero rolled away from you and you flopped onto your back, unable to move much more without rolling onto Bottles, "Fuck that was amazing."

Guero chuckled, "You said it Prospect."

You sighed and pushed yourself up, "I really need to go have a shower, I'm all sweaty."

Bottles followed, looking helpful as always, "We can join you, I had a look at your shower and it will fit all three of us."

Guero shook his head, "What are you talking about Prospect, I'm going to help y/n clean up and you're going to change the sheets."

You crossed your arms over your chest, "Nope, I'm going to shower all by myself and you're both going to change the sheets, they're in the drawers under the bed and there are spare pillows in the cupboard." Guero glared at Bottles and you held up a finger, "No fighting or you'll be sleeping on the porch."

Bottles eyes went wide, "I wasn't fighting, it's all him."

You shook your head and turned on your heel, "Don't think I can't see how you rile him up. I'll be out in ten, that should be enough time."

Thankfully, when you came out of the bathroom, there were fresh sheets on the bed and they were getting along. They took turns in the bathroom and Bottles was thoughtful enough to bring you a glass of water while Guero glared at him.

You stretched and yawned then climbed into bed, Geruo and Bottles following after you, "So, who do you like more, me or Bottles?"

You shook your head, "I like you both equally now can I please get some sleep, I'm worn out."

Bottles chuckled, "That's my plan but I get the feeling that he's going to want to talk."

Guero reached over you and shoved him, "Do not, I know when to shut up, unlike you."

You huffed and climbed over Guero to turn off the lamp, "Goodnight, both of you."

They got the message because they arranged themselves so they could touch you, with all your legs entangled in a mess, while placing their arms strategically over you. Guero pressed his lips to your temple, "Goodnight y/n."

Bottles went next with his lips falling on your cheek, "Goodnight, thank you for tonight."

Guero kicked him softly, "Show off."

Fin

Y'all want this to become a thing? I'm not above making this a thing, where's there's I love yous and non sexual cuddling.

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Ooooo!!! These look so fun! Send me some asks!

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I fully admit it: I’m a sucker for fall. so, here you go- an october-themed ask game! This isn’t specific to world-building or drafting or a specific part of writing, so hopefully there’s something in it for everyone.

🎃 pumpkin: do you have any favorite brainstorming techniques? how do you like to gather ideas for your wip?

🍂 leaves: what does your editing process look like? how does your wip typically change as you work on it?

☕ coffee or tea: describe your OC’s favorite place to relax.

🧥 warm coat: share a happy or fuzzy scene from your wip!

🍎 apple: let’s talk about friendship in your wip. do you have any favorite friend/platonic dynamics? any friendships gone sour?

👻 ghost: can you tease some wip ideas that have been haunting you/something you want to write in the future?

🌧️ rain: share a sad or emotional scene from your wip!

🥧 pie: let’s talk about food in your wip. are there any special recipes or traditional meals? do any of your OCs cook or bake?

🍬 candy: share a sweet or fluffy scene from your wip!

🌙 moon: do any of your OCs have dark backstories or secrets they’re trying to keep?

[garbinge]

Mistakes

Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & OC Rosario 'Ro' Reyes From these August Prompts:  “It's refreshing to finally see you make a mistake” A/N: Me??? Making another Reyes sister???? Because the 2 million I have aren't enough???? I will say it time and time again, I would have loved to see the main characters of SOA & Mayans have sister siblings and how that would have played out. Do I get why they didn't??? Yes but it won't stop me from making fanfiction versions of them have sisters!!!!! Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: Mentions of death, jail, guns, drinking. Angst.  Mayans MC Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705

It had been a while since the eldest Reyes came home. She didn’t have a schedule or routine in stopping by, most of her visits were unplanned and unannounced. Normally her visits just included a few hours with her Pops, enjoying the outdoors or watching TV, maybe dinner if she felt like staying a little longer. This time around was different though. As Rosario entered the back door to the house she went straight for the fridge, her eyes immediately fell on a case of beer that sat on the third shelf of the fridge. As she grabbed a bottle from the box, she heard her two younger siblings bickering in the living room. A smile formed on her face, ever since moving out years ago, getting her own house, hearing her brother's bicker was enjoyable verse what it used to be—annoying. 

She decided to grab her beer and make her way silently to the open doorway that led into the living room, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed so she could sip the beer with ease as she enjoyed the free entertainment. 

