Is anyone else cringing at the Emily/Clayton situation? Or is that just me?
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A/N: Mayans MC fan fiction :) The idea has been sitting around for a bit. I wanted to give it a shot and see where it went. All the fan fics I have been reading ♥ inspiration. The show heart crushing. The setting is after Angel finds about EZ’s deal and confronts his father. It has an O.C. and just random scenario. Thank you!
Angel’s life wasn’t easy, it was anything but. The one thing he thought he could always count on, the one thing he didn’t have to worry about was his family. His brother was gone for years, he came back and asked if he could join the MC. He remembered when EZ told him he wanted to be part of something, maybe reconnect, rebuild the relationship. Now, he learned it was all bullshit. The words from the agent echoed, rang in his ears about the “deal.” And his dad knew. Betrayal. It was only the word that pulsed throughout him.
It cut so deep because he saw these two people as his support. He had the motorcycle club and they were family, but this was blood. It was painful, his chest expanded and collapsed as he tried to calm down. His fists coiled around the beer bottle he was holding until he heard a crack and could smell the alcohol so strong. It had fallen onto his jeans and onto the recliner he had been sitting on.
“I’m done,” he wiped the blood on his jeans and walked out without glancing back. It shattered him to see the hurt that fell over his father’s face, but he didn’t have a piece inside of him to care. He wasn’t going to stand down and apologize. He had no intention of acting like it didn’t bother him. They could all talk about it, sit around the dinner table like they used to. He didn’t see a future of doing that, he couldn’t. Rage was running through his veins. All he wanted to do was continue to yell at EZ, scream at him for doing something stupid and make him, his own brother, look like a fool.
He slammed the door behind him and quickly jogged down the stairs to get to his motorcycle. He was fiddling around with his phone and keys, trying to balance them in his hands. Everything fell, hitting the cement. “Fuck!” He growled as he picked up his cell.
Blood from the bottle was still trickling down, the drops were hitting the sidewalk as he gripped the phone. Next thing he knew he was banging the phone, again and again. He clenched his jaw, feeling his knuckles pound the cement. The phone dimmed and fresh cracks formed over the screen.
Whistling, the annoying whistle started. Angel was kneeling down and fell back on his ass, looking up at the whistler. “What the fuck do you want,” he asked roughly.
I love it !!! Please tell me there’s another part coming !
Hi, I'm making a "masterlist" of all my favorite imagines, drabbles, fics, etc., and I was wondering if it'd be okay for me to include my favorite pieces from you on it.
Hi! I’m so sorry I’m getting back to you so late,my mental health has been all over the place and so I tend to take breaks from here. But OMG YES please do! That makes my Heart so happy ❤️❤️❤️
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Sweet Release | Part 2
Angel Reyes x Reader
Summary: Things don’t go as planned when you attend Ez’s party.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Angst
Word count: 4.8k
Excerpt: “Your salvation and your destruction kneeled before you, ready to prove to you how deadly the mix of the two was. Your angel on his knees ready to sin.”
*gif is mine!
a/n: thank you for all the love on this mini series! With that being said there will be a part 3 and it will be the final part! Enjoy! (part 1 can be found here)
Part 2
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Sweet Release
Angel Reyes x Reader
Summary: When Angel doesn’t make time for you, you make a hard choice.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Angst
Word count: 3k
Excerpt: “You couldn’t fake reaching literal heaven every time Angel sank inside you. But he didn’t deserve to hear that right now.”
*gif is mine!
a/n: so this came out of nowhere but i’m excited about it and there will be a part 2!!! i fucking missed writing for angel, so much so i may or many not open my requests back up again! keep an eye out for part 2 though!
Part 1
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EZ Reyes x Reader - 7 Days in June - Part 1
A/N: Here’s the first part to my EZ series. I had so much fun writing the week long series for Angel I wanted to do another one so I’m going for 12 months with EZ! Starting in June this is the first part. These are going to come out kind of slow, I think, because I’ve been working a lot and I have an hour and a half commute so I am tired but also because I want to be really careful with how I do this series. I’m still debating on changing the outcome/plot of some of this and if you saw my other post a few days ago you’ll know why. I’m trying not to spoil it though. Anyway, onto the good stuff. If you want to me tagged just let me know!
Warnings: smut, sex, slight Daddy kink, sort of kind of mentions of bodily fluids, one night stand and my attempt at a cliff hanger.
Okay wait.....
I just .. let me just ...... *turns around* *gasps*
Okay. I’m ready.
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roommates: four
A/N: Hello everyone! Happy weekend! Hope your week has been a good one! So my brain has been going 100mph. I’m trying to calm it down and focus on one thing, but that’s proving to be hard. LOL BUT I’M TRYING. Sorry the updates are taking longer, I’ve been getting ideas and it just takes over my brain. School is starting back up next week so I’m going to try my best to go on a writing spree this weekend so I can try and update every week. Emphasis on TRY. But thank you for continue to support me, you all are just too lovely.
