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  • sonhosquebrados
    25.01.2022 - 5 minutes ago

    funny picture 🤣🤣

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  • sonhosquebrados
    25.01.2022 - 9 minutes ago

    Taza, Riz and Bishop 😘

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  • heyitsperfect
    25.01.2022 - 1 hour ago

    Big brother Angel - Angel Reyes

    Warnings: angst, mention of death, fluff

    Request by @phoenixhalliwell:Hey 👋, I'm really sorry to hear you've not had the best week, I hope your weekend picks up 💛I was wondering if I could please put a request in for do you want a hug with big brother angel and do you think that lowly of me with sonny? Thank you 😊

    “ANGEL” you cried as you ran back into the house with knees scraped open and tears streaming down your face. 

    “Oh hermanita what is wrong?” Your big brother asked you as he crouched down to have a better look at you. You were four years old and Angel was your hero in shining armor. Ez didn’t stand a chance next to Angel. 

    “I fell off my bike and my knees hurt know.” You did your best to explain everything while crying. Angel took you in his arms and gave you the best big brother hug of all. He lifted you up and placed you on the nearest table to take care of the wounds on the knees. 

    “Do you want a hug?” you only nodded your head. 

    “Huggies make everything better!”


    “God damn.” you slammed the front door shut after coming home from school.

    “Hey, no swearing in this house little girl!” your mother exclaimed. “What’s gotten into you? Is everything okay?” she asked clearly concerned about you. 

    “Yeah, no. Where’s Angel? I need to talk to him.” 

    “He’s in the backyard helping your brother with something.” You left your mom behind without further explanation. 

    “Can you beat someone up for me?” you stood next to his head as he was laying under the truck trying to fix it. Ez was sitting behind the wheel waiting for Angel so he could start the engine. 

    “Ouch.” he hit his head at your sudden question. “What? Why? Did someone hurt you? I’m gonna beat him into a pulp.” Sometimes it was good that Angel became overly protective of you, but sometimes it was causing more trouble than before. 

    “No. My god damn teacher is a total dick. He keeps comparing me to Ez and his smart ass.” Ez got out of the car and walked up to. Angel was by now standing behind you, wiping his hands with an old rug to get the oil of. 

    “Not anybody can be as smart as me.” Ez smirked. 

    “Sure, but I don’t want to be the golden boy. This family already has one!” you sassed in his face. Ez and you were close, but Angel and you. Nobody would come in between. 

    “Ha, see golden boy? Not everyone wants to be like you. Even our little hermanita knows that.” he turned to you. “Do you want a hug? You know huggies make everything better.” he smirked down at you. 

    “Ew, no! You’re sweatie.” you walked back inside but before you reached the door you looked back at Angel. “Maybe after you took a shower.”


    It was probably the darkest day of your life so far. You just put your mother to her last rest after she got shot in the head in the shop. Your dad was a mess and your brothers too. Ez found her and was determined to take revenge. Angel already has moved out and was part of the Mayans. This time you had to be strong for the men in your life. 

    After the funeral you went home with your dad and Ez. Felipe locked himself away and Ez was too busy finding out who killed your mom. So you changed out of your black dress and put on some jeans and hoodie and made your way to Angel. 

    „Angel! I know you’re in there. Don’t lock me out!“ Suddenly the door opened and a shorter man with SnapBack with black hair peeking out looked at you. 

    „Coco it’s okay. That’s my sister.“ Angel walked by him and closed the door. „Sorry bout that. He just got back home from Afghanistan.“ he looked at you, sadness written all over his face. 

    „I don’t know where to go. Dad locked himself away and Ez is back on finding out who did it. How are you feeling?“ 

    „I don’t know hermanita. I’m going to be fine.“ he sat down on the steps on the porch. You sat down next to him. 

    „Don’t do this. You know you can talk to me, don’t shut me out too.“ you leaned your head on his shoulder. „Do you want a hug, Angel? You used to tell me when I was still a child, Huggies make everything better!“ he smiled sadly at you but nodded. You wrapped your arms around him and you stayed like this for a while. 

    This might be hard for your family but together you would solve this and hugs made, indeed, everything better. 

    #Mayans MC #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc x reader #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes x reader
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  • lady-writes20
    25.01.2022 - 2 hours ago

    From One Bike to Another (Part 4)

    Click HERE for Part 3

    Pairing:: Angel Reyes x Reader x Chibs Telford Warnings:: swearing, angst, fights

    My pounding head woke me up. Opening my eyes, the sunlight made it worse. I reached out and grabbed the Advil Chibs had left on the table for me. I sat up slowly and swallowed it, hoping it would relieve my pain sooner than later. I checked my phone and saw two new voicemails from Angel. I couldn't deal with it. Tossing my phone on the bed, I stood up and grabbed a change of clothes.

    I walked out to the bar, holding my head. Screeching to a holt, I saw almost all of the club passed out around the room. A few were asleep on the floor, some on the pool table, on the bar. I worked my way over to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. Stepping over the people asleep on the floor, I walked outside.

    The fresh air hit me in the face and felt amazing. Chibs was sitting at one of the picnic tables with Jax and Opie. He waved me over and headed towards them. I sat down beside him and he offered me a cigarette. "Thanks," I sighed as I took it. He held out a light for me.

    "Didn't take you for a smoker," Opie chuckled as he took a drag of his own. I took a deep inhale, closing my eyes and enjoying the taste.

    "Why's that?" I asked. He shrugged and laughed a little. I blew out the smoke in his direction and sighed, "What do smokers look like?"

    Jax laughed, "Answer the question, Ope." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Chicken shit."

    "What's goin' on with ye?" Chibs asked, nudging my shoulder. "More shit with Angel?"

    "No, just woke up on the wrong side of the bed with a hangover," I said as I rubbed my forehead. "Sorry, Opie." He waved me off and crushed out his cigarette. "Angel called me again then. Didn't listen though. I don't have the energy to hear the same shit again."

    "Breakfast!" Tara called, sticking her head out the door. The four of us stood up, following her in. I was starving and after the night before, I needed food in my system.

    I sat at the bar with the guys as we talked and ate the bacon and eggs Gemma and Tara had made. Juice walked in from the back. I didn't realize he left during the party the night before. He had a bruise on his neck.

    "There he is," Tig laughed, clapping a little. "This jackass closed lined himself at Oswald's last night." The guys laughed, patting him on the back. By the look of Juice's face, that wasn't what happened.

    They kept talking about a vote they were going to have. A new president. Looking over at Clay on the other side of the room, I could see the smoke coming off of him. They weren't saying why and I was assuming it was because I was right there.

    Tig looked up at the security cameras that were above the bar and asked, "Why're the Mayans here?" My head shot up as I saw Angel's green bike pull into the lot. Marcus was riding in front of him and it looked like Coco was riding beside him. My heart was in my throat.

    I started trying to think of an exit strategy. Before I knew it, Chibs, Jax, and Tig were out the door. I watched on the security cameras, trying to make out what was happening. It was hard to tell because there was no sound, but Marcus made introductions and they were all talking. Angel pointed towards the clubhouse and started walking towards it, but Chibs got in between him and the door.

    I could hear Angel yelling through the door, "I know she's here!" I was panicking. After everything that happened, I had never been so afraid. I wasn't afraid of Angel, but when he got pushed enough, there was no stopping him. I was worried about my newfound friends getting hurt if Angel started trouble.

    Gemma and Tara stepped outside, hearing the commotion. I made the decision to follow them out. Standing behind them, I watched as the Sons kept them separated from us. Angel looked over at me, staring at me as I cowered behind the two old ladies.

    It was as if we saw each other for the first time. His cheeks dropped a little, no longer squinting from the sun above. His lips curled into a small smile as he stared at me. He looked so happy, so relieved to see me. The only thing I was feeling was the need to run and hide as much as I wanted to be happy to see him.

    He tried to walk over to me, but Chibs moved in front of him. "Yer no' goin' over there," Chibs growled. Even though Angel was a few inches taller than the Scotsman, Angel backed away. Coco was ready to fight, though, standing next to Angel. "Let's jus' calm down, and have a civilized discussion." Angel nodded, taking a step back.

    "Why're you here, bro?" Jax asked. He looked between Angel and Coco and Chibs, waiting for an answer. As VP, he was trying to defuse the situation before it really got anywhere.

    Coco scoffed, "He already said it," He took a drag from his cigarette and said, "We're here for Y/N." He pointed over at me. I swallowed hard after hearing that. Jax turned to look at me. I must've looked petrified.

    Angel shook his head, putting his hand up in front of Coco. He sighed, "I just wanna make sure she's okay. She just took off."

    "I'm fine," I said behind Gemma and Tara. I sounded so small and so scared, I didn't even recognize my own voice.

    Chibs repeated, "She's fine. Now, ye can hop on yer bikes and go back to Santo Padre."

    "I'm not leaving without her," Angel said, taking a step forward, making everyone take a step. "She's coming back with me."

    "No, she's not," Chibs growled.

    Angel yelled, "Who the fuck are you? Her gatekeeper?" He threw his hands up in the air and repeated, "Who're you, man?"

    He shook his head and said, "Jus' someone who made her a promise ta keep her safe."