“Joining the club is a stupid fuckin’ idea, EZ.” Angel’s voice was firm. 

“It’s done, Angel.” EZ’s voice was more neutral, like he had already come to terms with everything that Angel was struggling with. 

“Ain’t shit done, you still need a sponsor.” Angel was getting angrier as the conversation continued. 

“Just–just sit on it for a minute Angel, really think about it, it makes sense!” Now EZ was leaving his neutral ground and starting to fight for his side of the argument. 

“You were looking at 20 years, bro. 20 fuckin’ years inside. And by some miracle you got out early. Go do something, man. Stockton State didn’t turn you into no fuckin’ gangster.” Angel was now giving up, he pushed past EZ to go turn the TV off that was likely on when Angel was the only person in the house. 

“I just want to be home, Angel. Be with you and Pop. Be part of something. I know there’s a spot for me at the club, I’m smart, I’d be an asset.” EZ was begging in only a way EZ would, humble brag. 

“Man, what the fuck does that mean?” Angel turned around now, his face scrunched up in a frown. 

As he turned around his face immediately fell when he saw his big sister standing in the doorway watching everything unfold. 

Rosario let her arm hold her beer and she clapped her hands together sarcastically at the show of events her little brothers just put on. EZ’s head snapped to look at her, his face falling pretty much the same as Angel's. 

“Bra fuckin’ vo. Encore, encore!” Ro pushed off the wall and grabbed her beer as she approached both of them. “It’s refreshing to finally see you make a mistake.” Neither brother knew who she was actually speaking to since her eyes were on the carton of cigarettes that were on the coffee table next to the recliner. As she grabbed one cigarette with the hand that wasn’t holding the beer she stood back up, now between both brothers and let her gaze fall on EZ. 

Angel’s mouth twisted up in the slightest smile when he realized who his sister was talking to. It wasn’t much, but he felt some sense of relief knowing for once he was right over EZ. 

“See!” Angel extended his hand out to show how he knew he was right all along and that their older sister agreed with him. 

“I make mistakes.” EZ frowned, not loving his sister's comments. 

“Clearly.” She huffed out a laugh and made her way over to the front door to make herself comfy on one of the wicker pieces of furniture Felipe and Marisol decorated the porch with. 

The brothers conversation must’ve continued inside for another 15 minutes, Ro heard muffles of their voices from outside choosing to ignore it and put her attention on the scenery around her as she smoked her cigarette. The birds, the sun setting, the cars pulling into driveways. The last one made her wonder. It made her mind go to each person that pulled into their home after working their society accepted jobs. Was it just her life that was this royally fucked up? Or did everyone in this town have something dirty to hide? 

As her mind ran free her ears focused less and less on the conversation inside, it’s why when the front door opened, Ro’s neck snapped to look at who was exiting. EZ was closing the door behind him when he saw his big sister sitting there, he hadn’t thought she would be out here still and his facial expression said it all. 

Looking out into the neighborhood he stood on the top step as he situated his riding gloves on. Despite him not even being in the club yet, he still went out and bought the bike. 30 seconds passed where neither of them said anything, Ro was wishing she still had her cigarette from earlier, give her something to pass the time. 30 seconds wasn’t long but when there was tension flying in the air it could make that time feel like triple that. Rosario wasn’t one to care about that though, her need for cigarettes in these moments was more of a fidgety thing than feeling the weight of what was really happening. 

EZ on the other hand, that was eating him alive. “It’s not a mistake.” 

Ro didn’t move her head to look at him, she just nodded in acceptance of what he said. Her brother was old enough to make his own decisions, he had been for years. EZ nodded once and made his way down the stairs to leave on his bike leaving his eldest sibling alone on the porch for a few more minutes until the middle Reyes sibling came out. 

Angel stepped out onto the porch and looked directly at Rosario before making his way over to her on the seat next to her. His hand reached into his kutte and pulled out his carton of cigarettes she stole from earlier to offer her another. She thanked him, grabbed one and waited for him to pull his lighter out to light it for her. 

“Thanks for that, by the way. It’s nice to have someone finally on my side.” Angel leaned back in his seat and exhaled his own cigarette. 

“Dude, I’ve always had your back.” Her face twisted in disgust practically. 

“What do you mean?” Angel snagged her beer from her and drank the rest of it. 

