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[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.

[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?”

[dallianceangel]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 🐱👅💦

Here’s another random drabble for you, I hope you enjoy 😜

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“I’ve missed this.”

“You don’t say,” you chuckle loudly, currently bent over the pool table while Bishop slams in and out of you from behind. “We’ve only been apart for a day.”

Bishop laughs in your ear. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

A moan escapes your lips as he increases the pace, his thumb now circling your swollen clit. “It’s not, Obispo, but you could have at least said hello first.”

Sliding out of you, he turns you around, smiling at you before burying his head between your legs and spelling out Hello with his skilled tongue.

[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🧸

[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.

[kikijackson-blog]

Where You At?

Summary: You and Angel break up.

Warnings:

For Readers 18+ only

Language

Here’s another that I took inspiration from a Lana Del Rey song called Let The Light In. The inspiration was from a single line “at your back door yelling cuz I wanna come in”

Hope you enjoy.

Two weeks. Two long agonizing weeks since you and your boyfriend had broken up. He wasn’t really your boyfriend but it was still a break up of sorts. You counted each day, every hour, every minute, every second, and they all felt like eternity. It may have been partly your fault but he had some blame in this too. Regardless, it didn’t make a difference, the pain was still the same and you miss him terribly. You’d hurt him and you knew it. It wasn’t intentional or malicious, a lack of communication mostly. You hadn’t meant to sleep with other men. Well you had but you hadn't thought of it as cheating. You still thought you were single and just ‘friends’. You had no idea he was wanting more. To be honest you didn’t even know he was your boyfriend, Angel never gave off the girl-friend having kind of vibe. But he was crushed when he saw you at a club that night, your body draped over some random guy, grinding on him with his tongue down your throat and his hand squeezing at your bottom.

The hurt look on his face only lasted a few seconds, it was quickly replaced with another expression, a more dangerous one. Anger. He marched up to you ignoring everyone else in his path, his cold eyes only focused on you and where the son of a bitch had his hand. Angel pulled you off of him.

“Hey man, leave her alone.” Your new friend protested.

“Shut the fuck up,” Angel stepped up to him, their faces only a small breath away. Spit flying out of the Mayans mouth and you could have sworn you saw it land damn near that man’s eye. 

“Ain’t your fuckin’ business.” He grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the club.

“Get in.” He demanded in the parking lot and he unlocked the door and held it open for you. When you hesitated he grabbed your arm and forced you into his car. 

“You know I didn’t believe it when Coco called me and told me you were here giving some dude a lap dance, what the fuck is wrong with you?” He shouted at you once he was in the car with you. 

“Un-fuckin-believable.” You’d heard him angry like this before but he’d never used this voice on you before.

“Coco’s got a big mouth!” you had to wanted say to him but figured in such a confined space and driving fast as he was, probably not a good idea to fan the fire. Of course he would tell him. His loyalty was to Angel, not you. You were nothing to him but some chick.

You were damn near out the door as soon as you pull up to your driveway. Not bothering to look back at him but then you didn’t need to look back to know he was following you. You heard his heavy footsteps loud and clear. You make quick work of the lock and get in as fast as you can, opening the door only wide enough so you could slip in and slam the door shut in his face but he didn’t let you. He blocked the door with his foot, preventing you from shutting it. 

“Nah, nah, nah. That ain’t how this is gonna go y/n.” He said as he walked in, overtaking you space with his body, you took several steps back. 

“You’re gonna fuckin’ explain this shit to me.” You avoid looking at his eyes. “You embarrassed me in front of my brothers. Seeing my girl on some other fucker like that, do you know what that feels like? You made me look like a pendejo!”

���Who the fuck was he, anyway?” Angel demanded.

Feeling just a little ashamed of yourself you look down, “I don’t know.”

“That’s not what it looked like to me. No, it looked like you knew him very well.”

“I just met him, Angel!”

“You just met him?” He closed in on you and desperate to keep your distance from him you kept inching away from him until he had you backed up against the wall. There was nowhere to go now.

His face inches away from you. 

“And you let him touch you like that?” The crack in his voice is what caught your attention to something more. 

For the first time since he had caught you with this guy, you looked him in the eyes and reflected in them was the same thing you were now feeling in your heart. And you couldn’t bear to see it. In that moment you would have given everything to make it go away, to replace the storm within his eyes with something warmer and lighter.

“Like you let me touch you?” That one statement, as tiny as it was, said a lot.

“Angel.” You said softly. “I’m sorry.”

“You let him touch what’s mine, y/n! Why?” He sounded like a sweet innocent child asking why his best pet died.

“I didn’t know, I thought we were just friends, I had no idea we… were together.”

“Yeah well you don’t have to worry about that cause we’re not anymore.”

The following couple of days you had tried to reach out to him, hoping that once emotions calmed down the two of you could talk more rationally about this but nothing. He didn’t return any of your calls and your texts were all left on read.

Angel wasn’t doing any better, he sat at the bar all broody like. Some of the guys looked at him and rolled their eyes. Some laughed at how he was acting like a big pouty giant baby, but underneath it they felt his pain. Everyone was just too afraid to address it, but not Coco. He didn’t give a fuck, he was tired of it.

“Man, either talk to her or get over it already.” Coco sat in the seat next to him. Yeah, he’d had enough of Angel’s pity party bullshit. “But whatever you do just fuckin’ do something man.”

The ding of an incoming text made Angel jump from his seat, and Coco nearly choked on his beer. “That her?’ He asked. 

“Angel, I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was anything more to you than just some casual fun. If I had known, things would have gone differently. I swear it. Please talk to me.”

