an: cannot remember the last story i’ve uploaded here, so i’m a bit rusty and too lazy to edit. hope you all enjoy this.
p.s.:…i dare you to listen to the song I picked, for X, and say it doesn’t fit Ez.
pairing:ez reyes x black!reader | rating:
Affection: How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?
Don’t expect him to declare his love for you in the middle of a crowded Friday night clubhouse party. Ez isn’t a man of grand gestures. He believes it’s the small things that count the most. In public, his acts are subtle. A caress of his thumb on your hand. A kiss against your forehead before he leaves, a wink as he catches your eyes across the room. Behind closed doors, he’s more comfortable letting his lips and hands linger. His affection is often shown through acts of service and quality time. He tries to split his time with you and the club equally. Even if he feels he’s about to collapse from exhaustion, he’ll drive to wherever you are to spend even a few short hours with you. You’re cooking dinner, he’ll help out the best way he can (e.g., buying and measuring ingredients and setting the table is as far as his expertise go). You’ve endured a shitty shift at work. He’ll pick you up and stop by your favorite ice cream shop on the way home.
Beauty: what do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
Ez is beginning to learn the importance of being more than just book smart. He loves that you’re able to teach him new things. He is also not known for his confidence. When often asked to describe the Reyes men, most dub Angel as the one with confidence. In his time with you, Ez has learned there are many forms of confidence. Your confidence may not be as loud as Angel’s–frankly, no one’s is–but Ez loves that you’re not afraid to speak your mind or stand by your ideas.
Cuddle: do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?
No matter how often you tell him it’s not his job to protect you, Ez’s mind only rests when you’re in his arms. He loves the weight of your head against his chest. The soft misplaced kisses you press against his skin as he climbs into bed hours after you. There are nights where the roles are reversed, where he’s the one wrapped in your embrace. Let’s just say, he quickly realized the magic behind the little spoon.
Domestic: do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?
From the first morning, he woke alongside you, this kid was a goner! After years of sleeping alone, the warmth of your skin against his was an intoxicating feeling. The sight of a soft smile forming on your lips as you first realized that, despite all of his talents, Ez was better of filling the role of sous-chef. The relief he feels the second he pulls into your driveway to see the living room light still on. Ez knew he would never be able to go back to his life before you. The two of you, alone, is when he feels the weight on his shoulders lift. All the pressures and expectations Ez is constantly trying to exceed, drift away the moment your eyes light up at his arrival. With you, he knows you only expect to be one thing: himself. He’s still struggling to find out exactly who that is, but he feels it’s easier to do so when it’s just you two.
Ending: if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?
Ezekiel Reyes has a big heart–a trait passed down to each of Marisol’s sons. But bless this man’s heart. Despite being a “genius,” Ez Reyes will definitely pull a “you’re better off without me” break up. He’ll try to do what he’s done his entire life, approach the situation logistically. The club and the responsibilities it demands from him is too much. The dangers they present to you. The time it takes away from him and you. Time you could spend finding someone who can make you truly happy, someone who could give you all of themselves. It’s all bullshit. You know it. He knows it. Ez knows that you know it’s all bullshit, but he says it anyway. He knows there’s a part of him that realizes what truly fuels the breakup: his fear that you were meant to be together in a different life–his life before Stockton–not this one.
Fight: would it be easy to forgive their s/o? how does he show forgiveness?
At the height of the moment, fights with Ezekiel are often one-sided. Don’t count on him to take you head-on in a screaming match. He won’t ever raise his voice at you. Ez wishes he could give credit to the gift of patience, but Ez’s patience is not as strong as he portrays. Ez has a tendency to bottle up his emotions. Part of it comes from growing up in a household with a brother who wears his emotions on his sleeve. The other part comes from the routines drilled into him behind the walls of Stockton. Ez is the type to try and talk things through, but he knows there’s no point in talking to you when you’re angry.