Also, I have two Angel request I’m going to try to post since they are half way done along with the EZ request. I’m really lagging on EZ, but it will be posted.
- EZ request
- Dance (Angel)
- Always you (Angel)
- Lake Part Two
- Sex Guru Angel
- Everything is you: part 12
- Graduation (EZ request)
- Rio request
- Two Daddy Angel request: Snuggling and Trip to the aquarium
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Masterlist
roommates
Word count: 7697
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, smut, angst
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Angel Reyes - The Party
Angel Reyes x Reader
Warnings: swearing, angst, lying, alcohol/drinking, unwanted touch, possible drunk sex🤷🏽♀️(maybe, maybe not😏)
a/n: This started out as an anon mentioning Coco having a girlfriend who is bffs with someone who hates Angel. Basically enemies to lovers. @thesandbeneathmytoes took it one step further and came up with a whole backstory that intrigued me so here we are! LOL this is definitely going to have a second part. Also, their story starts senior year of high school.
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Wrong number (2/3)
Pairing: Angel Reyes x reader
Warnings: mentioning of blood, a probably VERY inaccurate medical situation, which I still had to put in because it made me laugh, and some cursing.
A/n: This is more of a ‘filling’ chapter, to get to where I want to go with this. I’m ready for the comments, though 🤭 part one
After half an hour of raiding your closet, you've finally managed to put together a decent outfit. At least, you hope you did. Considering you've never visited a 'bikers club', you wasn't really sure about the dresscode.
You decided to wear a leather skirt that hugged your curves perfectly, a slightly sheer top and some heels you will most likely regret later.
"Bitch let's go, I don't want to be late!"
You shake your head at your friends lack of patience, while applying some lipgloss as finishing touch. "Yeah, I'm ready"
The drive feels like forever, but you're lucky to have your ride for the night telling you about the thing's she's going to do to her own date, after she drops you off. You're just letting her ramble, as you're too busy thinking about whatever it is you're about to walk into.
Once you have finally arrived at your destination, you try to open the car door, but your friend pulls you back.
"Remember, if he gets weird, use the pepperspray I gave you. And don't forget to text me every hour, so I know you're okay"
"Don't worry, mom. I'll be safe" you give her a quick peck on the cheek, before getting out of the car. You watch as the car disappears, leaving you by yourself.
"Stop being nervous, bitch" you whisper to yourself, while making your way over to the entrance of the clubhouse.
You're scanning the crowd of people in front of you, while the smell of liquor and cigarettes, combined with the loud music, are almost overwhelming your senses.
Looking around like a lost puppy, you can't help but wonder which one of these people is Angel. But with neither of you knowing what the other looks like, things could get difficult.
📱"Hey, I just arrived. I'll wait for you at the bar."
You hit send, and walk over towards the bar, sitting down on one of the chairs. A muscular guy is busy drying some glasses, but turns around once he notices your presence.
"Hey, can I get you anything?" He shoots you a kind smile, which somehow made you feel a little more relaxed.
"Actually, I'm just meeting someone" you explain.
"May I ask who? Maybe I can help you find the person" he offers, before swinging the towel over his shoulder.
"Yeah, his name is Angel, I-"
"Angel?! That means you must be y/n, right? The girl he keeps on talking about"
Your face immediately heats up at the thought of Angel talking about you to others, and before you can even recollect yourself, another voice speaks up.
"Y/n? Aye, you're Angel's girl?"
"Wait no, I'm not his g-" you try to bring out, but of course more people jump in.
"Yo, Gilly! Look, it's Angel's girl"
"No way, you actually exist?"
At this point, all you could do was sit there, letting them have their moment of realization, while feeling like disappearing from this earth.
"Listen, does any of you know if he's planning on coming, or did I just waste my time tonight"
"Nah, he's just running a little late, some things to take care of. I'm Coco, by the way" he sticks out a hand to introduce himself, and you can't help but laugh, as all the things Angel told you about him came back up.
He gives you a funny look, but you just shake your head. "It's nice to meet you".
After a while there's still no sign of Angel, but his friends seem sure about him showing up, so you're giving him the benefit of the doubt.
The guys turned out to be great company, as they told you all kinds of embarrassing stories about Angel.
"I swear, he turned into a fucking fountain of puke, shit went everywhere"
At this point you were dying with laughter, and too eager to use all of this against him. Taking in a couple of breaths, you get get yourself together.
