#ez Reyes x reader

[imagineredwood]

Group HC - The Boys reactions to getting caught stealing your panties 👙

I know. I know. It’s terrible and gross and icky I KNOW 😭😭 but I saw HCs for another shows characters around this idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head and it triggered the memory that this is actually canon for Juice and…yeah. Here we are 🧍🏻‍♀️

He’s not sorry. Or embarrassed. He loves you, loves everything about you. He thinks you’re the best thing since sliced bread. He worships you and the ground beneath your feet. So why wouldn’t he steal your panties? They’re yours, and they rest against his most favorite part of you all day 🤷🏻‍♀️ He won’t apologize, not even when your face heats up and you cover it with both hands. On the contrary, he probably makes a show of taking one out of the secret pile and sniffing it. He’s nasty, and he knows regardless of how you feel about it, you know he does it out of love and devotion. So he’s ok with it. And he’s not gonna stop.

He’s ashamed. He knew he shouldn’t have done it. Felt weird and invasive, but he couldn’t help it. He just loves you so much, and he gets lonely when you’re apart, and it smells like you. What else was he supposed to do? He would never cheat, would never even dream of it. But the stress of the club gets to him, especially the more complicated things get, he just needs comfort and relief, and when he saw them laying there in the hamper, he snagged it without thinking. Then he couldn’t stop, even when he knew he should. Even goes as far as offering to take apart the washer saying that maybe the machine is eating them 👀 He apologizes, cheeks tinted red, eyes downcast and hopes you don’t hold it against him. He’ll ask before he takes them next time, scouts honor.

Like Angel, he’s not embarrassed. He just shrugs, telling you that you’re his girl and your pussy is his, so why can’t he just take them? 🙄 He buys you new pairs every now and then anyway. So he wants to smell you randomly throughout the day, whats the harm in that? He just misses you. And likes to look at the pair and reminisce about times he’s taken them off of you. Is that a crime? He even reaches into his kutte and pulls out the pair that he’s kept on him today to show that it’s no big deal, and they’re the ones from yesterday, you recognize.

He’s bashful, arguably, but not necessarily embarrassed. It’s more about getting caught than it is the actual act. Like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. He’s not sorry for taking them, he’s just sorry that it’s kinda awkward for you to find the stash. He laughs awkwardly, shrugging it off or trying to anyway. Explains that he just rarely gets time to himself, so he is uses them when he’s alone in Templo to get his mind right. That your scent calms him and helps his focus. He didn’t think you’d mind too much, he just also never expected you to find out.

He's not sorry in the slightest and he makes sure you know it too. He bought every pair anyway, what's the issue? He could buy you 30 pairs by lunch 🙄 He wasn't up from about it, no, but he also didn't necessarily hide it. It just wasn't entirely in the open. You're respectful and don't go through his stuff in his office so how would you have known he had an entire drawer of his desk with them all collected in there? You'll get over it, a few new lingerie sets will make sure of that.

The OG of panty stealing and sniffing himself. It’s canon after all. He just can’t help himself. You’re his moon and stars and he just can’t get enough of you. Even when you’re perched in his lap, cockwarming him, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, it’s not enough. He needs to be in your skin. But he can’t. So stealing your panties is the next best thing. It’s a compulsion he can’t fight. God knows he’s tried. And he tells you as much. Lists all of the things he did first to try and not have to submit to that desire. But in the end it didn’t matter. He just needs to have your most intimate article with him at all times. Keeps He doesn’t want you to think he’s a freak but he also just need you to know how much he absolutely loves, adores, and worships you. He’ll even hand over the pair in his pocket if you ask him to.

He's nonchalant about it. It's just panties. You have a bunch more. Not like you were gonna miss them or something. He just loves you and likes to have something of yours that he can keep nearby when he misses you. One in his pocket, one in the sale bag of his bike tucked away hidden. His stash is dispersed, not because he was necessarily hiding them, but because there's one each place that will serve a purpose.

Also not embarrassed. Hits you with that famous smirk, his shoulders shrugging as you stare at him waiting for an answer. "Just miss you sometimes, Darlin'. Just somethin' to get me by." Like it's perfectly normal. He left you your favorite pairs after all. He only takes the ones you're not the biggest fan of, so you wouldn't notice as quickly. It's not a big deal, he can give them back. Sometimes he just needs to sit in the chapel with them over his face while he strokes himself before Church so he can make sure he has a level head before this important vote.