When he’s the reason for the fight, Ez apologizes. He owns his shit. If the roles are reversed, and you’re seeking his forgiveness, Ez’s solution is still to talk about it. He’s not going to rashly cut you off and not allow you the chance to explain your understanding.
Gentle: how gentle are they?
Ez harbors a gentle soul. He shows this in the ways he communicates with you. He listens to your thoughts, ideas, and concerns. He shares his own with you. Even the way he talks to you is different than how he speaks to others. He’s lost track of the number of times Angel has teased him for talking “all soft and sweet” to you. Unfortunately, he does have a terrible habit of treating you as though you are made of glass. Part of it stems from his belief that his lifestyle is too “dangerous.” The other part stems from his fear that hewill cause what you two are building together to break. He tries his best to ease up, but it’s hard to break a habit.
Hugs: do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?
Please do not shy away from them. Ez loves hugs. Probably more once you tell him that his hugs are “magical.” You swear they help erase all the stress from your day. Half hugs? Who even does that? He engulfs you, holding you tight until you tilt your head back for a kiss. His favorites are when your back is pressed against him, your weight relaxed against his chest, his arms tight around your middle. His lips pressing soft kisses against your neck and shoulder as you work.
I Love You: how fast do they say the L-word?
The kid may be a hopeless romantic, but you’re going to have to hold out for the l-word. I’m talking at least five to six months into your relationship. Ez doesn’t confuse lust with love. He’s not going to say he loves you if he doesn’t truly feel it. He knows the power the word holds. More and likely, you say it first. That doesn’t mean you’re on a different page. He’ll say it back instantly. The smile on his face is all you need to know it’s true.
Jealously: how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?
Ez is not a jealous man. He doesn’t flip his lid when he sees another guy talking to you. It’s not that Ez doesn’t care. It’s just his level of trust in you. He also knows you can handle yourself. He does make a point to step in when he feels someone’s getting a little too close for comfort. Even then, don’t expect him to respond with violence right off the bat. His response is usually subtle. A kiss as his arm wraps around your waist, the smile on his lips nothing short of his trademark, easy-going nature. His smile may be easygoing, but the look in his eyes is often enough to get his warning across.
Kisses: what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed?
His kisses are soft and slow. His goal is often to make them last. You always catch sight of a grin when you pause to steal a final kiss before leaving. He’s learned what each of your kisses means. His favorites are the ones that needily press against his lips, the lingering of your lips letting him know you need to sneak away for a few minutes.
Little Things: what little things do they love and notice about you?
Ez is a sucker for your smile. He knows all of the forms it comes in and takes pride in being the reason you smile. Family is important to Ez. Always has been, always will be. The kid was already falling, but the moment he saw you getting along with Angel and Felipe, he was sold. Ez loves that you build relationships with each of them outside of you and his relationship.
Morning: how are mornings spent with them?
You can escape the walls of Stockton, but it’s hard to escape the routines you’ve built inside of them. Ez rarely sleeps in. Even on mornings where, he is exhausted, begging for a few more hours of sleep, he’s up out of bed. He always wakes before you, stopping to press a kiss against your lips before he gets up. Don’t expect an elaborate breakfast in bed. Ez can do the basics, make you a cup of coffee or tea. He isn’t much of a cook, so he does know where to find the best breakfast burritos. Ez will help you cook. You’re quick to learn that he takes directions very well. Ez works out the moment he’s out of bed, so you can often count on him convincing you to “save water” and shower together.
Nights: how are nights spent with them?
Don’t try and wait up for him. Primarily because Ez rarely makes it home before you’re ready to go to bed. Secondly, it stresses him out to come home and find you’re up worrying about him. He’s supposed to be the one worrying about you. He’ll always call or text to let you know if he’s going to get home late. Most nights, he’ll make it home to find you’ve saved him a plate. Before he stops to eat, undress, take a shower–anything for that matter–Ez stops by your bedroom. He leaves a kiss against your lips, smiling softly as you shift closer for a second kiss. You always fall back asleep almost instantly.
