Request from @bishopslosawife: What if one of the Mayans’ S/O was an NFR professional barrel rider from the south? Like S/O plans a trail ride for everyone to get them to relax and someone recognizes her and asks her to show off her moves? Maybe S/O has a horse boarding at the stable?
Word Count: 4.3k
A/N: (Sorry if this is the second time you’re seeing this fic! I’ve had some issues with posts disappearing from my blog and the tags and I’m trying to get everything back on track haha.) I know we talked about this fic forever ago, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since lol. We threw around a lot of ideas and I tried to fit as many into this fic as possible without it feeling cluttered. Also, I know this is technically an Angel fic, but we get to see a lot of our boys in this story. Hope you enjoy! xo
❝ request by @supervalcsi: Hello love!! I am once again thirsting for Bishop, so what do you think about this prompt: “You should have run away from me the second we met.” with El Presidente?? The trailer is already killing me I don’t know what I am gonna do with the actual show?! Anyway, Thank you so much love!! I love you!!! 💕💖💕
❝ words: about 600.
❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!
Warnings: SMUT, some fingering, unprotected intercourse, mentioning of bodily fluids and very light choking.
A/n: I am in NO WAY a poet, nor do I know how to write an actual poem. I didn’t want to just copy anything from google, so I made up something random. I just liked the idea, don’t come for me, lmao! 🥺🤣
Morning’s with Ez were something you’ve always enjoyed most. The quiet and serene comfort of the room had a way of affecting the both of you, and today was no different.
The two of you are laying in bed, bodies pulled flush against each other, with Ez placing soft kisses against your neck. One of his hands snake between your legs, reaching up further and further, before finally reaching his favorite place. His thumb starts rubbing slow, and soft circles around your throbbing clit, causing a soft moan to leave your lips.
“Baby” you gasp, and you could feel your nipples harden at the sensation, something Ez notices just as quick.
He positions his body a little more down, wasting no time to start kissing and sucking on your sensitive buds. He takes his sweet time,, giving both the equel amount of attention, before moving back up again.
“I wrote a poem for you, you know”
Your eyes met his immediately, a hint of excitement present in them. This was his form of intimacy, and it never failed to make you feel absolutely warm inside.
“I could read it to you, but-” two of his digits make their way into your soaked walls, and you can’t help but let out a desperate whine. “You sound like you’re waiting for something else”
And you were. His touches were like magic, always driving you insane. But here’s the thing, so did his words. So why pick just one?
“How about both?” You ask him, and a big grin spreads across his face.
“Is that what you want? For me to fuck you while reciting my poem?” He kisses your neck again, and you can feel him smile against your skin as you nod.
“The universe became desperate,”
His fingers slid out of you, and you watch as he brings them up to his mouth, sucking them clean. You could feel his hard member sitting against your leg, almost as if it was teasing you.
“As she kept creating stars, yet you managed to outshine every single one of them.”
He moves his hips towards yours, his cock gently sliding back and forth against your folds, before entering you almost painfully slow. Your breath gets caught in your throat, and you grab onto Ez broad shoulders for support.
“As she kept creating flowers, yet even the most vibrant dahlia’s we’re plucked, just to be used as proof of your beauty.”
He slides in completely, a low groan coming from his lips at the tightening feeling around his cock. Ez doesn’t move at first, but instead looks at you, admiring every inch of your face.
You dig your nails into his skin, wanting, needing him to move. He let’s out a soft hiss at the feeling, before moving out of you entirely. You’re about to complain, but Ez is quick to slam himself inside of you again, causing you let out a loud scream.
“As she kept creating ocean’s, yet you were calmer and in the possession of so much more strength than every wave that were to wash over you”
His large hand wraps around your throat, and he applies just the slightest bit of pressure. He holds your head in place, while he thrusts inside of you with a fast pace. You cry out his name with every thrust, as he hits your sweet spot over and over again. Your legs wrap around his waist, allowing him even deeper.
“As she kept creating oxygen, yet there you were, your presence alone, leaving entire cities, completely breathless.”