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[volvaofowls]

Mayans crushing on/ being infatuated with a younger reader

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

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

Bishop – 49  

Taza – 62  

Tranq – 44  

Riz – 37  

Creeper – 41  

Gilly – 36  

Coco – 34  

Angel – 30  

Ez – 26 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[juicesgf]

You Belong to Me. - Angel Reyes

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

And fuck did he hate it.

💋💋💋💋💋💋

His hands never left my waist as we “danced”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mm your brother seems to like it”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-hails🧸

[bullet-prooflove]

Heyyy could you do 25. Intertwine in a car's dirty backseat, Stare at a drive-in screen with ez?

Tagging: @kmc1989 @infinity-mars @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie @est1887

Community Living Universe:

Counting Stars - EZ thinks about you all of the time.

Give Me A Chance (Feat Riz) - EZ asks you to give him a chance.

Trust Me I Know - EZ and you share a moment.

Walk Me Home - EZ walks you home.

Reputation - EZ tells you about his reputation.

Promise Me (NSFW) - EZ asks you to make him a promise.

The Water Tower - EZ tells you a secret.

A Study in Love (NSFW) - EZ is a dedicated student.

Back To The Wall - You make a change that surpises EZ.

Rumours - Someone's been spreading rumours about EZ's fidelity.

Pound of Flesh - EZ realises the situation with your debt has taken a violent turn.

"you have my life in your hands" - EZ pays off your debt.

Drinking Tonight - EZ reflects on his decision.

Partners - You and EZ come up with a solution to your problem.

Polaroid (NSFW) - EZ discovers the polaroids you left him in his book.

It’s in the backseat of your car that EZ ruins you. It’s date night and the two of you are at the drive-in theatre, parked in the final row, fucking to the sounds of Top Gun as it emits from the speaker on the dashboard.

“Dios, I missed you.” He whispers against your skin as his palms grip your ass holding you in place as he ruts up into you. “A week is too long to go without this pussy.”

Your hands grasp the leather of his kutte, bunching it in your fists as he hits that sweet spot, the one that makes you tighten around dick.

“Mi Tesoro, you’re coming for me already?” He says, that sinful smile creeping across his handsome features as he looks into your eyes. “Am I that good or did you miss me that much?”

You don’t get to answer because the rapture, it claims you. Your synapses explode with ecstasy, your hips arching up to meet his as you grip his cock so fucking hard that he sees stars. His mouth covers yours, drinking down your pleasure as he spills his release inside you.

His kisses become languid, messy, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek as he stays there buried deep, your thighs locked around his hips.

“I missed you.” You tell him, your palms sipping underneathe the hem of his shirt chasing over his bare skin. “I missed you that much.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[ravennaortiz]

Summary: Protective dad mode is switched on for EZ at the local grocery story when an old lady oversteps. As always my stories are 18+.

Ez was all smiles as he situated his baby girl in the grocery cart. He had practically had to pry her out of your hands demanding you take a well deserved break. Get a shower and nap in while he took the baby out for a bit. They had already made their rounds at the clubhouse, his pops butcher shop and the local park.

"Alright little one. Lets get some groceries to make mommy a well deserved home cooked meal." stated Ez as he pushed the cart looking down at his little girls big brown eyes and little smile as she cooed at him and waved her little hands around. "Get her some flowers that are just as beautiful as her you say? Why I think that is an excellent idea" continued Ez as he stopped in the floral aisle.

Keeping his hand on the cart he turned slightly to look over the arrangements. Finding a bouquet of your favorite Transvaal Daises he was turning to put them in the cart when he heard a voice behind him.

"Oh isn't she just adorable" cooed an older woman as she caressed the babies cheeks. Ez clenched his jaw but kept his voice calm as he spoke. "Thank you. Please don't touch my baby" he stated as he moved himself between the woman and his cart. "No need to be rude" grumbled the woman as she sent him a glare. "No need to touch a strangers baby wither but you did" retorted Ez more aggressive now as he moved to push the cart away to continue his shopping.