"That's not even all, ma. Let me tell you about the time he-"
The sound of loud screaming caught everyone off guard, and you're quick to turn around. With all the people hurrying out the doors, it was hard to see what was going on.
The only words you could make out were 'Riz' and 'shot', which was enough to send your body into panic mode. You look like a damsel in distress, as the men rush over to the source of it all.
Deciding to follow them, you try to get a peek of whatever was happening, but you wish you hadn't. You're met with the sight of a man, clutching onto his bleeding leg. You might not be a nurse, but it was obvious that the bullet was dangerously close to his femoral artery.
You were searching the crowd, which now consisted of the members of the club only. Was this a sign that you shouldn't be here, that you should run for the hills? Probably. But you knew the guy on the table needed help, and it didn't look there were any doctors around.
Time was ticking, and you're gaze switched from the bleeding guy, towards the exit, and back to bleeding guy. All of a sudden, you were hit by what felt like a shot of adrenaline going through your body. Fuck it.
You empty your purse on the table, rummage through all of your unnecessary belongings, before finally finding your hand sanitizer. After you've disinfected your hands, you run over towards the panicking group op men, earning yourself some confused looks.
"We need to try to stop the bleeding until we get you some help" you try to sound calm, but your trembling hands tell another story.
"I'm trying! It just keeps pouring" of the men who was pressing a cloth against the wound, told you.
All eyes were on you, which only made your anxiety spike even higher than it already was. Out of nowhere, an idea pops into your head. You didn't know where you got the courage to do this, but you remove the cloth, and do something you never thought you would.
You stick your finger inside the wound.
The pressure of your finger causes the bleeding to stop, and the room quiets down. You try the ignore the nauseating feeling, as throwing up right now would'nt be the best idea.
"Fuck, it actually worked. Are you a doctor or something?" The older man with a tag that said 'Presidente', asked you.
"No, I just spend a lot of my time watching tv show's. Please tell me there are professionals on their way"
"Yeah, they should be here any minute now. Who are you?" He shoots you a puzzled look, trying to figure out if he’s ever seen you around here before.
"My name's-"
"Y/n?!"
You turn your head at the all too familiar voice, your heart already pounding in your chest. No words seem to form, as you're too busy taking all of him in. Even with cuts and bruises covering his face, he was undeniably handsome. Scratch that, he looked insanely hot, and the butterflies inside your belly were the proof of that.
There he was, and there you were. A mere distance of 6 feet between your two bodies, a distance filled with both disbelief and intensity.
Both of you hold each other’s stare, almost afraid of losing it if you don’t.
The sound of some painful groaning pulls you back to reality, the reality of whatever it was that you were in, right now. Your eyes fall onto Angel once more, and he quickly picks up on the change of expression in your face.
"Hi" you place your free hand on your hip, while raising an eyebrow. "You're a little late, don't you think?"
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Wrong number
Pairing: Angel Reyes x reader
Warnings: besides the slight mentioning of getting rid of a body (not literally), none!
A/n: I changed the idea of this story like a hundred times, my bad👀
Word count: 1019
After listening to a 15 minute lecture from your boss, which consisted of him criticizing every little thing you did, you knew you needed to find someone to vent to.
As you pull out your phone, you quickly realize your friend had a new number, which you had put into your contacts last night, after a glass of wine or two.
📱”I’m so fucking done with this bald, wrinkly, old ass man I have to call my ‘boss’. I swear to god, I might commit a murder.”
📲“Damn. Just remember, it’s better to burn the body, than to bury it.”
Raising an eyebrow at your friend’s response, you can’t help but double check the text. You definitely expected her to tell you to ‘calm down’ or to ‘think positive thoughts’, not give you tips.
📱”Aren’t you supposed to talk me out of it, as my friend?”
📲“As your friend? Yeah. But as the stranger you’re texting right now, not so much”
It takes you a moment, but your body is quick to switch from confused, to horrified. Not only did you save the wrong number, but you texted a complete stranger about wanting to murder someone.
📱“Oh my god, I must’ve messed up one of the digits, I’m so sorry. Also, I’m not a sociopath, I swear!”
📲“Nah it’s all good. So what did he do?”
📱“Who?”
📲“Your bald, wrinkly old ass of a boss”
Let’s just say you spent the entire evening talking to someone about your god-awful day, and if you’re being honest, it felt nice. Sure, you didn’t know him, but that’s the great part about it all. There wasn’t any judgement, or even any embarrassment. Just two strangers, talking about their usual shitty problems.
Apparently, it was something the both of you needed. Which might be the reason the two of you were still going at it, a week later.
📱“No he didn’t! I would’ve totally beat his ass up, seriously!”
📲“Trust me, I was tempted. But he’s just a dumb ass, he can’t help it. His mother dropped him on his head when he was a baby”
📱“Jesus Angel. And which brother was this? Coco or Gilly?”
