like yes Mayans MC is about a group of very serious men doing very serious things but like… have you seen them smile?
Felipe’s Problem: Her Solution
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WARNING! IT”S BASICALLY PORN AT THE END> PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNDER EIGHTEEN. Thank you!
Angel raps twice on your apartment door and comes in, flopping onto the couch and heaving a sigh.
“What’s the matter, moose?” You ask, looking across the living room to your best friend laying on your couch groaning.
“Pop, man. He basically said he let me choose this life. Said he didn’t judge me when I chose this. But Ez wasn’t meant for this life. Ya know how shitty it makes me feel, ma? It’s like I’m this fucking disappointment. I always have been. He just accepts that I’m a fuck up. He let Ez use me. Let him use me to get to the club. I just, it hurts. Ma, you know?” He asks, huffing as if to stop the tears that burned the corners of his eyes.
“Goddamit. I’m done with this shit.” You hiss, slamming your baking sheet on the counter and grabbing your keys. Flooring it to Pop’s, Angel is quick to follow afraid of what you might do. “Felipe Reyes! You son of a bitch!” You shriek, stalking into the house. Angel stumbles up the steps after you.
“Excuse the hell out of me young lady?” He barks, glowering at you. You’d always been respectful to him and this was shocking to him.
“You know exactly what. You think that Angel chose this life?” She asks, swinging an arm at the older man’s son.
“Yes, he chose it. And not once did I judge him!”
“But you resent him! He’s too much like you! You lost your wife, Mister R! Angel isn’t anything like you! I’m sorry about Missus R! I truly am! But because you lost her, you can’t just resent one of your sons! He’s just as smart as Ez!” You snarl, waving at him.
“Ez just wasn’t meant for the rough life of a biker. Of a Mayan.” He all but spits the word out like a bad taste.
“A Mayan? Your sons are Mayans. You’re such a hypocrite. How could you hate something you created with someone as beautiful Marisol.” She hisses, jabbing a finger into his chest. “You just don’t want your pride and joy to follow in his big brother’s footsteps. Going to jail for twelve months, joining a gang, carrying a gun, wearing that leather. You can’t stand it.” She demands him to respond.
“I-I don’t hate him. I’ve never hated you Angel.” He whispers, but she’s already turning and grabbing Angel’s hand. Pulling him to his bike, they get back to her place and Angel wanders in, sitting on the couch in a trance. Heading into the kitchen, you put away the things you had out and head back to the living room with a beer for Angel. Letting the cold bottle slip into his hand, you watch as he tips it back, exposing the sweet sensitive column of his throat. You lips press against the soft skin, pressing gentle kisses to his neck, feeling him gulp hard. Leaning up, you look into his eyes and find clouded confusion and lust.
“Y/N, baby.” He whispers, and you press a gentle kiss to his lips, but you hear the beer hit the glass table. In seconds, Angel has you pinned against the couch, your arms above your head, his lips inches from yours. “Don’t fuck with me right now.” He silently asks you if you’re serious.
“Angelito, fuck me.” She murmurs, pulling him against you and crashing his lips to yours. As you turn over, you take his hands and kiss his knuckles. Tugging at his jeans, you giggle as he lurches upwards, trying to get physical contact. “I am valid. Say it.” You murmur as you kiss down his now exposed chest, following the unbuttoning.
“Say it.” You demand softly, removing your warm lips from his hot skin. Hissing, he gives you a dirty look. “C’mon. I’m not gonna fuck you until you say it.” You giggle, kissing his chin and jaw.
“I’m valid.” He murmurs so quietly and garbled you barely hear him. Accepting it for now, you tug off his boxer briefs and lick the tip of his throbbing cock. Plunging down and taking him wholly into your mouth, you drag your lips off him with a pop and give his a smirk.
“Say it again.” She whispers, kissing the base of his cock as she looks at him. He rolls his eyes so you start to stand up. His arms shoot out and drag you back.
“I’m valid.” He growls. With a nod, you look at him with a genuine smile.