"Well I never" exclaimed the woman as she clutched at her nonexistent pearls. "Now you have mam. Have a day" replied Ez shooting her a smile. "I bet you stole this child" exclaimed the woman as she made a grab for the cart as she started screeching for help. "The hell is the matter with you" demanded Ez as he grabbed the woman's wrist and yanked her off the cart and let her drop to the ground as store employees arrived.

3 Hours later

"Sorry I'm late" called Ez as you opened the door to him with a shake of your head. "Don't worry. Coco called and explained you got yourself into a scuffle with a little old lady. Barely survived the attack. He thought you might bleed out on the way to the hospital" you joked recounting the story your Older brother had told you when he appeared at your door with your daughter and no Ez in sight. Ez rolled his eyes as he kissed your cheek. "Pretty much what happened" he stated as he carried the take out bags in with him. No one messes with our daughter when poppa bear is around".

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[saturnville]

I have to be that person for a second. I have released 5-6 fics in the last two weeks. why? because I fed off the love and interaction I was given. when you take the time to appreciate and interact with writers AND their content, they're more enticed and more motivitated to produce more content. so as you prepare to ask a creator to feed you more content, ask yourself if you're taking the time to REBLOG, like, and comment on their work.

thanks again for your guys' support. it pulled me out of a writing slump <3

[kikijackson-blog]

Riling Up the Dogs

Readers 18+ Only!

Warnings: This one's a little tame but there is some crude language and a wee bit of teasing.

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Four pairs of ravenous brown eyes were unabashedly fixated on you. Impishly smiling to yourself while slowly gathering the contents of your purse. You can feel the heat of their gazes on the curve of your backside just as you could hear them faintly muttering under their breathes.

“Mmmm, that’s nice right there.” Creeper said while shifting in his seat.

“I swear she does this on purpose just to fuck with us.” Angel hissed.

“It’s alright right.” Coco countered as if it had no impact on him. Flippantly taking a drag from his cigarette.

“Alright?” Ez questioned. “Just alright?”

“Yeah I seen better.” He shrugged. He stared down at his cigarette as if he were examining it.

EZ incredulously looking over at his crazy ass friend and smiles briefly at him before turning his attention back to you. “Try saying that again when you’re not salivating.”

“Yeah, that ain’t nothing bro, you know that Lola girl at the strip club, you know the one that come out on stage dancing around with that big ole lollipop, rubbin’ it on her gatita. Now that’s a nice ass.”

“Boy you know you ain’t seen no ass finer than that one right there.” Angel gestures over to the spot where you are on the floor on all fours fumbling with your bag.

With a satisfied smirk upon your face, you tell yourself, ‘It ain’t your fault these men can’t control their little wandering eyes.’ All you’re doing is picking up the items in your bag that had fallen onto the ground. Of course, they had a little help ending up there when you accidentally dropped your bag.

As you bask in your triumph you hear footsteps coming toward you. You stuff your compact mirror into your purse quickly and in your periphery, you see dirty old boots to the right of you. A hand is outstretched to you offering you help back up, you graciously accept it.

“Well, it's nice to know there are still some gentlemen left in this world.” You say loud enough for the four gawkers to hear. They immediately clear their throats and awkwardly shift their gazes making their blatant visual appreciation of your voluptuous curves all the more apparent. Coco just straight up jumped out of his seat and bolted out the door as if a bullet had just blasted right passed him.

You don’t even try to hide your smile.

“Be careful.” The man standing next to you warns. “Stop riling up my boys.” The deep voice says.

You give your best shocked pikachu face you could channel and were about to innocently explain to Bishop that you had no idea what he was talking about when he cut you off with a quick gesture of his hand, one you’d seen him do to the guys many times before when he’s done with bullshit.

“You keep presenting a starving wild dog with a nice juicy steak, eventually he’s going to take a bite. Whatcha gonna do when all four of them wanna bite?”

His words lingered in the air even as he walked away and left you alone to reevaluate your decisions. The tone in his voice was cautionary, unnerving…

You could feel the heat of their stares again, you survey the room and see them all watching you this time no looking away, no feigning, just sheer unbridled desire.

They hadn’t heard what Bishop had told you, but they didn’t need to. They could read your face, your expressions, your body language. They knew you’d been warned, and now pure raw unabashed need marred their faces, even Coco who had walked back inside was now standing by the door leaned up against the wall. His was the rawest stare of them all.

“...keep presenting a starving wild dog with a juicy steak…”

They wanted to take a bite out of you and the thought of all four them devouring you at once was terrifying and sinfully delicious.