📲“Coco, but don’t get me started on Gilly today”
📱“You’re going to take him to the cage?”
📲“Stop saying it like it’s a sexual thing.”
As time progressed, you were starting to enjoy Angel’s company more and more, even if it was by just a simple message back and forth. There hasn’t been a single day where the two of you hadn’t texted to each other, which resulted in Angel deciding he wanted to take things a step forward.
📲”Can I call you?”
You stare at the notification for a good minute, too nervous to even open it. A part of you was insanely curious about what he might sound like, or if he sounds even remotely similar as how you had imagined him to. But what if things got awkward or uncomfortable? You can’t just leave the person you’re calling with on ‘read’ whenever you don’t know what to say.
A thousand scenarios run through your mind, but you decide to leave those behind and just go for it. If the conversations you had were going great before, it should go just fine now.
📱”Sure.”
A minute passes while you’re sitting on your bed, fidgeting with your fingers as you wait. The feeling of doubt is about to set in, bit before it has a chance to do so, your phone starts ringing.
You take in a deep breath, gathering all your nerves, not wanting your voice to match the way you were feeling, before picking up.
“Hi” you manage to bring out, already cringing at the way that came out.
“So that’s what you sound like, querida”
A hand covers your mouth, trying to keep yourself from squealing at the sound of his deep voice and the familiar petname.
“Damn, it’s a little quiet over there. Not what you expected?” He asks you.
“No, I mean yes- I just” a train of rambling leaves your mouth, causing laughter from the other side of the phone.
“You just what? Didn’t expect me to sound this hot? I get that all the time, don’t worry”
You roll your eyes at the cockiness in his voice, but you can’t stop yourself from laughing.
“Easy there, just because you sound hot doesn’t mean you are hot.”
“Of course it does. I’ve never seen your face, but I know you look good”
“That doesn’t even make any sense! How would you even know that?”
“I'm like a babe magnet, that’s how”
”God you're lucky. I'm more of a 'dumbass' magnet, they just keep coming”
“Shit, it's a good thing I arrived th-" he stops his sentence, letting your words sink in. “Hold up, you’re talking about me?!”
Throughout the entire call, you’re a smiling and giggling mess. All your fear had been for nothing, as Angel turned out to be the most spontaneous person you’ve ever met. Even when the conversation fell silent, he found something random to talk about.
“There’s actually something I’ve been meaning to ask you, but don’t feel pressured to say yes, alright?” He starts, and you feel like you know where this is going.
“I’m not sending you nudes”
“Wh- what? No, that’s not-“ you laugh at his panicking, resulting in Angel mocking your laughter.
“I’m sorry, go ahead” your laughter dies down, allowing Angel to ask you whatever it was he wanted to ask.
“So there’s this party at the clubhouse, the one I told you about, and I was wondering if you wanted to come. Again, you don’t have to say yes, It’s just that I really enjoy talking to you, and I would love to do it in person sometime”
The line is silent for a moment, and you could swear Angel heard your heart racing through the phone.
“When is it?”
“It’s this saturday at 10, but again, if you don’t want to come it’s okay, really-“ Angel tries to reassure you, but you cut him off.
“I’ll be there.”
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Yo Te Quiero Chapter 5
Angel Reyes x OC
Warnings: swearing, use of the words daddy/papi (not sexual)
a/n: This picks up right where the last chapter left off. I’m slow burning the hell out of this shit, I KNOW lol but I promise next chapter is definitely steamy and you’ll be seeing some major things happen👀
Photo cred: Clayton Cardenas FB/ google image
I’m lacking some creative juices and serious motivation lately. Work has been fucking me up.... anyway, I have a song in mind that I want to write an Angel fic about... but I just can’t fathom sitting down to write it bc I’m so ...... blan inside lately.
Where are my Angel babies at?!!! Anyone?! ❤️
@starrynite7114 any ideas on how to set this up or get my juices flowing ? 🥺
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Remind Me (1/?)
EZ Reyes x OC (Aanya Reyes)
Request by @noz4a2: Ez & oc are married 2 years, Ez leaves on a run and while he’s gone oc gets into a bad car accident, she almost dies. Instead she is in a coma for 6 months. During that 6 month time Ez goes everyday or as much as he can, reads to her from her favorite book, etc. After 6 months she finally wakes up, but has retrograde amnesia & doesn’t know who Ez is or their life together. So he is determined to help her get her memory back and goes about wooing her again.
Warnings: car accidents
Word Count: 2.3k
A/N: I got this request a long time ago and I have been thinking about it ever since, just trying to figure out how to go about writing it properly. This is just the first chapter and I wanted to build up my OC a little bit. Hope you guys enjoy, and stay tuned for more because we are just getting started!