Coco stole a quick glance at the text, “Look, it was fucked right, I get it, you don’t wanna see your girl on another man’s lap but she gotta point, how you gonna expect loyalty when you ain’t never did nothing to make her feel like she was more than just a fuck.”

Usually Angel paid no mind to anything his slender crazy-eyed friend had to say but he had his moments. Sometimes he actually made sense.

Angel flew out of his seat and ran out the door.

“Goddamn, finally, fuuuck.” Coco muttered under his breath.

He raced to your house once there he ran up to your doorstep and pounded on the door once, twice, nothing. He heard no sound or movement. Determined and not ready to give up now that he realized how foolish he’d been and how much he still wanted you, there was nothing that was going to stop him now. He ran out to the back and pounded on that door as well. Still he was met with nothing but silence. 

Finally after weeks of radio silence you get a text message from Angel.

“Where r u?”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at ur back door yelling.”

“You at my house? Wait, why are you yelling?”

“Cuz I wanna come in! Look I’m sry I was a huge douche. Where r u?”

“I’m at your house, stupid”

“Wait there,baby, plz.”

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[ficnation]

Chapter 4: The Love She Holds

Series: “She” Word count: 2,7k+ Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female! Reader Warnings: 18+; mayans mc typical warnings, unwanted touch, SMUT kinda A/n: What we're all been waiting for ✨ PS. If I reread this one more time before posting I'll probably scrape it all bcs I'm never satisfied 😩 If you enjoyed reading this please reblog and let me know your thoughts!

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For the next few days, Angel can’t look you in the eyes—hell, he can’t even bring himself to leave his room when he hears you shuffling around the apartment. He waits for the sound of the lock shifting in the door before he can bring himself to stick his head out of his safe haven. 

Angel knows he’s the one that fucked up this whole thing with you. He was lonely, and you were in his life for such a long ass time. You’ve never let him down—not even once. You are the sweetest person he’s ever met, yet you can still kick his ass when he’s being a dick. Falling in love with you was inevitable, but he didn’t know it would happen so fast—so soon. 

The man sighs as he leans his elbows on the wooden counter, listening to the wheezing of the coffee machine as hot black liquid spurts into the mug. The sound was tickling his nerves in a certain—very annoying—way. It didn’t make him even slightly angry before the bath incident, but now he just can’t stand it—it makes his head hurt. 

He slams his fist onto the counter, cursing loudly. The coffee spills over the edge of the mug and barely misses his hand. 

“I should fuckin’ do something,” he murmurs to himself through clenched teeth. Since when was he afraid to go after a woman he loves? He’s never been a goddamn pussy. What changed?

You are just so different than anyone Angel’s ever been with. He doesn’t want to lose you—can’t fucking stand the thought of you walking away. He has to do something. 

He drops Maverick off at Felipe’s house—gives them some abuelo-nieto time while he drives over to the bar where you work. It’s a shithole—a very suspicious one at that—yet the parking lot in front is almost full. The neon sign above the door flashes on and off when Angel slams the door of his car shut. Jesus, it’s gonna give someone a headache or a fucking seizure.

Entering this building was probably one of the worst mistakes in life—the man thinks as he’s greeted by a couple almost going at it by the entrance. The skinny blond dude has his hand down the poor girl’s skimpy skirt as she moans loudly in his ear, hips rolling into his palm. Fucking disgusting. 

He was doing the same exact shit back in the day when he was dumb, reckless, and didn’t care about anyone other than himself. But now the view makes him almost gag. 

The brunet pushes past the lovebirds—or rather fuckbirds—through the narrow hallway to the main area. The dimmed red lights flashing above his head and the music that makes every wall pulse with the beat make it seem like more of a club rather than a bar. He’s surprised when he takes a few more steps and a woman dressed in booty shorts with her whole tits out passes by him with a tray full of colorful shots. What the fuck is this place?

Angel looks around wildly, searching the topless women’s faces in fear he’ll recognize one of them. He pushes past the swaying bodies in the middle of the room, and then he sees you—working behind the bar.

He’s relieved when he notices that your chest is covered by one of those bralette thingies you like to wear so much. But he’s not sure whether this relief comes from not wanting the pathetic men around the bar to stare at your perfect body or not wanting to get another surprise boner in front of you. 

“You didn’t tell me you’re a bartender now,” he yells through the loud music as your gaze finds him, your eyes widening in shock.

You serve one of the men at the bar a bottle of beer, popping the cap simultaneously, then you come back to Angel and squint at him, trying to find a clue as to why he turned up at your workplace and how he even knew where to find you. This bar was almost an hour's drive away from Santo Padre. 

“What the hell are you doing here? I do not have time to put up with your shit right now, Angel,” you sneer at him as you lean over the bar in hopes he’ll hear you better, take the hint and retreat back to his car. 

“I’m fucking sorry, alright?!” He throws his hands in the air in exasperation, almost knocking a drink out of some poor girl’s hand.

You blink once, then twice, and your eyebrows scrunch up in annoyance, “Fuck off.” You whip around and go the opposite way to serve another customer. 

That’s definitely not how Angel imagined this conversation would go. He didn’t know you were that mad at him. He was a moron to think you’d accept his apology without a peep in the middle of a sea of drunk strangers. This wasn’t a goddamn telenovela. 

The man sighs deeply in annoyance before following you to the other side of the bar. “Querida, can we talk? Give me five fucking minutes.”

At first, he’s sure you’ll just ignore him as your eyes almost pop out of your skull—that’s how hard you roll them at his words—but then you turn to him with teary eyes. “I’m at work. I can’t. You really couldn’t wait and ambush me when I’m home?” 

“It was an impulse,” he admits. Angel knew it was pretty dumb to think that if he came here, you’d drop everything, so he could explain himself and get rid of this guilt that’s been eating him alive for the past few days. “Please, querida.”