“Yes, papi. You’re valid. You’re beautiful. You’re loved.” You whisper sweet words to him as you take him into your mouth once more to make sure he’ll slide in smoothly, as he was the largest you’d ever seen.
“Christ, Y/N. You’ve wanted this before now? Before today?” He pants as you sink down onto his huge cock, letting it stretch you out and fill you up. Your head tipped back in pure ecstasy, you nod to him. “Why didn’t you say something?” He murmurs, rolling his hips up to meet yours, needing movement.
“Cause. Shut up, Angel. Just enjoy this, let’s talk about that other stuff later.” You nod and so does he as he pulls you down for another kiss.
“‘Aye ma, you’re so beautiful.” He murmurs, kissing your palms before he plants them on his chest. You start to roll your hips against him, loving every second of him being inside you. “Holy shit,” he whispers, gripping your hips tightly as he he ruts up to meet you. Sliding a little ways out, he rubs the tip of his wet cock against your clit, almost throwing you over the edge right there. Feeling you clench your walls to hold off the orgasm, he rams into you hard. Flipping you over, he ruts down against you. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, licking your earlobe and kissing right beneath it. Shivering and arching your back up to his abdomen, you gasp as he slams exceptionally hard into just the right spot. “Ma, where you want me to cum at?” He asks, looking at you, eyes blown wide in ecstasy.
“On my tits, Angel.” You assure, pressing your perky breasts together to taunt him. With a nod, he pulls out just as he spills his hot seed across your breasts. “Angel? You’re exactly who you’re supposed to be.” You breathe out, smiling at him sated.
“Senorita? You’re exactly who I want to be with.” He murmurs in response, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before finding a paper towel to clean up his mess.
After you two get dressed, Angel pulls you into his lap on the couch.
“Y/N? You really are beautiful. Christ, baby. I never thought I’d work up the nerve to tell you. I love you.” He whispers, his eyes lifting to meet yours for a second.
“Angel Reyes, are you blushing?” You coo, pinching the rosy apples of his cheeks.
“No, shut up. I’m just flushed from the mind-blowing sex we had.” He winks at you.
“I love you too, Angel Ignacio Reyes.” You smile, hugging his neck.
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She was Bishop’s niece, hanging out with a couple girls from high school at the local nightclub when Angel Reyes, Coco Cruz, and Gilly Lopez come walking in with smug grins as their eyes land on their favorite subject matters.
Her curly hair falling over her shoulder, a glass in her hand of a bright green liquor. Her electric blue freshly manicured nails against the green liquor.
“Oh shit! Look at you, all pretty and angry.” Angel calls as the group saunters towards them. The chuckling of the three stooges resonates behind her. The two girls she’s with start to cackle as they bikers get to them. Rolling her eyes, she turns on her barstool to face the bar. The three jocks all chuckle, finding seats at the bar and ordering drinks. The lights dance off their body glitter and Angel can’t help but notice that her body glitter was smoothed along her collarbone and neck, the light refracting off it.
“You’re not old enough to be drinking, querida.” He hushes into her ear. Scoffing, she gives him a side glance.
“Right, and you are.” She rolls her eyes and averts her eyes back to the drink she swirls in front of her.
“No, but this is coke. What’s that?” He asks, pointing with a pinky to the drink her hand.
“Green apple martini, no tequila.” She nips, her eyes never leaving the sparkling drink.
“Aw c’mon baby. You didn’t come in here dressed like that to sit here.” He murmurs with a sexy smirk on his lips. She all but groans and turns slightly away from him. “If you don’t dance with me, I’m gonna make a scene.” He husks into her ear before he stands and offers her his hand.
“Angel Reyes, dance with one of them, they’d literally die to dance with you.” She groans, shoving his hand away. Looking over her shoulder a moment later, she finds that he’s disappeared and she smugly grins to herself. Finally. She chuckles, taking a drink. Of course she thought Angel Reyes was the hottest guy in school, everyone did. But him hitting on her and making a spectacle of her was something she hated. He always chose her to dote on, to torture.