EZ Taglist: @ly–canthrope @queenbeered @sincerelyasomebody @sadeyesgf @thesandbeneathmytoes @appropriate-writers-name @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @multiyfandomgirl40 @sillygoose6969 @louisianalady @gemini0410 @paintballkid711 @chibsytelford @yourwonkywriter @sesamepancakes @mayans-sauce @behindmyeyes-insidemyhead @plentyoffandoms @georgiaaintnopeach @twistnet (If you want to be tagged in future chapters of this fic or any of my other writing please let me know and I’ll totally add you to the list! xo)
Omgggg my hearts already clenching !! Can you please tag me in this?
Hey love! Can you send me the link for nanny part 7? I tried searching for it but it doesn’t come up.
Hi! Yes I got you boo ❤️
https://samcrobae.tumblr.com/post/621509401650544640/nanny-part-7
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Things I wanna see less of in season three of Mayans Mc.
- The Reyes brothers sleeping in their jeans.
- Em*ly Th*mas.
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wrapping (angel reyes)
A/N: Three days till Christmas! How were finals for you all? Christmas shopping all done? I just have two more people on my list and I should be good to go. This year has been tolling, but I’m glad it is almost over. I wanted to let you all know that you’ve made this extremely difficult year so much more bearable. I hope I was able to help some especially with quarantine and all. It’s been tolling on us all but I want to let you all know that we’ve got this and you’re not alone. Please don’t ever hesitate to message me for anything, silly jokes, conversations, etc.
I’m going to post mostly holiday stories till after Christmas. I will update Roommates and the EZ request will be posted! I know I don’t update as quick as I should, but I’m trying! <3
Hope you all enjoy this story!
Shoutout: This is for @blackmissfrizzle! I still owe her one more for her birthday, but we were shooting the shit as we always do, being one another’s second brain and this idea popped up as I was struggling with wrapping Christmas presents. To my second brain, I love you, do not know how we got as close as we did, I am forever thankful. You are evil, but I love nonetheless.
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Masterlist
Word count: 2171
Warnings: Fluff, mild sexual situation (hand job, fingering), Does Angel count as a warning?
CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL GIF MAKER!
Two of Hearts, Part III
Part 2 can be found here: https://samcrobae.tumblr.com/post/637870420669939713/two-of-hearts-part-ii
A/N: credit to original gif creator . It’s a long one. But our reward is at the end. Stay with me ❤️
4 loud knocks to your front door startle you off the couch as you were sat watching The Vampire Diaries. You look through the peephole and see EZ on the other side of your door, hands gripping the sides of his kutte.
“Ezekiel...” you defensively cross your arms across your chest, unsure how to feel now that you’re face to face with him again.
“Y/N... please, can we talk?”
You look at your feet and slowly nod your head, opening the door further, allowing him to step inside.
You sat on the couch, and he sat on the ottoman in front of you.
“Y/N... I don’t really know where to start here... but-" he began.
“Where were you?” You blankly blurt out.
“Stockton. Look, baby...let me just start from the beginning-" EZ reaches over to you and takes your hand in his, but you pull away.
“Why?”
Putting his head down in defeat, he fumbled with his fingers. He sucked in a breath before letting it go and explaining. “I was following a lead... I had been doing research on the guy that killed my mom... I found Him. I needed answers. I needed to know.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You felt the tears beginning to sting your eyes, but fought to hard to keep them at bay. “Why did you go alone?”
“If I had told you, would you have let me go alone?” EZ’s jaw clenched.
“Why didn’t you tell Angel? He would have wanted to be there..”
“I needed to go alone. Angel has too much going on with the MC, I mean I’m pretty much dead to them now I’m sure, but this was personal. Club would have made him pick. I needed to go alone.”
“EZ, Angel is your brother! Marisol was his mom too! You made a decision that he should have had a say in too. That’s not fair!” You voice was now raised and you were angry. You were angry he didn’t tell you, angry he went alone, but you were even more angry that he didn’t include Angel.
“Listen Y/N I’m trying here alright? Since when do you care about Angel’s feelings so much? I’m here. I’m back now. I want you to understand why I did what I did. I want this. Us.”
There go his stupid hands again reaching for yours. You pull them away and stand up, frustratingly running your hands through your hair.
“Ezekiel....There’s no US.” Dammit the tears. They were free flowing and there was nothing you could do to stop them.
EZ stood up and walked toward you, his arms reaching for your waist, but your hands moved his away before he found it. “Y/N... what? I love you, you love me. Can’t we just make this work?”
“I love you Ezekiel... but it’s not enough, is it?”
“Wh—" it was his turn to fight back the tears, “what do you mean?”