On Cloud Nine: What are they like when they’re in love?
All smiles. Uncontrollable smiles anytime someone mentions your name. Cheese-eating, ear to ear, smiles every single time. It makes Angel gag.
PDA: Are they into it?
PDA isn’t Ez’s vibe. He’s very subtle with it. But, he is also cheeky AF. So, he’s not one to shy away from grabbing your ass when he’s stealing a kiss from time to time.
Quizzes: do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they forget everything?
Ez doesn’t remember every little detail, but he comes damn near close. He is a man who focuses on attention to detail, so if it’s important to you, it’s important to him. If it’s something that he knows you care and are passionate about, he’s committed it to memory.
Romantic: are they romantic during the relationship?
Is Ez Reyes romantic? That’s like asking if water is wet. Growing up, he saw his mother and father in a loving relationship. He always wanted to find someone who loved the way his mother loved. He’s learned the importance of showing appreciation and love to those you claim to “love.” Ez points outhow much you mean to him and how grateful he is to have you in his life.
Security: how protective are they?
When you’re just friends, he’s the type of person to offer to walk you home or to your car. He’ll make you’re safely inside your house before leaving. He isn’t possessive, but Ez is overprotective at times. He’s used to having to stand his ground and showing that his calm demeanor doesn’t mean he can be tested. The sight of him and his Kutte is often enough to make people clear out, but he will go to blows over you if necessary.
Try: how much effort would they put into dates and gifts?
He’s busy, with a lot on his plate, but Ez takes his time with you very seriously. He tries to make sure the time he gets with you is perfect. Even if it’s a quick bite to eat before he has to head back to join the club. Ez doesn’t give big and elaborate gifts. Instead, they are often small tokens he’s picked up that remind him of you.
Ugly: what would be some habits they possess?
Ez is reserved. His biggest fault is he bottles things up. He knows it’s a terrible habit, but it’s a terribly difficult habit to break. He hopes you don’t take offense to it.
Value: how valuable is your relationship to him?
Extremely. He keeps it under wraps for the first month or so. He’s admittedly selfish. He wants to keep you to himself, away from the club, in the initial stages.
Wedding: do they want marriage? how do they propose?
Ez proposes to you away from the eyes of others. In a place special to just the two of you. His main focus is to ensure you understand why he believes he’s worthy of marrying a woman like you.
Xylophone: what song represents your relationship?
Your arms wrapped tight around him, chin pressed against the leather of his kutte. Nothing but the stretch of road before you. Ez has lost count of the number of times he’s nearly left Santo Padre behind. No bags packed, no planned destination, just the hope of finding a place where he can build the life he’s dreamt of with you.
Yearning: how do they cope when they’re missing you?
He knows it sounds cliche, but Ez swears all he needs to hear is your voice for things to feel right. So when he’s away, he’ll stop to call you when he needs to. If time permits facetime, he’ll pick that as his first option so that he can see your smile.
Zzz. what’s it like sharing a bed?
Chalk it up to years of sleeping alone, but Ez sleeps directly on top of you. An arm wrapped around you, keeping your body pressed against his. He swears it’s the only way he can have a full night of sleep.
Pairing:Ezekiel Reyes x Reader Rating: NSFW, Explicit Smut (18+) Word Count: 2559 Warnings:Breast Play, Nipple Clamps, Porn Watching (sex worker positive), Blow Jobs, Lots and lots of fluids…
Summary:Candy Hearts Series-a series of one-shots and drabbles based on Valentines Day candy hearts.
You catch Ezekiel watching porn which leads to an interesting conversation and proposition for Valentines Day.
A/N: EZ says “support small businesses” lol. This is the last for the Candy Hearts Series. Just wanted to give EZ some well deserved lovin’ Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed these one shots!
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Several weeks ago you caught Ezekiel with his eyes fixated on his phone and tucked into a corner of the house to which he rarely retreats.
“What are you watching?” You asked, and his hands moved quickly behind his back. He mumbled something incomprehensible, looking bashful.