Rosario shook her head and looked back out on the streets at the birds and the cars. “Since EZ was born, I saw it. How Pops treated him, how mom treated him. I knew he was special, I knew he was smart, but I saw what that did to you, how that made you struggle.” 

“What are you saying, Ro?” Angel asked, still a little slow to what the girl was getting at. 

She let out a chuckle. “I know I don’t take after mom, never did. The whole comfort and caring thing was never my strong suit. But I tried to stand up for you, take your side, be there for you in the way I knew I could.” She inhaled the cigarette, letting her legs move up against her chest as she sunk down a little more in the seat. “And look, I’ll fuckin’ deny I said this if you tell anyone but, I love you and I love EZ, you’re my little brothers, but Pops and Ma were so easy on him and so hard on you that I chose to be what both of you were lacking, what both of you needed. EZ needs someone to be hard on him, make him think twice. And don’t get me wrong, it’s fuckin’ hard when that motherfucker is so smart. But when the opportunities presented themselves, I took it.” 

“I guess, I don’t really remember that.” Angel leaned back too. 

“Of Course you don’t. It’s Angel’s world and we’re all just livin’ in it.” Rosario let out a laugh causing the smoke in her mouth to blow out. 

“You don’t think E made a mistake shooting that cop?” The question out of Angel’s mouth was one he was sitting on since she made the mistake comment to EZ in the house, she could tell by how he asked. 

“I think it was a mistake but it wasn’t refreshing.” She looked over at Angel, clarifying her statement from earlier. “Honestly, I think EZ going after whoever shot mom was a long time comin’, he thought he was right, never really been told he wasn’t. No one was going to stop him even if someone tried to stop him.” 

Angel nodded knowing that last sentence was to relieve him of the guilt of giving him the gun. 

“Ro?” Angel had his thinking face on, his eyebrows frowning and lips pursed out a little as he thought. “You happy?” He looked over at his sister. “You left the minute you could, you come back home every blue fuckin’ moon, I just– we don’t really ever get to talk.”

“You checkin’ in on me, hermanito?” Rosario’s arm moved forward to push him. Angel let out a laugh before pushing his sister's arms away. As she settled back in her seat, she sighed before speaking. “I left because I didn’t know how to be here anymore. I felt this dark cloud above me living here. I have my own with Pops–had my own shit with mom. It got better when I wasn’t here.” 

“You didn’t answer my question.” Angel flicked his cigarette over the porch. 

“I’m alright.” She looked over at him with a fake smile. 

“I’ll take it.” Angel nodded in acceptance. 

There were a few beats of silence, no cigarettes needed, it wasn’t a tense silence, just one of acceptance. The sun started to fade in the distance, the sound of the cicadas getting louder in the distance all while the chill breeze of the night started to sneak past both of them. 

“When does he get his prospect kutte?” Rosario broke the silence with something she knew would shock Angel. 

“How’d you know?” Angel looked over at her. 

“Because I know both of my brothers. EZ, always right, never one to take no for an answer and you, Angel, the one who would do anything for either of your siblings.” Ro looked over at him now and they both stared at each other. “I knew the moment I heard you arguing that you’d end up sponsoring him. It’s not your fault, EZ puts up a good fight, makes good points, plus he’s the younger brother, uses those puppy dog eyes any chance he fuckin’ gets.” 

“You think it’s a mistake?” Angel asked even though he knew the answer. 

“I think everything any of us do in this town is a mistake. But hey, you can’t make the same mistake twice, they say,” Ro stood up from her seat and began walking back over to the front door, “something about the second time you make it, it's a choice!” Her voice got louder as she entered the house letting Angel sit with her last words on his own before she mumbled more under her breath. 

“Or you end up dead before you even get the chance.” 

[myckicade]

I'm glad to see I'm not the only one with a Bishop issue. (A Bishue... I need sleep, so badly...). I think it's time I write another fic, just to get myself feeling better about it.

I always did mean to write a follow-up to Bottom of the Bottle.

[kilojulietsierra]

Claro - Angel x OFC (Mayans MC Fanfiction)

Introduction to a fun little story stuck in my head since I discovered my newest addiction. 

Grown ups only! This will be 18+ in later chapters for series typical reasons. Also, my Spanish is rough so if I type something wrong it’s because I’m a white girl from a place where it snows 8 months out of the year, please forgive me! 