Cigarette in his mouth, you slowly fix your eyes on Coco’s, there was a reason why you’ve always minimized eye contact with him or avoided it all together. For you it was something about a man who hides what he feels deeply underneath layers upon layers of bricks, cement, stone and for extra measure titanium, he’s hard to read, you can only guess most times with no certainty, on the rare occasion when drops his walls and allows his feelings or desires to show, its soul shattering.

For him it was months of you refusing to look directly at him. Looking on others, Gilly, Creeper, Bishop, whoever, so easily but denying him, not wanting to glimpse into his eyes for even just one second. But now in this one moment you were looking into his eyes for the first time, and he was going to fucking make you see him.

He shifted his stance like a tiger about to pounce on his prey. Oh, he was ready to take a bite, a big one and no one and nothing was going to stop him. He tossed his half-finished cigarette to with no regard to the floor and stalked to you with a sense of urgency. And you could do nothing but stand there like a deer in headlights. Yeah, this predator was about to take you down and once he did the rest of the pack won’t hesitate to join the feast.

Before you could say anything, he pulled you into him, grabbed your face with both of his deadly hands and kissed you hard.

Creeper and Angel nodded their heads in unison, wearing matching smirks. EZ was following Coco’s hands with his eyes as they reached down to squeeze that nice tight ass that had been the bane of their existence ever since they had the misfortune of meeting you.

“Look at me.” You felt as much as heard years of untapped raw emotion coming through in Coco’s voice. Restrained emotion. You were mesmerized by it, so consumed, so lost in it that you forgot to follow instructions.

A hard slap on the ass from him snapped you out of your little Coco hypnosis.

“I said fucking look at me.” Instantly your head shot up it was as if your body was incapable of disobeying this man. You locked eyes with the deepest, scariest, most passionate brown eyes you’ve ever seen.

“See me.” He whispered so softly that it could have been easily missed but you heard it clear. You nodded and leaned into him, ready to let him take you over, to invade your mind, body and soul be damned, you knew exactly what would happen the moment he’d walked back into the clubhouse. You snaked your arms around his neck kissing him deeply, holding on to him like you were about to fall down into a bottomless pit and his was your only salvation. The only thing you had to hold onto, your only lifeline. You wrapped your leg around his waist, and he backed you up to a table and set you on it.

The other guys were enjoying the show but instantly they saw it for what it was. The way Coco had kissed you, how he’d grabbed you, how you’d kissed him back, how he’d just claimed you in front of all. One by one they each got up and left the room. This wasn’t a four-man job.

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More Coco? Yes, Please!

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Your Biker in Worn Leather

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader

Category: Angst/Comfort

Word count: 353

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

Warnings: Mentions of cuts, scratches, and bruises

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

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

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

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

General Taglist: @kmc1989

EZ Reyes Taglist: @zaenight

[hennyjwrites]

Imagine making bet over your man Ez Reyes

“Mamacita I’m telling you Ez isn’t like that with any other woman except you.” Angel told you, chugging his beer. Coco agreed with him. You took a peek at your boyfriend Ezekiel who was behind the bar talking to Leticia. Angel put his beer down on the table and looked at you. “I’ve seen whores crawl out of here after fucking with my brother.”

You scoffed not truly believing it. “Ezekiel is a teddy bear, just with a gun and tattoos and you can’t make me think any different Angel, he’s not rough in any aspect, he’s the perfect gentleman.” You grumbled while taking a sip of your drink.

Coco smirked and leaned forward. “How much are you willing to bet on that?” Angel smirked, leaning forward too. “There’s a party here tonight. Let’s see how long boyscout can keep up that whole gentleman act if you piss him off good enough.”

You thought about it for a second before reaching into your bag. You pulled out a 100 dollar bill showing the boys. “100 dollars, says Ez will still be my teddy bear, no matter what I do tonight.” The two men agreed with the bet pulling out 100 dollar bills as well.

-

When you came back to the clubhouse you already knew what your plan was going to be. The dress you had on was already pushing it. Ez has told you this dress was only to be worn when you were with him. The clubhouse was crowded as you pushed your way through to the bar. Men were staring and whistling as you shoved past them.

