#mayans imagines

[ravennaortiz]

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.

[mysticalmallard]

Hey baby girl,

May I request a little fiction with another Mayan? (Just don’t tell Angel)

I’d love to have one with Manny, suggestive and the words sultry, love and purple.

Thank you sweetness 🖤

Thanks for the request lovely!

I didn't include Manny on my list of characters but for you I've made an exception 💜

~🦆

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Manny was looking at you, and in that moment, his eyes held a deep, possessive gaze. He was admiring the way the bedroom light reflected off your skin, highlighting the curves of your form.

He noticed a small, but not insignificant, bruise on your collarbone. It was a purple mark, a remnant left behind by past passion. As his gaze lingered on it, his desire for you intensified.

Just then, his eyes darkened with a sultry, almost forbidden wanting for you.

He leaned forward to caress your collarbone where the mark was, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his gaze. He gently ran his thumb across the light bruise, as if trying to soothe it while also claiming it as his own. A mix of possessiveness and protectiveness in the lightness of his touch.

He then leaned closer to you, his fingers tracing a path from your collarbone to your cheek, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His voice was low and husky with need, a soft whisper filled with devotion.

"¿Te amo, cariño..."

[cregansgf]

They don’t deserve you. {C.V}

This is heavily inspired by Billies song ‘Everything I wanted’

Some of the lyrics fit Creeper’s character so well in my opinion.

Warnings: none just fluff, slight angst?!

“They played it off as a joke.”

The sentence that broke Y/n’s heart in two. She sat there for a moment looking over at Creeper who was lying on the bottom of her bed staring up at the ceiling. They had been opening up too each other, feeling safe with one another.

When she had asked about his bullet wounds, he had explained and she felt horrible but him basically telling her his club didn’t care although he cared for them so fucking much hurt her.

She sat up from her spot before moving to the bottom of the bed so she could sit beside him. She looked down at him before cupping his face. “They don’t deserve you.” She murmured as a tear she didn’t know was forming fell down her cheek.

How could anyone take someone so kind for granted? Sure, Creepers done some messed up things but he’s still a person. He’s such a kind hearted soul, how could they take his pain and make it into a joke? How could they not care when he’d do anything for them?

He moved his hand so his thumb was wiping away another stray tear that fell down her cheek. “I don’t deserve you.” He admitted

“No. Don’t say that. Creeper you deserve the world, Fuck. If i could give it to you I would.” She rambled before he cut her off

“Y/n.” He paused for a moment “You don’t have to say this stuff just because I ranted to you.. I wasn’t trying to make you feel that way.”

“I’m not just saying it, Creep. I mean it. Don’t ever doubt yourself with me..I need you.” She watched the smile form on his face as he took in her words, watching the light come back in his eyes made her speak up again. “As long as I’m here no one can hurt you.” She murmured.

[cositapreciosa]

Serve, love & protect

Bodyguard!Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x reader, the usual for the show, 1584 words

a/n : bodyguard au cause we love them tropes

Tagging my Gilly people @narcolini @drabbles-mc <3

‘’ You lied to me. ‘’

‘’ I did. ‘’

‘’ Are you even dating me or is this all a big joke too? ‘’

He sighs, and suddenly the big SUV feels too small for the both of them. The cracked glass across the windshield makes it hard to see, the busted window in the back letting the wind whistle between his ears.

‘’ I… ‘’

His tongue rolls in his mouth, he doesn’t know what to say. On one side, he shouldn’t tell you, admit that he likes you, not when your dad had been clear about that in the contract. All means necessary, don’t fall in love. On the other, how couldn’t he, when you had been so kind, so charming since the beginning, why wouldn’t he want to date you?

‘’ Don’t. ‘’ You answer back, sinking into your seat. ‘’ I don’t want to know. ‘’

He had done lots of business with your dad before, a strong man with piercing eyes, sharp suits. That is where the offer came from, between gun trades and small talk. Got a babysitting job for you, Gilly, easy work, easy cash. More like a bodyguard job, a dumbass bodyguard job with actual danger, guns and wounds. Your dad had told him you wouldn’t be easily convinced, that to ensure your safety he would have to be less traditional, less leather and handgun, more friend, even closer if needed. And he did, even if he knew it wasn’t part of the plan, letting you run your fingers through his beard, sharing the same side of the bed, he just couldn’t say no.

‘’ Listen, baby, I- ‘’

‘’ Don’t- oh my god, Gilly what the fuck is wrong with you?! ‘’

Your hands are tight, gripping the door handle as he takes a sharp left. You turn to face him.

‘’ Stop it, it’s over! Don’t ‘baby’ me, don’t… ‘’ you gesticulate around, hands flying, ‘’ Just stop. ‘’

You raise your palms to your eyes, pressing, muttering things he can’t understand. He can sense your distress, he knows you now, better than anyone, more than your father would like him to probably. It has been months since you two had been together now, good months, the best ones for him this year. It was an easy job at first too, simply because you never were a primary target, just one that they would try to hit if deals went wrong. Being the child of a gun lord usually came with a fair share of barrels pointing back, and, from what he had seen from you when bullets eventually started flying, staying low and away from the windows, this whole routine was old news to you.

‘’ Please don’t be mad, I can explain. ‘’ He tries again.

You scoff, and he watches as you squint your eyes at him. It makes him feel small in his seat.

‘’ I don’t think you can, Gilly. Save your breath. ‘’

The car is colder now that the sun has gone down and he watches the wind wrap around your hair, lets the breeze bring goosebumps to his arms. He knows the two of you are too exposed, in this beat-up car, bullet holes on each side. It pains him that he knows the only place you will truly be safe is at your dad’s house, and he has to bring you there, not the club, not his house, not anywhere else. Drop you off, collect his hazard pay and leave. Leave you and hope you will answer his texts, even if he something tells him you probably won't.

He takes a left turn, fast, into a poorly lit backstreet, almost propelling you against your window side. The breaks get pressed just as fast, and you have to brace yourself with your hands on the dash.

‘’ Have you gone mad?! Did they hit you on the head or something?! ‘’

Gilly turns off the car and pivotes to you, bringing his arm up to wrap the back of your seat, caging you in.

‘’ I can explain. ‘’ Let me, please.

He is observing you, the frown between your brows, the anger in your eyes, the dried blood on the side of your face. It is superficial, really, barely a scratch, but he has to hold himself back from reaching out, move your chin to the side so he can get a better look. He breathes your name as the overhead lights dim out, leaving the two of you in the dark, pleading. He can smell your perfume, hear the shakiness in your breath.

‘’ Okay, whatever. ‘’

You cross your arms around your chest. Even in the darkness, he knows you are watching him, waiting.

