*gasping* *panting* *leaning on fridge door drinking oj directly from the bottle with one eye on you* Okay....okay. Cricket, I'm gonna put this one in KNOWING you are a dangerous one today.
May I have Tendril(s), Etched & Case for my border side piece Angel again?
p.s. these have been my lifeline today. Love you mucho-mucho🥰
ma'am, I am but a simple woman. Put in the same situation, I would only act the same way. Enjoy <3
This shouldn’t be the case. You know better than to be here, this late, on this doorstep.
You should be far, far away, but no matter how much distance you put between yourself and Angel, the map back to him is etched into your skin, drawn there by his own fingertips.
Your hand is poised to knock when his door opens, the tendril of cigarette smoke accentuating his cockiness at seeing you standing here yet again.
“Can’t stay away, huh?” he asks.
What you mean to say is fuck you, but what comes out instead is a breathy, “Fuck me.”
Far From Over (5)
Gilly Lopez x OC Josephine Costa
Warnings: 18+, language, smoking
Word Count: 3.4k
A/N: nothing like the release of a breakup album to make me bring back my own personal favorite pair of exes 😂 it's been 500000 years since i last updated but enjoy this little chapter nonetheless! also enjoy a little guest feature from a little side character because i was thinking about her 😌 xo
Taglist now located at the bottom of the fic because tumblr has Formatting Fuckery going on but you can always comment/message if you want to be added to any of my taglists!
𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐨 💔😭
Here’s another drabble for you, a sad one at that. 💔
Get Some Sleep
Summary: Your neighbor Angel is very protective. Very.
Pairing: Angel Reyes x reader
Warnings: Dark/yandere Angel, mentions of a mean ex, breaking and entering technically, blood
A/N:I...I don't know where this came from. It just happened as I conjured up ideas about being chased in the woods 👀
Drabble with Nestor
Chips salsa and heat please .
Hey friend! I hope you like this.... Enjoy :-)
You and Nestor have been dancing around each other all night. What started as surreptitious glances across the room has turned into a fiery salsa of ‘accidental’ touches and locked gazes.
Each brush of his hand against your bare lower back chips away at the promises you’ve made about not going home with one of the men draped in leather.
His latest touch sends heat pooling low in your belly before he slips away through the crowd again and the last of your resolve drifts away with the cloud of smoke as you turn to follow him out the backdoor.
Mayans MC
Summary: Thousands of men and women have sat on that stool. Some who could buy the entire casino, some who looked like they just walked off the set of a movie, some of the kindest people Val’s ever met. Some of them look at her like she’s on the menu, available to be purchased simply because they have the means to do so. But not a single one of them has ever made her feel the way he does.
Words: 1k - UNFINISHED
Author's Note: This has been sitting in my drafts for too long. It's unfinished, but too good to delete, so I would like to try something - If someone would like to continue the next part of this story, I will link it at the bottom! It can be like a group project!
And 3…2….1
“Excuse me, miss?”
There it is.
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Okay next request I've got is a list for Bishop. Time to show the Pres some love. Alright I've got the following prompts for Bishop:
22. Make me.
27. What if someone sees?
25. Don't act shy now.
29. Give me attention.
30. I need you.
32. Your mine.
38. Beg.
Yas! The Pres does need some love! Alright lets work some magic for Bishop shall we? As always 18+.
❤️🔥❤️🔥🥵🥵
𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐬
- an Angel Reyes fic -
- 18+ ONLY BLOG *🚩MINORS GO AWAY!🚩
- Angel Reyes x OC one shot
- 1.8k+ words
- I just wanna make him happy. He deserves it. Enjoy!
Mayans MC belongs to Sutter, this fic and Bella belong to me but I belong to the brown-eyes of a certain Mr. Angel Reyes.
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“Damn it!”
Angel grumbled under his breath while moving his dresser to find the ring that fell behind it. Peeking behind it, the visible layer of thick dust there mocked his housekeeping efforts. Yanking on it again, he saw his ring but also spied the edge of a small, thin paperback book. Reaching for it with his fingertips, he drug it close enough to be able to pick it up, knowing what it was as soon as he got it in his hands. It was coated in dust so he blew on it rubbing it on his shirt, and fanning away the burst of dust particles he put in the air. Pulling out the white rectangle sticking out of it, he turned it over.
Richard Cabral for Man About Town
Seriously, go watch this! Great conversation about acting, The Unit, Mayans…
Mayans M.C. | 5.02 - Lord Help My Poor Soul
He didn't deserve the ending he got! 💔
Bishop “watching you walk away” Losa | Mayans M.C.
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