    "Shit," I exhaled. I knew that was going to set Angel off. I could see it in his eyes, how fast they hardened.

    "What the fuck did you say?" Angel scoffed. "What does that fucking mean?" Angel took a step forward, shoving Chibs backward. Chibs didn't even respond to him.

    A brawl started in the parking lot. Chibs head-butted Angel hard, sending him to the ground. Jax and Coco were at each other's throats. Chibs was sitting on Angel's stomach, punching him over and over again. Angel punched Chibs in the gut and flipped him over. They kept rolling over the ground, blow after blow.

    "Stop!" I yelled, making Gemma and Tara jump. "Stop it!" The men stopped in the tracks, looking back at me. Their faces dripping with blood and rapidly forming bruises. Angel was sitting on Chibs stomach. His arm was cocked back, ready to hit Chibs. "Just...stop," I said deflated.

    Angel stood up and yelled to me, "What the fuck are you doing, querida?" Rubbing my face, Gemma and Tara took a step to the side so he could see me better. "What the fuck is going on?" he yelled, throwing his hands up.

    "Angel..." I exhaled. He started walking over to me, but Chibs stood in between us. The lump was forming in the back of my throat. Seeing him there, after everything, was killing me. "Angel, I can't go back," I sighed. "I can't."

    "Why the fuck not?" he yelled. He shoved Chibs back again, but the Scotsman didn't budge. "Come on, Y/N, let's just go home and talk about this?" he pleaded.

    I stared at him. All I wanted to do was go home with him, be with him, put everything aside. But, I couldn't. Maybe I was just in my own head, making things worse than they needed to be. But, I couldn't do it. I shook my head, "There's nothing to talk about, Angel. I've made up my mind."

    I walked back inside and I could hear him yelling my name over and over again. Looking back at the security camera, I watched as he tried to get into the clubhouse but Chibs and Tig kept him from getting any closer. Coco grabbed his arm and said something that made him walk back.

    He was always so protective of me, willing to put his brothers into the hospital for me. The Sons weren't his brothers. He would do anything for me. But I didn't want him to cross the line and get killed because of me.

    As I sat at the bar, watching the screen, I started crying. I didn't know what to do. It felt like the world was falling apart and I had no options. I had nowhere to run to. Gemma walked in and sat beside me. "What's all this about, sweetheart?" she asked, looking down at me.

    "I did something stupid," I whispered. I stared at the bar as I spoke, keeping my head down. "And something happened because of it and I can't tell him because he'd wind up dead."

    "Don't you think that's up for him to decide?" Gazing up at Gemma, I didn't know what she meant. Reaching over, she dried my tears and said, "Baby, you should tell him. And just see what happens."

    I shook my head, chuckling, "You don't know Angel. He's going to react and turn up burnt in a ditch somewhere."

    "No, I don't know Angel," she sighed as she kept drying my cheek. Something seemed so safe and motherly in her voice and touch. I didn't want her to stop talking. "But, I do know that it's his decision to get burned in a ditch."

    I nodded and said, "And it's my decision to tell him. And I choose not to." I looked back up at the screens as Angel paced back and forth like a caged lion, stalking his prey. Turning back to her, I exhaled, "I can't."

    "Well," she huffed, not liking taking no for an answer. Seemed like she didn't hear that very often. "You need to talk to him at least." I nodded, knowing she was right.

    I stared at the floor in front of me, looking at our clothing thrown across it. Sitting on the bed beside him, my shirt discarded, his hand on my leg. I was worried that my lack of experience would scare him away. I had only been with one other person before Angel.

    He pulled me into his chest, my bare arm hit his abs as he kissed my temple. "Querida," he chuckled. "You're not scaring me away that easily." Lifting up my chin, he pulled me into a kiss, holding me there. Slowly pushing me onto my back, he sighed, "You know I love you, right?" I nodded, looking up at him. "You know I would never hurt you, right?" I nodded. "Nothing is going to change that."

    Sitting in the office attached to the garage, my knee bounced up and down as my hands slid over my thighs. My denim jeans dragged under my palms, making them feel tingly. Chibs was standing outside the door in case something happened. He was so sweet and protective, but I wished he was inside supporting me. Angel sat on the couch by the door, staring over at me.

    "What's going on?" he asked, running his hand over his hair. I always loved it when he did that. He never ran his hand into his hair because of the amount of product in it. He was worried he was going to screw it up.

    "I just need a break," I sighed, looking up at him. "A break from the MC, a break from the cartel, a break from Santo Padre."

    "A break from me," he scoffed. "So you run from one MC to another? You know they're working with the cartel too, right? That's why they're so close with Padrino."

    That's how Chibs knew about the cartel. What did they do with Galindo? How involved were they?

    I came back to reality in the small office. Angel sat, leaning forward. He was staring over at me. Shaking my head, I sighed, "I didn't know that." Looking up at him, I said, "It doesn't matter." I scoffed, "The cartel has nothing...nothing to do with this. I just had to go. I needed to leave."

    "But fucking why?" he asked, raising his voice. "What happened? We were fine and then you just fucking leave!" He lit a cigarette. He scratched his eyebrow with his thumb. "We were fine, Y/N. And you left. Why?"

    "It doesn't matter," I exhaled. I shook my head, staring at the ground. I glanced over at his boots. I started thinking about all the times I got mad when he wore them in the apartment. He would track mud and dirt in that I would have to clean up. Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked back up at him as he inhaled his cigarette over and over again.

    Angel scoffed, sliding to the edge of the cushion. "It does fucking matter!" he snapped. "I'm fucking worried about you! You just shut down and shut me out and fucking left!"

    I exhaled, "Angel..."

    "No, querida!" he yelled. "What the fuck is going on? Fucking tell me!" I looked down at the floor again. The floor wasn't yelling at me. "Please," he sighed, his voice softening. "Please tell me what the fuck is going on, Y/N."

    "I...I can't, Angel," I whispered. "I want to. I really do. But, I can't." I started crying, leaning forward in my chair. Holding my head in my hands, I cried, "I can't tell you, Angel."

    He stood up and knelt on the floor in front of me. "Hey," he whispered, grabbing my wrists. My head lost its support and looked up at him. "Hey, you can tell me," he exhaled. "You can tell me." I lost it. I collapsed into him, burying my face in the crook of his neck and falling to the floor. He fell back against the wall as he wrapped his arms around my back. "It's okay, babe," he sighed, rubbing my back. "Hey, it's alright."

    "No, it's not," I sputtered as I cried.  I started crying harder. I couldn't tell him. I didn't want to. That was when I started rambling. "I'm tired, Angel. I'm tired of the world we live in. I need to get away for my sake. For me."

    I kept sobbing into him. He didn't say anything to me. He just held me in his arms and rubbed my back until I calmed down. I heard footsteps in the doorway and then the door close gently. I assumed Chibs heard everything and was really giving us a moment alone.

    I stopped crying but stayed in the place in his neck. He asked, "Will you please tell me what happened, baby?" I didn't say anything. This was my biggest fear. "I know you're lying to me." I could feel how tense and worked-up he was getting.

    "I don't know," I lied, mumbling into his kutte. As much as I wanted him dead, I couldn't send Angel on a suicide mission. He pulled me out of my place to look at me. "I don't know, Angel."

    "Tell me what happened," he ordered softly. He was trying to stay calm. Trying to keep me from breaking again. I could see it in his eyes. He was losing his mind. He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and cupped my cheek. "Tell me, querida."

    I shook my head, "I can't. I'm sorry, Angel." I stared down at the ground as I spoke quietly. "I need a break. I need some time away from you and Santo Padre. Please, just take that answer. Please, just go home."

    He moved his hand to my chin and lifted my gaze up. "I love you, Y/N. I'd do anything for you. Why do you need to take a break from me? What did I do? I'll fucking fix it."

    "Angel..." I exhaled. I knew he was going to keep pushing me for an answer. "I can't. I'm tired and I'm done. With us. We're done, okay?" I stood up and moved over to the couch. "You have to accept that. I'm staying up here and you're going back down south. That's what's going to happen."

    "Fuck that," he scoffed. He stood up and walked over to me. "I'm not leaving until I know what happened. That's what's going to happen. You can say you're done with me, but I'm not done with us."

    There was a knock on the door and we both looked over. Coco stood in the doorway. He had one hand in his pocket and the other wrapped around his cigarette. Staring down at us, he sighed, "Bishop needs us back in SP. Gotta get ready for that run."

    "I'm staying here," Angel stated. "I'm not leaving just yet." Coco made a face, about to argue. "I'm not done up here." He nodded and pulled out his phone, walking back into the parking lot.

    "Angel, go home," I whispered. He shook his head, running his fingers down my neck. "Angel, I'm okay. Go handle the club stuff. They need you. I don't need you anymore. I'm fine here with these guys."

    He shook his head again. He whispered, "I need you. The club is nothing and you're everything." I shook my head to keep myself from crying again.

    "Please, Angel, just go," I whispered so quietly. "Please, go." He shook his head, hellbent on staying.

    Marcus and Coco pulled out of the parking lot. Angel's green bike sat alone next to the Sons' black ones. I walked out of the office and into the clubhouse. Chibs rushed along beside me.