‘’ I like you, I do. ‘’ He starts, ‘’ I wasn’t supposed to, though, we just needed to be friends, you know? So I could make sure you were safe. ‘’ But I failed.

‘’ My dad hired you. ‘’

‘’ He did. ‘’

Your shadow moves, moving to the side to lay your head on the headrest. Your voice is soft, going through the motions, exhausted. You must be tired, the rest of the adrenaline dripping out of you in waves.

‘’ Do you work for him, selling the guns and stuff? ‘’

‘’ More like with him, I’m in a motorcycle club. ‘’

We buy them, he could have said, sell some back if they ever come across a nice shipment from god knows where, but he doesn’t. You are smart, you get it.

‘’ You’re used to getting shot a lot. ‘’ It is not a question, more like a fact, piecing the information together.

‘’ You could say that. ‘’

He holds his free hand out, and you take it, his warm fingers taking in your cold ones. He can tell you have softened up, put down the axe.

‘’ You really like me? ‘’

‘’ I do, very much. ‘’

You squeeze his hand, gently, even though he can’t see, he knows you are pursing your lips, biting the inside of your cheek. You move gently, twisting between your seat and the cup holder, leaning down and pressing your cheek on his shoulder. He can feel your body relax into his.

‘’ Can we go home now? I want a hot shower. ‘’

‘’ I know you do, baby, we’ll be there soon. ‘’

He lets you nuzzle into in shirt, caressing your hair with his free hand. He starts the car, driving back up to the main street. He doesn’t have the guts to tell you you are going home alone tonight, that there is no way in hell your dad will let you sleep somewhere else.

To his surprise, you don’t put much of a fight when you notice the gates around your dad’s house, or when he says your name into the intercom so you can be let in, but you are a smart one, of course, you picked it up. The nuances, the conflict inside of him, how he couldn’t get out of the car at first, couldn’t let go of your arm when people started pouring out the house. I’m good, Gilly, you whispered to him, thank you. And so he listens, he lets go, picks up his cash and leaves.

.

A week passes, a long one, of mindless thinking, passing time, putting cars on the lift and then bringing them down. He hears about you at Templo one morning, barely a sentence, something about your dad catching the guys, how business between him and the Mayans has been booming since then. Thanks, Gilly. Good job, man. The military training finally paying off, uh? He nods and smiles, but he doesn’t ask about you. He tries to play it low, make it seem like he is not taking the biggest hit of his life.

When he gets home that afternoon, something is different, maybe it is the way the grass is bent where it usually isn’t, how the doormat is slightly crooked, but it is you sitting at the diner table that makes him stop in his tracks.

His hand is still on the gun at the back of his waist, his other tight on the door handle when you wave at him, a small smile on your lips. Your hair is slightly shorter, different, and you are wearing too many layers for the California heat. You speak first.

‘’ Hey, baby… ‘’

Gilly lets go of the handle at his back and closes the door behind him. Baby. Baby. You stand up before he can talk back, nervously taking a few steps towards him.

‘’ We were on lockdown, I couldn’t call, I couldn’t leave. ‘’ Your fingers are pulling at threads on your jeans pocket. ‘’ I’m sorry, Gilly. ‘’

He melts, there is nothing else he can do. His arms find their way naturally around you, one hand on your head, pushing your cheek against his chest. He knows you can feel his heart beating in your ear, hear the relief that comes out of him with a sigh. There is no hesitation when you hug back, warm fingers griping at his cut.

‘’ I will never lie again, I swear. ‘’

You laugh, and it makes him squeeze tighter.

‘’ It’s alright, only for good reasons from now on, okay? ‘’

Okay, he will. Protecting you will be a full-time job now, maybe not the small contract he thought he was going into, something different, something warm and meaningful—soft, loved.

The most pleasant job in the world.

[tinyshyteacup]

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S M U T F L U F F A N G S T

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Please read and heed the warnings. Some content will become 18+ warnings posted on each individual chapter of story, suggestive content marked on individual chapters.

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• Sons of Anarchy •

Chibs 'Filip' Telford

• Scotch & Screams •

S T O R Y M A S T E R L I S T

🖤 🥰

Clinging desperately to the back of a speeding Ducati, your screams should have been lost in the chaos of Charming.

Chibs Telford can't explain the pull he feels toward you and he finds himself breaking his own rules to discover who you are and why fate seems determined to intertwine your paths.

As the complicated world of SAMCRO threatens to engulf you, one question remains will you run from or straight toward the Scottish biker ?

Whiskey & Wee Things

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Juan Carlos 'Juice' Ortiz

A Charming Detour

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 🥰

Part 8 🥰

Part 9 🖤

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12 🖤

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20 🖤🥰

Part 21

Part 22 🥰

Part 23

Part 24 🥰❤️‍🔥

Part 25

Part 26 🥰❤️‍🔥 18+

Part 27

Part 28 🖤 *Tw: canon level racism*

Part 29

Part 30 🖤

Happy Lowman

Sugar, Spice & a Little Bit of Vice

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Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 🖤

Part 8 🥰

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• Mayans MC •

Johnny 'Coco' Cruz

Spare Parts

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 🖤

Part 5

Part 6 🖤

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10 🖤 *TW: S work & implied SA threats*

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13 🖤 *TW: panic attack*

Part 14 🖤

Part 15

Part 16 🖤 *TW: SA (offpage, not described)*

Angel Reyes

Novel Attraction

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

SAMCRO vs Sunscreen

Love in Lockdown ❤️‍🔥 18+

No, no needles 🖤

I fuckin' dare you ❤️‍🔥 18+

Gun Cleaning ❤️‍🔥 18+

Thinkin' 🖤

Clear Passages

Fight Good 🖤

The Biggest Crush 🥰

I'm fine Scotsman 🥰

Who Ye Are, Love 🥰

Need you girl ❤️‍🔥 18+

Husband, President

[dallianceangel]

I’m Not Proud Of It

Writing this has given me another idea for a fic 💗

🫦 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫦

You slip out of the clubhouse wearing the same clothes you wore last night, grinning as your mind plays back the wild night you had with Chibs. As you head toward the exit, Jax catches you as he works on fixing a motorcycle in Teller-Morrow. His gaze follows you, and he grows suspicious as he notices Chibs licking his lips, a subtle sign of the recent encounter he had with his girlfriend’s daughter.

Jax lowers his voice. “You and her...?”

Chibs sighs, nodding his head. “Aye, but you know, I’m not proud of it.”

Jax chuckles, not believing a single word. “Yeah, right. I bet you felt proud last night.”