“Let me see?” You entreated. He played keep away before he finally surrendered as you managed to wrestle the phone from his fingers. Not an easy feat.
“I can explain,” he gulped.
Ezekiel was watching porn. The account was run by a couple sharing their sex life with the world. You weren’t mad he was watching porn, but you were a little upset he didn’t feel he could show you.
After being together for so long, you realized there was still so much to explore and discover about each other’s sexual proclivities. What you once enjoyed may not elicit the same feelings anymore. But It was important that you could communicate with each other, and you told him as much. His eyes softened as he nudged the phone into your hands so you could watch together.
It was very hot indeed.
“I think the hottest part is-“ you started to say.
“Is how much they’re into each other?” He finished your sentence. You nodded and he smiled.
“Yeah, kinda like us.”
You watched the video in rapt silence, glimpsing at EZ whenever he seemed to show any physical indication that the sex play on screen was turning him on. With Ezekiel, it was all in the subtleties- a slow lick of the lips, a boyish glimmer in his eyes like a kid in a toy store wanting permission to touch.
You noticed that his eyes were particularly fixated on one area, and you rewound the video to check.
“Is this… something you want me to do, EZ?”
The woman writhed in bed, her pert breasts on display in a pair of silver nipple clamps. She was under her lover who tugged on the chain gently and then a little harder knowing exactly how far to go to ensure she was right on the edge of pleasure and pain. It was a sight to behold, and you were curious what it might feel like to teeter on that edge too.
“Do you think they hurt a lot?” He wondered.
“I’d be open to try them with you. I trust you.”
He tapped the button on screen to leave a tip and tucked his phone away.
“Valentine’s Day is coming up…” he reminded. The wheels in his head were turning. Ezekiel was always a planner and could run with ideas. You were sure there was something fun in store for you now that you’ve made a pact for the 14th.
To build anticipation you both decided to abstain from all sexual activities until then, which was proving to be a challenge. It was too easy to let your tongue pass through an innocent kiss or to let your hands linger a little too long on each other’s bodies. It was all the suspense leading up to Valentine’s Day that was driving both of you mad and chomping at the bit. Soon after, a package arrived from a sex shop and he wouldn’t let you open it . He planned a special day full of things you enjoyed- bubble baths, cheesy movies and expensive take out. You bought lingerie in baby pink, his favorite color to see you wear.
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February 13th rolls around and you and EZ are cuddled on the couch pretending to watch the late news. You are in one of his ratted old T-shirts’ and he is wearing just his jeans and a white tank, and you both watch the clock tick down to midnight with intense focus like you were waiting for the ball to drop on New Year’s Eve. As much as you were looking forward to showing off your body in your lingerie tomorrow and building up to your evening entertainment, you just can’t wait any longer. You stir in his arms and clear your throat.
“Technically it’s Valentine’s Day.”
He grins at you getting the same idea. “Go get the box.”
You tear open the package while EZ looks on affectionately.
The box is heavier than you thought and inside you find chains of different lengths and weights. Some are simple and others are fancier, adorned with feathers and bells. You hold up the contents in your hands and address your boyfriend.
“Did you buy all the nipple clamps in the store?”
He shrugs. “I felt like we could use some variety.”
You chuckle and straddle him on the couch, no longer needing to hold yourself back from letting chaste kisses turn sexual. He groans against your mouth and lifts you off him with ease, walking you into the bedroom with the box in tow. You remove his tank and he takes off your t-shirt, tossing it on the floor before leaning down to palm your tits, giving them gentle kisses.
Together with EZ you pick through the box looking for your first toy. You feel a little bit like Goldilocks trying to find what feels “just right” but instead of porridge, it was nipple clamps. You both chuckle at this comparison. You did your research and knew how to put them on and how long you could safely wear them before they cut off circulation. Ezekiel is mindful as well and asks you to communicate with him when it feels like too much.
The first pair he takes out bit your poor nipples raw and not in a fun way.