The room that was so calm and quiet just a moment ago, now filled with the sound of loud moans, and the sound of slapping skin.
“So she created me, a love for you, as an offer of peace, in the hopes of you granting the world some mercy. It seemed like a great idea,”
His fingers sneak down between your bodies, and he starts rubbing against your clit roughly. Everything becomes too much, and judging by the way Ez’s thrust become sloppier by the second, he’s just as close.
Your close your eyes for a moment, but they’re opened just as quick once you feel his hand tighten around your throat. The action sends that all too familiar, delicious feeling through your body. Your walls clench around his cock, and he makes sure to fuck you through your orgasm, before finally reaching his own.
With a loud grunt, he buries himself deep inside you once last time, before painting your walls with every single drop of his hot seed. He collapses on top of you, both of you coming down from your high, his head on your chest.
“Yet little did she know, you were already the world to me.”
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BIIITTTCCCHHH!!! Y’all see the way he smacked her ass and his tongue!!! I was already planning to watch but gotDAMN!!!!😧
@chaneajoyyy Giiiiirl that tongue in the 3rd gif is giving me alllll the business right now! I freaking hate/love Andra Day for being the recipient of it! I jus- I mean- I am just speechless right now this man too damn fine! 🥵🍫😭
Messy monday + ez Reyes + cockwarming is my dream I won’t lie
You……are a genius. 🥵
You’ll be sitting on the couch waiting for him to get back home. He texted saying he had a tough time with the club and he just needed you.
You’re in just a bra and panties. Ready to help him clear his mind. Waiting…you hear his bike approach and your stomach flutters ready for him to use you any way he wanted.
He walks in and sees you and his face instantly lights up. Yours does the same. He sits with you and tells you how much he missed you. You start to pepper kisses across his face and grind on his lap.
He’ll take off his kutte. And place it next to him. Take your bra off slowly as his calloused hands trace your breasts. Gently cupping them and then roughly pinching your nipples.
You hiss at the pain and pleasure and he smirks at you. “You tease.” You take his hand then kiss his knuckles. “I’ll show you just how much of a tease I can be.” He replies.
He pulls himself out of his jeans and pushes your panties to the side then slowly glides inside of you. You moan at him being so deep and filling you up so perfectly.
“Sometimes I forget just how good you take my dick,sweetheart.” You try to move your hips,needing the friction needing anything.
His hands go to your waist holding you still. Before his thumb slides over your clit repeatedly. “Ez,fucking move.” You beg as your hands grab his thick shoulders. Your walls tightening around him while getting wetter and wetter.
“Nah,baby. I’m a tease ,remember?” He removes his thumb and takes his kutte draping it over your shoulders.
“That’s a sight I’ll never get tired of seeing. You full of my dick and wearing my kutte.” He bucks his hips slightly ,wanting a reaction from you. Only slight whimpers leaving your lips. You just wanted him to fuck you already but he was enjoying this teasing.
“Ez..please I want you. Just fuck me already,please.” You beg again and he scoffs.
“Patience, baby.” He kisses your forehead then trails his finger tips down the side of your face and neck,where he gently squeezes before continuing down your arm.He glides his hand down the sides of your body before grabbing your waist roughly and just as you think he’s finally about to fuck you he starts to recite your favorite poem in that velvety voice of his.
The contrast of his soft romantic words in your ear while his hard dick is deep in you hitting all the right spots,even without moving. Your slick on thighs while he traces your hip with his thumb…you whimper as he smirks proudly to himself.
A/N- This is purely self indulgent fic that I had to write and get out my head. Y’all know I love me some Pablo and it’s been way too long since I’ve written a full fic on him so I lowkey did a bit much lol… Although this might be one of my favorite things I’ve written this was also stressful af to write since writers blocked kicked my ass and smushed my brain to smithereens in the middle of writing this. But now since I’ve gotten past that I was finally able to finish it and I can only hope it’s as great as I imagine it is my head!