“Oh, for god’s sake,” you curse under your breath before waving over the other bartender and shouting through the noise to her that you’re taking a break. 

You join Angel on the other side of the counter and tug at his kutte, leading him toward the exit. Before you can even reach the hallway, someone bumps into you, their hands grabbing at your naked waist. 

“Hey there, bonita,” the man greets you. The smell of his cologne and cigarettes makes your eyes widen—you know it very well. 

Angel stands there for a second, his left brow raised in annoyance and confusion because you seem to know this guy—and he really doesn’t like that thought. He pushes the stranger’s hands off your body with a sneer. 

“Man, don’t fucking touch her like that.”

You catch Angel’s forearm and squeeze almost painfully, your nails digging into his inked skin. You don’t turn your head toward him even for a quarter of a second. 

“The hell? We’re friends, big guy.” The man’s deep voice and graying beard confuse him even more. Since when do you fancy fucking grandpas? 

“Uh, Cesar, hi,” you greet him, your voice squeaky and the upward quirk of your lips fake. The second the stranger’s gaze falls over your grip on the brunet’s arm, you release him. “Sorry, I’ve actually just finished my shift.”

“No, you fucking didn’t.” Cesar’s eyebrows and nose scrunch threateningly. Who the fuck is this guy to be talking to you like that?

You reply without missing a beat, “My kid’s got a fever. It’s an emergency.”

The old guy looks between your face and Angel’s before the grimace falls. The smirk taking its place isn’t any less threatening. “You must be the baby daddy, huh?” he asks, but his tone is clearly mocking.

You pray in your head that Angel will hold his short temper at bay. You know, one wrong word to Cesar equals a shit ton of trouble—even the satisfaction of wiping that disgusting smirk off his face wasn’t worth it. 

“Mi niña hermosa. So fucking good at riding, she got herself a biker,” Cesar almost moans those words out as his hand finds your hip, fingers toying with the belt loop of your dress pants. You don’t move to slap his hand away.

Angel raises his fist to punch him, his teeth gritting against each other almost audibly. Before he can deliver that hit, you push him aside and usher him out of the door. You don’t say another word to that Cesar guy—not even a goodbye—as he slips a bill into your back pocket and slaps your ass.

Angel is fucking livid because you know how to take care of yourself, he saw you kill a man before, crush his skull with your goddamn boot, and yet you just take the disrespect in silence. It’s not like you.

Once you’re out the door and out of earshot, he explodes. “Why the fuck did you let him treat you like that?!” His voice reverberates through the night air, earning the two of you a few concerned and annoyed glances from the bystanders. 

“That’s my boss. Now shut up and take me home,” you mumble, exhausted, looking around the parking lot in search of Angel’s car. “I spent an hour in the car with that dick to even get here, and now I’m going back after not even half of my shift just because you couldn’t wait to talk,” you rant, almost stumbling over your words.

When you reach the car, and he opens the door at the passenger side like always, he’s surprised to catch a glimpse of tears running down your cheeks. He joins you inside with a sigh, concerned eyes finding your head turned away from him as you stare through the side window. 

“Cariño, I’m sorry,” Angel whispers, his hand reaching to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

You sniffle, wiping your cheeks with your bare arm. “Every single time I feel like we’re closer than ever and that maybe you feel something toward me too, you fucking push me away.”

“I know, I’m—”

You cut him off before he has a chance to apologize again, “No, I’m speaking right now. You’ve never yelled at me before. Not like that. You scared the shit out of me, and I blamed myself. Wondered what the hell I did to deserve it. But I didn’t do shit.” You throw your arms in the air, gesticulating toward him. You still refuse to meet his eyes. “You fucked up. Not me. You’re the one that’s been playing with my feelings all this time, and god forbid I try to even out the stakes.”

Angel’s now the one tearing up as his eyes widen at your words. “Querida, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t fucking mean it.” His fingers find solace in tugging on his hair in frustration.  “And I never wanted you to feel like I’m playing with your feelings. I’m so sorry.”

You turn away from him again, biting your lip to keep the sobs inside. “Please, just drive me home, Angel.” The desperation in your voice is heartbreaking. 

So he does what you ask of him and drives you home in silence. He doesn’t have it in him to try again when you’re already struggling, trying to keep the whimpers from wrecking your body. And when you pull up in front of your apartment building with a heavy heart, he lets you jump out of the car and rush to the door. 

He stays in his seat, trying to recollect himself—it doesn’t help, he still hates himself for making you feel this way. It takes a while for him to get inside the apartment, he dreads that when he walks in, you’ll tell him to take his shit and get out of your life. 

Angel knows he fucked up, and you were right; he played with your feelings—played with his own too. He slept in your bed almost every night, cuddled with you, kissed your forehead and told you ‘goodnight’ and ‘good morning’. How was it any different from how he’d treat Nails, Luisa, or any other woman he loved? Minus the sex. And when you challenged that unspoken boundary—on purpose or not—he chickened out and treated you like a plague. What the hell was wrong with him?

The apartment is swallowed in darkness when he enters it. You’re nowhere to be seen, and he figures out you’ve probably shut yourself inside your room, maybe even locked the door, so he wouldn’t be able to come in. He wouldn’t blame you.

He sits on the couch in the gloom and stares into the void. He’ll wait for you to come to him once you’re ready—he’ll sit here for hours if he has to. Angel needs to fix this, tell you what’s really been on his mind the past couple of days—tell you how much you mean to him, how much he loves you, and how fucking terrifying it is. 

Three hours pass, and he’s almost dozed off on the couch, his head tilted forward, his back slumped, and his eyelids drooping with every second. The wooden floor creaks underneath your footsteps, waking him up completely. The sleepiness evaporates into thin air as he straightens up and finds your frame in the darkness. 