“Ouch ouch…. pinching… pinching!”
The second pair just isn’t the right fit for your body. They have little bells which you found utterly distracting, but Ezekiel seems to really enjoy it.
He eyes hungrily at your chest. “You look so fucking good though.”
“I feel like a cow being led to pasture.” You joke, shaking your cleavage at him.
Digging through the box together you finally find a pair that is perfect- simple and classic. They look remarkably like the ones in the video as well which EZ is quick to notice. He helps you adjust them and gives a few experimental tugs. “They hurt?” He inquires, and you shake your head. It feels really good and within moments it also makes every other part of your body extra responsive to his soft petting. He can’t stop staring at your breasts and your belly flutters at how much he lusts for you.
“Shake them for me,” he orders. You tilt your head, bite your lip and do as he instructed. The juxtaposition of your innocent demeanor and your tits bound on display like this sends his hand down to squeeze his cock through his jeans.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he whispers. “I’m so lucky you’re mine.”
He leans you back into the bed, propping your head up on a few extra pillows before covering your body with his, and devouring your mouth. With your legs around his waist he reaches down to pop the button of his jeans, and you use your feet to help edge them off over his hips. EZ’s cock is rock hard and the sight of it makes your mouth water. It looks thick, swollen and angry and you couldn’t wait for it to stretch you out.
You look up as EZ leans over to the nightstand to take out your eyeshade.
“Will you let me blindfold you, baby?
It isn’t your first foray into sensory deprivation, but never with nipple clamps. Abstaining from sex for a few weeks left you both inspired and extra horny and you are up for it. He covers your eyes plunging you into darkness.
It is quiet. You feel the bed bounce as EZ gets up.
Your head turns left to right trying to make sense of what is happening.
“EZ?” You say quietly.
You feel a big hand slip just under the waistband of your panties grazing your mound with a featherlight touch. Every sensation feels raw and new. At the same time, a firm yank on the chain between the clamps elicits a soft yelp from you. It is so unexpected, your back arches like an instrument being restrung and tightened. He checks up on you making sure you’re okay with this. “Yeah…” you manage to say.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are,” you hear EZ breathe, as his hand slides further into your panties, slipping in a single digit between your wet folds.
“Oh my god….” Just one (not so little) finger has your pussy weeping, and he isn’t even fucking you with it. He removes his finger and you struggle to get a sense of what is happening. You are aware there is a hand over your face and the sweet scent of your fluids triggers your sense of smell. “Suck on it, baby” he says parting your lips. You smile around this welcomed warm intrusion, letting your flavor tingle on your tastebuds.
As you lap at his finger, you’re picturing how delicious his cock would feel right now in your mouth instead, and you swirl your tongue over the tip. You hear his warm hearty chuckle as EZ climbs back up on the bed. “Taste good?” He inquires.
“You know I do.” A slow smile creeps upon your lips. You are shameless.
“But that’s not what I want in my mouth though.”
He returns to bed, gently rubbing all the skin around your breasts but never touching them directly. He licks your neck and rolls you to the side kissing down the side of your body before showering your tummy with gentle nibbles.
You feel EZ straddle your stomach.
“You can’t see this, so I’ll tell you what I’m doing.” He begins. You feel something slap against the left clamp so you have a pretty good idea of what is happening.
You hear a wet slap against the right one now as he alternates between them over and over again.
“Absolutely gorgeous.”
“Fuck!” You are quivering.
The wet tip of his dick seeping with his precum gently rubs the soft flesh of your cleavage, slipping under the chain and then he lifts off.
““I’m rubbing my cock all around your pretty tits. And now I’m gonna use it to yank…” EZ says, before he slaps his heavy cock up and down in the space between your breasts, snapping the chain.
“Uh… oh… my…” You cry. You pant his name. It’s too much, but at the same time you don’t want him to stop either. You wonder if you can come like this because you’re squeezing your thighs together trying to disperse the sensations. You arch and shake in bed wondering what inspired him to try this. You don’t remember the couple in the video doing anything this creative. This was all EZ. My god, you’re dating the Da Vinci of Sex, and you’re never gonna let him go.