Summary- Pablo returns home and you two indulge in a very soft but sexual moment aka y’all try out cockwarming. 👀
Warnings- SOFTNESS!! Smut but its like soft smut…slight edging….oops. Language, adorable dorkyness.
WordCount- 2.6k.LMaoooooo told ya I did too much.Excuse any mistake,brain is mush!
✨As always, my stories are written with a Black/Latina/WOC reader in mind and are purely for fun.Enjoy!✨
*Here’sthe song I mentioned in case ya don’t know it. Its one of my favorites. 🥰*
‘Can’t take my eyes off of you’ by Frankie Valli plays throughout the speakers in the adorable, spacious but cozy home you share with Pablo. He returned early that morning after being away for months filming. He surprised you with flowers and about a dozen souvenirs he collected along the way during his travels. You immediately threw yourself against his toned chest and snuggled into your tall muscular handsome man, incredibly happy to finally have him home. It was now late in the evening and although you two had already made up for lost time multiple times throughout the day ,you still couldn’t get enough of each other. Tired sore muscles and hunger were the only reasons you two were separated now. Pablo decided to shower..alone this time while you chose to refuel with some snacks. He exited the shower and smiled to himself. He could hear you even through the closed bathroom door. “You’re just too good to be true, can’t my eyes off of you!” You loudly sang off key.
hello! how are you?? i was wondering if i could request where erik, y/n, and their friends went out partying and erik is all tough acting lmao. but then y/n passes out from how much she drank and erik immediately turns into a different person. but then she wakes up back at their house and his friends just make fun of him for being all sweet and soft to her?? thanks! :))
❝ request by @queenbeered: Dear Aurora, you gorgeous, amazing queen. I absolutely love your prompts list, so many fun ideas and I can’t wait to see what you come up with. Can I please request number one on your smut list with Hank? Need some big guy in my life. 😘😘😘
❝ prompt: “Friends? No, I don’t think so. Friends don’t know the way you taste”.
❝ words: about 1.2k.
❝ warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, mention of bodily fluids, language.
❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!
❝ request by anon: Hello beautiful ! How are you ? I hope you’re doing fine and I’m glad you’re feeling better. I wanted to request something for Riz if that’s ok with you? I really wanted to request an imagine but I’m out of ideas… maybe prompt 3 ? I love you and I hope you have a nice day 💕
❝ prompt: “come to bed”.
❝ words: about 600.
❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!
“Now I’m feelin’ mighty fine, got good music on my radio
Well, I’m feelin’ mighty fine. I got all that good music on my radio
I wanna kiss you, baby
While you’re standing ’neath the mistletoe.” Merry Christmas, Baby – Charles Brown
He idled in the driveway for a moment
before killing the engine. He gazed through the front window and could see the
commotion happening within. He steeled his nerves, preparing himself for what
he was about to walk into. She’d been gearing up for this, and he’d only just
barely held her back. Now that it was officially December, he knew he didn’t
have a leg to stand on. She’d waited patiently all November, and if he was
honest with himself, she deserved to celebrate.
She didn’t need her grumpy Old Man standing
in her way. With a deep inhale, he dismounted his Harley and clapped his helmet
down onto the side mirror. He stepped up
toward the house and had to take a beat before opening the door. He could hear
the music playing loud and seeping out through the closed front door. He held
back a grin and shook his head. She was a force to be reckoned with when she
had her mind made up. It was no wonder she ended up capturing his attention in
the first place.
You sighed at his plead. This was getting old very fast. Happy Lowman or the Tacoma Killer whatever he chooses to go by he was what you wanted. Call fatal attraction or whatever you wanted but soon you finally had him. You promised on the first night you guys hooked up that this would only be sex. Nothing else. But you knew you were lying to yourself when you started to feel sad whenever he would be gone in the morning. And how he would fall asleep immediately after finishing. Then the little things he would do whenever he would come over. If you were lucky he would watch a movie with you for a few minutes before jumping in. Sometimes he would help you clean because it was a personal thing that bothered him. But even then you could feel yourself falling for him.
“Fine. You can come over.”
“See you soon.”