You switch on one of the lamps in the corner of the room. Its warm glow takes over its surroundings, but not overwhelmingly so. Angel squints a little as your frame drops onto the couch beside him. You sniffle softly before leaning your head on his shoulder.

His heart shatters just a little bit more, and his voice carries it, breaking in the middle of the sentence, “I’m sorry, cariño.”

You don’t acknowledge his apology—you don’t really need to. Your next words are all the forgiveness he could ever want. 

“I love you, Angel,” you mumble against his arm. It’s a quiet confession, yet it echoes in his mind like a mantra.

He feels your tears soaking into the sleeve of his shirt. The man blinks in shock once, or twice, then pulls you into his lap and presses a gentle kiss against your forehead. 

“You know I love you too, right? More than any woman I’ve ever loved,” he admits, and it pains him, but it’s the truth.

He loved Luisa and Stephanie, but those feelings pale in comparison to what he feels for you. Angel never experienced this overwhelming want to protect someone from the whole goddamn world—the pure need to spend every single minute of his life with them and care about them more than he’s ever cared about himself. He feels that for you—like he could throw himself into a burning fire if someone promised him his sacrifice would give you and Maverick safety for the rest of your lives. 

You straighten up in his arms and cradle his jaw in your palms. When your eyes meet, you see that burning fire in them. He doesn’t need to say anything else—you understand him without words. 

Your lips press against his tentatively at first, tasting the love and longing. But Angel has a different idea. He pulls you flush against his chest, hands tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss. His tongue grazes the plush of your lips, and you part them for him without a second thought. 

That night, he fucks you on the couch in the middle of your living room, your back pressed against the cushions as he slides inside you with a guttural groan. It’s sweet and needy. The desire you harbored for each other finally released into the world—he’s far past feeling guilty, and sorry for a woman that’s long gone.

Your moans reverberate through the room, and all he can think about is how perfectly he fits inside you—like you were made just for him. One look into your eyes, and he knows you’re thinking the same thing. 

Your nails bite into the bare skin of his back, and the pain is so lovely—he could get drunk on it. He pushes deeper and deeper until you’re a whimpering, clenching mess beneath him. It’s a picture that burns into his brain, he’ll never be able to get it out—not that he’ll ever want to. 

When he spills inside you with a groan, you pull him flush against your naked frame, cradling his face in your palms and leaving sweet pecks anywhere you can reach. 

He’s addicted already, he’ll never be able to give you away now—not a chance in the world. Angel’s love for you is burned into his heart permanently. 

Taglist: @neverland14353 @darklydeliciousdesires @spnaquakindgdom @dreamy-caramel @mars469

[cloveroctobers]

FAMILIAR — Guero [September Prompts] 🩶

A/N: because I kinda miss him + idk what’s going on in the Mayans tag since I haven’t checked it in awhile and this song appeared on my shuffle—that I forgot that I loved lol—and I don’t think I’ve written anything messy surrounding Guero so here you go…don’t tell my therapist 🤪

S/N: Gave Guero a government name like in one my other fics for him but switched the first name this time—I think I saw this name drop from another writer before as well so if you’re reading this please let me know lol! Also let me know which one you’re feeling better for him, Javier or Gustavo?

PROMPT ADDED FROM HERE & I’m using: ²⁸⁾ dark lipstick smeared on a cheek.

WARNINGS: language ofc + underlining innuendos?

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Doing a double take a few spaces away from the front desk, lets you know that your eyes were in fact not deceiving you. It was like the buzzing in your ear overshadowed the low sad 80s track that belonged to Dionne Warwick. The overdone ringing on the bell snapped you out of it, hands tightening onto the set of papers that were already in your hands. The obnoxious ringing of the bell, made you quickly close your eyes and take a deep inhale before you put on your professional face.

You step closer to the front desk, placing the papers down and shot your hand out to rest on top of the man’s to stop his assault on the bell. “Good afternoon,” you gave your award winning smile that would make anyone weak in the knees, “welcome to The Monolith, are we checking in?”

Guero’s face abruptly pulled away from the woman that was nuzzling the tip of her button nose right against his. Once his eyes settled on your hand on his and then attached it to your face, you watched him gulp and flicked your eyes back to the girl who looked awfully familiar.

Like looking in the mirror really.

“Uh yeah, it should be under—

“Bardales or Guero?” You quizzed, almost snatching your hand back from on top of his and shifting to find his reservation on the computer down below.

He clears his throat, “Guero.”

You nod, a smirk playing on your lips as you went to work wanting this to be over and fast. He’s awkwardly glancing back at your mini you, who’s also staring at him oddly with his sudden change in moods; with her hand still intertwined with his before she turns her attention back to you.

“Excuse me, I know this is a long shot but did you ever live in Tucson?” The woman asks you as you move your eyes back to her.

She really did look like she could be related to you with just a few minor physical changes…which almost made you want to laugh. It was really funny because the bitch—sorry—the girl was some type of influencer. How did you know that? Well let’s just say she’s liked a lot of your pictures on the gram when you and Guero were either going through your disagreements and even when you both officially called it quits! The other version of you even liked a tiktok of yours before you put it right on private. After that? She later filmed a tiktok of herself getting her hair done just like yours!

It was borderline creepy once you had the time to connect the dots.

“You know what?” You place a hand on your hip, “I actually did. Even grew up there!”

Guero exhaled, just waiting for you to expose your history but you were playing right along. There was no way this woman was that much of airhead and didn’t recognize you. You had suspicions whenever you and Guero had your disagreements, he was always venturing off to some party to get wasted until he was ready to have a solid conversation that didn’t involve yelling. Staying out all night was his answers to coping and he knew how much it irritated you because the last thing you wanted was if something bad happened to the other, you didn’t want the last memory to be a shitty one you know?