Will also be available on my Ao3 - kilojulietsierra

Chapter One

The bar was busy with the local Friday night crowd, but nothing overly exciting was going on. Just loud music and drinking. Angel looked around, killing time while Coco ran the table, again. Why did he even bother to play pool with this fucking guy? 

While his eyes wandered something interesting finally caught his attention. A woman sitting at a bar table with a small group was looking his way and he had caught her in the act. She didn’t look away immediately, instead held his glance for a second longer before she went back to the conversation she was clearly not really paying attention to. 

He kept looking her way throughout the night, he couldn’t help himself. Sometimes she was mid laugh, sometimes she was staring off into space while a guy across from her talked at her, other times they’d catch each other's eye and she smirk or wink or roll her eyes and look away. Currently he was watching as a barmaid set down a round of matching pink drinks for her table and couldn’t help but chuckle at the obviously fake smile she gave the guy across from her who had obviously ordered the round. 

She sipped, little by little, at the drink, not enjoying herself. It gave Angel an idea.

“Hey I’ma go grab another round.” He leaned his pool stick against the wall and nodded at Coco. 

Did he take the longest way to the bar possible? Yes. Did he let his buzz convince him to add a little extra swagger to his step? Maybe. Did he miss the green eyes that watched him as he passed by a particular table? Absolutely fucking not. He smiled to himself as he leaned at the bar, his back to her and ordered three beers, “Leave the tops on.” With three bottles in hand he retraced his steps, this time locking eyes with the woman as he approached her table. 

With more confidence than necessary he stepped up between her and the blonde haired, blue eyed boy across from her, set down one of the bottles of Dos Equis, popped the top off with the ring on his finger and winked at her. “Para ti.” 

He didn’t  wait for her or anyone else to say anything, just smirked at her and walked away with his remaining two beers.

Only a few strides later he heard someone call out after him. 

“Oye! Chido!” 

He turned, caught a little off guard at the green eyed brunette with the long legs and crooked smirk who had just called out to him. 