Chibs smiles, but it soon fades when his girlfriend’s face flashes in his mind and the guilt resurfaces. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

Jax goes back to fixing what he is working on, but continues the conversation. “Was it just the once?”

Chibs’ silence gives Jax the answer he suspected, it’s happened more than once. “Fuck.”

Chibs sighs, the guilt eating away at him. A little while later, during lunchtime, your mom arrives outside Teller-Morrow, cheerful and unaware of the situation. She heads into the office and greets Chibs with a warm smile, holding a bag of delicious goodies.

“Hey, love,” she says, giving Chibs a kiss on the cheek. “I brought us some lunch.”

Chibs forces a smile. “Hey, doll. I’m so hungry.”

As she talks to Chibs over lunch, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Chibs discreetly checks it—it’s a text from you. He fights back a smile as he reads the message.

"Last night was hot. Round two later? 😏"

Chibs quickly types back, his heart racing: “You’re trouble, lass. We’ll need to be careful.”

[artsninspo]

"Best-friends"

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plot: Best friends shouldn't have steamy dreams of each other. they shouldn't be the subject of each other's daydreams. they shouldn't be jealous when you flirt with other ... or should they? Angel's your best friend, but lately you've been pulling away in order to understand your growing feeling for your oldest friend. Feeling the distance angel stops by making all your feelings a little more real.

pairing: angel reyes x Reader

warnings: sweet 🥰 & steamy 🌶️

word count: 2.1K

authors note: hi, so I promised a draft purge months ago this is a little mayans imagine i've had for awhile for Angel, are we team Angel or EZ? Or both?

You guess the saying is true, men and women can’t be friends without one of them catching feelings. Unfortunately, this time it’s you who’s been bitten by the bug. You and Angel have been friends for so long it feels like he’s always been a part of your life. So much so that your family knows and welcomes him. You weren't always as close as you are now but in the past six months you’ve found yourself thinking about him more than usual. Stealing looks while he laughs, getting a little jealous when he flirts with the girls around the club and missing him more than you should when he goes on runs. Instead of leaning into it you've been trying to pull away and get a grip on ballooning emotions. In true Angel fashion he’s shown up anyways to complete a project you asked him to do since last month. You hand him a glass of fresh lemonade and he takes it wiping the sweat from his brow.

“I'm starting to think this friendship is unequal,” he huffs, taking another sip. You smile looking at the fruits of his manual labour. He’s built you two bookcases in the past hour. Aside from your need for a place to house your hobby, there's a benefit to having Angel performing the task in his wife-pleaser, slightly sweaty, muscles bulging as he lifts the heady wood, searching through piles of brackets, bolts and screws assembling them. His arms, his hands, his attention. Swallowing you look away from him trying to get a grip…

“You do the physical labour and I do the intellectual” you smile tapping the wood.

“Hmm, that’s how this works?” he asks looking up as he slides another shelf into place.

“Yup” you smile “Looks good”

“Where do You want them?” He asks standing. He’s substantially taller than you.

“Over there” you point. He moves them into place without struggle, looking down you find they're on wheels.

“You change your mind too much. I’m not gonna put my back out” he huffs in his angel way and you flip him off playfully.

“While my indecision marinates, my mom wants to know if you want to stay for dinner?” you ask.

“I thought we were going out to eat later?” he asks, raising a brow.

“You know how they are about home cooked meals versus spending money and eating out” you roll your eyes and he smiles.

“Why don’t we eat here then and hangout after?” He offers.

“Ok” you smile and repeats it mockingly in your exact tone. He’s missed you. You hadn't been around lately and it was grating on his nerves. He’d stay up late sometimes staring at the ceiling wondering if there was someone else you were spending your time with. He’d even woken up in cold sweats from nightmares of seeing you out with someone else.

You end up at Angels where you spend almost as much time as you do at your own home. It’s in desperate need of decoration and a feminine touch. He wouldn’t even have cookware and dishware if it weren't for you.

“Come on, the sick shit is about to start” he calls like a big kid from the couch. You smile relishing in the moments where he’s unguarded and animated. Where the smile overtakes the intimidating appearance of a large man with a muscular build and tattoos a part of a motorcycle club.

“Almost done” you shout, loading the last of the dishes into the dishwasher.

“Y/N!” He shouts impatiently and you wash your hands quickly heading to see the action beginning. You sit beside him and he kisses the top of your head wrapping an arm around you. It’s a level of intimacy you don’t share with anyone else. You hold him back and he puts your legs over his. Your mom has said a thousand times that you’re too close to not be together. She thinks it’s a recipe for disaster and right about now you believe her. You don't know when you fell asleep but you wake up to Angel carrying you.

“It’s alright, I got you” he whispers, carrying you into his bed. You doze off again and feel him put a shirt over your tank before peeling off your leggings. You stir again when he comes back smelling like he just had a smoke. He heads to the bathroom. He gets into the bed gingerly considerate of your sleep. Sleepily you scoot over to his warm body and his arms find themselves around yours. You fall asleep in no time.

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It’s been awhile since you've  been woken up to morning wood. Angel's dream must be a good one. You smile sliding away from the active appendage and head into the bathroom. Evidence of your proximity is all over. You have a section in his bathroom. When you lift the face wash you smile because it’s lighter than usual. He’s been using it too. You find the dishwasher emptied  and start on breakfast. Angel comes in half an hour later looking like a daydream, with bedroom hair and sleepy eyes.

“Smells good” He mutters.

“I tried” you admit putting a plate in front of him. 

“What are you up to today?” He asks.

“Putting my books away”

“Those things are filthy” He jokes, eating the bacon with his hands like a caveman.

“Whatever” you roll your eyes and he smiles all the way to his eyes very amused.

“Aww she’s blushing” he teases.

“Shut up” you laugh sitting with your own plate.

“What’s up, you’ve been a little distant. Work or mama stressing you out?” He asks attentively. There’s no hiding from him.

“Maybe both”

“You don’t need the job. I told you you can manage the bar” he offers in a bid to keep you close.

“I didn’t go to school to manage the bar.”

“So what, you're gonna be like this for longer?” He asks.

“Explain how I’m being?” you ask suspiciously.

“Not in the moment.” He says “In your head and not letting me in” he says.

“We’ll I'm working through some things”

“What?” he panics internally.

“Personal things” you shrug casually looking into your plate.

“Come on!” He laughs. “We’re practically one person” he snaps, tossing his fork into the plate and sitting back.

“I’m getting my period, who knows it may just pass” you lie.

He deadpans, “You don’t think I know you get your period at the beginning or end of the month. You just lied” he says and you laugh shocked at his attentiveness.

“Angel!” you laugh shocked but he’s not amused.