“Miel!” Angel’s voice calls from the dance floor. With a shiver of embarrassment, her face heating. “Miiieeell!” He sing songs, his hands cupped around his mouth like a megaphone. “It’s my birthday!” He shouts.
“No it’s not!” She replies without ever turning around.
“But I still look good though!” He cheers, watching her shoulders shake a little as she chuckles.
“Yeah, hot tamale!” She rolls her eyes and spins on her barstool to face him.
“I bet you wanna dance with me!” He calls, beckoning her towards him with a smug look on his face.
“I bet I don’t!”
“I bet you won’t come out here!”
“I bet I won’t!”
“Aw come on I love you!” He yells, laughing.
“No you don’t!” She cackles, slapping her knee.
“You never know, I might!” He calls, watching as she doubles over from laughing.
“What? Can’t dance? Don’t have rhythm?” He comes dancing towards her, shimmying his shoulders. Rolling her eyes, she bites her bottom lip to hide the smile when a stranger steps up to her.
“You wanna dance?”
“No thanks.” She chuckles, waving him off as Angel continues his antics.
“You got a man? I don’t see him.” The stranger barks, trying to sound cool when she grabs her phone and spins around on the barstool to avoid the weirdo.
“Babygirl, put that phone down let’s go.” Angel laughs, putting her phone into his pocket and dragging her to the dance floor. Bishop walks into the nightclub to find the younger crew and his eyes land on Reyes and his niece, Miel. They’d been going to a dance class together, as Bishop had insisted he pay for a dance class and made Angel go because he trusted him. Angel runs up to the DJ who nods to Angel’s hushed words. As he runs back, he grabs her arm and gives her that smile.
“You ready, baby?” He murmurs, calling her by her pet name. He loved to dote on her, make her feel loved and put on a pedestal. Giving him her sweetest smile, he places a knee between her own as their song starts. Rolling her eyes, she giggles and Angel just grins. They were about to show the whole club a Hispanic dance and he was a little nervous.
“Angel, what if I mess up?” She mutters against his neck, her fingers curled around the nape.
“You won’t.” He promises, nodding to her. His I hand pressed into the small of her back, they start to move, swaying back and forth, their hips rolling together and apart like waves in the ocean. He swings her out, twirling her back against him. Twirling her back out, she taps her toes and sways her hips, her eyes never leaving her partner. As Angel spins her back against him, her back to his front. They swing their hips together in a few low circles, Angel’s hand flat against her tummy as they roll. Once fully straightened, he swings her out, her arm swinging open and then he twirls her fast back against him. Her hand once again on the back of his neck as they roll their bodies together.
Bishop watches on, mad and mesmerized. He never thought Reyes would actually do the dance class, he figured he’d skip out.
Angel swings her once more, her toes tapping, her hips swinging, as he slides across the open space between them. One big hand covers her abdomen and the other runs along the curve of her body starting at her thigh and moving upward. Tingles chase his butterfly touch as she raises an arm to extend his path. Intertwining their fingers, Bishop watches as they somehow magically twirl into their beginning stance, his knee between her thighs, their hips rolling together sensually as the song comes to an end Angel gives her a dip and her curls flow behind her. Bishop can’t help but clap slowly. He didn’t really know how to feel. On one hand, the dance was beautiful. On the other hand, his niece was getting handsy with Angel Reyes. And he was the last person he wanted his little preciosa with.
Stalking forward, he grabs her hand and starts out of the club.
“Wait, Uncle Obi, what’s wrong?” She cries, pulling her hand from his tight grip.
“You and Reyes been practicing that dance a lot, pequeno?” He hisses, dragging her completely out of the club. She didn’t dare disrespect him in a public place but she was outraged.
“You made me go, and you made him go with me!” She groans, waving a hand to the sweet boy who had followed them outside.
“Okay, well. It’s over now. No more dance. No more Reyes. Go get on the bike.” He jabs a finger to the motorcycle at once.