She caught his gaze, winked back and thanked him, “Muchas gracias.”

~~~

Chapter Two - Is here! Read now!

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[cregansgf]

there absolutely needs to be more stuff for him out there !!

BOTTLES HEADCANONS !

pairing. bottles x reader

content. sfw, fluff, domestic fluff, minor hurt/comfort, minor possessiveness, established relationship

word count. 0.5k

a/n. this guy is slowly overtaking my brain and i needed to write it down (psst. any bottles enjoyers pls talk to me there needs to be more of us in the world).

With his work at the club, you both find it hard to find time for each other, but somehow Bottles always finds a way. Usually, it’s something small like a movie night at your house or cooking dinner together. It doesn’t matter to him, though, as long as you’re with him it doesn’t matter what you two do.

Speaking of cooking dinner together, Bottles is an exceptionally good cook. He’s lived on his own for a long time, so it initially was out of necessity, but eventually it turned into an actual hobby for him. When he was by himself, he was usually too busy to make anything too elaborate. But when he started dating you, he finally had an excuse to dust off some old family recipes or make some of the more complicated things he’s had in his head for so long.

Bottles’ is a classic romance kind of guy. He’s going to open every door, pay for every meal, and carry every bag if you let him. He’d kiss your hand every time he took you home after a date, which he did try before you stopped him. I picture him as always wanting that kind of relationship when he was younger, always watching old school romance movies and fixating on the endless ways the characters express their love for each other.

You were able to tell he was attracted to you faster than he was. Though, it wasn’t hard to tell. His fidgeting whenever he used to talk to you, the gaze from him you could practically feel whenever you were around the clubhouse. As fun as it was to watch him squirm around you, you decided to make a move a couple weeks in.

Oh, he loves PDA. Whenever you’re walking around Santo Padre together, expect an arm wrapped around your waist the entire time. Or him quickly grabbing your hand after you get off from work.

You have found one of the most sweet and loyal boys out there, but also one of the most insecure. Whenever you’re out together, he’ll never leave your side. It takes a while for him to tell you about his past and how he found the club, but there are always some bad days. Days where he just needs your hands in his hair and his arms around your waist.

He’s pretty quick to jealousy. It’s nothing serious, but if someone gets a little too close to you, you can practically feel the heat radiating off him. Usually, he doesn’t want to make a scene, settling for a hand on your hips or thighs pulling you closer instead. But if he’s drunk enough, he’s absolutely willing to knock a guy out for you.

You were probably met because you were connected to the club in some way or frequent a place Bottles went to regularly. He’s quick to catch a crush, but actually falling for someone needs to be slow and deliberate. Someone he can always look to after a stressful day. Someone that doesn’t expect him to always be Bottles from the clubhouse. He likes that he’s able to have a place he can belong with you. He likes that he’s able to have a place he can belong with you.

[ravennaortiz]

Hello Lovelies and welcome to Ravennas Kitchen where there is always something to drink or sweet to eat when you drop by! 💜

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[ravennaortiz]

The stories below can be read alone but are technically part two to this story here from my Mystery Birthday Bingo. Each ending is different enjoy! As always 18+

Click here for the beginning

Angel

Bishop

Bottles

Chibs

Coco

Creeper

EZ

Gilly

Guero

Halfsack

Happy

Jax

Juice

Kozik

Manny

Opie

Ratboy

Tig

[ravennaortiz]

The guys reaction to accidently hurting you- Mayans version

Angel- He feels awful. He had been playing around fighting EZ with the pool cues in the clubhouse. Bishop had already warned them to chill but they had disregarded him. Now he was holding you close as you cried and blood ran down your face. Shhing you as you yelled at him for being an idiot and if your nose was broken you would break his. Your threats of shocking the stick up his ass and making him your puppet quieted as he tried to kiss you into silence.

Bishop- "Its a small burn, it barely hurts" you tell him again. He hears you but is too lost in his mind. "Its doesn't matter. I should have been more careful. These things kill" continued Bishop as he frantically tossed all his cigarettes and cigars into the trash. "You hate the smell anyway. I should have stopped years ago" he continued before looking around the clubhouse at all the others smoking as if he hadn't almost caught his wife on fire. "Effective immediately no smoking!" he bellowed as he grabbed the fire extinguisher as you shook your head.

Bottles- He had been trying to impress you. You made him nervous and he had no idea how to tell you he liked you. Which is what led him to trying to show you a magic trick. Unfortunately he had messed up when he saw you smiling at him and he had squirted tequila and lemon directly into your eyes instead of into the cup you were holding. He was barely keeping himself from crying as he watched EZ help you flush your eyes out.

Coco- He had just been trying out a different technique in the bed room. He hadn't meant to make you guys into a sex sent me to the er episode. The nurse and doctor certainly had not won him any points when they said going forward more tongue and less teeth would be best. Glancing over at you on the couch with an ice pack on your lady parts he tried again to apologize. "My bad-" . "Tell it to my clit you almost ripped off" you snapped cutting him off . "Alright then" replied Coco with a shrug before moving to the floor between your legs. "Yo my apologies" he said staring diirectly at your crotch.