“You’re seeing someone aren’t you? One of those sissy pretty boys you know I won’t approve of” he says making you smile.

“No, I’m not” you affirm and he relaxes a touch.

“Not a pretty boy?” He raises a brow.

“I'm not seeing anyone” you tell him honestly but it doesn't settle him.

“Y/N, you can tell me so I can look into him. You’ve only been here once this week” he says and you sit on his lap. It's what made Angel different from the rest of the guys you'd been friendly with. He wasn’t trying to control you, he'd be right by your side when the shit got sticky. He’d let you live and he’d clean up all the mess without judgement.

“I’m not seeing anyone, there’s no one you need to kill. I’ve just been trying to get my shit together” you explain and he holds you close.

“You can get your shit together here. There’s enough space for the both of us.”

“What happens when you decide to go steady with one of the barfly’s?” you ask leaning into him, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“Not gonna happen” He laughs holding you close.

“Remind me to take you back to the gym. Gotta get you better at boxing in case one of these creeps you don't want to tell me about gets out of hand.” he says. He runs his thumb over your knuckles. You feel compelled to tell him the full truth. You get up and pour yourself some water.

“You’re doing it again, wait did one of the guys say or do something?” He stands.

“No, the guys are well, they're great in their own special way…” you shrug, turning your back to him.

“Y/N, you’re killing me here” Angel snaps.

“Angel, don’t feel weird about this okay?”

“No promises” he huffs, leaning forward attentively.

“I’ve been having, I don’t know…” you trail, having never been here before.

“Y/N spit it out” Angel says worriedly.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what us together would be like” You admit. He stills for a while before he finally blinks and his posture relaxes. When he finally takes a breath he places a hand on his heart. His eyes close and he shakes his head in amusement.

“Don’t ever fucking scare me like that again” he warns with a smile. It throws you for a loop. 

“I’m here thinking you’re hurt or sick or in danger” Angel snaps.

“I’m not sure I’m not” you joke and he smiles coming over.

“Way better than those books” he says standing in front of you closing the space between the both of you and running his hands down your shoulders to hold both of your hands.

“Huh?” you ask looking up at him.

“Us together, it would be way better than those books” he smiles. Your cheeks burn before you smile back. “It’s about time hermosa” he smiles leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips. It’s the first and hopefully the first of many.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask.

“It means I’ve been waiting for you to come around for awhile now” he says candidly.

“Since when?” you laugh shocked.

“Since the pool party” he says and that was nearly a year ago.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask.

“Showing you was better” he says and you think of all the ways our connection has evolved this year. You stand against the counter and he closes the space between you again. He kisses you harder this time. You make out like teenagers and it sends my heart racing. You’re breathless when it ends and you rest your head on his chest. He rubs circles onto your back.

“I just knew you were a good kisser,” he mumbles.

“I need to sort my room out, we can pick this back up later” you tell him wanting more but needing some time to process your excitement and all the new info.

“Why? You don’t need those books anymore” he says, appealing to every one of your senses.

“They aren’t all about sex Angel, just the few you happened to pick up” you reason and he shakes his head knowing it's another half truth.

“You into that shit? The guy getting a little rough and being dominant?” He asks playfully, grabbing you by the neck. He’s never been rough before and your smile answers the question. 

His eyes close in appreciation and excitement. “Shit” he smiles, coming in for another kiss. This one is soft in spite of your acceptance or his rougher side. It’s perfect though.

“You can tell me what you’re into when I’m done” you smile pushing him away determined not to walk into your home freshly fucked after a night out. After all the waiting you and Angel need more than a few hours, all day and all night.

“I’m a simple man,” he says in surrender. “Pretty sure I’ll like anything you do to me” he says, making you laugh.

“Walk me out” you tell him like you would any other time. He gets the door of your car for you as usual but when he hugs you he takes a handful of ass.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he says, validating your feelings.

“Make it a habit” you whisper, kissing his cheek. Angel steps back, closing the door with a full heart and a stiffy.

“Plan to” he smiles knowing there's absolutely no way he's gonna be able to keep his hands off of you. Not even after he's touched every inch of your skin and given you every inch of him. Not after you become a Reyes or after you have a little one making your stomach swell. Not after your home is filled with children and he has to sneak into the bathroom for some alone time in the shower. Not when his hair is more salt than pepper, not when his hands are too weathered to ride his bike anymore. 

Not ever.

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[imagineredwood]

11. Brushing dirt off their face

These prompts are super cute i love them 😭

Coco’s eyes are lit up the moment he sees you getting out of your car and walking towards him. He smiles and so do you.

“God, she’s got him whipped already. Look how quick he gets that goofy fucking look on his face.”

Coco gives Gilly his middle finger as he ducks out from under the hood of the car he’s working on, ignoring the boyish banter between him and Angel as he wipes his greasy hands on a rag. He meets you half way, his grin permanent.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Your smile is just like his, happy and stuck in place. He leans his face towards yours and somehow your grin broadens, kissing the very corner of his mouth twice. He’s patient with you. Lets you take your time. It’s all still so new. He knows in time you’ll kiss him directly and he savors the build up until you do.

“How was your day?”

You nod and clasp your hands together, his interest in you and your day always making you feel warm.

“It was good. I got off a little early. Wanted to come see you.”

Coco feels like a high schooler again, butterflies fluttering in his tummy that he hasn’t felt in what feels like forever. He reaches for your hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles adoringly.

“Thank you. I was gonna stop by and see you when I left here. Once I got cleaned up, you know.”

He feels maybe a little self conscious, sweaty and dirty and greasy. But you’re not looking at him any different. Same tenderness as when he’s all cleaned up and smelling of cologne.

You smile again and use the hand that he isn’t holding to reach up to his cheek, using your thumb to brush away some dirt that’s close to his eye. You brush at his lashes and he closes his eyes and lets you. It’s then you can hear the kissy noises coming from the boys that makes you feel somewhat bashful. You almost forgot they were there.

Coco rolls his eyes and keeps hold of your hand, leading you away from them and towards the clubhouse, brushing away any dirt that may be lingering on your fingers as he does.

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[hennyjwrites]

Manny Mayans whispering in your ear with that deeeeeep raspy voice of his that he knows is your weakness and telling you “you gotta be quiet for me querida, can you do that for papi” because y’all doin it where you’re most definitely not supposed to 🤭🤭

One thing that many lacked that could get him killed was his lack of self restraint. Especially for you. Manny couldn’t resist you even in the worst moment. He aimed to please you, no matter where.