“Hey, baby! Your phone!” He shouts, running to her. Gripping her in a quick hug he hands her the cell phone before Bishop grabs Angel’s kutte and tosses him away.
“Baby? Want to tell me what’s up with that?” Bishop nips, glaring at her.
“It’s just a nickname, Bish—“ The grown older man swings on his prospect, his fist connecting with his cheekbone with a sick crack and blood pulls to the surface.
“Jesus Uncle Obi! He didn’t do anything!”
”He spoke without being asked!”
“He was just explaining to you!”
“I asked you.” His voice was low and threatening, chewed through clenched jaw.
“I’m sorry. Angel, are you okay?” She whispers to him. He only nods as he gets up, wobbling inside. She climbs on the bike without another word.
Once they get to Bishop’s, she storms through the door and slams it in his face.
“Miel!” He yells, grabbing her door handle before she slams that too.
“What!” She screams back.
“Where did the nickname come from?” He asks calmly.
“Angel calls me that at school. Some guys were picking on me and Angel came up and called me baby to get ‘em away from me.” She snips, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I see, so it’s just a nickname then?” He asks, sitting on the end of her bed and spinning a ring around his finger.
“Yep. Angel could’ve told you that though. If you hadn’t fucking decked him.” She snarls, glaring at him sideways as she flops on the disc chair in the corner of the room. “You didn’t direct the question, by the way. He had every right to answer.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry I suck at this uncle-dad thing.”
“It’s okay, uncle Obi. I know you’re trying. But you sent Angel with me, and we’re actually good friends. So what if we date? Would it be so bad? He got into a fist fight because a guy at school grabbed my butt.” She snorts, getting up and sitting next to her defeated and now quizzical uncle.
“Yep. He also hung some kid by his underwear on the flagpole when he snapped my thong.” She smiles, glancing at her uncle to find him smiling a little proudly.
“Really.” He shakes his head as he chuckles. “Reyes really do that for you?” He asks, looking up from twisting his ring.
“Si, he likes me, tio. And I like him. I just don’t want to tell him, ya know?” She asks as he pulls her into his side.
“Yeah, your dad would be so much better at this stuff. He could match make and give the best advice.” He smiles, ruffling her curls.
“Nah, you give the best advice, tio.” She giggles, hugging him and leaning them back to look at the painting Bishop paid Taza to do. He painted a beautiful sunset on her ceiling when she was a baby and she’d loved sunsets ever since.
“Thank you, Miel.” He chuckles, resting his arms behind his head.
“Do you think my dad would like Angel?” She asks as she mimics him, bumping his elbow with hers. He side eyes her as he raises a brow at her before looking back to the ceiling and taking a deep breath.
“Si.” He nods, sitting up and heading for the door. “Miel? Te amo, pequena.” He nods, shutting the door and heading to the living room for a beer and a moment to himself.
The next morning, Saturday morning, she heads to the yard early. Around seven-thirty to be exact. She had breakfast for Angel and Ez, ready to see Angel. Nerves suddenly wash over her as she hears Angel’s bike pull into the yard and shut off.
“Angel!” She cheers, rushing to greet him. His eyes scan the yard for Bishop before he greets her with a warm hug.
“He didn’t ream you too hard I hope.” He chuckles, sitting on the bench on the porch and snagging the bag from her hands and digging their sandwiches out. Her fingers dance over the bruise on his cheek. “It’s okay, baby.” He murmurs, patting her knee and handing her the warm sandwich.
“I’m sorry Angel.” She whispers, leaning on his shoulder.
“It’s okay. You okay?” He asks, patting her knee. Bishop creeps up, watching the two on the front porch. He watches on as Angel wraps one arm around her shoulders and hugs her before eating his sandwich. Every other second or so his eyes would flick to her and he’d smile so very slightly.
“Hey Angel?” Bishop calls and Angel looks up. Fear fills him, but he stays put right next to her, hip to hip. His hand reaches across her lap and rests on her knee and he gives Bishop a dark look. “Be gentle, yeah?” He asks with a chuckle before disappearing.