    "Did ye tell him?" he asked. I shook my head, looking down at the ground as I walked. "Why not?"

    "Y/N!" Angel called from behind us. "Wait up!"

    "Can you just...keep him away from me for a little bit? I need to decompress and figure out what the fuck to do," I sighed.

    He nodded, "Aye, I can do that." He stopped walking and turned around to Angel. "C'mon, need yer help with somethin'."

    #angel reyes x reader #chibs telford x reader #angel reyes imagine #chibs telford imagine #angel reyes#chibs telford#mayans mc #sons of anarchy #clayton cardenas#tommy flanagan
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  • heyitsperfect
    24.01.2022 - 1 day ago

    I've been in love with you since we were kids! - Coco Cruz

    Warnings: language, mention of sex, kissing

    Another date and another failure. You were making your way over to the clubhouse. It was a short 5 minute walk away from your home. Thank god for that, because now you needed some alcohol to forget that terrible date. You met that guy at a friend's birthday party. He was nice, good looking and you along very well.He asked for your number and soon you were having a date with him. He invited you to some fancy restaurant outside of Santo Padre. It was a nice change of scenery for once and he also picked you up. Sounds great so far. BUT…. that prick thought he could slide easily into your panties. All that he wanted was someone to fuck. He even got angry when you told him no. 

    Now here you were, sitting on the couch in the clubhouse, Angel next to you and Coco and Gilly in front of you. Ez was behind the bar, while Creeper and Hank were standing in front of it. Bishop and Taza played pool. There was no party tonight and you were glad for it. At least you had a chance to end that day with a smile on your lips, because these men never failed to cheer you up again. 

    Coco introduced you to them after he was a fully patched member. You two have known each other your whole life. Your childhood was as messy as his. While Coco tried to find the sense of life with the marines and trying to make his own family, you were out in the world trying to find a man. It’s not like you needed one, no, you wanted one. Someone who cares for you, someone you love unconditionally and someone to grow old and start a family with. You won’t get any younger. 

    “So now, tell me again, why did you say yes to date with this prick?” Angel asked. 

    “Jeez Angel, did you look at him? He was nice and we got along very well and I really hoped he would be different.” you were slumping on the couch with a beer resting on your stomach holding it with both hands.

    “You don’t need a man, sweetheart.” Bishop said casually like he ordered another beer.

    “I know that….but I want one!” you exclaimed.

    “Then choose! All of us are single and ready to mingle.” Angel wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

    “Oh noooooo, I’d rather die alone then.” you laughed along with the others at Angel's fake sad expression.  

    “I’m ou’. See ya tomorrow.” Coco suddenly said, stood up and left. You looked at the others with a questioning look on your face, not knowing what is wrong with him. Gilly and Angel just shrugged their shoulders. You excused yourself quickly and headed out to look after your best friend. You saw him resting against his bike with a smoke between his lips. 

    “Care to tell me what’s wrong?” you walked up to him and stopped as you stood close enough to have a normal conversation. 

    “Why do you want a man? I’m right here. Take me.” he said.

    “What? What do you mean take me? We’re friends. I want someone who loves me, who protects me and I want a family, Johnny. You and me, together, that wouldn’t work out.” you always loved him more than just a friend. He knew you better than you know yourself and he’d be perfect for you, but he already tried to build a family and we all know how it ended. You didn’t want to be another of his baby mamas.

    “Fucking friends.” he scoffed barley audible, but you heard it. 

    “So I’m just a fucking friend now? You know what….I leave. I’m done with this shit.” you turned around and left. It didn’t seem to bother Coco, but did you only know he was madly in love with you but never had the balls to say something. 

    “Fuck!!!” he yelled out and came running after you. He walked up to your house just as you were about to open your front door. 

    “Y/N, wait!” he called out for you. 

    “What now?” you were tired and absolutely done with this shitty day. Coco walked up to you and slammed his lips against yours. Your head was spinning and your heart racing. Is this really happening? If this is a dream you don’t want it to end. After a few seconds he pulled slightly away and looked you deep in the eyes, right into your soul. 

    “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids!” Coco whispered pecking your lips once again. 

    “What?” you asked again, making him chuckle. 

    “You ask that very often tonight.”

    “It’s because you keep saying crazy things I don’t get. You mean it, you love me?” you looked him in the eyes, trying to find any kind of hesitation or doubt. But there was none. 

    “Always have and always will.” he told you. 

    “The fuck Johnny.” you shove him away “why did you let me go out with all these dumb ass shitheads then? You have so much to make up to. And don’t you dare to say ‘my bad’” he looked at you like you were crazy.  

    “I mean it, ma. I want you and I’m gonna make it up to you.” he got closer to you again. In one swift movement he lifted you off the ground, you wrapped your legs around him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. 

    “You have a lifetime now to make it up to me. I love you Johnny Coco Cruz.” you kissed him with every ounce of love you have for him. 

    #Mayans MC #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc x reader #coco cruz imagine #coco cruz x reader
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  • emiwasabi
    24.01.2022 - 1 day ago

    Stalker: Part 2

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    It only took a couple of hours to get my shit packed and stored in the car the next morning. The last stop was the bar. In an ideal world I would be able to get in and get out with a vague excuse in under 10 minutes. But of course I don’t live in an ideal world. No, I live in one with stalkers that terrorize good people for no discernable reason.

    So it wasn’t a surprise when I pulled into a mostly empty lot. And Hank’s was one of the bike’s that was missing. The only person that I wanted to break the news to since he was technically the ‘boss’ for the bar. From what I picked up on the man, he seems like a straightforward no fuss type of guy. One who won’t ask too many questions or want to know the finer details.

    EZ, who was outside with a Romero Brother’s shirt draped over his shoulder, was the absolute last person that I wanted to see.

    “Angie!” He called. It was too late to run so instead I leaned against the car with a smile, trying to play it cool. “I didn’t know you worked today. Isn’t it a little early for a shift?”

    Yeah, about four hours too early, I thought, trying to keep the smile on my face. “Well I’m actually not here to work. I was just looking for Hank. Is he here?”

    “Nah, they went on a job a bit ago. Should be back in a couple of hours.”

    The smile slipped away with disappointment. “Oh okay. Well that sucks.” I looked towards the line of bikes again. “And I’m assuming Bishop’s also gone?”

    He didn’t seem like the type of guy that liked to pry but I could see the growing concern in his eyes; the slight drop of his eyebrows and subtle glance at my car. He leaned forward, dropping his voice an octave. “You okay Angie? You seem a little…” he motioned between the car and me, “stressed.”

    I pushed away, casually starting towards the clubhouse. “I’m fine EZ. I’ll just wait for them to get back.” Before he could open his mouth to object I cut in, “Don’t you have work to do?” I said playfully. Thankfully, he didn’t ask anymore questions.

    It had felt like eternity by the time the boys had made it back. My nail beds were a mess from the picking and biting, a nervous habit that I have never been able to kick. It didn’t help that the rest of the Mayans were working in the yard so the clubhouse was relatively empty, leaving me to just spiral with my thoughts. My hair, which needed a washing last night, was even worse now because of the amount of times I’ve run my hands through it.

    It took about 10 minutes for Hank to pull out the stool and plop down next to me. “Hey, Angie. What’s up?”

    The words that I had meticulously drafted in my head on the drive here dried up on my tongue the second I actually opened my mouth. I cleared my throat. “Uhm. Well I was wondering if I could get my paycheck earlier? Like now?”

    The beer bottle stopped halfway between the bar top and his mouth. He glanced at me questioningly before taking a sip. “I can give you cash.” He said too casually. “You seem to be in a rush.” Hank stared pointedly at my nails and jittering leg. “You going somewhere?”

    I forced myself to stay still. “Out of town. But like indefinitely. So…” I trailed off and moved my attention to the bar top, tracing the old scars absentmindedly.

    “So you’re quitting.” He clarified.

    “Yes.” I said. “Not because I didn’t like it or anything. It’s been good. I just have some personal stuff going on. And it’s best if I leave today.” I don’t know if it was his silent nature or the prolonged eye contact but I could feel myself rambling. Which was probably making it more obvious.

    “Is this about that letter you got?” EZ cut in from the back of the bar. I almost jumped a foot in the air, not realizing that he was buzzing around the area for all of our chat.

    “Letter?” Hank repeated curiously.

    Before I could say anything, EZ started explaining. “It was the night of that party with the other Charters.”

    “The one where Angel got his ass kicked in the cage?” Hank interrupted, a smirk appearing on his face.

    “Yeah, that one. She was fine at the beginning of the night until she found this letter in the storage room. Had her name on the front and everything.” He turned towards me with concern. “You seemed shaken up. And you were sorta spacey the rest of the night.” Damn EZ and that stupid memory thing.

    “I wasn’t spacey.” I argued. “And he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Maybe I’m just like that normally.” Hank barely regarded the interruption..

    “Note was found in the clubhouse?” The Mayans’s full attention was on me now. I could feel the sweat starting to roll down my back. “Was it a threat?”

    I gulped. “Not exactly a threat. It was shoved in between the boxes that were just shipped.”

    “Well it didn’t seem like a good thing.” If I could kill someone with a look, EZ would be 6 feet under.

    “You don’t have to worry about what the letter said, Hank, because I’m leaving. Today, so crisis averted!”