Manny had you pressed against the bathroom wall of your parents house, hand covering your mouth and he pressed his body weight on top of yours. You were spending the weekend here, letting them spend some extra time with their grandbabies. Manny knew this would top the layer of disrespect if they were to find out he had you wrapped around his dick on a random Friday afternoon, but he couldn’t help himself.

Manny let you down but you didn’t get to go nowhere as he immediately pressed you to the sink. He bent your body down but pulled your head up by the braids in your hair. “I want to see that pretty face.” He groaned, voice low and deep. His voice let you know he was in the mood to fuck your shit up but he couldn’t or so you thought.

Manny stared at you in the mirror as he gave you that first body moving thrust. Your mouth dropped open and a small moan left it. He did it again and again and again. Hard stroke after hard stroke, plummeting your soft pussy. It felt like each stroke was pushing you to your breaking point. You didn’t even peep that your small moans were getting louder until he grabbed your throat. He pulled you back into him, your back connecting to his chest. “Shh. You know you can’t be making allat noise.” He held his hand back over your mouth as he thrusted you again this time harder and faster. “Be quiet for me querida, can you do that for papi?” You nodded you head not even paying attention to what he said,

He kept you close and quiet as he finished you off, pushing you back down to the sink as his nut came, finishing on your ass cheek. “Fuck this pussy good.” His voice was low as he spread your ass cheek to see the damage he’s done. “Damn mami, you're dripping on these folks' nice floor.” He laughed. You whined when he trailed a finger through your wetness. Manny looked over your body again with a stone cold face. He couldn’t resist himself as he got hard again.

“Aye mami, you think you can stay quiet again?”

[ravennaortiz]

August 3rd with Angel and the prompt "Seriously! Put the icing down!" Requested by the lovely @juicesgf. As always my stories are 18+.

If anyone walked into your kitchen they would be laughing their ass off at the stand off that was happening. A tall, handsome biker being chased by his much shorter and beautiful wife with a spoon. A cloud of flour and powdered sugar still settling on every surface from the overturned bowls. The crunch of sprinkles under your heels as you ran around the island. The sound of his desperate pleas for mercy and your gleeful laughter as he slipped and fell.

You had been clear when you told him to stay out of your way. You were trying to bake and inevitably he was dipping those damn fingers in and out of your bowls and eating to many sprinkles, chocolate chips or fruits. If he wasn't eating something then he was distracting you. Smacking your ass with spoons, whispering dirty thoughts in your ear, pressing against you like a dog.

"Corazon. Please" begged Angel as he twisted on the floor as you fell upon him laughing. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize that all would happen" he continued as he grabbed your wrist trying to keep the spoon full of sticky icing from getting to his face and hair.

"I didn't realize. I know you told me but I dumb man" you mocked as you used all your strength to move the spoon a bit closer to his hair. Angel grunted as he truly struggled against you. "Seriously, put the icing down" demanded Angel as he felt some drip onto his nose. He was suppose to be at the clubhouse several minutes ago for Templo.

"Obviously that is what I'm trying to do" you grunted your face scrunched in determination as you moved to give more leverage on your spoon wielding hands. Angel couldn't help the chuckle that rumbled through him making you shake on his chest.

"Kinda turning me on. You trying to dominate me like this mami" he murmured as he used one hand to grab and squeeze one of your breast. "Dammit Angel" you snapped as your head started to cloud with the fog of lust. "Come on let me show you how sorry I am. I can find a better place to put that icing" all but purred Angel as he smirked up at you as he took the spoon out of your hand before bringing it to his mouth and giving it a slow lick as he raised a brow at you.

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[mysticalmallard]

Parcels of Hope

Description: Coco has a crush on the delivery girl who is always bringing them car and bike parts

Word Count: 679

Warnings: none I can think of

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Another day, another shift at the garage. The crew is hard at work, sweating it out under the Californian sun. For Coco, however, the day holds a different kind of anticipation. Today is the day that the parcel delivery service girl would arrive with her usual load of bike parts.

As he hears the sound of tires pulling up outside, his heart starts racing. He quickly wipes the grease off his hands and walks out to the garage entrance, trying to act casual.

The delivery girl hops out of her van with a clipboard in her hands. She's dressed in uniform, her long hair pulled back in a ponytail. As she walks up to him, she gives him a friendly smile.

"Hey there," she says, looking down at the delivery manifest in her hand. "I've got a bunch of stuff for you guys today."

Coco's heart skips a beat as he hears her voice. He tries to play it cool, even though his heart is racing a mile a minute.

"Hey," he says, forcing himself to sound casual. "Yeah, we're always ordering parts for bikes and stuff. You know how it is."

He can feel his palms getting sweaty and quickly wipes them off on his jeans, hoping she doesn't notice.

As she hands him the manifest to sign, he catches a whiff of her perfume, something light and floral. He swallows hard, fighting the urge to say something stupid.

"Any of these are particularly heavy?" he asks, trying to prolong the conversation while he signs his name.

She glances down at the manifests and points at a couple of parcels. "Nah, not really. The heaviest ones are those two right there."

Coco follows her finger and nods, pretending to make a mental note of it. They're close enough now that he can see every detail of her face - the small freckle above her lip, the way her eyelashes flutter when she blinks, the way her eyes light up when she smiles. He has to force himself to keep his cool.

As she turns to retrieve the parcels from the back of the van, Coco can't help but watch her. Her uniform fits her curves perfectly, accentuating her figure in just the right places. He catches himself staring and quickly looks away, feeling his cheeks heat up.

She walks back towards the garage, carrying the parcels with ease. "So, what are you guys working on today?" she asks, still in that friendly, casual tone.

It takes Coco a moment to realize she's talking to him. He clears his throat and tries to sound nonchalant. "Oh, you know. The usual. Bikes, engine problems, some upgrades here and there."

She nods, setting the parcels down near the tool bench. "Sounds like you guys keep busy."

Coco can't help but notice how her ponytail swings back and forth as she moves. He takes a step closer, under the pretense of helping her with the parcels.

"Yeah, there's always something to fix or improve," he says as he picks up one of the parcels. It's heavier than he expected, but he doesn't let her know that. He pretends to look at the label, just to have an excuse to keep her near a little longer.

She smiles and thanks him for his help, her gaze lingering on him just a moment too long. Coco feels a flutter of hope in his chest. Maybe there's a spark there, after all?

As they finish up, she hops back into her van, waving goodbye. Coco watches her drive away, his heart heavy with a mixture of hope and doubt. He sighs and goes back to work, his mind still on the parcel girl.

[cregansgf]

Losing me. {A.R}

Warnings: none

Angel lied there silently, practically ignoring Y/n’s presence. That’s how it’s been the past couple of days, she tries talking to him earning small grunts and hums in response, so she then just stops talking and he doesn’t care.