Angel whistled as you sat down next to him at the bar. Ez was serving someone so you turned to him. “Damn! You really trying to send my brother back to jail tonight?” He joked. Coco slid next to him with a girl under his arm. “Boy Scout!” He yelled grabbing Ez’s attention. Ez looked over at him irritated. “Look at your girl, her ass is practically falling out!” You snapped your head towards him and a laughing Angel.

Ez took a look at you and what you had on and his smile dropped instantly. He kept his cool as he walked towards you. “Hey baby!” You smiled as you acted like you didn’t know what you were doing. Ez used his two fingers to beckon you around the bar table. “Cmere.” He told you gently. When you stood and walked over Ez got the clearest look over your ass. It bounced with every step you took towards him. Angel and Coco snickered at his facial expressions.

When you got in front of Ez you didn’t expect him to pull you by your arm into his chest. He held your arm between you both as your eyes widened. “What I tell you about wearing this shit?” He whispered in your face. You looked around and saw the only two looking at you both were Coco and Angel with big smirks on their faces. Ez grabbed your chin bringing your face back towards him. “I'm talking to you querida. Why’re you wearing this?”

You bit your lip shrugging your shoulders. “I wanted to look nice for you Ezekiel, I didn’t think you’d mind.” You whispered, leaning up and kissing his lips. Ez melted into your kiss, the little anger he had was leaving his body slowly. You smiled into the kiss, knowing you still had the rest of the night to piss him off.

When you pulled back ez looked over your body. “Sit down, you're staying near me for the night.” He looked you over and scoffed. You pouted and stomped your way over to a seat. You sat next to Coco and angel.

“Aww your teddy bear put you on punishment?” Coco teased.

“Fuck you Coco.”

Angel grabbed a beer and looked at you. “Not too late to call off the bet.” He smirked and put on an innocent face. “Just add an extra 100 and we’ll call it off.”

You scoffed and looked over at Ez who wasn’t paying you any attention but still had a smile on his face. “You’re outta your mind Reyes. I’m going to win.” Both men looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. They both stood up. “Have fun sitting here for the night.” Angel teased. They walked away, leaving you there.

-

When Ez said you weren’t allowed to move he meant it. Every time you tried to get up he would grab your arm and yank you back to your seat. You were on your third drink gently swirling the straw around the top. You looked back to see a guy was staring at you. When you caught his eye, he motioned you over. You smiled knowing that this could get ez to blow his top.

You turned and went to stand but Ez quickly caught your arm. “Sit your ass down Y/N, I wasn’t playing.” He gritted.

“I’m just going to the bathroom Ezekiel, I’ll come right back.” You lied. He looked you over for a second before letting you go. “Come back quickly, love.”

You stood up and made your way through the crowd towards the guy. He was exceptionally good looking but looked nothing like ez. You stopped when you got in front of him. “Wanna dance?” He asked, leaning down to whisper in your ear. You noticed that some of the clubhouse members were looking in your direction. You brought your attention back to the guy and nodded your head. “Yea Cmon.”

You brought him closer to the middle of the dance floor, and started to show out. You had your ass facing towards him as your hips moved to the music. He helped you move against him as he placed his hands on your hips. You didn’t even notice that angel and coco had made their way to the bar where your man was.

-

“Where’s your woman, little brother?” Angel asks with a smirk on his face.

“Bathroom.” Ez said, picking up another drink glass.

“Nah she ain’t boyscout.” Coc said, nudging his head towards you. Ez followed his direction and his whole demeanor changed. The guy had his face in your neck as he held you close against him, while you moved your hips seductively. “What the fuck?” He whispered, squeezing the glass in his hands. The glass broke as he watched the guy land a kiss on your neck. Ez practically flew from around the bar, and bolted in your direction. Coco and Angel smiled knowing the money was theirs.

-

You didn’t even realize what you were doing right now. You were still dancing with guys as multiple people stared at you both. They knew you were Ezekiel's girlfriend and they couldn’t believe you had the balls to do this in front of everyone.

You were suddenly pulled out of your trance when you were yanked into someone’s chest. You gasped slightly when the same hand was brought to your throat. You looked up and your breath hitched when you saw it was ez and how angry he looked.

“What’re you doing?” He hissed, holding you in place. Saying he was mad would be an understatement. He was pissed. His face had a slight red tint. You didn’t know what to say to him as your mouth remained open. “You don’t have a voice now?” He asked.