    “So it’s a crisis now..” EZ had completely forgotten his bar duties and was now resting both elbows on the table, staring at me intently. “And probably dangerous, based on the way you’re acting.”

    Hank seemed to be lost in his own thoughts for a minute. Not concerned with our bickering. “Stay here until I talk this out with Bishop.” It was an order. Before I could even argue, he was crossing the room heading straight for the Pres.

    I blew out a puff of air in annoyance. “Well this hasn’t gone as expected.” I said to no one in particular. There goes that quick in and out idea. I stared intently at my hands, not wanting to see the conversation happening across the room.

    Angel had wandered over at some point, wearing the uniform shirt buttoned straight to the top. LIke usual Coco and Gilly also made an appearance. I swear the three were like a packaged deal. “What’s got Bish’s feathers ruffled?” He asked us.

    “Probably you.” Gilly joked. He turned towards me and nodded a greeting. “I didn’t think you worked today.”

    “I don’t.” I mumbled, still staring at my hands intently. “Just here to get my check.”

    “Cause she’s leaving town.” EZ supplied.

    “Are you out to get me or something?” I glared daggers at EZ. “I don’t understand why you’re so concerned.”

    Hurt flashed across his face. “Cause it’s obvious that something’s up and I don’t think running away is gonna solve anything.”

    “You don’t know anything about me!” It came out more defensive than intended. And while I had only been here a couple of months, EZ and I had come pretty close. In fact the longer I worked there the harder it was to keep those pieces of me hidden.

    Coco whistled low and I swear I heard Gilly utter ‘damn’. Angel just watched the back and forth like it was a tennis match. “It’s only obvious to you because of your whole thing.” I motioned towards his head. “Has anyone ever told you how annoying that memory trick is?”

    “All the time,” Angel confirmed.

    Before EZ could fire off a response, Bishop had finished his conversation with Hank and they were both making their way over. With an exasperated sigh, the President grabbed the stool next to me while Hank stood right behind him. “Heard you’re leaving.” There was always something more intimidating about Bishop. Something that went beyond the title, like a complete assuredness of his abilities or the confidence in himself. Whatever it was made my mouth dry and heart rate shoot up.

    At this point just about all the Mayans were hanging around. EZ behind the bar. Coco, Gilly, Angel, and Creeper leaning against the bar on the other side of me. Creeper, Riz, and Taza were sitting at one of the shorter tables within earshot. I looked around, focusing on EZ for a bit longer. Sure, I could try to play this whole thing off or play it down but there was something stopping me.

    “Fine,” I sighed in defeat and pulled out a joint from my front pocket.. “But I’m gonna need a couple hits before I tell you everything.”

    Everyone had rearranged themselves more comfortably and a cold rum and coke was placed on the bartop. I stared blankly at the counter, recounting the story that I’ve recounted god knows how many times. “HIs name’s Andrew. I’ve never actually met him. I mean there’s a chance he was around before and I just didn’t know it.” Maybe they knew where this was going. “It started when I was a sophomore, a couple months after school started. At first it was just monthly letters; not addressed to anyone in particular. They showed up in easy access places; under my door, under the windshield wipers of my car, my usual seat at the library.” I took a strong puff, trying to stamp down the feeling of deja vu..

    “They didn’t include anything super specific. It was wierd; almost like someone’s diary. As time went on they became more frequent, detailed, and they started showing up in impossible places. Inside the car, inside the shelves of my bathroom, at work. Then they became more personal. Talking less about his day and more about mine. They just got creepier every time. It was like he wanted me to know that he was watching me at every point in the day. Started getting into my head too.” It didn’t matter where I moved or where my next job was, they kept appearing.” I took a deep breath, clearly remembering the fear that gripped me every time I saw that navy blue envelope. Couldn’t stop my hands from shaking. EZ noticed. His large hand covered my own in support.

    “The fucker make any specific demands? Say anything about meeting up?” Coco asked.

    “In the six years that he’s been around?” I snorted, “It’d be almost more relieving if he did.” EZ topped off my drink. “It’s like he’s content just watching me.”

    “Watching or controlling?” Angel asked.

    That took a second of contemplation. “He’s never been direct. But It’s easy to tell when he’s…upset at my choices.” Memories flashed through my mind like a movie. “If he was happy, I’d come home to rose petals on every surface, teddy bears, perfume, clothes. When he wasn’t it was slashed tires, gutted animals. People I got close to would always end up getting hurt. Accidents that weren’t really accidents but nothing could be proven.”

    “I’m sure the police weren’t helpful.” Hank added.

    That got a chuckle out of me. “No, not at all.” After a second thought I added, “but that might not be all their fault. I’ve never had a physical confrontation with the guy, there’s no surveillance video of him following me. I used to report the break ins but it was useless because there was never any forced entry. Or prints. He’s a ghost.”

    “Or a professional.” It was the first time Bishop said anything. While he didn’t look happy, not that he ever did, there was some slight trace of concern in the pinch of the eyebrows and tilt of his mouth. He glanced at the group, making eye contact with each brother before making a decision. “All your stuff is in your car? Do you have enough for a night here?” He asked, turning towards me.

    “Yes, there’s a black and white checkered bag in the passenger seat that should have enough. But…”

    Bishop started barking out orders before I could utter another word. “EZ, grab her stuff. Set it in one of the back rooms.” He uttered something in Spanish that I didn’t quite get before continuing. “Rest of us. Templo. Gotta figure this shit out.” Most of the guys offered a somewhat comforting smile. Angel gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze as they headed towards those stained glass doors.

    There was a point during all of this, maybe three years ago, that I succumbed to this idea that my life would look like this forever. But If I focused hard enough, I could feel an inkling of hope trying to cut through the doubt and fear. Hope that I would maybe get out of this situation alive.

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  • massivecolorspygiant
    23.01.2022 - 1 day ago

    Bishop Losa | Mayans M.C.

    #bishop losa#michael irby #mayans mc fx #mayans mc #obispo bishop losa #obispo losa #mags makes tag
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  • massivecolorspygiant
    23.01.2022 - 1 day ago

    Bishop Losa | Mayans M.C.

    #bishop losa#michael irby #obispo bishop losa #obispo losa #mayans mc fx #mayans mc #found some gems in the drafts #and #this might be a favorite #👀 #mags makes tag
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  • nestorocetevas
    23.01.2022 - 1 day ago

    comforts of home

    Glad I am finally finding my writing mojo again it has been way for a while .

    Nestor Oceteva and Reader : 18+ fluff , long term relationship. Something else I have been working on with soft Nestor but I may add some drama later

    Again @ withmyteeth thanks for the opinions as well as @justachorusgirl too enjoy ladies and those who love them some Nestor like me

    You could hear it in his voice the sound of his I’m tired I want my bed mode and not to be here as a hired gun tonight while it rained and he was dealing with the latest Galindo cartel bullshit. “ So yeah I think I want my blanket on my side of the bed when I get home in about an hour. You know what one .” You loved this private soft side of him when he revealed it. When he was in work mode that wasn’t always readily available. But in a rare moment alone he was showing it.

    “ Carino I’ll have the bed ready when you get home and something else you like on as well.”

    “ I love you dulce, here comes Mikey so I’ll see you soon.”

    “ I love you back Nes.”

    Then the passenger door to the truck opened and Miguel got in .

    “ Did things go smoothly?” Nestor asked

    “ Yes perfectly in fact here is a little something for you , take tommorrow off . I know how you get when it rains.” Miguel handed Nestor an envelope that was thick with money .

    “ Thank you .”

    “ Take that friend of yours out and show her a good time. You can use my suite at the casino and get her a spa day. Women like those things.”

    “ Maybe I will.” Then they drove home and Nestor dropped Miguel off before heading to his house in a different part of town from the Galindo estate.

    You heard the door open a while later and the sound of him placing his keys in the bowl you had made at a pottery party and then the sound of his gun being placed in the safe and it being locked with the passcode on the door. He took his shoes off and then you heard his lab mix greet him. Rio was a sweet pup. Then his footsteps came down the hall to the bedroom . He walked in with the top buttons of his shirt undone and then his hand took one of his braids out and his loose curls fell down his left shoulder. You moved up to your knees in bed and took his hand, “ Come here baby.” You pulled him to sit on the bed and you took out his other braid gently and then unbuttoned his shirt slowly and took it off his arms gently revealing his tattoos and muscular arms. Your lips brushed the side of his face and you ran your hand over his beard .

    “ You’re spoiling me baby.”

    “ You work hard Nes now go ahead and take your pants off and I’ll get you all tucked in.”

    His face softened. “ I love you .” He placed an envelope in the drawer of his nightstand and closed, it.

    “ Tommorrow I’m off. Mikey gave me a bonus and said to show you a good time at the casino spa. We can do one of those couples massage things you’re always talking about .”

    You smiled. “ I’d like that as long as I can play a few slot machines too.”

    “ Sure and we’ll get a nice steak dinner .”

    Nestor stretched out under the blankets on his side of the bed and pulled you into his arms .

    Then the light was clicked off and you both drifted into sleep.