She lied beside him staring up at the ceiling for a moment. This had to stop, she couldn’t keep doing this anymore, giving him her all and getting nothing back.

“You’re losing me..” She muttered hoping he could hear her.

He did but he didn’t say anything, he couldn’t. It was like he was frozen in place, the last thing he wanted was to lose her. He loves her more than anything, so why couldn’t he say that? Why couldn’t he hold her and apologize, telling her how much he loves her?

She sighed at his silence as a tear fell down her cheek before she slowly got up from bed and left the bedroom. She debated staying the night on the couch and leaving in the morning but it was clear he didn’t want her there, so she did as he wanted and left.

[cositapreciosa]

By the fire

Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x gn!reader, (legit no warnings pure fluff) 661 words

a/n : super duper self induglent Gilly fic cause I can and I did? Life is wild. Take it and eat it my child.

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As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx (do I have to add this for Mayans too or? Plz don't kiss people who shot people? You get it.)

‘’ It’s cold. ‘’

‘’ Hm. ‘’ Is all he says, ‘’ I told you to bring a jacket. ‘’

You are tucking yourself into his side, cold fingers weaving their way underneath his kut and then his blouse, seeking the warmth of his skin. Maybe Gilly did tell you to pack an extra jacket earlier and maybe you had said something between the lines of ‘not needing his input’, either way, you knew he would never say no to your hands on his chest, no matter how cold. You press closer to him, grateful that he doesn’t move away even though he is scolding you. It had been a nice day and accepting Coco’s invitation to enjoy a bonfire at his house after dinner had been an easy yes.

‘’ I know… ‘’ you purr back, ‘’ Can’t I just touch my husband because I love him? ‘’

You press your chin on his shoulder, feeling the leather against your skin. He scoffs, pulling the bench the two of you are sitting on slightly closer to the fire.

‘’ Yeah, right. You’re just pulling the husband card because you know I’ll allow it. ‘’

You know he is smiling even though you can’t see his face. You had figured out a long time ago that he had trouble saying no to you, mostly because he didn’t mind it that much, even when he liked to pretend he did. You can hear Coco on your left, telling one of those stories he has told time and time again, smell the marshmallows Letty is roasting on the other side. You love nights like these, when the stress seems to melt away from their shoulders, leaving their tough personalities on the front porch.

‘’ Yo. Stop doing the disgusting married people shit. You’re not even listening to the story. ‘’

‘’ We already know the story, Coco, you won’t shut up about it. ‘’

Letty laughs at Gilly’s response, adding something about being called out on it for once. Before you know it, they are throwing marshmallows at each other, flying over the fire. You smile behind Gilly’s shoulder, a sweet barely missing your head.

‘’ Sorry, Coco, it’s cold is all. I didn’t listen to the big man when he told me to bring a jacket. ‘’

‘’ I can grab you a blanket inside or something. ‘’

You feel Gilly’s hands wrap around your elbows, pulling and bringing you even further into his back, his warmth.

‘’ Nah man, it’s all good. Got it covered. ‘’

He shrugs his shoulders, like it’s nothing, and you are brought into the movement with him. You know he likes it, loves it, even when he jokes it’s part of the deal and that he has to do it because you ask him to. You poke one finger at his rib.

‘’ Look at you all disgusting and married. ‘’

He mocks your sentence back to you and you feel his arm moves under your chin. ‘’ You want to stay warm yes or no? ‘’

‘’ Yes, please. ‘’

How he keeps his heat while you always stay cold is a never-ending mystery. Coco goes back to his story, the same one he was telling before being interrupted. You are gently warming up your hands, fingers sprawled across his hot skin. Gilly turns to you, his nose brushing yours.

‘’ Better? ‘’ He whispers, not daring to interrupt Coco once more.

You nod against his cheek, his stubble scratching your nose as you press a soft kiss where his skin peaks over his collar. You can feel the steady beat of his heart under your palm, smell his aftershave and those mints he eats to cover the cigarettes.

‘’ See, ‘’ Coco stops once again. You catch him rolling his eyes, a smile pulling at his lips as he looks over at Letty, a finger waving towards the both of you, ‘’ Disgusting married people shit. ‘’

[bullet-prooflove]

Pretty Young Thing: Angel Reyes x Reader (NSFW)

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It’s Taza’s fault.

Ever since the other man had revealed that he preferred ass over pussy, Angel can’t stop thinking about it. He’s done anal before, but he’s always been the giver, never the receiver. What makes it worse is that Taza refuses to any of his questions.

“What does it feel like?” He’d asked the other man as he slide into the seat across from him and Taza had laughed before saying.

“Why don’t you talk to that pretty, young thing of yours and find out?”

He broaches the topic whilst the two of you are doing the dishes in the kitchen. Felipe’s playing with Valeria in the living room, so he knows he won’t be overheard.

“I can’t get it out of my head.” He mutters, his hip bumping against yours as the two of you lean back against the work surface. “What if I’m missing something? I mean a lot of guys do it right? So, it must feel good.”

“Do you want to try it?” You ask him, drying the last plate before handing it to him.

He bobs his head from side to side in indecision, it’s a big step even for Angel.

“Let’s experiment a little first.” You suggest. “Go slow, see if you like it.”

It starts with a finger. The two of you are getting hot and heavy later that night, trying to keep things quiet because Valeria is in the next room and Felipe down the hall. You’ve become savants at it at this point, your trysts stifled by hands and pillows. You’re a tease tonight, it’s becoming more and more frequent over the last few weeks because since you’ve been shot you need to regain some assemble of control and if Angel’s honest, he needs to lose it.

When your lubed up fingers trace around his hole, he’s surprised to find he likes it. It’s a sensitive area and you’re an expert at reading him, you can tell he wants a little more from the way his hips arch trying to take your finger. The sound he makes when you enter him, it’s loud and you have to clap your free hand over his mouth to silence him. He gets off on that because his Reina, she always takes care of him, she knows exactly what he needs.

“Touch yourself.” You command and fuck, if he doesn’t obey.

You take him apart slowly, adding another finger, stretching him as you brush over that deviant little spot the one that makes his hips buck and his dick twitch. You can tell he’s close, his movements become more frantic, his breath more ragged. The ecstasy, it’s intense, more intense than Angel has ever felt before. It tears through Angel like an IED exploding through his synapses. Your palm presses down over his mouth even harder as Angel becomes completely untethered.

“You liked that.” You murmur after you’ve washed up, your lips brushing over the corner of his mouth.

The two of you are tangled up in one another, your fingertips ghosting along his cheekbone as he holds you close.