Creeper- He's worried you will leave him. The whole time its all he can think about as Angel drives you guys to the hospital. He can't even plead his case, he knows he's guilty. Accident or not. He should not be forgiven for harming his woman. "Guess its safe to say I wont be running away from you anytime soon" you manage to croak out as you try not to look at your swollen and wrongly turned ankle. Creeper frowns as Angel hits a bump in the road jolting you. "Careful" he snaps. Angel scoffs and mutters something only you hear making you laugh. "What was that?" demands Creeper. "I said next time you want to be kinky maybe play were wolf coming through the bedroom window and not the damn woods" replied Angel as he sent Creeper a grin.

EZ- He busies himself. Trying to keep his mind off how your broken hand is his fault. You had been on him about how the trailer needed repairs. The door swung shut to fast and the steps were getting rusty. He had agreed and said he would fix them.... he just never seemed to have time between the club, you and his pops. Now though as you sat in an inflatable pool drinking a margarita with your hand in a bright pink cast he had time.

Gilly- He feels so much shame. You always called him your big teddy bear. Told him how much you loved being wrapped in his arms especially when he gave you surprise hugs from the back. He didn't realize you had a knife. The morning had started off like any other in your household. Your daughter was set at the table eating her cereal as you worked on cutting open a pack of bacon. One minute you were struggling to cut through the packaging as your daughter talked about going to the park and the next you were watching blood pour onto your kitchen floor as your daughter screamed and Gilly yelled.

Guero-He is furious with himself. Honestly if he could he would sprout a second him just to beat the shit out of it. He's snappy as everyone tells him it was an accident and to not be so hard on himself. Even your words can't soothe him. He vows never to play around with you again as the little old lady at the grocery store glares at him. "Its not my first black eye" you state as you toss candy bars into the cart. "Barely felt it, like being punched by a sad cloud" you continue as you watch him roll his eyes. "Yeah that why you were crying so much?" he dead panned making you laugh.

Manny-He's silent and methodical as he checks you over. His eyes and brow furrowed in worry as he notes the flinch as his fingers trace over a sore spot on your back. You whine and his heart feels like you stabbed him. He's about to apologize again but you cut him off with a joke. "You know when I said I wanted you to break my back I meant it as a metaphor for sex not for you to literally break my back". Manny closes his eyes as he chuckles quietly. "Guess I gotta be a Doctor Manny now huh mami?". "Only if you give me an injection" you reply tossing him a glance over your shoulder.

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[bullet-prooflove]

@darqchilddaydreamz hes just so perfect, like you know he has your back

Help Wanted - Bottles x Reader

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When your dad gets sick you pull away from him. Bottles isn’t sure if it’s a self defence mechanism, if you need the brain space or what. All he knows is that you aren’t around, and that you stop picking up his calls. When he goes past your house, it’s dark and locked up. It goes on for a few weeks. The two of you have only been together a few months but the idea of you in pain wounds him, your absence in his life cuts deep.

When he does catch up with you it’s at the supermarket of all places. It’s ridiculous how something as normal as buying toilet roll can turn into a twist of fate. He isn’t looking where he’s going when he comes around the corner of an aisle, and he bumps into you literally. He knows it’s you before he even registers your face, the recognition is instinctive at this point, he’s attuned to your presence. He catches the scent of your perfume, sensual and soft with a hint of mandarin.

You look tired, your hair is pulled back into messy bun and looks like it hasn’t been washed for days. Your face is gaunt and there’s dark shadows underneath your eyes. You are far from the vibrant girl he knows and loves, and it kills him.

“Talk to me.” He requests his hand coming to rest upon your arm, his thumb chasing over the hollow of your wrist. “As a friend, as a lover, I don’t care what.”

It’s at a table, in the outdoor seating area of the café next door, that the whole thing comes pouring out of you. Your dad’s been sick for a while, longer than you realised and you don’t have time anything else in your life right now.

It had started with him calling you at odd hours to ask when Family Fortunes was on, something that he had never done before. Bottles remembers these phone calls vividly, because they always seemed to occur around a similar time on a Saturday. Your phone would ring and the two of you would look at the clock and he’d say “It’s your dad” without even looking at the call display.

At first you had thought he was just lonely, your job as an events manager kept you busy especially with the Santo Padre Summer Festival on the cards. Then one day you’d popped over and discovered he’d had a mini stroke. He’d lost movement in his left hand, he could barely hold the remote, his memory was shot to shit, and he was asking where your mother was despite the fact, she had passed away five years earlier. It was soul destroying.

You are one of the strongest people he knows, so when you start to cry it breaks something deep down inside of him. He shifts seats to the one alongside of you and wraps his arms around you because this shit is far too much for one person to bear. He holds you close as you sob into his chest, cradling you close.