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  • nestorocetevas
    23.01.2022 - 1 day ago

    Ravens Nest: Obispo “ Bishop” Losa and an original character Raven Perez. She owns a brothel in Santo Padre that some of the Mayans visit and maybe once in a while the boys from Samcro too. She’s not young but not old either. Bishop comes to her only for his needs. Her other girls have their own clients and they are also known to escort the Galindo cartel boys when needed. 18+ smut, some language , might be some mentions of sex and language . Eventual drama down the line. @ withmyteeth thanks for the first opinion. Everyone else hope you enjoy the new reading material. 901 words to start




    “ So how do you want it right now ?”

    “ Sweetheart I’m not really in the mood for a brat ,I just want a good fuck.”

    “ Well then that’s what you’ll get Bishop. No strings attached here.”

    “ But know this when you are with me in this arrangement there is nobody else .”

    “ All right I know you’ll make it worth my while .” You winked at him and then ran your fingernails just below the top of his kutte. “ Aren’t you ready to get out of that leather for just a little while?”

    You gently pushed the door open to your bedroom with your recently pedicured foot that had some pale pink polish on it, One of your soft things since you were currently the owner of a very bad ass brothel that had a lot of beautiful women who kept the Mayans and some of Samcro entertained when they passed through Santo Padre. Come to think of it those boys hadn’t been down here for a while . But you were sure they would make a visit when the mood struck.

    Your room had the biggest bed in it since after all you were the boss lady.

    The door clicked and locked behind both of you and you moved to the bed you heard the sound of leather being placed on the comer chair and then the scent of spice and whiskey wafted toward you. No smoke today so he must not be stressed . He lifted off the black tank top you were wearing with a rose embroidered over your left breast and then took off your shorts leaving them on a pile on the hardwood floor. You felt him lift you and then the sheets on your bed rustle before he unzipped his jeans that fit his ass just right and let himself spring free. You were on the pill but the men always followed the rule of using condoms here. One of the few that you had.

    You felt the stretch as he moved into you . He started slowly as if testing the waters and then begin to get more intense. You moved with him and kept pace. For the man who was the shortest of the Mayans he was not lacking in the satisfying the ladies department . You felt your breath quicken and heard the bed making noise as you got each other off .

    After a while he finished and pulled out gently.

    “ Well that was fun.” You smiled at him and wiped some sweat off of your forehead.

    He kissed your forehead. “ Thank you Raven.”

    “ Anytime Obispo.” You smiled.

    He cleaned you up in a gentlemanly way and then helped you change the sheets on your bed.

    “ I’m going to get a nice bath, so I’ll see you later.”

    “ Yes you will, there will be something in the usual place for you .”

    “ All right what did you do ?”

    “ Some extra from a run and I know how you feel about the scent of lilacs.”

    “ Be safe el presidente.”

    “ I will I’m just heading to the club to get some sleep.”

    “ Well good night then.”

    “ Sleep well querida. “

    You smiled as you watched him walk out of the room, Denim had his name written all over it especially when it was a little snug. You liked a little extra in the back rather than him being too thin. Things may have been business between you but you still cared about him.

    The sound of water running into your copper tub could be heard a few minutes later. You found what had been left for you and your face softened . Lilac bubble bath and some bath gel as well. It looked expensive so with the money in the usual envelope you had done well for this night. You slipped off your silk robe and then pulled off your bra and panties to step into the bubbles and the water just how you liked it. You clipped your hair up and then relaxed hearing the water splash around you as you settled. Every now and again you indulged in pampering yourself . Sometimes you got a quick shower in here .

    You had soft linens on your bed and in your longtime girls rooms. The newer ones were fairly nice but they understood that they had to work and prove themselves to get the finer things as a reward,

    You soaked for a while and enjoyed it before getting out and drying off. You shaved your legs and other areas and then went to look for your sleepwear. Purple it would be tonight so you found one of your cami sets and put that on.

    Then you got into bed and stretched out. Another night in Santo Padre. You could see the moon and the stars from your window as you drifted off.

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  • minimel-fics
    23.01.2022 - 1 day ago

    The Way We Get By - Part 3

    Ez Reyes X Reader

    Ezekiel takes you to dinner as promised, and dessert follows.

    Warning: Minors do NOT interact with this blog. 18+ only. Vulgar language, exhibitionism, oral sex and unprotected P in V sex.

    Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5


    x x x

    You were grateful that you had decided to bring extra undergarments with the change of clothes you had brought to work, considering how Ez had so quickly managed to ruin the ones you had been wearing. You had quickly cleaned yourselves up, doing what you could in the dim basement to hide what had gone on between the two of you. It was pretty clear that everyone knew what had happened, Ez had teased you that it was most likely from your loud, uncontrollable mews.

    You were eager to ride a motorcycle for the first time, excited to feel the wind in your hair and the exhilaration of being on the open road. You had spent a few hours on the open road, enjoying being pressed so closely against Ez’s well-toned body, only stopping at a roadside diner that he promised always served the best food.

    Ez watched as your hand snuck across the table, stealing a fry from his plate when you thought he wouldn't notice; he played along as if he hadn’t seen until you openly smirked at him, stealing the one right from his fingers. He playfully slapped your hand away, sending you a mocking glare.

    “Hey, you should have ordered your own.”

    You shrugged as your fingers snatched one more. “I didn't realize that this diner had superior fries.”

    "I'm sure the city will have some good fry spots.”

    Your smile slowly slipped off your face, and you pushed your nearly empty plate toward the center of the table as you were faced with the feeling you had been pushing down all day, “I’m going to miss Santo Padre.”

    “Santo Padre is going to miss you,” Ez assured you, his fingers sliding across the table to lace with your own.

    “Look, Ez,” Your nerves were apparent in your voice as you stood from your seat, sliding into the booth next to Ez, “I like you, and believe me when I say what we just did was amazing, but I’m leaving in a few days, and I don’t think we should get too into… whatever this is.”

    “Then we won’t get too into it.” Ez kept his voice low, turning his body so he could look at you properly, “But I want to continue tonight, if that’s okay with you?”

    Although your brain was shouting at you that this should be where you cut things off, your body wouldn’t let you say no as his warm hand grazed the exposed patch of skin between the top of your jeans and the hem of your t-shirt.

    “Maybe one night can’t hurt.”

    The air around you felt charged now as you rode on the back of Ez’s bike; your destination this time was your apartment- both of you having heated expectations for what would happen when you arrived. You pressed your body closer to his as your thoughts floated to how the rest of the night would be like, especially if what had happened with the washing machine was his definition of an appetizer.

    You bounced on your heels as you pressed the call button for the elevator. The anticipation of what might occur once you reached the sanctuary of your apartment was too much for your body to handle. Ez wasted no time pulling you into the empty elevator when the doors opened.

    "What floor?"


    The button was pushed, and the doors slowly closed. Your body was pressed against the wall immediately after the door shut, Ez trapping you against the cool wood panelling with his mouth. His hands moved to lift your body, pinning your back against the wall, but you nearly fell from his arms as the elevator abruptly stopped.

    “Shit.” Ez pulled away from you, glancing around the elevator for any immediate cause before he noticed your panicked expression, “You good?”

    “I’m not full-on claustrophobic, but being stuck in an elevator is kind of a nightmare of mine.” You tangled your fingers in your hair, tugging at your roots as you began to pace the small space.

    “I still have cell service.” He dialled the number left on the buttoned panel, watching you pace as he explained the situation to the man on the phone. “Help is on the way.”

    You paused, placing your forehead against the cool wall to regain your composure as you accepted the fact that you would be stuck in there for a while.

    Ez’s hands rested on your shoulders, his plump lips leaving feather light kisses against your neck as he attempted to help you relax, earning a sign from you as you finally began to feel yourself grow less tense. You startled Ez when you spun around to crash your lips onto his with a bruising force, your hands slipping beneath his shirt to feel the warm skin beneath.

    "What are you doing?”

    “Might as well make the most out of the time we'll be stuck in here." You pouted as you sensed his hesitancy, “You didn't seem to mind things getting hot and heavy in here before we got stuck- at least now we know that the door won’t open and give someone a free show.”

    Ez smirked as his strong hands gripped your hips, pushing your body back against the wall, “I didn’t take you to be an exhibitionist.”

    You slipped out of his grasp and dropped to your knees, your nimble fingers immediately reaching to unbuckle the leather belt that kept Ez’s jeans so perfectly low on his hips.

    “Are you forgetting what we did in a brothel earlier, on top of a laundry machine?”

    “That felt a lot more private than an elevator.” His eyes stayed locked on you as you freed his length from his white boxers, your warm tongue traced the vein on its underside- both of you revelling in the way it pulsated at the contact.

    “You still want me to stop?” You teased as you fluttered your lashes at the biker, knowing that he would be quick to urge you on.

    “Shut up.” Ez’s hand was no longer gentle as it tangled itself in your hair, pulling your head forward, so you had no choice but to take his cock fully into your mouth. You moaned around him, feeling your arousal intensify as you finally got to witness his more dominant side after having been daydreaming about it for so long. Ez tugged your hair, pulling you to your feet and not wasting a moment before your jeans were removed from your legs and your back pressed against the wall. This time there was no slipping out of his hold as he teased your slick entrance with his length.