“Wooow! See I knew it, babe! She just gives that vibe you know?” She grinned up at Guero who just hummed and forced a smile on his face.

You laugh with a shake of your head before turning your attention back to the computer to finish the process of checking the two in. They were staying for the weekend and unfortunately you were working this entire weekend, filling in for a co-worker who was a brand new dad and the other who normally worked weekends was down with the flu. Being understaffed was the norm these days but you really had to give props to the restaurant workers and bartenders in this hotel, the locals were a different breed that’s for sure. And not many people came out here to this copper mining town so you often had to take in the strange like a shot of tequila.

“Why Jerome?” Guero wonders.

Jerome, Arizona wasn’t your first choice—your friends tried to talk you out of it—nearly begged— but honestly you didn’t have a first choice yet you knew you wanted to stay in Arizona and thanks to a generator brought you here permanently.

You sigh, “I got tired of a lot of things in Tucson …the scorpions started to almost be infested where I lived and I didn’t want another scare but that’s a story for another time!” You winked at the tatted man before continuing, “Also I dropped out of school and living off savings wasn’t cutting it anymore so I got a job…far enough away where the job opportunities are somewhat better. That’s all I wanted, change and I got it.”

Guero didn’t have to read very hard between the lines to get where you were coming from. It wasn’t easy by any means, he loved a good chase and you happened to be his best one, yet not every relationship was going to be a walk in the park. Your father didn’t like him whereas his mother loved you. Guero or as you knew him—Gustavo—always felt like something was missing from his life so when he reconnected with his father, that’s unfortunately where your relationship started to falter even more.

Yes you had disagreements before Guero began to rebuild his relationship with his father. You wouldn’t point the finger at just that, you actually got along with his dad well. He always said you’re the one that would take Guero’s (yes he joked that once Guero had his eyes set on anything and decided to stick with it, he turned into the exorcist) spinning head and keep it on straight. Mostly your fights were over stupid little petty things, Guero was more independent when it came to financials being a stable tattoo artist before he got sworn into the Tucson charter whereas you always had backup from your own parent(s). Guero felt like you picked his mother’s side in his decision to be part of the club but his confidence in the club and his father made him boastful. Guero loved a good argument but once you weren’t trying to hear anymore, he was definitely going out to party with or without you.

He’s never cheated on you regardless of how it looked right now, he absolutely believed in a faithful union and although you said you needed a change…you weren’t exactly thrilled for him to be part of this brotherhood. With his new girl, who was very flashy online but sickeningly sweet in personality she wasn’t down his neck about what he did because she had her own shit to focus on. Not that you didn’t, considering you’ve been in school for what felt like forever but he wasn’t down to hear your disapproval.

It felt controlling at times.

“So…you’ll be staying with us for two nights and checking out on Sunday. You’ll be staying in the king guest room number five which is located on the upper floor. Here are some brochures that explain a little bit of the history of this hotel and town along with things to do.” You hold out the pamphlet which the woman happily takes and begins flipping through like it’s a vogue magazine, “I’ll just need your ID since we already have your payment on file and then I’ll send you two lovebirds off to enjoy the romantic getaway you booked.”

The woman sighs dramatically as she loops her arm with Guero’s as he digs through his back jeans pocket for said ID, “it’s her birthday and I thought it would be a nice change of scenery.”

“Yeah everyone’s looking for that lately.” You pluck the ID from Guero’s fingertips to input into the computer.

Guero huffs, “can’t be mad at that right?”

“Course not,” you mutter before putting your famous smile back on as you hand him back his card, “You two are all set, we hope you enjoy your stay here with us at the monolith. If there’s anything else we can do to make your stay more comfortable, please don’t hesitate to ask any of our staff.”

He notices how you didn’t mention them asking you for help but he bites back saying that out loud.

Guero’s new girl bounces on her toes, “oh this is going to be so cutie! Thanks girlie!”

You try not to cringe and manage to keep that smile on your face, even when Guero burns his dark eyes into your frame. Once they turn to leave with Guero’s duffel bag and her handful of bags that he’s mostly carrying, you let the smile drop with a roll of your eyes. Putting your back to the front desk you turn to see your manager peeking out from the back office ajar door.

He asks just based on the expression on your face, “Everything okay?”

“Peachy.” You say but thanks to having a good work relationship with your manager, who surprisingly wasn’t an asshole—although he looked like it with his magician mustache, waves you in to talk about it if you wanted.

It had to be about thirty minutes when you’re hearing the bell ring obnoxiously again. You knew you should have went out to enjoy your lunch because when your manager came back in to tell you that Guero wanted your, “assistance,” no matter which way he tried to persuade that you were busy and wouldn’t deal with him hounding his staff, you picked up on Guero’s irritation quickly once he let this drop from his mouth:

“What’re you her fucken sugar daddy or something? I wouldn’t think so with that shitty mustache. Trust me, she prefers facial hair much lower.”

That’s when you pushed the rolling chair back, the chair slammed against the wall as you dusted off the crumbs from your fingertips. The noise caught Guero’s attention as he craned his neck to try to see you.

“I knew she was back there, fucken bozo.”

You stepped out, running your tongue over your teeth as you gently placed a hand on your manager’s shoulder, “Mr. Bardales, I’d really appreciate it as much as my manager would, if you would refrain from making a scene.”

“I wouldn’t have to if this motherfucker wouldn’t have lied to my face.” Guero points at your manager who just sighs.

Your older manager already deemed Guero as being one of those difficult customers after learning just a little of what you shared.