He knows a thing or two about being exhausted and overwrought, how it feels like a weight bearing down on you. After his father died of an opioid overdose, his mother hadn’t been able to get out of bed for weeks. His relationship with both of his parents had been fraught, but he had spent that time taking care of her. He made sure she ate, that she had company and little by little he’d helped pull her out of the depression until she had started to function again. He knows that this shit isn’t easy. That between your job and caring for your father you’re wearing yourself down, he can see in your eyes how your struggling to cope.

“Let me help.” He asks you. “Please just let me help you.”

He must catch you in a moment of complete weakness because you agree.

The first time Bottles turns up at your father’s house, the old man thinks he’s one of the in-house nurses that he’s managed to run off. There’s been a couple of them so far and none of stuck around more than a few days. After spending a couple of hours with your father he can see why.

He’s a veteran, he used to be a Captain. People like that hate anyone to seeing them vulnerable, so they lash out. Bottles thinks that’s part of the reason he didn’t tell you about the mini stroke in the first place, he didn’t want to shift this burden onto your shoulders.

Albert or rather Bertie, is not kind with his words but Bottles has lived through worse. He’s entire life has been far from a walk in the park and he’s now a Prospect in the Mayans. Your father is a cake walk compared to that. He isn’t sure how it happened but the three of you slip into a routine. You’ve taken as many days as you can away from work, so Bottles steps in to cover the time you’re away. He cooks for Bertie, he helps bathe him, cleans him up and changes the sheets if he doesn’t make it to the bathroom in time, he does as much of the heavy lifting as he can until Bertie starts to get a little better.

When you come home, he shoots out and deals with club business. At night, he curls up around you in your single bed, holding your close and whispering tender words into your ear until you fall sleep, surrounded by Blink 182 posters and Evanescence playing on the C.D player because he’d forgotten that they’d even existed. He switches it up with a couple of Green Day C.Ds after he’s flicked through your collection.

“There’s no money you know.” Bertie tells him one day when the two of them are in the living room watching Family Fortunes. It takes Bottles a minute to understand what he’s saying. “She doesn’t get much if I die. That’s why you’re here isn’t it?”

“I’m not here for the money.” He informs Bertie as he raises to his feet and collects Bertie’s bowl from the tray set across his lap and places it inside his own. “I’m here for her, to make sure she takes care of herself.”

“I used to take care of her and now she takes care of me, how fucked up is that?” Bertie says in a rare moment of clarity. “I fucking hate it.”

Bottles can understand that. Parents are God in the eyes of children, and this is what happens when you realise that they’re just mere mortals like the rest of you. He knows how jarring this whole experience has been for you, and for Bertie. Confronting your own mortality changes you, he knows, he spent his entire childhood, thinking he was going to die every time he went under the knife because a child with a disability wasn’t good enough for his parents. He sets the bowls down on the floor beside his usual chair before sitting down again.

“I had forty-six surgeries by the time I was eighteen,” He confides to Bertie, pulling up his trouser leg and showing your father his scars embedded deep within the tissue of his leg. “Suffering isn’t new to me, you can’t imagine the shit I’ve gone through, and I can’t imagine the shit you are going through but I know what it’s like to feel like your life isn’t your own, to feel frustrated by your own capabilities.”

 “I don’t want this for her.” Bertie tells Bottles.  “I don’t want her putting her life on hold to take care of me and I don’t want to end up in one of those homes where they feed you gruel and leave you to die alone in a bedroom where the curtains are still drawn because nobody bothered to open them.”

“I hear you.” Bottles says. “It’s fucking depressing.”

“So, what are my options?” Bertie asks him. “I rely on my daughter and her… What even are you?”

Bottles shrugs his shoulders because truthfully the two of you have never really put a label on it.  All he knows is he’s committed to you; he has been since the moment he kissed you on your doorstep.

“The man who loves your daughter.”

“Boyfriend? Partner? The guy who hoses me down when I make a mess of myself?”

Bottles finds himself smiling before he shrugs his shoulders.

“All of the above.”

“I’m serious when I’m asking you what my options are.” Bertie informs him, his gaze straying back to the T.V. “I need to start figuring shit out before I start losing my marbles and the decision is taken away from me.”

“I could find out.” Bottles offers as he leans in close. It feels like the two of them are engaging in a conspiracy, because the both of them know that the idea of putting your father in a home is not something you agree with. “One of the guys in my club, his mom has memory issues. She started to fall down a lot. He managed to get her into this sweet place up by the community centre. She loves it there, she’s made a lot of friends, there’s all these clubs she goes too, they do some pretty cool shit. I could look into it for you?”

Bertie reaches across the space between the two of them, his strong hand grasping Bottles’.

“Could you?” Bertie requests before he tilts his head to the bedroom door where you’re sleeping. “I have a feeling we’re gonna have a fight on our hands.”

"I'll talk to her." Bottles promises the older man. "See if we can't all get on the same page."

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Hello Loves!