    “Look at you, so needy for me.” His warm breath ghosting over your face caused you to shiver as he finally entered you, your head falling back against the wall as Ez left you no time to adjust to his girth. His lips reconnected to your exposed neck as his hips slammed against your own, the duo sensation almost becoming too much for you as his hands pushed your shirt up to reveal your black bra.

    This felt different than earlier, Ez had been so gentle earlier, and the intimacy involved in watching each other get off was at another level compared to the sheer dominance and need that was fuelling you now. You clawed at the kutte on his shoulders, desperately wanting to rip the leather off his shoulders, but the intense pleasure he was giving you was too overwhelming to do anything other than chase your quickly approaching high. You were so focused on the feeling of his veiny cock against your hot walls and hitting you in the perfect spot while he was focused on dragging more of those beautiful sounds from your lips that neither of you heard the noises coming from outside the elevator doors.

    You were both so close to meeting your peaks when the door was slowly pried open that you barely paid any mind to the shocked faces that were suddenly there.

    “Uh, Ez?” Your fingers desperately tapped against his shoulder as your eyes met the wide, unfamiliar ones of the firefighters standing outside the door. Ez was quick to pause his movements, slowly dropping you onto your feet as he shielded your exposed body with his own.

    “God, this is so embarrassing.” You muttered as you turned to face the firefighters once you were fully dressed, allowing Ez to pull on his clothes as you contemplated dying on the spot out of pure embarrassment.

    “We’ve done quite a few elevator rescues but never a sex in an elevator rescue.”

    Thankfully the firefighters seemed to find your situation rather amusing, so it didn’t seem like you were going to be in any trouble for your extreme public display of affection.

    “You ever do it in an elevator?”

    “Ever since nearly being crushed by an elevator that one time I can’t stand being in them for enough time.”

    “Thanks for the rescue, guys, we’re just gonna….” You led Ez past the firefighters that had begun to share stories of similar calls, sending them a sheepish smile as Ez held in his laughter at your expense. You dug through your pocket for your house keys as you reached your door, fumbling with them as you struggled to contain yourself. Ez took the keys from your shaking fingers, unlocking the door quickly before he led you inside.

    “It’s probably a good thing that we were interrupted.” Ez teased, watching as you sent him an incredulous look from where you leaned on the locked door, “For one, we had no protection, and there was no way in hell that I was going to pull out when you were squeezing me like that.” Ez trapped your head between his muscular arms as he planted both hands on either side of your head, his nose brushing against yours, “And since we were so close, just think about how hard I’m gonna make you cum this time.”

    x x x

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  • charmingrpg
    23.01.2022 - 1 day ago
    I think everything is caught up on the main! I think! I’m about to hop off here to play catch up on some other stuff. Feel free to come check us out! We have plenty of wanted connections that our members would love to see filled! They are linked in the source. 
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  • heyitsperfect
    23.01.2022 - 2 days ago

    Suddenly a father - Gilberto “Gilly” Lopez

    Warnings: mention of mother abandoning his child, fluff

    A/N: I wrote this as a headcanon. I hope it’s okay though. Please don’t read this if it’s triggering you. I don’t think it’s easy for a mother to leave their child alone. 

    Request by anon: I have a Mayans request if you would like it?

    The guys show up to work one day and find Chucky with a baby. He said some woman dropped the baby off in the middle of the night and left. There is a letter that says the mom didn't want a baby and which of the guys is the dad (Gilly?) I would love to see all the guys trying to help take care of a newborn.

    Gilly and the rest of the MC came home after a run 

    Chucky was standing at the porch with a baby in his arms and a letter for Gilly 

    They were all looking between the baby and Gilly as he was reading the letter about the reason why she left him with Chucky. She is not able to take care of a baby. She is too young to ruin her life with a baby.

    He remembers the girl. They had a short fling, only 6 months of so called dating before she left him 

    He would’ve never thought she would be doing such a thing. how could a mother leave her child alone, with some men she doesn’t really know 

    Gilly took the little boy in his arms. The resemblance was amazing. He looked so much like Gilly when he was younger. Everybody was looking at him.

    “What are you gonna do now?” Taza asked 

    “I’m not gonna leave him alone. I’m gonna take care of him. At least one of his parents should take responsibility.” 

    Bishop slapped him on the shoulder. He was proud of his younger brother. 

    First step: finding a name. His damn mother didn’t give him a name 

    Second step: buying the essentials like diapers and bottles and some furniture

    Third step: how the fuck is he gonna raise a child by himself??

    The whole MC helped him whenever he needed it.

    Gabby and Letty were babysitter everytime they had a run

    Bishop gave Gilly some time off and only called him when they were really in need 

    he loves his little boy so much

    Gilly would bring him to the clubhouse. Vicki’s girl tried to make his way into Gilly's heart using the baby, but Gilly saw right through it

    Vicki babysitted too

    fun Tios all around. Angel and Coco are the worst 

    Ez being the responsible one, but still having no clue how to deal with a baby

    Bishop, Taza and Hank laughing til they were on baby duty

    Gilly was the only one who could calm down the baby 

    He called it daddy power 

    Eventually he would find a “normal” girl who’d be supportive of him 

    But one thing was for sure, he would never leave his little boy alone again!

    #Mayans MC #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc x reader #gilly lopez imagine #gilly lopez x reader
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  • mayans-mc
    23.01.2022 - 2 days ago

    MAYANS MC GIF MEME → 3 relationships [2/3]: Miguel/ Emily. - "I'm so sorry, Emily."

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  • lady-writes20
    23.01.2022 - 2 days ago

    From One Bike to Another (Part 3)

    Click HERE for Part 2 Pairing:: Angel Reyes x Reader x Chibs Telford Warnings:: swearing, drinking, kissing, angst, fluff, mentions of murder, flirty, fighting

    Everything had been going great that day. The club was in lockdown for some reason, so everyone was there. I really liked them all and I think they liked me. We were all sitting around the bar, drinking and talking quietly. I tried to stay near Chibs or Tig or Juice. The later in the day it got, the more of a party formed.

    There were people everywhere. A few with kuttes on, a few without, a few old ladies dressed in leather, a few half-naked. And then there was me. Less than twenty-four hours before, I was on the road, running from my problems. There I stood, twenty-four hours later, throwing back tequila shots left and right.

    They were shocked at how well I could hold my liquor. I was feeling it, a lot, but I stayed upright. I had a serious case of giggles as I stumbled. I hung onto Chibs's shoulder so I wouldn't completely fall over. He laughed, wrapping his arm around my waist to support me.

    "Ye think tha's a good idea?" he asked as I reached out to grab another shot. I nodded, pushing off of him to get closer.

    "I think it's a great idea," I slurred. I threw it back and sucked the lime. "See? Everything's fine!"

    "Yeah, Chibby, everything's fine," Tig chuckled, resting his arm around my shoulders. "Let her cut loose a little."

    "I'm not stoppin' her," he sighed. Even in my drunken stupor, I could see how Chibs was looking at me like he had to protect me. It was either because of how drunk I was or because of how close Tig was to me. "Jus' don' want her pukin' in my bed," he added, sipping his scotch.

    "She can stay in my bed then," he laughed. "What do you think about that, doll?" He leaned down a little too close to my face for my liking. Chibs stepped forward and separated Tig and me. "The hell are you doing?" he scoffed.

    "Yer makin' her uncomfortable, Tig," he sighed. The liquor was going to my legs a little more and Chibs held me up.

    "Says who?" Tig scoffed, grabbing his beer off the bar.

    "I wanna go lay down," I whispered, feeling my head growing heavy.

    "Okay, c'mon," Chibs nodded as he handed off his drink to Kozik. "C'mon, I got ya." He helped me back to the room that I stole from him. Pushing the door open, he kept me up. I flopped down on the bed and curled into a ball. "Ye okay? Want a trashcan or somethin'?" he asked, sitting down beside me.

    I groaned, closing my eyes tightly. "I don't know what happened. I was fine and then..." My words were slurred and strung together and I felt like I was speaking quickly. "He just reminded me of someone."

    "A good someone or a bad someone?" he asked, looking down at the floor.

    "Good," I sighed. "I think."

    Bishop stood beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. A beer in one hand and me under the other. He laughed with Taza about a time they got in a barfight. Angel sulked over, annoyed Bishop was so close to me.

    "Babe, you wanna head home?" he asked, finishing his beer. I laughed, shaking my head. "Don't you have that thing in the morning?"

    "No," I chuckled.

    "Angelito is jealous, sweetheart," Bishop laughed. He leaned down, whispering so his lips grazed over the shell of my ear. "How jealous should we make him?"

    "Yo, what the fuck?" Angel yelled, shoving the president back into the bar.

    "Angel, calm down," I sighed. The music stopped and the room fell silent. All eyes were on him. "Calm down, baby."

    He was fuming, his fists clenching. "I won't fucking calm down!" Creeper and Hank started walking over, ready to break up whatever fight was going to break out.

    "Angel," I whispered, stepping towards him. He looked over my head at Bishop until I cupped his cheeks. "We were joking around, baby. It's okay."

    "Let's work it out in the cage," Bishop said. He was breathing heavily and puffing his chest out. "Let's go!"

    He headed for the door and the club cheered, following their leader. I grabbed Angel's arm, pulling him aside. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked in a hushed voice.