You pat his shoulder, meeting his eyes to let him know you were fine and would handle this but that didn’t stop him from glaring at Guero on his way by, which made Guero raise his middle finger at him in response.

“Are you finished?” You clip, “you don’t think I get a break here?”

“Clearly you need a break dealing with a whack place like this.” Guero shrugs while he moves to rest his elbows on the counter.

Yet he picked this whack place to bring his new fling for the weekend? Make it make sense!

You roll your fingers around, “so what? What can I do for you since you’re down here showing your ass? Want to upgrade to the penthouse suite, which is on the adjacent building—

“No,” Guero interrupts with a shake of his head as he picked up a pen to rack against the counter, “I came down here to see what’s up with you?”

“Pardon?”

“Cut the shit,” Guero says your name with a scowl, “what’re you really doing out here?”

You start to feel your blood simmer, “where do you get off questioning me? You want to start shit, well let me talk my shit. How long did it take you to find my look alike, huh?”

“What?” Guero sucks his teeth, “she doesn’t look anything like you.”

“That bitch looks like she could be my half sister, stop it.”

You tried to cut back on using that word but sometimes old habits die hard.

Guero laughs with a drop of his head, “listen to yourself, sounding like you’re jealous that I’ve moved on.”

Did he though?

“Please, I doubt you’re truly happy. I never thought you would have gone for an influencer type of chick but…to each their own.” You start shuffling some papers.

Guero glared at you now, “that would make you happy huh? Me being fucking miserable.”

Your eyes burn into his now, slightly turning to see the dark lipstick that’s smeared on his cheek, “I meant what I said when we last saw each other, that I hope you get whatever you’re looking for and I thought that wasn’t me.”

“Are you serious? Once we finally got together…I never pictured anyone else. I wanted you, only you and I had you but I guess it just wasn’t enough then.” Guero shrugged, his shoulders then slumping just a bit but his jaw was still set.

Puffing out a breath you respond, “well now you got it…for however long this time. If there’s nothing else I can help you with in this moment then…I wish you both well.”

“Wait,” Guero grips your wrist, which your eyes peek down at before meeting his face once more, “…I just need to let you know…it’s probably always going to be you but in order for me to get that out of my head—

“You need to accept the things you can’t change?”

Just like you did. You think to yourself.

“Who says I can’t?” Guero argues with a furrow of his thick brows.

You pull out his first name with a scrunch of your nose, “I’m not fucking you Gustavo, uh uh that’s out.”

He laughs, running his thumb over your skin, “as much as I love your enthusiasm about spending a hot steamy afternoon with me that you’ll never forget…I just needed to be honest and ask…is there someone else for you?”

You blink but lean forward with Guero letting his eyes trail to your lips for a split second, “There could be. Maybe he’s in this whack town somewhere, who knows? Do you want me to let you know when I find them?”

“Fuck you, didn’t you block my number?”

“I did.”

“…why am I feeling like we’re not gonna cool?”

You tilt your head to the side, “I’ll say this, fuck you too and this will be the last time I think it or say it. You want to take up so much space in my mind but the thing is…you haven’t since I left. Clearly I’m still on yours rent free and forever got your heart according to you, so maybe I should be flattered?”

Guero’s eyes tighten at your words but he can’t lie and say his boy below wasn’t feeling something. You step back but Guero yanks on your wrist so that you’re almost bending towards him, “say what you want but I know you miss me.”

Cackling with your head thrown back, you wipe at the dampness by the corner of your eye, “What’s there for me to miss? It’s over. Oh and tell my twin that she needs to aim behind your ear next time, that was always your favorite spot right?”

Guero let’s go of your wrist and you move to fix your blazer just as he’s jumping over the counter to grip both sides of your face to smash his soft plump lips right against yours. His hips dig into yours as he shoved you back against the wall, mouth battling against yours followed by moans.

That’s what he thought about doing but by your words and body language, he knows if he pulled that, he would probably have to catch your hands first. So he’s stuck watching you walk away this time, that professional smile on your lips was deadly but he didn’t just watch you leave without chunking the pen at the wall once you’re no longer in his view.

Leaving a mark that contrasted against the paint and matched what he felt in his chest.

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(Possibly) continue with my September anthology prompts here.

[mischiefnevermanaged89-blog]

Mayans MC

Gotta Be Somebody

Angel Reyes X Reader

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[ravennaortiz]

manny

Summary: You find Manny sulking over his daughters first boyfriend.

As always my stories are 18+!

You frowned as you caught sight of your husband on the porch looking sullen as he sipped his beer. "Everything okay?'" you inquired as he stood and kissed your cheek, taking your work bags from you. Manny nodded before opening the door for you.

"Just a long day" he sighed as he caught sight of your raised brow and frown. You knew him to well, no point in pretending he was fine. You nodded as you made your way to the kitchen to get yourself something to eat. "Its hard having a job and being a parent while holding the house down to huh?" you replied a hint of sarcasm to your voice.

Manny's lips twitched slightly into a smile as he hit you with his signature look that made you weak in the knees. "You know damn well that I didn't mean it like that ma" replied Manny as he smacked you with the dish towel on the door. "Sit your pretty, hard working ass down and I'll get you something to eat."

"Anyone ever tell you that you are super bossy and a bit controlling?" you sassed as you did what he told you.

"Anyone ever told you that you are mouthy and argumentative" replied Manny as he looked through the fridge pulling out the foil covered plate he had set aside for you from earlier.

"Careful" you warned. "I would hate to have to beat up the Yuma Presdiente"

Manny snorted as he shook his head at your statement. "After what happened today I welcome being knocked out cold mami" he added as he put the plate in the microwave and grabbed you a glass of wine.