Sooooo, I wanted to go ahead and drop this early so that you all can go wild in the ask box lol. This will allow me ample time to get all the delicious stories done for you amazing readers! Alsoooo it allows for each day to have multiple stories. As always 18+! Rules and character list below! Oh! There is 2 boards!

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EZ

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Summary: Bottles is in love with you and he has been working hard to prove that point. A Dark Bottles Story. As always 18+

You swallowed hard as your eyes went from your friends face to the body twitching on the ground. The sounds of the party had long since faded. You felt your stomach churn as you noted the blood dripping off the knife. Had he been holding the knife the whole time? Your heart was pounding and the urge to flee was high but you stood rooted to the ground.

Bottles watch you with the ease of a cat stretching in the sun. He wasn’t overly concerned you had found him with a knife buried in the gut of a guy who had been dancing with you minutes ago. He knew without a doubt he could over power you easily enough. Wouldn’t even break a sweat. He turned back to the man on the ground who was still alive and coughing up blood as his breaths became shallow.

The crunching and snapping of twigs told him you had fled. Laughing as he glanced over his shoulder he noted you were going the wrong way. You had never been one to be good with directions. “Run run as fast as you can” yelled Bottles after your retreating figure before plunging his knife through the eye of the man on the ground. “Shouldn’t have looked at my girl” he growled before wiping the blood off on the guys shirt. Stretching he put the knife away and listened to the sound of you crashing through the woods. Yeah. This will be easy he thought to himself as he started to walk in the direction you were feeing.

You lungs burned as you frantically ran through the woods. Tears still flowing down your cheeks, blinding you even more in the darkened trees. Branches tore at your face, hair and clothing. You stumbled over roots and loose rocks. Your mind full of the images of your best friend standing with a knife in someone. Was he obsessed with you? Your friends had said he was to interested in you but you had dismissed them as just him being protective. He would never hurt you. Right?

“Ahh” you cried out as you felt your foot slip and a sharp pain followed by a pop and intense burning pain going up your leg. You fell to the ground with a thud, your head hitting a rock and your teeth biting into your lip filling your mouth with blood. Even with adrenaline pumping through your veins you couldn’t get up. The pain to intense as you tried to keep quiet and regain some composure. You were dragging yourself across the dirt path when you heard the snap of a branch behind you. A cold shiver went down your spine as you heard Bottles speak.

“Oh no. Babe did you hurt yourself?” cooed Bottles gently as he walked over to you. His eyes filled with worry as he observed you. You were shocked by not only how fast he had caught up to you but also how calm and collected he looked. As if you hadn’t just seen him kill someone. As if this was just a normal night for the two of you.

“Please Bottles” you started as he knelt next to you, his hand almost on your leg. Stopping to meet your gaze as he waited for you to finish. “Please don’t hurt me” you begged ashamed at how weak you sounded and the way your voice cracked.

Bottles tilted his head. Absorbing your words. They hurt him deeply but he knew you didn’t mean too. You were just a tad frightened and hurt, the pain making you say silly things. “I would never hurt you. You are my world” he replied as his hand rested on your injured ankle. “I think though it would be best for you to go to sleep for a bit” he whispered before jabbing you in the side of the thigh with something. You gasped and tried to get up but a jolt from a taser kept you on the ground. “Shhh.” Soothed Bottles as he brushed your hair off your face as you lay crying and trembling on the ground. “Let the medicine take effect”. Once you were out Bottles gently lifted you bridal style and made his way to where he had a van hidden. “Going to get you home now love. Get you cleaned up, patched up and in some clean clothes. You will feel better in the morning.” He murmured as he went.

Few Days Later

You were pushing your food around, eyes on your plate. Bottles sat across from you humming and smiling. Acting as if nothing weird was going on. Like he hadn’t been keeping you here against your will and shit. He kept you chained up and always within his sight. If for some reason he couldn’t watch you like when he was sleeping he put you in the box. The box was terrifying and you screamed and fought every time. It was barely big enough for you and was shaped like a coffin. Bottles had joked it would save him on cost if you acted up to much and pushed him over the edge. When you had started o cry he had been quick to say that would never happen because he loved you too much. So much he would just stuff you if he had to kill you. That way he would have you forever.

“You will understand one day love. I did this all for you. For us. For our children” stated Bottles calmly breaking you from your thoughts. Meeting his eyes you swallowed hard as you nodded. Letting a small smile creep across your face.

 “I know Bottles” you replied. You hated to admit it but a small part of you wanted to give in. Bottles had been so sweet and caring, he had never hurt you like other guys. Would it really be so bad to be with him forever? Make a family?

"Could we get married?" you asked making Bottles raise a brow at you.

"In time love" he replied as he grinned at you. "Your show will be on soon" he stated as he glanced at the clock before turning the ipad on that sat between you both. He smiled as you eagerly clapped as you heard the music play. Your eyes glazing over as the hypnosis took place. This had been a lot of work but the reward would be great.