“My love wasn’t enough. I loved you. And you left. And I get it EZ, you had to do this for you. But what about me? I spent 4 months drinking away my sorrow, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t sleep, I was afraid to be left alone with my thoughts because it all came back to you. There’s no us.”
You walked toward the front door and held it open, EZ slowly approaching.
“You said loved. Past tense.” He grimaces as he repeats your words.
“Bye Ezekiel.”
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EZ sped into the clubhouse parking lot, knowing full well the rest of the Mayan men would be there. This was the first time he was showing his face there in 8 long months. He didn’t care, he was seeing red.
He put his bike in park and swung the clubhouse doors open. Silence fell over the clubhouse at his reappearance, but didn’t last long as he made a run straight to Angel, shoving him hard against the wall.
“What the fuck did you do Angel?!!! What the fuck did you say to her?!”
Angel caught himself and quickly wound up, shoving EZ to the ground. Before it could go any further Bishop and Tranq were there to break it up.
“What the fuck is going on!!” Bishop shouted.
“I don’t know let’s ask Angel. Y/N doesn’t want anything to do with me but seems to care so badly about Angel and his feelings. So tell us big brother, what the fuck is going on?”
Gilly looked over at Coco, Coco intently staring back and forth between the brothers. With a breath of shock Gilly mumbled out “yeah. It’s a thing.”
Angel narrowed his eyes at his brother, trying to maintain his composure. What he really wanted to do was beat the shit out of him for breaking you the way he did.
“Oh boo fuckin hoo Ez, your girlfriend doesn’t want anything to do with you,” suddenly realization hit Angel. “Did you go see her? You talked to her?”
“Yeah Angel I talked to her. And she seemed to care more about the fact that I left you. Not her. What the fuck did you say to her? Did you fuck her that night I came home? You were coming out of my bedroom. Did you fuck my girl bro?”
“No, no one fucked anyone. Can you blame her for wanting nothing to do with you? You fuckin left her. No heads up, no explanation, you broke her Ezekiel! You didn’t see the way she cried every night, the way she fuckin doubted herself, you made her feel like she wasn’t enough man. And who was left to pick up the pieces huh? US. Your fuckin brothers!! Who was left to pick her up off the floor when she was too drunk to walk ? ME. I took care of her. I spent her birthday with her. I held her when she cried, FOR YOU. So yeah she wants nothing to do with you now, maybe she fuckin realized you ain’t shit. You didn’t love her.” Angels eyes were wild and his nostrils flared as he was inches away from his brothers face.
EZ smirked back at him, “that’s cute Angel you’re in love with her. She’ll never fuckin love you the way you need her to. Remember, she ain’t yours brother”.
Angel nodded his head and looked at the rest of the Mayan men, ready to throw shit down if it came to that. “You’re right...I didn’t fuck her. Man did I fucking want to. I’d be lying to your face if I said I wanted nothing more that night than to feel her pussy wrap around me... but I couldn’t bring myself to do it, because I would have been too ashamed of myself for letting that happen with my brothers girl but by the sounds of it, she ain’t yours anymore. Nah she ain’t my girl. Because if she was, I would have never left.”
Bishop nudged Coco in his side as he watched the argument unfold, “wait- Y/N? This is all because of Y/N? What the fuck is going on?”
Coco pursed his lips into a thin line, his eyes never leaving the brothers before him, “I don’t man, it s a whole fuckin thing.”
Before anyone could process what was happening EZ delivered a quick blow to Angels left cheek, causing him to stumble back. Once he had Angel backed into a wall he punched him again, landing a punch to his eye.
Bishop stood over them, “alright break this shit up. Take it the fuck away from here. This shit is personal. It doesn’t enter these fuckin doors. Go home Angel. EZ, get the fuck outta here . Come back tomorrow we gotta clear some shit up.”
Angel moves past Bishop, and Bishop put a hand to Angels chest stopping him in his tracks. “I fuckin mean it- go home shithead. Your home. Not Y/N’s. You love her?”
Angel looked back at Bishop, jaw slightly open.
“I need to know how to approach this shit with the prospect tomorrow. Do you love her?”
Angel had a faint glint of sorrow in his eyes but he couldn’t lie to Bishop. He slowly nods his head yes and Bishop releases his hold on him. He nods his head back in understanding and Angel walked out of the clubhouse.
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You were half a bottle of wine down when you heard two pounds of your front door. Jesus Christ what now?
You assume it’s EZ again and you swiftly open the door, “EZ leave it alone——Angel.”
He turned to face you, the bruises on his face now apparent.
“Angel what the fuck happened ?!” You usher him inside and shut the door behind you. As soon as you were in your living room you took his face in your hands, examining the black eye and cut to this lip.