"A bit dramatic. Can I get some context?" you inquired with a laugh after a couple of minutes while you sipped your drink. Manny nodded as he set your food in front of you before kissing your forehead.

"My baby girl is a married woman and she told me she doesn't need me anymore. Her exact words were -I gots me a new man daddy-. I thought I had more time to prepare for this you know? Maybe get her to think of being a nun or some shit." explained Manny ignoring you choking on your wine as he continued. "I mean boys ain't shit ya know? What's the point of them? Also the audacity of this little asshole to not even talk to me first" finished Manny as you caught your breath and wiped at your eyes from your laughter.

"Manny. Babe they are in first grade its not that deep" you stated as you shook your head. "I'm so glad her first "boy encounter" you are handling well" you stated as he rolled his eyes as he smiled.

"All I'm saying is I got beef with lil Joey and he better hope his pops can fight" replied Manny making you laugh more.

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[hennyjwrites]

Oh I have a dad!Coco imagine. Imagine if baby girl comes in from school saying she’s in love and that she has a boyfriend. I think it would be so cute of Coco’s reaction.

Soft R&B music played while the house filled with the smell of a nice dinner being cooked filled the house. Coco sat on the living room floor, playing with the kids while Y/N cooked in the kitchen with a curious Letty, who decided she wanted to learn how to cook.

Coco side eyed his 7 year old baby girl, Y/D/N who played quietly away from her many brothers and sisters. He scooted to her slowly anxious about what could come out of the conversation he was about to start.

“You alright?” He asked her, pulling one of her curls down before letting it spring back into place.

His heart melted when his little girl looked up at him with her big round eyes. “Daddy am I pretty?” Coco knew what that question meant. She had a crush and was hoping she was pretty enough for him to like her back.

His heart pounded as he looked at you, who pretended that you paid no attention to the situation. “I think your beautiful mija. From your hair to your toes.” He replied eith a smile on his face. She returned the smile, showing off her missing two front teeth. Her mood instantly changed, as she crawled over to her siblings to play with them as well.

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Y/D/N came skipping into the living room leaving her siblings behind, as she screamed for her daddy. Once she found Coco and you sitting on the couch, she jumped in his lap.

“I’m in love!” She sighed dramatically, her eyes wide in the shape of hearts. Cocos eyes on the other hand, were blown out his head in shock and panic. You on the other hand were already giggling.

“Who’s the lucky boy?” You asked egging her on. As she went into explaining who the boy was and why she loved him so much, cocos eyes and heart widened even more. Eventually Letty walked into the house and laughed as her baby sister explained she has a new boyfriend.

“Cmon, let go make you all pretty to see your boy toy tomorrow.” Letty announced, almost sending coco , who had been sitting there quietly, into shock. They both giggled as they ran upstairs to play in Letty’s makeup.

“You ok papi?” You asked giggling as he laid his head down on your shoulder, groaning. Coco groaned even louder making you loud. “My little girl is growing up so fast.” He cried, emotional over a second grade relationship.

He couldn’t believe his little girl was already in a “relationship.” He cuddled with you closer as he thought about another one of his babies growing up. He almost died when he heard Letty yell downstairs.

“Then you kiss him on the cheek.”

[crow-writer]

Taza Romero - NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Taza is sweet and experienced and knows how to take care of you afterwards. Whether you are in the mood for cuddling or a nice warm bath, he makes sure you're getting it.

B= Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs, and also their partner’s) His favourite body part of himself would probably be his hands. He likes to watch them wander over your body and it makes him proud to hear what pretty sounds he can get from you with just his hands. With you it's a bit tricky because that man worships your body, but if he had to chose, it would probably be your neck. He loves kissing it and he especially loves burying his face in your neck when he's about to come.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…I’m a disgusting person) Inside. Always.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He feels like a teenage boy about it, but when he is on a long run, he would definitely take one of your panties with him. Usually a worn one.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Taza is experienced but that doesn't stop him from trying to get to know exactly what gets you going. He picked up some things here and there but when you two met, he wanted to explore together what worked for the two of you.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying) He's a bit old fashioned maybe when it comes to that and would most likely prefer missionary or some kind of variation from it, but eye contact is usually what's important to him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) Now he might be playful during foreplay, but generally he's more serious and passionate.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc) He keeps it trimmed and clean, but doesn't like shaving it off completely.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) Taza is usually not the one just looking for a quick fuck. To him it is about connection and about passion, so during intimacy he would make sure to be completely in the moment with you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) When he was younger he'd do it now and then, but if he can help it now, he'd rather wait to be with you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) PRAISE KINK! Is he confident about himself? Sure. But does it drive him nearly insane when you tell him how good he makes you feel while doing it? Hell yes.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) He is not into risks, mostly because he doesn't like the thought of getting interrupted. He prefers it at home or when you two are sure to have some privacy.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Sometimes you would sweetly kiss his cheek in front of others, only to whisper into his ear what you want from him. Something about you acting all innocent and sweet but sharing your desire only with him makes him almost lose his mind. It's usually not long from there that you two get on your way back home.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) He doesn't like dirty talk in the sense where he'd call you "his little bitch" or "slut" or something like that. He thinks of it as degrading and it kinda ruins the mood for him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) He does enjoy going down on you, though he prefers to use his hands, so his mouth is free to kiss you. In the beginning of your relationship he felt somewhat shy to ask for a blowjob, but once you offered and showed him you enjoyed going down on him it's one of his favourite forms of foreplay.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) He's sensual and likes to take his time at first, but as you're both getting closer it would become a bit more rough.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) As said in letter I, sex isn't just about fucking you. It's his way to worship you and he prefers to take his time with that.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Experimenting as in different positions would be something he'd enjoy if you asked him about it. Though he isn't really the type to take risks like doing it in public or stuff like that.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Honestly, he's not in his 30s anymore, so multiple rounds are usually not a thing. But that man has some stamina and that one round will leave you statisfied with everything you need.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) He's not really into toys but I think he'd be willing to try if you brought it up to him.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease) Not much of a tease. Maybe during foreplay, but once you're actually doing it, he likes to show off what he can do to you rather than tease you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sound they make) He's not that loud, but that's mostly because as he gets closer, he usually got his face buried in your neck.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) Taza probably wouldn't care too much about "cliche sexy". Matching lingerie, candles, full face of make-up ; all these things sometimes felt "forced" to him. Of course he would be flattered by the effort, but to him you are at your sexiest, when you're completely yourself.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Length wise I think Taza is around average, maybe slightly above. But he surely got girth way above average. You'll definitely have your fun.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) It used to be higher when he was younger and it also depends on how stressed out he is. When there is a lot of stuff happening with the club, he sometimes just can't unwind properly. If everything's fine though you could probably count on 3 - 4 times a week.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterward) He's usually not too sleepy afterwards and likes to make sure that you're well taken care of first. But he absolutely loves to just fall asleep with you in his arms afterwards, sometimes you even notice him drifting off to sleep while still stroking your hair.