    "No one talks to my girl like that," he said simply. He leaned down and kissed my forehead gently. "It's fine, baby. We'll throw a few punches and then fences will be mended." He took his kutte off and draped it around my shoulders. "Okay?"

    "Who did he remind you of?" Chibs asked quietly. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. "Hey, what's wrong, darlin'?"

    I put my hand on my face and sobbed incoherently. "I miss them," I cried. "I miss them a lot."

    He rubbed his hand over my side gently. "Darlin', it's alright. Ye can go back."

    "I can't go back!" I snapped. I sat up, pushing him away from me. "I can never go back! Doesn't anyone get that?" I rubbed my eyes and kept crying. "They fucking raped me, Chibs! I can't go back! I can't talk to my best fucking friend about it because he would lose his shit! He would go on a killing spree and end up getting himself killed! He'd be buried in Mexico and I'd never know what happened to him!"

    "That's not gonna happen, love," he exhaled. I could feel the storm brewing under my skin and I was about to snap.

    "Yes, it will, Chibs! You don't know what it's like down there!" I yelled. I sat up on my knees to get better height on him. "You can't go after the cartel! No matter what they did to you, you fucking accept it! And I can't accept it! I can't just move on! I can't...I can't do it! And I don't know what to do anymore! I want to talk to the one person I confide in with everything that happens in my life! And I can't! I want to go home and see my friends but I can't fucking do that!"

    "Okay, ye need to take a breath, darlin'," he whispered, standing up. I stared at him, watching the blurry version of him walking towards me. He put his hands on my shoulders, looking down at me. "Everythin' is goin' to be fine, I promise ye that." The tears streamed down my cheeks as I looked down. He reached out, putting his fingers under my chin. Lifting my gaze up, he stared down at me. "It's goin' to be okay."

    I stared up at him, studying his face. Even after all those years with Angel, he never looked at me like that. Like he cared about how I was feeling. I knew he did; I knew he cared. But he never showed it that way. If I was upset, he'd buy me something to cheer me up. Angel would just flex his muscles and fix whatever was bothering me without so much as calming me down.

    Chibs cared. He cared about how I was feeling, making me calm and making me feel safe. There was a look in his eye that told me all of it. I stopped crying, taking a deep breath. There was nothing for him to fix, other than how I was feeling.

    "Kiss me," I whispered. I didn't know what I was thinking other than I needed comfort. "Kiss me."

    "What?" he laughed.

    "Please, Chibs, kiss me," I asked like a beg. "Just...kiss me."

    His face softened as he pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. Looking down at my lips, he leaned down, kissing me gently. I closed my eyes and parted my lips. Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he held my cheeks. It was slow and it was warm. I moaned against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I ran my fingers into his hair and I pulled him closer. It was so sweet and gentle and I never wanted it to end.

    I pushed him back. "Oh, shit," I groaned, jumping off the bed. I ran into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet.

    Chibs came walking in behind me as I vomited into the bowl. He placed his hand on my back and knelt down beside me. "Was it really tha' bad, love?" he chuckled. I gagged again, vomiting some more. "Too soon, I guess."

    "Fuck," I groaned. I reached for the toilet paper and wiped my mouth. "I'm sorry," I laughed.

    "For what? Beggin' me to kiss you or ruinin' the kiss?" he asked. I dropped down, sitting on the floor. Holding my head in my hands, he chuckled, "It's okay, swee'heart. Let's get you to bed and I'll get somethin' to help your stomach."

    "Thank you," I sighed. He helped me up and supported me as I walked. I laid back down in bed, watching him bring a trashcan over to the side. "I am really sorry, Chibs. I shouldn't have done that to you and...vomiting didn't help."

    "It's okay," he laughed. "I'll be right back." He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I curled onto my side, folding my hands under my head. Slowly, I closed my eyes in an effort to get the room to stop its slow spin and to keep my stomach from doing backflips.

    "Hundred-degree fever," Angel sighed, shaking the thermometer. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the doctor, querida?" He stroked my hair gently as I shivered.

    "They can't do anything for me," I groaned. "Might as well stay in bed where I'm comfortable." Angel sat and nodded as he stared at the thermometer. "Go home, Angel. I don't want you to catch this. I'll be okay."

    He laughed, shaking his head. "Mi dulce, if I'm gonna catch this shit, I"ve already got it, so I'm not going anywhere." He leaned down to kiss me, ignoring my sniffles and snot I had in my nose. "Want some soup, baby?" he asked quietly, brushing my hair behind my ear.

    "Yes, please," I whined, reaching for the tissue box. He grabbed it for me and set it down in front of me. "Chicken noodle. I have some in the..." I blew my nose and tossed the tissue onto the floor. "...corner cabinet. Can opener is in the utensil drawer. Pots are in-"

    "I think I can figure it out, querida," he chuckled, kissing me again. "Just close your eyes, baby, and I'll be back in a little bit." He stood off the bed and moved out of the room.

    I felt the bed shift and opened my eyes. Chibs was sitting beside me with a glass of water in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. "Sit up a little, darlin'," he sighed. I slowly sat up, pushing off the mattress. He handed me the water and then balanced the coffee on his knee. "Take a few sips," he nodded.

    "Can we talk about what happened?" I asked, taking a sip of water. The taste of bile swished around my mouth, making me want to gag again. He shook his head, bringing the coffee to his lips. "Why not? I feel like a fucking idiot."

    "Don't," he chuckled. "Take another sip." I groaned, sipping the water. "Ye think yer the first girl who wanted a kiss when she's drunk?" he laughed.

    I shrugged, looking down at the glass. "I feel so special now," I chuckled wryly. Chibs laughed and took a sip of his coffee.

    "There's nothin' wrong with kissin' somebody, sweetheart," he said. "Yer not cheatin' on Angel or...tryin' to replace him."

    "I know that," I whispered. He nudged the glass in my hand and I took another sip. "I just...I thought I felt something."

    Chibs didn't say anything at first. I felt so stupid watching him sip his coffee and ignore my statement. I knew he felt something too. He kissed me in a way that showed he was feeling the same thing I was.

    "Tell me about this Angel guy," he sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. I set my water down on the table and leaned back against the headboard. Chibs kicked his boots off and lifted his feet onto the bed. "Wha's he like?" he asked.

    "I don't know," I laughed, shaking my head. He fixed the pillow behind his back. I shifted, resting my head on his shoulder.

    "What do you mean you don't know? You've been together for what, two, three years?" he chuckled.

    "Five," I corrected. He whistled lowly, shaking his head. "Went to school with his brother. We started hanging out, one thing led to another and we started dating."

    "So he has a brother," he said. "Older or younger?" I looked over at him, laughing. "What, don't want to play twenty questions?"

    "Not really," I chuckled. "But to answer your question, Angel's the oldest. But, most of the time-no, all the time, he acts like a child. This one time, we were riding in the desert and he had to pee. He was making fucking artwork in the sand as he pissed on the side of the road," I laughed.

    Chibs chuckled quietly, "All guys do that."

    "Oh, don't defend him," I smiled. My laugh and smile faded as I slowly frowned. I turned to face Chibs as I asked, "Why're you so interested in him?"

    He shrugged, "You haven't said much about him other than yer needin' to protect him. It'd be nice to know what yer goin' through all this stress and work to protect."

    "He's worth it, if that's what you're getting at," I whispered. I closed my eyes, envisioning Angel. "He talks a good game most of the time, but he's just a big, tall, goofball. He always made me happy even when I was mad at him." I exhaled, thinking about him. "There were times he had to go over the border and wouldn't be back for days. He'd go into Santa Madre and always get me some stupid souvenir from one of the shops. I had so many Saint Candles, I started burning them in threes."

    "That's not what you're supposed to do with those," he laughed. He looked down at me and sighed, "He doesn't sound half bad."

    "Yeah, well, he certainly has his faults," I said. "His mom was murdered a few years before we started dating so he spent a lot of time with his pop. He would always say that he didn't compare to EZ and his dad made it a point to belittle him. He's constantly having issues with his brother about that shit. Either feeling like he's not good enough or his ego is as big as a spaceship, there's no in-between. Sometimes, I don't know which Angel I'm dealing with. I always tried to help him with all of that and since EZ went away, he's been a lot better."

    "EZ's his brother?" he asked. I nodded, taking another sip of water to calm my aching stomach. "Why's he in prison? Somethin' with the club?"

    I chuckled, "EZ's not in the club! No, he killed a cop." I realized I said that a little too casually.

    "Jesus Christ," he breathed. "Without being in the club?" I nodded, looking at my phone. Three new voicemails from Angel. "Why?"

    "It was an accident I guess." I picked up my phone and looked at the notification. "Should I listen to these?"

    He looked at my phone and shrugged. "Did ye listen to the others?" he asked. I nodded, staring down at Angel's name. "I don' think it would hurt anything." I opened my voicemail and hit play on the first message.

    Querida, you can't just run forever, okay? You have to come home at some point. I...I don't know what to do without you here. And I still don't fucking get why the fuck you just upped and left. I...I...Will you call me? Please? Just let me know you're okay? I love you.

    I frowned, listening to him. Based on the sound of his voice, he was almost in tears, desperate. I could feel the tears filling my eyes as I heard him. The second message played.