“Felt good.” He mumbles drowsily. He feels so relaxed right now, so loved so cared for. It reminds him of the days before the shooting, before Valeria, when the two of you were just a little wild. It’s been a while since he’s had that feeling, that he hasn’t felt burdened by the weight of his responsibilities.

“You want to try a little more next time?”

He smiles against your mouth, his lips claiming yours.

“I’ll book a hotel.”

***

It feels like the first time that Angel took you to bed. You take care of him the same way as you did back then, with teasing caresses and heated lips that chase over his erogenous zones. It leaves him relaxed and wanting, his dick leaking as you kiss him everywhere but the one place, he needs you too. He whines when you pull away, unwilling to relinquish the contact. You shush him, your lips brushing over his sweetly as you smear lube over the black strap on you’re wearing.

“Don’t worry my Angel, I’ll give you what you need.”

You love seeing him like this, so wanton, so desperate. You enter him slowly, and he takes you inch by inch until the toy brushes over his prostate and he moans like a fucking whore. You dip your head low, your mouth covering his as your thumb ghosts along the line of his jaw. It grounds him, anchoring him in the moment as you begin to move in languid strokes, each one leaving him breathless.

There’s a relief in the sensation, to be the one taken, instead of taking. He didn’t realise how much he needed it until this moment, how much he craved it.

“Harder.” He mutters. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“You’re sure?” You ask him and he takes your hand, guiding it up to his throat.

“Remind me who I belong to, Mi Reina.” He whispers. “Make me believe I’m yours.”

You absolutely ruin him.

You fuck him hard, your hand squeezing his throat until the edges of his vision turn black and his cock throbs. Everytime, you release him he whines because he can taste nirvana, it’s there just out of reach but you won’t let him touch it.

“Please…” He pleads as the ecstasy surges up through his veins, setting every single one of his nerve endings ablaze.

“Oh Angel, you beg so pretty.” You tell him, that sinful smile crossing your features. “How can I deny my good boy anything?”

Those words…

He feels the flush creeping up his cheeks because Angel, he’s never been the good anything. It taps into something deep inside his psyche, heightens the intimacy as your hand drifts down to his cock, your thumb spreading pre-cum over the tip. You jerk him off in time with your thrusts, each one taking him right to the precipice.

The air rushes out of his chest as the pleasure hits him, it overwhelming, the way it tears through his synapses like a wildfire burning up his sanity. He’s loud when he comes, so fucking loud the guy in the next room bangs on the fucking wall. Angel doesn’t give a shit because the euphoria that’s racing through his system, it’s like a narcotic.

He whines as you withdraw from his body, he feels empty and overwrought in the moment but then you’re back by his side in an instant, the toy discarded. He moans as your hands trail over his sensitive skin, soothing and tender. You kiss his lips and he’s flooded with a sense of security that he has never felt with any other person.

The next day he sits down across from Taza as the other man flicks through a newspaper with his reading glasses on. He glances up, taking stock of the expression on Angel’s face, before a smile ghosts across his lips.

“You tried it.” He says, turning the next page.

“I owe you a beer.” Angel mutters, sliding one of the two bottles he’s brought over towards Taza. “You know for the advice.”

“Why don’t you talk to that pretty, young thing of yours and find out?”

Taza smiles before he picks up the beer and takes a sip.

“Honestly Angel, you don’t owe me a damn thing.”

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[ac-19]

My people - A. Reyes (Mayans M.C.)

summary: after two men follow you they quickly find out you're not someone to mess with.

After three blocks of basically going around in a circle, I knew that black car was following me. I looked down at my purse, which was laying on the passenger seat, and went to grab my gun, but since they hadn't tried anything yet, I had a better idea. I drove a few more blocks to the clubhouse and smiled at Chucky as I pulled up to the gate.

"Hey (Y/N)."

"Hey Chucky. Do me a favour and let the black car that's been following me for the past hour in will ya?"

"Why?"

I chuckled as I grabbed a twenty dollar bill out of my purse and handed it over to Chucky.

"My own entertainment."

He nodded as he took the twenty dollar bill out of my hand and I just laughed to myself as I pulled into the lot and parked my car by the fence. These poor guys had no idea what they were in for.

I got out of the car and walked over to the front porch where EZ, Angel, Bishop and Hank were sitting, each smoking a cigarette.

"Can't I get any help Pres?"

I chuckled as I walked up the steps at the prospect who was sweating his ass off moving crates in a record heat wave.

"Who's your friends (Y/N/N)?"

I just chuckled as the guys got out of the car and walked over to the front porch.

"Can we help you?"

"We're not looking for any trouble, we're just here for the girl."

Angel immediately shot up out of his seat and protectively wrapped his arm around my waist and gently pulled me back so my back was against his chest before he laid his hand on my almost non existent baby bump. Bishop looked over at me and I shrugged before he pushed himself up and met the guys at the bottom of the steps while EZ and Hank also got up from their seats.

"I think you need to crawl back to whatever hole you came out of. And fast, before he puts a bullet between your eyes."

Bishop pointed back towards Angel who had his gun in his hand tucked to his side.

"Hand her over and we will be on our merry way."

"Over our dead bodies."

The guys looked between each other and the tall one smirked.

"That can be arranged."

He pulled his shirt up revealing a gun tucked in his waistband and I felt Angel's arm stiffen around me. I laid my hand on Angel's arm which was wrapped around me and I had to admit I didn't think they would take it this far.

"You guys aren't from around here are you?"

I chuckled as Coco and Gilly walked up behind them both holding up shotguns, while EZ and Hank pulled their guns out as well. The smaller guy swallowed harshly when Coco and Gilly pumped their shotgun, and EZ, Angel and Hank lifted theirs up.

"She isn't worth the trouble, let's just go."

They both turned around and quickly scurried away to their car and I smirked as I watched them drive off.

"I'm gonna kill Chucky."

I chuckled as I put my hand on Angel's chest and stopped him from going after Chucky.

"It was my idea to let them in, don't be mad at Chucky."

Angel gave me a questioning look.

"Why?"

"Because they followed me for the last hour while I went around in a circle. I wanted them to know they shouldn't mess with me, because my people are crazier than theirs."

Angel shook his head.

"You're the crazy one, querida."

I smiled as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"That's what you love about me."

Angel shook his head as he bent down and planted a kiss on my lips and I melted to his touch.

I was no stranger to this life, but now that I was pregnant, shit like that made me nervous, even if I would never admit it to Angel.

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TW: cussing

Novel Attraction - Part 1

The air inside the Santo Padre Public Library is thick with the scent of old paper, fresh ink, and the faintest trace of lemon-scented cleaner.