[dallianceangel]

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You’re cuddled up with Bishop in bed on a Saturday morning, feeling something hard press against your exposed back. Excitement stirs, thinking you’re about to have another round with him. It’s just past 7AM, and he’s managed to make you cum three times already. You’ve only been awake for an hour.

Suddenly, the hard object vibrates, making you jump out of your skin. You turn to Bishop, eyes wide. “I thought that was a boner!”

Bishop chuckles, turning his phone on silent before pulling you closer towards him. “No, this is a boner.”

He places your hand on the hard bulge, gazing at you hungrily. “Feel that, babe?”

You nod as you squirm, desperate to feel him inside you again. “Fuck me, Obispo.”

He kisses you deeply, his hands exploring. “With fucking pleasure.”

You lay down on your back, spreading your legs, gasping when he slowly enters you. It’s not long before he’s got you crying out his name and gushing all over him again, loud enough for the new neighbours to hear, making them wish they never moved in next door.

[mushupork4u]

Reyes Brothers X Reyes Sister OC

Prompt: The boys come home late and sit on the couch with Carmen and watch TV

(Any thing in italics is Spanish)

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It was past twelve when Carmen heard the familiar rumble of the Harley Bikes enter the neighborhood. A tired smile turning up her face as she continued watching Narcos and fawning over Pedro Pascal.

She heard the engines cut off and before she knew it, the boys were in the kitchen. Their voices echoing quietly as they heated the left over dinner up and eventually, wandered their way into the living room.

“Why are you still up?” Angel had asked, furrow browed and tense shouldered, he plopped down on her left while Ezekiel quietly made his wave over to her right.

She shrugged her shoulder, bourbon eyes still struck open. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Ezekiel had sighed, a piece of chicken from his fajita sticking out from the corner of his mouth as he spoke. “You need melatonin gummies.”

Her quiet huff left them curious as she eyed the screen, both of them watching Javier Peña arrest someone, and their little sister enjoy it a little too much. “If you keeping looking at the TV like you wanna sleep with it, I’m gunna talk dad into throwing it out.” Ezekiel hummed, making a light hand smack at his bicep before Carmen’s head leaned to the left on Angels shoulder.

“You’re my new favorite.” She joked, allowing the older male to smile at her tired face and sunken in eyes.

Ezekiel swallowed another bite of his food before turning to look at them both. “It’s okay, I’m still the best looking.”

“Oh fuck off.” Both her and Angel grunted, and Ezekiel almost choked, because in that minute, he saw both Marisol and Felipe berating him.

The two looked at Ezekiel’s face, the slight hint of fear that they saw did not go unnoticed, but once Carmen saw that Felipe was not awake and ready to ridicule them, she sat back and continued spending the silence with her brothers.

Though the unease she felt before was gone, knowing that their bikes were outside, and they were home safe with no injuries and full bellies, it made her extremely exhausted.

Her eyes lulled into the back of her head within minutes of their last conversation, and she worried of nothing.

“She’s asleep.” Angel had whispered, and true to his word, Ezekiel looked to see that Carmen had leaned her head on the couch and passed out sitting up.

The two had shared a glance of worry, Ezekiel moving the younger girl easily enough so her head was leaned onto his thigh and her legs folded onto Angels lap. “She’s exhausted.” The younger boy stated, it was a simple fact.

Paler skin, sunken in eyes, dehydrated, not sleeping. She had been this way since he got back, and only recently had he realized it’d gotten worse as she found out he was a prospect in his brothers club.

“She’s worried?” Angel questioned, calloused hands rubbing up her shins, back and forth like a calming method.

Ezekiel looked at the TV eyes glaring into it like it was nothing. “Yeah.”

“She shouldn’t be.” Angel had sighed, his hands stopping momentarily to rub circles into her skin with his thumbs.

His younger brother only let his hand fall to Carmen’s hair, petting the soft curls away from her face. “She can’t help it. School, work, worrying about dad just to come home to us gone.” His words sink deep, guilt burrowing it’s way into Angel’s stomach as he realized Carmen got someone that understood and he ripped it right away from her.

Taking candy from a baby but he took Ezekiel from her. After he avoided her and left her alone hoping he could protect her from the club, from the parties and from the life of chaos he lived so willingly most days.

He ended up dragging her straight into it.

Poor little Carmen Reyes was alone in the world, and the only safe heaven was the couch when her brothers had returned home safe and sound.

[juicesgf]

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.