    Baby, Padrino's been shot. He's okay, getting stitched up at another clubhouse. Be careful out there, wherever you are. Shit's hitting the fucking fan down here and every other charter. Stay away from the Mayans just in case. I don't want you getting hit with a stray bullet. I just thought you should know.

    I looked over at Chibs, wondering if he had an answer. He just shrugged. It wasn't his world. His world was the Sons. The Mayans and the cartel weren't his battle. The third message played. I was worried he was going to know where I was based on the last message.

    Baby, please, fucking call me. I need to know you're alright. I'm really worried about you. I'll ride all over this state to make sure you're okay if I have to. Please, Y/N, please, fucking call me.

    Looking over at Chibs, I started crying. "Oh, c'mere, darlin'," he sighed, pulling me into a hug. I cried into his chest as he rubbed my back. I couldn't tell if I was doing the right thing or not. Everything I thought was right felt so wrong. "Why don't ye text him? Tell him yer okay?" he asked quietly.

    "I don't know," I exhaled. "I can't go back, Chibs. And if I respond to him, I'm gonna end up going back and it's not going to end well for any of us."

    #angel reyes x reader #chibs telford x reader #angel reyes imagine #chibs telford imagine #angel reyes#chibs telford#mayans mc #sons of anarchy #clayton cardenas#tommy flanagan
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  • sonhosquebrados
    23.01.2022 - 2 days ago

    Antonio Jaramillo 😍

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  • emiwasabi
    23.01.2022 - 2 days ago

    Stalker: Part 1

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    “Angie,” Hank called, motioning for me to come over to the bar. I made sure to stamp on my ‘server’ face before making my way over.

    “What’s up?” I asked.

    Hank glanced at Nails, something like annoyance flashing across his face before it went back into ‘boss’ mode. “We need a bartender for Saturday. Got some Charters coming in and we could use the help.”

    That explained the look. Nails had been canceling on shifts more often than not lately and it was beginning to be a pain in the ass for all of us.

    “Uhm…” I hesitated. “Yeah, why not. I can work it.” I said after a beat. It’s not like I had any exciting plans; Netflix, pizza, and a fat joint was as crazy as it would get. “What time did you want me here to set up?”

    “Let’s say 5.” Hank answered with a slight smile before nodding to the door. “Now get outta here, get some rest.”

    He gave me a slight smile, the most expression I’ve seen from the man since starting this job two months ago.

    Saturday came way too quick, even though I had a whole free day in between. It wasn’t that I was necessarily against a good party, but the Mayans partied a little bit more than I was used to. And while I’ve gotten used to the Mayans of Santo Padre, the other Charter were a different story.

    I stalled as much as I could, making sure to take time picking the correct outfit; something that was sexy enough to get some nice tips but not enough that I’ll be mistaken for a club girl all night. After fifteen minutes of debate, I think I nailed it. Torn dark blue skinny jeans, slightly heeled black subtle cowgirl boots, and a low cut solid black shirt. Makeup was minimal and hair was pulled back into a french braid with a few pieces hanging in the front.

    The bartenders and the Prospect were buzzing around like crazy. Getting the bar fully stocked, preparing the outside with strings of lights. I was just in the middle of chatting with EZ about the recent physiological thriller I was reading when the Templo door banged open. For once in what felt like forever, everyone seemed to be almost cheery. “Well, it’s good to see happy faces for once,” I joked. EZ nodded before calling over to his approaching brother.

    “You know it’s desperate times when they name you El Secretario.” EZ said. I laughed along with Coco and Gilly before placing three cold beers in front of each.

    Angel clicked his tongue in fake annoyance. “You should pay some more respect bro, don’t you have your patch vote coming up?” EZ didn’t take the bait, instead placing a hand on his older brother's shoulder in support.

    “Nah, I’m proud of you bro.”

    “Aww so sweet,” I cut in. “You want celebratory shots?”

    Gilly agreed. “We should. Never thought I’d see the day.”

    “Hey Lacey?” I called to the girl currently stocking beers in the fridge. “Have you seen the tequila?”

    She pointed to the back storage room. “In the back. Haven’t gotten to that yet.” She said with a slight huff, clearly annoyed.

    “Don’t worry, I got it.” I turned to the boys. “I’ll be back.” I said, turning down EZ’s offer to help.

    The storage room was cold and dark. Not the best place to hang out in except for busy nights like this. It felt relieving to be able to get away from the noise for a bit, take a couple of deep breaths and clear my head.

    The peace was short lived however when I saw the navy blue envelope peeking out from between two boxes. My heart stopped for a second as terror washed thorugh me. It was like being doused with a bucket of ice cold water. I struggled through a couple of deep breaths, forcing my hands to pick up the envelope. There was a second of doubt, but the feel of the envelope and the neat print of my name on the front was unmistakable. He found me. Again.

    The door to the supply room opened. I stuffed the note in my back pocket and tried to make myself look calm. EZ peaked his head through, eyes scanning the space before landing on me. “You good?”

    “Yep, all good!” It was too cheery. I internally scolded myself when EZ’s eyebrows pinched together in suspicion.

    “Okay. The bar could use a hand. One of the Charters just got here.” I started making my way out to the already loud main room. “You want me to grab the tequila?” EZ asked, already bending down to pick up the box.

    “Yeah, that would be great. Thanks EZ.” It was obvious that I was rattled. Thankfully we didn’t have time to talk about it because we both got swept up into the chaos of the party.

    Six hours flew by faster than I expected. A majority of people were passed out or fucking someone or someones in the back bedroom. The girls and I got as much cleaned up as we could. The rest would be left to EZ since he was still a Prospect but the man took it good naturedly, even helping us tonight. It was clean enough for me to slip out, saying goodbye to a very drunk Bishop before hitting the road.

    The apartment was, surprisingly, just as I had left it. No rose petals laying around or a bouquet of flowers. My dirty bowl still sat in the sink, leftovers that I forgot to put away on the counter, clothes strewn across the bedroom floor. That should have been comforting. But I’ve been down this road before. Just because the place looks untouched doesn’t mean the fucker wasn’t here. In fact, that was probably his first stop before the club house.

    After a long and hot shower I changed into my comfies and cuddled up on the couch. The envelope was taunting me as I lit up the half smoked joint, taking a deep hit to try and tame the nerves. It started off as they always do:

    “Dear Angie,

    I see you’ve made your way to California. At least California is more entertaining than Wisconsin. The hiking is far superior here and I know you like the temperature. God knows you aren’t cut out for harsh winter. I have to say that I’m a bit surprised at the choice of town. Of all the possibilities out there, why not San Diego, San Francisco, LA? You could do so much better than this dump. This little border town is boring, at best, and If I’m being honest, beneath you. You’re young and beautiful. You should be living it up in nightclubs and rooftop bars, not slumming it with some dirty bikers.

    Do you know the trash you work with? The criminal records for most of them should scare you half to death. Especially that one guy, EZ. I noticed you taking a liking to him. Sure the quiet demeanor might fool most people but I can see the monster underneath. It would be in your best interest to distance yourself from the likes of them.

    How long did you think you would be able to hide from me? As much as I’m a fan of the cat and mouse games, there must be an endpoint. I mean, how long can you take the stress? You barely sleep these days. This week alone, you maybe got 4 or 5 a night.

    I love you. And I’ll continue to love you no matter where you run off to or how much you reject it. I’ll be watching.

    Yours Truly,


    The bile climbed up automatically, leaving me just enough time to make it to the sink. I groaned as the last of dinner went down the drain.

    Tears of desperation piled up, overflowing before I could keep it together. Next thing I know, I’m back on the couch, clutching a pillow and sobbing it all out. The desperation and fear and anger all raging through me, cycling a different feeling out every second.

    Two months of freedom. Of not having to look over my shoulder every second of the day, not worrying about doing something to piss him off, not thinking about how he has most definitely gone through every one of my things at some point.

    It was the quickest he had ever found me. Ironic considering that this was the first place that I felt truly comfortable. The town was cute, the apartment was functional, and work was going well. My low-key, ‘keep your head down’ nature was good for the club and the guys were relatively nice. Bishop could be a grump but I just made sure to give him extra space when needed. I have to admit, they could be pretty entertaining on any given day. Not too bad to look at either. Even if it was from a distance.

    The letter sat on the table, that stupid neat handwriting taunting me. I have to move. The thought popped up suddenly, leaving no doubt in my mind. Sure he would find me again, he always did, but it would take some time. That extra time was worth uprooting my life for the 18th or 20th time.

    I stared at the stacks of moving boxes, thinking that it was a good thing I never fully unpacked them. Leaving should be easy. A couple hours of sleep and I should be able to get out of Santo Padre before the end of the day tomorrow. There was still the issue of my paycheck. I had the tips from the last couple of shifts but there’s no way I could afford to leave without it.

    Between the shift and the cry fest I was exhausted. So with my final decision made, I layed fully out on the couch, drifting off to sleep.

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  • sonhosquebrados
    22.01.2022 - 2 days ago

    Michael Irby 😘

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  • sonhosquebrados
    22.01.2022 - 2 days ago

    HOT DADDY! 😍🤤🔥

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