The guy you were dancing with suddenly intervened. “Hey man, you can’t do that, I had her first!” Ez didn’t even give another chance to say anything as he ignored him. He kept his eyes on your scared features. Everyone around you both were looking at you even though most were still dancing and having fun

“You think I’m joking right? I let your ass get up and you come over here being a hoe?”he chuckled as you kept silent. “Fine. You don’t wanna talk, I got something for you querida.”

Ez started to drag you towards the bathroom with his hand still in your throat. The guy you were dancing with grabbed your arm. “Hey man, where's your problem?” Ez let you go for a second and punched the guy. He fell out instantly as he was practically sleeping. You gasped as ez grabbed you again, yanking you into the bathroom.

“Ezekiel.” You whispered as he locked the door behind him and started to stalk towards you. “Baby I’m sorry.” Your words fell upon deaf ears as he pushed you over the sink.

“You remember how silent you were a few seconds ago?” He asked, looking at you through the mirror. “Yea stay that way.” He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the ground. He reached under and rubbed your clit slightly, making sure you were wet enough. He grabbed ahold of himself, pushing just the tip into you. He watched as your head dropped, before he grabbed your hair and yanked you back up. “What did I tell you when we first got together?” He asked.

As soon as your mouth opened to speak, he shoved his entire length into you, making you cry out. He didn’t stop there, but instead moved harshly. “I can’t hear you querida.” He told you, slapping your ass. When you still didn’t reply to his question but moaned instead, he brought his hand around your neck, gripping it and pulling you back. “Answer me, I’m not playing with you.” He still kept the same pace as you struggled to answer.

“You told m-me, oh my god!” You moaned out as he hit your spot. “Finish what you were saying.” Ez told you. You mustered your strength to reply. “You told me, y-you dont s-share what’s your Ezekiel!” You cried out as he moved and brought a hand down to your, clit rubbing in fast circles to get you there quicker.

“So why did I see my woman, acting like a little slut, with someone else other than me?” He growled. Your legs shook as the coil in your stomach snapped and you came around him. “I’m sorry ez!” You moaned out quietly. Your legs gave out and buckled underneath you but Ez quickly flipped you around and propped you in the sink. He wasted no time sliding back into you, making your back arch, “Oh you're definitely going to be sorry.”

-

Ez walked out of the bathroom with you leaning onto him. The mobility in your legs were gone. Multiple people locked eyes with you but quickly moved them. Ez guided you out of the party with a smirk on his face. You heard the guys hoot and holler , cheering on ez as you left. He walked you into his trailer.

“Lay down sweetheart, I’ll be back in a while.” He whispered with a smile like he didn’t just fuck the life out of you. He was back to being your little teddy bear. You laid down and closed your eyes as you heard the door shut behind him. As you were heading to sleep, your phone went off.

Nut jobs: We win the bet😂

[ficnation]

Lying in Blood - EZ Reyes x Reader

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

Word count: 2,6k+

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

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

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

Main Masterlist

Mayans MC Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, EZ.”

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

“Hi.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Have you heard anything from Neron?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nods in agreement. “For Neron.”

Such a beautiful betrayal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When it finally hits you, you gasp trembly.

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[your-space-brain]

The Space Between

Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes x Reader - One Shot

Gif does not belong to me.

Moved from @spacedbrainnn

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, EZ.”

“How are you doing out there?”

“It’s lonely.”

“…I know.”

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

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

“Do I ever?”

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

“You need to. It’s my money.”

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

“I’m good, miel, I’m good.”

“There’s money on your books?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Did they—”

“Reyes.”

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

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

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

— end —

[imagineredwood]

Yandere ask - Most likely Mayans to use overstimulation to force their girl into staying home because she's too worn out to go out

Angel, EZ, Coco, Manny and of course Miguel (wasn't sure if you meant only Mayans or the show in general)

EZ does it in a more discrete way, making it seem like he just so happened to overstimulate you enough to where you're sleepy and limp. Cooing at you, "I'm sorry baby. Didn't realize I made you come that many times." Offers up major aftercare and naps to take up more of your time so you don't even have the time to go out with the girls anymore. Would deny it if you ever asked.