He placed his hands on your wrists and held them. “I’m fine querida don’t worry.. just let me say this okay? I practiced this the whole way here and I need to say it before I fuck it up.”
You slightly furrow your brows but nod your head.
“When EZ left I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. I didn’t know if I would ever see my brother again. But for some reason I felt was my duty to see you. Take care of you. Make sure you were okay. We spent so much fuckin time together that I missed you when you weren’t around.”
Fuck. You knew where this was going and you needed to put a stop to it before he said anything else. You were already a mess. No need to add to it. But your voice wasn’t working and you couldn’t bring yourself to make him stop talking. Angel never talked about his feelings, and he was so genuine in the way he talked.
“Then we spent your birthday together, thanksgiving, we had movie nights, the way it felt when you laid your head against me was unlike anything I have ever felt and I never wanted those moments to end. And then my birthday. And then Christmas. Somewhere along the way I found myself thinking about you every single day. And you make me so fuckin happy like when I’m with you, it’s just so easy. And I think... I think that I love you, right ? and it fuckin scares me. That shit scares the shit out of me because I don’t know how to love anyone. And I don’t know if you love me too but I needed to tell you this. And if that means taking more fuckin punches from my brother then so be it because you’re fucking worth it. You’re incredible mami.”
The tears were back. Why couldn’t these men just leave you alone? But wait- more punches from his brother? Is that where those bruises came from? What happened to him tonight?
“Angel.... I... is that what happened to you? Did EZ do this to you? Why?”
He tried to be non-chalant in his answer to you but you could tell it bothered him. “Nahhhh.... you know I just told him how if you were mine I would have never left. That’s all.”
You let out a breath and a slight smirk. You don’t know if it was the after effects from the 2nd bottle of wine you opened after EZ left your house just a few hours before or if it was because the man in front of you just confessed his love for you but you pulled him by his kutte and slammed your lips into his. He stood frozen in place for a minute but when he settled, he fell perfectly in line with your movements. His hands found their way to your hips and he pulled you flush against him, digging into the skin and it hurt in the most delicious way.
You sighed into his lips, his tongue snaking out to skim your bottom lip and you granted him entrance, his tongue sinfully exploring your mouth and he moaned into the kiss. You backed him into the couch and when his legs met the front of it, he sat and pulled you with him. You were straddling him, his hands on your waist and yours in his hair gently tugging and your nails occasionally grazing the back of his neck.
His lips left yours and began their assault on your neck, your breath heavy and eyes slightly hooded as goosebumps graced your skin. The way his lips felt on you was heavenly and when he roughly sucked on the skin you let out a small moan. His lips found yours again and this time the kiss was feverish, hungry, and possessive. You broke the kiss, needing to come up for air and rested your forehead on his. He bit down on his bottom lip and groaned.
“Are you okay?” He asked, trying to catch his breath.
You smiled and nodded your head, “yeah, I’m fine. I just... I love you Angel.” Your bring your hand up to his cheek and he leans into your touch.
“Say it again.”
“I love you Angel.”
“Mmmm again. Just one more time.”
You let out a small laugh and kiss his lips. “I love you Angel Ignacio Reyes.”
“And I love the way you say my name...”he leaned in and kissed along your collar bone, gently biting at the skin as he went. His hands snaked their way up the back of your oversized tshirt and to his surprise you weren’t wearing a bra. Your hands came up to the hems of your shirt and lifted the fabric up and over your head, your nipples now erect from the cool air in the room, centimeters from Angel’s lips.
He needed no coaxing or further instruction as his lips latched onto your right nipple, his hand coming up to play with the other and you let your head fall back as your skin lit on fire. He gently rolled your nipples between his teeth, alternating between the two and he sucked hard on the skin of your breasts, possessively leaving his mark.
You could feel the bulge in his pants through the thin fabric of your biker shorts and you began grinding your hips over him, the friction practically begging to allow you to come undone.
“Come on, bedroom.” You let out between shaky breaths and moans and he stood up, carrying you with him, your legs wrapped around his waist. When you made it to your bedroom, he laid you on the bed, hovered over you and kissed you again.
“Are you sure?” He asked as he hovered over you stuck in place, patiently awaiting your reply. He knew you were on the fence with your emotions and your interaction with EZ probably made things worse but on the other hand he was so in love with you and there was nothing he wanted more than this very moment.
“Yes, I’m sure.” He came back for another assault on your neck, working his way down gently sucking and kissing at every piece of available skin. His fingers hooked into the waist band of your shorts and panties and both came off quickly and were discarded over his shoulder. He continued to kiss and suck down your tummy, your things, and then he spread your legs open and crudely exposed your center to him.