“You talked to him.” He chuckles, turning to face her and grabbing her face in his hands. Chuckling at the butter at the corner of her lips, he swipes it away with his thumb and leans close.
“I love you, baby.” She whispers, letting him kiss her.
“I love you too, thanks for talking to Bishop.” He smiles, gripping her in a warm hug against his chest.
Hank ‘Tranq’ Loza x Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa daughter!Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Author comments: Something I needed to write. This work wasn’t re-edited, so I’m sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits: @sonsofeorl.
WARNINGS: NSFW, soft smut and maybe a little angst.
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Summary: Coco had an intense run with the Mayans and you greet him home with some delicious, homemade cookies, but it’s not the only thing Coco wants
Warnings: Kissing, implied smut.
Word count: Approx 650
A/N: Hi loves! I hope you enjoy this little Coco drabble! This was a request from my lovely @megantje123 💕 I hope you enjoy some soft, sexy Coco 💖
(Gif is my own)
“Cariña, m’home.” Coco called through the house. There was no response, but something smelled delicious. Dropping his bag onto the floor, Coco lazily walked through the house, forgetting completely to take his boots off, but he didn’t care if he tracked dirt all over the floor, he wanted to see you more than anything. Coco had been wanting to hold you nearly from the moment he had left on his week long run and now he was home, exhausted and craving the warmth he could only find from you.
Walking through the hallway, he smiled as he passed the little side table, noticing a couple of instant photos of you and Letty you must have taken while he was away. He’d have to frame them, he thought, but not before he would make you both take some with him too. As he walked by the living room, he saw some school work paraphernalia still left on the coffee table and he assumed Letty was probably still at school or with a friend since she hadn’t bowled him down in the hallway yet like she sometimes did.
To the anon who sent me the gif request for Mayans, please know that I saw it! I can’t work on it until the weekend but I promise I will get there.
Also anyone interested in more Mayans MC Incorrect quotes? Feeling inspired so let me know if you wanna see more 😊
Angel Reyes X Reader
Warnings: pure fucking filth
a/n: This is based off of the song by Nicki Minaj ft. Ariana Grande - Get On Your Knees. I apologize in advance for the nastiness🤣
**lyrics are in bold
I don’t need a dozen roses
You ain’t gotta wine and dine me, no
I don’t need a pretty poet
Ooh, gettin’ all emotional
You gotta beg for it, beg for it
I wanna see you lookin’ up
Baby I'ma need you to beg, beg beg for it
It had been almost a month since you and Angel had had a date night. He has been so busy lately with the club, that he didn’t really have time for you. Though you missed him terribly, you understood his life and what you were signing up for. Angel had texted you an hour ago, letting you know that he was on his way and to be ready. You knew he was going to pull out all the stops; wine, roses, an expensive restaurant, but that’s not what you had in mind.
You hear your front door open. “Hey, Querida! You ready?”
“I’m in the room babe!” You shout back, in response. You can hear his heavy boots against the hardwood floor as he makes his way to your room. “Babe, you’re still in your robe? I told you to be ready an hour ago.”
“I am ready, Angel”. He raises his brow in confusion. “You’re not ready to go out. Not like that.”
“I don’t wanna go out.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “So what do you want to do then?”
“I want you to beg for it.” He cocks his head to the side. “I don’t beg, mami. That’s your job.”
“Oh, but I think you will.” You slowly untie your robe, revealing your nakedness underneath. Angel bites down on his bottom lip. “I think you’ll beg to be between these legs, daddy.” Still standing, you place your right leg on your bed and slide your fingers between your folds. “I bet you’ll beg me for a taste of this wet pussy. Your wet pussy. Don’t you wanna taste me, daddy?” Angel’s head moves up and down; his ability to talk lost.
Baby it’s primal
I want you on all fours
And before I let you walk, you gotta show me how you crawl
If you want it all
It’s non negotiable
So do as I say
“Good.” You walk to the other side of the room and stand against the wall; your legs slightly spread apart. “Now get on all fours.”