It only took a call to be at your knees for him. You lay on your couch waiting from him to arrive as a movie played in the background. His motorcycle engine could be heard coming down the street as you sat up. He didn’t say much when he came in. Nothing but just immediately pulling you into a demanding kiss. You didn’t stop him as he guides you to the couch.
After he finished he held you against his chest and was staring off into the ceiling. Your hand caressing his smiley tattoos and enjoying how gentle he was afterwards.
“Fine. I just been thinking about us a lot.”
You took his words to heart. Does he want to stop seeing you? Are you annoying him?
“Did you want to talk about?”
He just mumbled something and dismissed it when he stood up. You covered your body with a blanket as he slipped on his oversized jeans. You felt sad whenever he left your side. Happy went to get a glass of water as you laid flat on the couch. He kept looking back at you but you soon just turned to have your back facing him. Happy said nothing but mindlessly cleaned your kitchen to keep his mind of things. You couldn’t but help as a tear shed. Happy must not want you anymore.
“If you don’t want me anymore then just leave.”
“I do want you.”
“Then stop acting like you don’t care! Stop using me just for sex! I’m more than that Happy! If you want me then actually show me you care! Until then leave me alone!”
Happy didn’t say anything but get dressed. You quietly stood and went to your bedroom to feel comfort. However Happy didn’t even say bye as you heard your door slam shut.
A whole week already passed. No contact since that night with Happy. It still hurt but all you could do was find distractions. You had gotten convinced by a cowork to go to a party in town. You hesitated when you heard it was a SAMCRO party but thought who cares. You were at your house getting ready and deciding on what to wear while calling your friend.
“It’s hard to choose what to wear.”
“Just wear something really revealing and tight to get those sexy bikers attention.”
“Got it. Just be a whore.”
You both laughed a bit as you picked out the perfect outfit. As you were still in the middle of a conversation with your friend, a loud knock came to your door that made you jump.
“I’ll meet you at the party okay. Someone’s at the door.”
“Alright see ya there!”
You hung up the phone and approached the door wearing your robe. You went to the door and assumed it was the mail but when you opened the door, it was Happy. But not only that he was oddly holding flowers. And was that a jewelry box?
“Uh what are you doing here?”
“You’re not going to that party.”
Before you could object Happy pushed his way into your home and watched him lock your door.
“What’s wrong with you? It’s not like you cared before so why now?”
“Because you’re fucking mine. And I’m not letting all those other men drool over you.”
“Oh yeah? I’m yours but who said I wanted that?”
“I do because I can’t live without you woman. Do you not see these things? I’ve never bought flowers for no one except my mom. Let alone jewlery.”
“It takes more than that Happy. If you want to tell me something then use your words.”
Happy sighed as he rubbed his face. This was tearing him up. Call it cruel if you want but he needed to feel some anguish.
“I love you alright.”
“Yes I do.”
“You promise to not only call me late?”
“Introduce me to the club?”
“Shit I promise you anything alright woman! You know how hard this is for me!”
“Okay I’ll stop. But you do deserve it for being a dick earlier.”
Happy just shook his head as you approached him and wrapped your arms around him. He gave a dirty look as you tried to be sweet and kiss his cheek.
“These flowers are really nice.”
“You still going to the party?”
“Hmm I’m not sure. You might have to convince me to stay.”
“You’re really asking for it now little girl.”
You giggled as he roughly held your hips against his body.
Requested by @vicmackeybullshxt : I don’t know what to suggest for Medina because all I can think of is the normal tropey stuff. I just want to see him happy with good food and getting lots of cuddles. He deserves so much better.
a/n: Went a little different with this one. There’s not much we really know about Medina, but I fully believe this is how he’d be. I cheated a TINY bit and where Medina was lacking, I filled him with bits/pieces of Celestino. I THOROUGHLY enjoyed writing for this man, thanks for the request love🖤
@soufcakmistress didn’t realize when she posted this that it would inspire me to write. Thanks boo. Here’s what happens when you so thick it makes Erik nervous…but not really cuz he doesn’t get nervous.