But it didn’t feel crude, in fact, it was gentle and romantic, and sexy. The dark gleam in his eye a now very obvious contrast to the tenderness that shown in them just a few minutes before. He pulled his shirt over his head and laid in front of you, his lips so close to your pussy you could feel his breath on you.
“One rule mami, don’t hold back on me. I wanna hear you. Tell me how good I make you feel. If I don’t hear you, you don’t cum.”
What the fuck did he just say? What happened to the romantic and soft things he was saying earlier? You were on overdrive, it’s been months since you had been with anyone, and you could have cum right there from his words alone. You didn’t have much time to register his words because you were snapped back to reality by his tongue licking up and down your folds.
When he reached your clit he suctioned his lips and began to gently suck, flicking his tongue across your sensitive bud, then slid a finger into you.
“Angel..... fuck....”
Your legs began to shake and you no longer had control of your breathing. His tongue flattened and his free hand came up to hold your hips in place, you grinding against his tongue.
His hair had fallen into his face, but he didn’t seem to care, his only concern was to make you feel good, make you say his name over and over and over again.
“Such a good girl... fuck your self on my tongue mami..”
“I’m gonna cum Angel ..... oh my god....” your back arched off your bed and you swear your soul left your body. You chanted his name like it was the holy grail and never once did he let up.
“I need to fuck you. You gonna let me?”
You barely registered what was happening you were were still coming down from your high and nodded your head yes.
He gripped your chin in his hand, “no mami that ain’t good enough. I need you to tell me it’s okay that I fuck you. Is that what you want?”
His hand came down to slap your pussy twice and you let out a moan followed by “yes, please fuck me.”
He stood up and removed his belt, jeans, and briefs before getting back on the bed. He spread your legs with his knee and kissed you again while he ran his dick over you clit, making you moan again into his mouth. In one Swift motion, he was inside you. You let out a gasp at the sudden fullness and he stilled himself for a second, allowing you to adjust to him. He was big. He was thick and the stretch burned but you loved it. Pleasure soon took over and you rocked your hips against his indicating it was okay for him to move.
He began to thrust in and out of you and listened to you moan with each thrust. You wanted to hold out longer, enjoy this much longer but your body was betraying you and you felt a pull in your belly and your walls involuntarily clenched around him.
“It’s okay baby, I got you. Cum.” He rubbed Slow, lazy circles over your clit and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
“Please don’t stop Daddy.. please....just like that.”
You eyes shot open at the realization you had just called him Daddy. He locked eyes with you and a devilish grin flashed across his face.
He brought his hand to your throat and squeezed, a playful smile coming to your lips and he thrusted into you much harder this time.
“Be a good girl and cum on daddy’s dick mami.. I know youre close I can feel it. Give daddy what he wants.”
Your hands were gripping at your sheets and your body was slick with sweat as another wave of pleasure washed over you.
“AngelAngelAngelllll......”
He leaned his head into the crook of your neck and sucked the skin again, his hand coming to intertwine with yours.
“I know baby... I got you..”
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Coco pulled up to your house and his suspicion was confirmed. Angel was here. When Angel didn’t come home to the house he shared with Coco after the fight with EZ he could only assume he would find him here.
“Dammit.” He muttered to himself. He leaned forward and dig through his glove compartment for your spare key. Only two people had a key to your house — emergency purposes. Angel and Coco.
He knocked on the door but there was no answer. He knocked again but nothing. Sighing, he put the key into the lock and turned the knob, letting himself in.
Looking into the empty kitchen and dining room then making his way into the living room. He thought he heard the faint sounds of a bed smacking into the wall, he’s fucked before, he knows that sound anywhere, but he ignored it.
“Angel?” He called but no answer.
He stopped when he spotted a tshirt thrown onto the floor and that’s when he heard it. The distinct sounds of moans filling the house. He followed the sound and stood outside your door.
“Such a good girl taking daddy’s cock aren’t you... keep bouncing that ass like that.. fuck it’s so good...”
Coco tried his best to contain his laughter, but more importantly, things just got a lot more complicated.
He went back to the living room and made himself comfortable. He waited until the moaning subsided and the bed stopped creaking. He stood up and made his way down the hall, opening the door with no warning.
“Hey lovebirds.” He pulled up the chair that was at your desk and sat on it, you and Angel throwing blankets over yourselves.
“Are you fuckin kidding me man?!” Angel spoke first.
“Wassup Y/N, relax, I heard the whole thing it’s okay. We got bigger problems mano. Bishop talked to the prospect. Got some info on your mom. The guy who killed her. You didn’t come home so figured I’d find you here and tell you.”
Angel looked back at you, then back at Coco.
You kissed his cheek , “it’s okay, go. I’ll be here when you’re done. I love you”.
He kissed your cheek and got up, wrapping a sheet around his hips. “I love you too”.
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