“What? No. Fuck that. I ain’t getting on my hands and knees mi dulce. That’s going too far.”
“If you want this pussy, you will.”
“No.” He shakes his head and sticks his hands in his front pockets. “I ain’t doing that shit.”
You shrug. “Okay. Guess I’ll just have to taste myself then.” Sliding your fingers back through your folds, you dip two fingers into your tight entrance, moaning at the sensation. With your eyes on Angel, you remove the fingers from your depths and slowly bring them to your mouth. “mmmm I taste so fucking good.”
“Fuck mami.” Cursing under his breath, he lowers himself to the floor until he’s on all fours. Looking up at you with lust in his eyes he asks, “now what?”
“Crawl to me daddy. Come get this pussy.” With both hands, you spread your lips apart; your swollen clit now in full view. Angel’s eyes go wide as he crawls to you as quick as he can.
Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees
Baby, just get on your knees
Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please
Baby just say pretty please
You stop him by placing your right foot on his shoulder. “What now??” He seems frustrated, you think to yourself. “Say pretty please.”
“Are you fucking kidding. Just let me have this pussy already preciosa. Fuck!” You smile. “Just say please baby… and you can put that mouth all over this pussy.”
He rolls his eyes. “Please. Querida. Please can I taste your pussy… so fuckin wet for me. Please let me taste her.” You nod your head. “Come get your pussy, daddy.”
In one swift motion, Angel throws your right leg over his shoulder and dives in. His mouth immediately suctioning around your little pearl. Your head hits the wall, back arching. He’s relentless in his sucking. When he slips two fingers between your walls, you’re done for. “mmmm fuck, fuck….make me cum….ANGEEEELLL.” Your knees go weak. He’s the only reason you’re still standing against this wall. He stands up, taking you in his arms. Walking over to the bed, he sits you on the edge. You squeeze your legs together. You can still feel your clit spasming, your orgasm not done yet. “Damn mami, are you still going?”
I be laughing when you beggin’ me, to just put the head in
Let me sit on your face, it’s ok you can play with it
When I’m bouncin’ it, chill out and don’t you make a mistake with it
Angel sits down on the edge of the bed, next to you. Putting his lips to your ear he whispers, “just let me put the head in mi dulce. That’s it. Just the head.” You giggle, still trying to catch your breath. “Or better yet…. sit on my face.” He lays back on the bed. “Angel nooo…it’s still so sensitive.”
“Oh fuck no. You made me crawl and beg for this shit. That pussy is mine. She’s gonna cum as many times as I want her to. Get your sexy ass on this face now. Ride my face mami. I want my beard covered in your sweet juices.”
You make your way onto the bed, straddling Angel’s face. Angel places both hands on your hips as you slowly lower yourself down; his tongue immediately makes contact with your sensitive clit. “Fuck Angel… no… I can’t…” You attempt to move off him, but his hands hold you in place. “I want more mi reina. Give me one more, I know you got it in you.” You begin to rock your hips back and forth; riding his face the way he requested. “Daddy…your tongue is amazing. So fucking good.” You reach down and pull at his thick, black locks. He groans beneath you. “I’m gonna cum Angel…keep going…don’t stop…” You pull tighter on his hair and scream his name as your orgasm rips through you. Your entire body is convulsing, tears are streaming down your cheeks. He gently lifts you off of him and places you flat on the bed. He pulls you into his chest, rubbing circles on your back. “sshhh shhh I got you mi dulce.” You lift your head, smiling lazily at him. “Best date night ever.”
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Reader is pregnant but doesnt know it yet and EZ figures it out and starts doing little things to help her out and she’s confused as to why he’s even more protective than before and then she either figures it out or he points it out and that’s as far as I’ve gotten lol
Angel Reyes X OC
Warnings: swearing, mentions of cancer and parent dying
a/n: For my dear sweet anon who requested this crossover. Reader is dating Angel and has grown up with the Mayans, but she’s hiding a big secret: the identity of her father. I’ve written for SOA in the past, so this little crossover should be fun… I hope lol🤞🏽
UPDATE: I decided to make reader an OC… It just fits better to me since I’m pretty much saying she’s half Mexican/half white lol 🤷🏻♀️
**flashbacks are in italics
Ana’s phone vibrates against the counter signaling an incoming call. Again, she clicks the side button on her iPhone to ignore it. Can’t he take a hint? I don’t want to talk to him. There’s nothing he could say to make what happened hurt any less.