“I ain’t shy, you just so thick I’m a little nervous.”
He laughed at her shock at his statement. The look she gave him as she stared up at him in awe was cute as shit.
“Don’t worry, when I’m fucking you, all that nervous shit gon be out the window.”
It was Game Night at Erik’s. He held them every other Saturday night and it was starting to become a ritual for Kaila to attend within the last month. When being surrounded by coworkers ,who became good friends, food, drinks, and music how could anyone turn down a time like this. Along with his beautiful luxurious bachelor’s pad Erik made a pretty good host.
Requested by anon: Can I get a coco imagine where the reader gets pregnant with his kid and he flips out when he finds out, telling her he doesn’t want children? Then the reader finds out about his other kids and she gets mad that he could have three other kids with random women but not with the one he loves? Or something like that
a/n: Okay boo, this one got a little long but I’m not sorry about it lol Took it in just a slightly different direction, hope it’s okay. Thanks for the request🖤
Author’s Notes: I took a lot of time for myself, y’all and a bitch is back. It’s new year, love myself better vibes. I hope you enjoy this lovely late Christmas gift from Erik to everyone’s favorite baby mama, you. I’m going to spend the rest of this weekend catching up on comments and stories. If you think there’s something I should read, tag me!
I love y’all so big!
If you are interested in the timeline, this is before Thot-Ass Friends and Ass Out.
“Where are you at?” Tia’s voice echoed through the empty SUV as you merged onto the exit ramp.
“Going to meet E. He said he needed me to pick up some things he bought. You know he has no self control.”
HC: Accidently Moving in with Erik when you’re his sugar baby.
Author’s Notes: I am obsessed with sugar babies and I’m obsessed with Erik, so here’s a sweet little snapshot of life as his baby girl. I’m high and on my phone; forgive my errors.
-it started with the occasional sleepover, a night here and there
- then, you got snowed in together for four days and you’ve stayed ever since
- you keep your apartment with your roommate, when erik travels, you go “home” and indulge in self-care and binge “A Different World”
- Erik passively embraced your extended stays, having you around softened his hard world
- the once sterile space was sprinkled with color
- the warmth surrounding him when he came home - curry simmering on the stove as Beyoncé hummed in the background, your slippered feet two steppin’ through the kitchen as you mixed love and food for dinner
- the first time he couldn’t imagine the apartment without you was when he cursed about being out of body wash
- “under the sink, daddy.” you sang back from the bedroom - folding towels at the end of the bed
- “The sink?” Erik dropped low, opening the double vanity and there was a stockpile - doubles of all his toiletries and extra toilet paper - simple shit he never kept around
- “Aye, why is there so much?” His shout was gruff
- “So, we don’t run out, daddy” her reply dripped in mockery as she filled the towel bins - hiding the coy smirk on her face
- domestic tasks aside, seeing your little ass run around the apartment in lingerie all day left his dick permanently throbbing against his thigh
- silk robes, bralettes, boy shorts, and babydolls were paraded daily
- Your bare legs draped over his thighs, his hand rubbing your smooth skin absentmindedly as the Knicks trailed by 3 again
- With each swipe, his fingers danced a little higher until they brushed your lace covered mound
- Erik’s eyes gazed at your pussy
- The purple lace bunched between your fat lips, soft folds folding over the flimsy material
- He pulled gently at the top of your panties, the rough lace deliciously rubbing your nub
- “Daddy…” it was a whine as he dropped, sliding to his belly on the leather sectional, pulling your thighs to his shoulders
- “Shut up, bitch” Erik’s fingers rubbed up and down your slit - the lace assaulting your puffy lips, “ain’t nobody tell you to dress like this, baby girl, with my pussy all out” his fingers hooked the lace, pulling it to the side as his tongue thrust into you
- Your hips jumped - your pussy rocking against his face - as he French-kissed your lips, his tongue sliding against your velvet walls with each pass
- The game droned, and the Knicks lost again as you came three more times on Erik’s perfect face
- and it really just started as a sleepover with your daddy