Angel is open about it. "Look at the poor baby. Can barely keep her eyes open. Those legs are wide open though, huh? Clit too sensitive, don't want anything touching? Is that it? Guess you can't go out like you planned. I'm sure they'll understand." He planned it out and doesn't care if you know it. Takes his time cleaning you up and cuddling you.

Coco is cruel with it. He'll tell you even before he starts why he's doing it. "Going out? No. I don't think so. I think you'll stay here with me." Doesn't hesitate to tie you or restrain you in some way to make sure you take it all.

Miguel may even take it a step further, vibrator on your clit until your vision goes out and he has to gently smack your cheek to bring you back to, just to then motion to the door. "Go ahead. Go out with the girls. Let's see if you can even stand." And he's plenty cocky when you barely can, that evil smirk plastered on his face as he sucks his teeth at you. "Looks like you'll have to reschedule."

Manny will take no blame at all and place it all on you, chuckling at you when you whine. "Me?? What does it have to do with me? It's your body. I just wanted a taste before you left. I never said you couldn't go. You can get up and get ready right now. I won't stop you." Knowing damn well neither your brain nor your legs can function well enough for you to go anywhere.

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[bumblesimagines]

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

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

- EZ Reyes

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

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

pronouns: they/them, gender neutral

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[juicesgf]

Bad Idea {E.R}

Warnings: slight smut?! shitty Ez and shitting writing. Cheating (don’t)

bff reader x bff ez

“Fuck.” Ez muttered when his phone started ringing. He kept his pace hearing Y/n let out a moan reaching for his phone. When he looked at the name on his screen he immediately stopped his movements.

“What the fuck?” Y/n mumbled earning a look from him.

He answered the phone his tone completely changing “Hey”

Y/n could hear a girl on the other end asking him if he was busy. “No.” He replied resulting in the girl asking him to come over. He immediately agreed hanging up.

He looked down at Y/n for a moment before he pulled out of her muttering a small “Club needs me.” And quickly putting on his clothes and leaving.

She watched the door slam behind him waiting to hear the sound of his bike roaring to life before letting her tears fall.

“I should have known this was a bad idea.”

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

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Hitting the Naughty Pictures Bingo Square

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

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

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

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

Happy Valentine’s Day Ezekiel x

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October 5th is EZ with the prompt: I don't get why your mad. Because you said you would kill me. As always 18+

EZ stood dazed and confused as he watched you pack. His fingers nervously turning his phone over in his hands. Maybe he should text or call Angel. Surely his brother might be able to help him out. Hell he had no idea what he needed help with exactly. All he knew was the romantic dinner and hayride had went to hell in spectacular fashion.

One minute you two had been sneaking quick pecks as you two tickled each other with pieces of straw. Being tossed side to side with each bump of the wagon as it made its way through the field and woods. The only light being that of the jack o lanterns that dotted the area and the moon overhead. The next he had been chasing after you as you ran through the parking lot. Your face soaked with tears and makeup.

“Ba” started EZ as he reached out to touch you.

“Don’t touch me!” you snapped as tears continued to stream down your face. You shoved past him bags in hand but he blocked your path.

“I do not get why you are mad. Please talk to me. Tell me what I did” begged EZ as he dropped to the ground in front of you. He watched as your lower lip trembled and you sniffled as you looked down at him. Your eyes red rimmed, swollen and shiny from the tears that had spilled.

“I’m not mad. I’m hurt and upset because you said you would kill me” you whispered as new tears slid down your cheeks. EZ scrunched his face as he tried to remember when he had said that.

“Do you mean when we were talking about how we would handle a zombie outbreak?” inquired EZ as his mind registered that conversation. You two loved watching zombie movies and shows. The shitteier ones like Zoombies never failed to make the two of you laugh and shake your heads. Others like twenty-eight days later led you two to more “serious” chats on the matter.

“Yeah….you said you would kill me if I turned. You were so quick.” You sniffled as you looked away from him. “You wouldn’t even try and keep me caged up or like remove my teeth and shit”.

EZ chuckled slightly before catching a glare from you. “I’m sorry. I did not mean to hurt you.” Stated EZ as he stood up and took your bags from you. “Come here” he stated as he led you to the bed and pulled you down on his lap.

“I only said it because I don’t want you to suffer. Not because I would love you any less if you were a zombie. I will always love you. You are my zombie fighting partner for life.” Stated EZ as he kissed your forehead as he rubbed your back.

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