She goes back to wiping down the bar at the Clubhouse. Though she’s only been working here for a year, she’s grown up with the Mayans. The Reyes brothers quickly became her best friends and, eventually, she and Angel started dating. Her mom and Bishop were cousins and when she died from cancer 4 years ago, he didn’t hesitate to take Ana in; quickly becoming like a father figure to her. She had Mayans blood coursing through her veins, but what they didn’t know was that her body also contained the blood of a Son.
The phone vibrates again. This time a text message.
From: The Asshole
Come on lass, answer me.We need to talk.
Her mind drifts back to the day she was given his phone number.
“Please mija, take the number and put it in your phone.”
“But why mom??”
“I don’t know how much longer I have and before I leave this Earth, I need to know that you’ll be taken care of.”
“I have Tio Bish and everyone else. I don’t need him, we don’t need him.”
“He’s another lifeline, Ana. Don’t be mad at him, there’s things….”
“Don’t be mad at him?! He left you pregnant and alone to raise a child on your own! Sure, he sent money, but where was he physically?? I grew up without a dad because he wasn’t man enough to face the fact that he knocked up some poor little Mexican girl.”
“ANA! You think you know everything, but you don’t! Things aren’t always as they seem!”
“So then tell me!”
Her mother takes in a shaky breath. The stress of the conversation clearly taking a toll on her already weak body. “It’s a story for another time, mija.”
But there wouldn’t be another time. Her mother passed two weeks later. She quickly deletes the text message and goes back to work. The guys will be out of Templo soon and they’ll need beer so she heads to the storage closet for more cases.
Angel is the first to walk out of Templo. He scans the empty room, looking for Ana, but she’s nowhere in sight. He walks over to the bar and is about to sit at a stool when he hears a buzzing sound coming from behind the bar. He leans over the counter and grabs the source of the buzzing, her phone. His brows furrow.
“What’s that bro?” EZ comes up behind him, peering over his shoulder. “Who the fuck is The Asshole?”
Angel shakes his head in confusion. “I have no fucking clue. The Asshole? Could it be an ex, but then why is this fucker still in her phone?”
“I doubt it. All her last relationships ended amicably and I know for a fact that she doesn’t talk to any of them anymore.”
“Should I answer it?” Angel questioned. “Fuck it, I’m gonna answer it.” Before EZ can stop him, Angel accepts the call. “Hello, who the fuck is this and why are you calling my girl’s phone?”
At first silence, but then the voice on the other end clears his throat. “Name’s Filip Telford….President of the Sons of Anarchy… I’m Ana’s…I’m her father.”
Angel’s eyes go wide with shock. Just then, Ana walks back into the room carrying two cases of beer. It’s silent and all eyes are on her. She sees the phone to Angel’s ear. Her phone and he’s looking right at her. The look on his face says it all. He knows.
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A/N: no plot. pure smut. gird your loins. inspired by the song “anniversary” by Dylan Scott… thank you @rebel-without-cause-x for the request!! 😚 *** EDIT- the image of the female is for LINGERIE REFERENCE ONLY!!!! 👏🏼
I know you’re getting ready
I know we’re in a hurry
Got a dinner reservation
So whatcha say we go ahead and cancel it
You’re standing in the bathroom, clothed in only your new lingerie set, on your tip toes as you carefully apply your winged eyeliner. Bishop booked a room at some fancy restaurant and the entire santo padre charter will be there to celebrate Ez’s birthday. It’s his first birthday as a full patch, as well as his first since being released. “Angel!” You call out, quickly putting on your mascara before giving yourself a once-over and tussling your hair. “Angel! We need to leave soon, baby. Please tell me you’re dressed!” You say, peering out the doorway and into the bedroom. “Querida, it’s not like we’re going to dinner with the fucking Pope… it’s okay if we’re a little late…” Angel says, smiling, as he walks into the bathroom and places a soft kiss on your forehead. You sigh and roll your eyes, but feel a bit of relief as you see he’s almost ready. He’s got everything on but his shoes and jacket. “Besides, mi dulce, look at you…” He snakes his arms around your waist and presses his lips against your neck. “I think you want to be late… where’s your dress, huh? You trying to tease me or something, mami?”