Rows upon rows of tall, wooden bookshelves stretch towards the ceiling, their contents a mixture of well-worn novels, encyclopedias, and neatly organized reference materials.

The glow of the midday sun filters through large arched windows, casting long golden streaks across the carpeted floor.

It’s your first day as a Digital Archivist, a position you worked hard to secure.

All be it in this small boarder town, apparently some big wig philanthropist has funded the position to the local council.

The title alone carries a sense of importance—you’re not just shelving books or checking out library cards, you’re preserving history, digitizing rare texts, and maintaining both a hand picked and online record of Santo Padre’s past.

You’re proud of it, a chance to preserve something for future generations.

When your not in your office, most people naturally assume you’re a librarian.

Which is exactly what you let the two Reyes brothers believe.

You're behind the front desk, carefully scanning and cataloging a set of old town records for the archive, when the sound of heavy boots against the wooden floor pulls your attention.

Their entrance is a sharp juxtaposition to the quite of the library—Angel Reyes first, his stride confident and lazy at the same time, followed closely by his younger brother, Ez Reyes.

You clock them immediately they are a contrast to each other as well. Ez, with his thoughtful expression and quiet intensity, browses the bookshelves with purpose, while Angel...

Angel is looking at you.

You meet his gaze before returning to your work, sorting through a selection of old records brought in by a lovely older woman thirty minutes ago.

Angel's dark brown eyes, sharp but amused, scan you like he’s already decided you’re something interesting.

There’s something off-putting about the way he carries himself—relaxed, but predatory, like he’s already planned five different ways to mess with you.

And then, just like that, his full lips curve into a smirk.

"Damn... the library got an upgrade."

"Can I help you?" you ask, keeping your tone polite and professional.

Angel leans an elbow on the counter, his body angled towards you in a way that feels far too familiar for a first meeting.

His scent—leather, cologne, and a hint of woodiness—lingers in the space between you, dispite your stuble lean backwards.

"I don’t know, cariño. Can you?"

His voice is low and teasing, like he’s never been turned down before.

Ez, still searching through books, rolls his eyes.

"Ignore him, he doesn’t get out much."

You bite your cheek to keep from laughing.

Angel narrows his eyes at you, like he can sense you trying not to laugh at his expense.

"You new?"

You nod, returning your eyes to your cataloging once more moving the triplet loupe over the old faded print. "First day."

"So, you just woke up one day and thought, ‘Damn, I wanna work at the most boring place in Santo Padre?’" he quipped ducking his head to try to catch your eyes.

"I don’t think it’s boring!" You offer politely.

He tilts his head, watching you.

"No? Tell me, what’s the most exciting thing that’s happened here? Some abuelita lose her library card?"

You cross your arms, finally looking up "I’ll have you know, libraries are important. They preserve knowledge, history, culture—"

"You’re in Santo Padre. We don’t do ‘culture’ here, we do tequila and bad decisions."

Ez, flipping through a book, doesn’t even look up.

"You do bad decisions. I read."

"Oh, I like you" You chuckle at Ez’s comment

Angel glares at him, then turns his attention back to you.

"So what, you just sit here all day playing with books?"

You hesitate, not bothering to correct him.  "Yea we'll go with that."

Angels smirk returns.

"Cute. Guess that explains why you still look so..."

He gestures vaguely at all if you.

Ez, finally deciding on a few books, approaches the counter.

"She’s probably smarter than both of us combined, Angel. You could learn something."

"Thank you... " You trail off not knowing his name.

"Ez, Ezekiel" he returns offering his hand.

You shake it lightly, offering your own name in return as Angel scoffs and rolls his eyes.

As you check out Ez’s books, Angel continues to watch you. His gaze lingers on your hands, your mouth, the way you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his stare.

As they turn to leave, he calls over his shoulder—

"See you around, librarian."

Ez mutters something about Angel being annoying as they step outside.

And just like that, they’re gone.

The afternoon sun hangs heavy in the sky, casting waves of heat over the cracked pavement of Santo Padre.

The small town hums with a quiet sort of life—the occasional roar of a motorcycle, the distant laughter of children playing near the corner store, the faint smell of spices drifting from a row of street vendors.

You take your time exploring, letting yourself breathe it all in.

There’s something endearing about the town, despite its rough edges. It’s not a place that pretends to be perfect—it just is.

Eventually, your wandering leads you to a small shop with faded red signage and a hand-painted wooden board.

Carnicería Reyes.

A butcher shop.

You hesitate before stepping inside, the little bell above the door chiming softly.

The cool air inside is a relief, carrying with it the rich, savory scent of freshly cut meats, spices, and something vaguely smoky.

Behind the counter, an older man with weathered hands and a measured expression looks up from where he’s wrapping a cut of beef.

"Buenas tardes, señorita. First time here?"

You nod, offering him a polite smile. "Yes, I—uh, I just moved here for work. I was just exploring the town."

His dark eyes study you for a moment, quiet and knowing, before he gives a slow nod.

"Good. People should know where their food comes from."

There’s something steady about him—like a man who has seen too much, lost too much, and has learned to speak only when necessary.

It’s oddly comforting.

As you browse, he speaks again.

"So what kind of work brings you to Santo Padre?"

You glance up from where you’re inspecting a pack of chicken thighs. "I work at the library, archive work mostly."

The corner of his mouth lifts just slightly.

"That must be important work."

You nod. "It is. I love it."

There’s a flicker of something in his eyes—approval, maybe, or respect.

"Not many young people are interested in history anymore. It’s good that you are."

You smile, a little surprised by how easy the conversation feels.

"I think history matters. It reminds us of where we came from."

The man’s hands still for just a fraction of a second before he resumes wrapping a fresh order.

"Yes," he murmurs, "it does."

The bell above the door chimes again, and the moment is shattered by the sound of boots on tile.

"Pops! You got any—"

Angel Reyes stops mid-step.

You turn just in time to see his expression shift—from casual indifference to something else.

"Damn. First the library, now Pops shop? If I find you at the bar next, I’m gonna start thinking you’re stalking me."

Felipe, calm as ever, wipes his hands on a rag and nods.

"I see you've met my son, Angel."

You glance back at Angel, who’s now grinning like he just won a bet.

"Small world, huh?" He grins

You smile politely. "I guess so."

Angel leans against the counter, studying you like you’re some kind of rare curiosity.

Felipe doesn’t react, but you catch the hint of a smirk as he hands you your bag.

You thank him, pay for your order, and turn to leave.

Just before you step outside, Angel calls after you—

"See you around, querida."

You don’t look back, but you can hear the grin in his voice.