You laugh and rest your hands on top of forearms. “The dress goes on last my love, you know this. Plus, my boobs just look really good in this bra.” Lifting his hand and palming one of your breasts, he relies. “Fuck yeah, they do… they’d look even better out of it, though…” He growls, squeezing your breast, as his other hand slips into the front of your panties.
With skin that smooth
It’s hard to keep my hands off you
Got a few things in mind I wanna do
Baby, why save it
When I can lay ya down now and later
“Angel…” you whine. “We can’t…they’re going to be waiting for us…” But your voice trails off as he slides his hand further down, his fingers sliding up and down your slit. You can’t help yourself- closing your eyes, you guide his hand lower and press his fingers inside of you. “Good. Let them.” Is all he says while he begins massaging your walls with his fingers. Throwing your head back against his shoulder, you find yourself grinding against his growing erection. “Open your eyes, baby… look at me… that’s it…” You reach your arm around and grab ahold of the back of his neck. “I’m gonna cum baby…fuck… My underwear’s gonna be soaked… is that what you want?… yeah, you like the idea of me sitting there in my own juices…knowing you could just slide right in if you wanted to…” You’re not usually one to talk dirty but, for some reason, watching him finger fuck you in the mirror while he’s all dressed up… it’s really doing it for you.
When you’re right on the edge and about to cum, he pulls his fingers out of you and places them in your mouth. Whimpering from the loss of stimulation, you suck your juices off his fingers. You then turn and kiss him, sloppily and passionately. Obviously as turned on as you are, Angel quickly picks you up and throws you down on the bed… swiftly yanking your panties off and discarding them on the floor. Before you can even process what’s happening, his fingers are back inside you… assaulting your pussy with such speed and force, that you’re entire body is being jolted with every motion. Hovering over you, he brings his mouth down on your nipple- biting and sucking on it as you cry out in pleasure. Your back arches as you reach your climax- like an all encompassing avalanche- and you swear you left your body for a few seconds. Angel doesn’t slow down though, he keeps at his same pace as your legs are shaking from the pleasure. When he pulls his fingers out, your orgasm spills out of you and sprays all over Angel’s clothes. Moaning, he slaps your pussy a few times before sliding his fingers in again… hoping to continue your high and make you squirt again. “Fuck, mami… oh my god… you’re so fucking sexy…did you see that? Fuck…”
To be continued…. 😉 part 2 coming tonight!
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I am rewatching Mayans and I’m on s1e2, when Galindo tells them The Olvidados kidnapped Cristobal.
I love EZ, but this guy is fucking stupid. What does he do? He asks about Emily.
FIRST OF ALL, Bish already punched you once and told you to keep your mouth shut if they don’t ask you to speak. But BOYYYY why ask about Emily? In front of her husband?? WHEN HE TELLS YOU HIS SON GOT KIDNAPPED?????! You gotta be stupid, i have no other explanation.
I wanna punch him through the screen. I am gettin annoyed and this makes me wanna stop watching cause i know it gets worse.
Requested by anon // Hi! I hope you’re doing well. I have to say I love your writing! 😊 specially with SOA. If I can please make a request for an imagine or head canon with Juice and being with him on this quarantine. You can make if fluffy and smutty. Thank you!
A/N: I know just just requested Juice but I couldn’t help myself and you gave me the inspo to do the same for others so I’ve done Jax, Chibs and Juice from Sons and then Angel, Ez and Bishop from Mayans
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