“I’m gonna take them off now,” He informs you. “I think you’ve had enough.” He gingerly and carefully removes the nipple clamps from your body, tossing them aside, and you wince as he gently massages your breasts to return feeling to them. Your body is on fire. Your tits have never felt more sensitive.
You feel EZ shift and climb further up, and the tip of his cock knocks at your lips begging for entrance. “Let me in,” he orders and you eagerly open for him. Perhaps it was the weeks you two went without sex that left him especially pent up, or your deprivation of sight but he feels bigger and fills your mouth more than usual.
“I love having your cock in my mouth, EZ” you smile around him before taking him down your throat. You suck him nice and slow and listen to his labored breathing and hushed words of encouragement, such music to your ears.
He pulls out to check on you and you reach out to blindly stroke his thighs letting him know you can handle more. You know he wants to get rougher and he’s just waiting to explode. Your hands reach around to continue your own breast play, your pebbled nipples aching to the touch.
‘Fuck my face?” You beg sweetly. You want it, you need it.
EZ growls hearing you beg like that.
“Tap my leg if you need air, sweetheart,” he says before he shoves his cock back in your mouth.
His thrusts are deep and slow but relentless, constricting the back of your throat. Your mouth fills with spit as you suction off his cock and let the saliva dribble from your swollen lips.
He bellows a low “Fuck….” letting you know how absolutely debauched you look stuffed full of him, and your eyes are watering behind the mask. When he speeds up and you feel him begin to twitch, he unexpectedly pulls out, and pushes the eyeshade up over your head.
You blink slowly, your blurry eyes stinging from your tears, as you try to adjust to the light. But as your vision returns you see EZ is on his knees on top of you, viciously stroking his cock.
“Watch me. I wanna cum on your tits,” He breathes raggedly and you want nothing more than to feel him shower you with his seed.
You are in awe of him as he throws his head back as he jerks off; those big strong hands wrapped tightly around his length. Your pussy is aching at the sight. You continue to play with your tits, your body buzzing with anticipation.
“I want you to cum on them, pretty pretty please?” You blink up at him and whimper.
He groans, relief washing over his face as the first hot creamy jets hit your tits, and then another and another. “Fuck!” It runs down your chest and over your belly, and it just keeps coming.
“Shit, EZ.” You look down at your well glazed body. There is so much cum, and it was well worth the wait. You rub the sticky fluid into your nipples, and swipe a finger full to taste as you look up adoringly at EZ who is still trying to regain some semblance of composure. He is completely exhausted as he collapses beside you. When he finally looks over to see the damage he’s made, he heaves an apologetic sigh. “That was so one-sided, I’m sorry.”
He grabs some baby wipes to clean you up, before falling into the bed next to you again.
You know he’s too tired to do anything about you now but you are fine with that. You just love being able to take care of your man, and if waiting is any indication about how strongly you will come, you could look forward to your turn in the morning.
“That’s okay,” you roll him over so you could spoon him and rub his head. It’s enough just to hold him like this. “We have all day, and a whole box to play with.”
He uses the rest of his strength to pull you tighter around him, mumbling about how happy you make him and how he’s the luckiest guy in the world. But you know you’re the lucky one to have a man who’s this easy to love.
“Happy Valentines Day,” he says, drifting to sleep in your arms.
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A small, dirty blurb cause I’m horny and I love you guys. Let me know what you think. This is NOT connected to the bartender x Manny verse.
warnings: 18+ only, steamy, choking, oral sex
EZ and Manny were close. Very close. It had been a surprise to their brothers on both sides; the Santo Padre members were wary of Manny at first, and the Yuma guys outright hated EZ, but it worked. Both men were loyal to the club, both were dedicated to seeing it prosper in the future, and both were more than willing to do the work to make it happen. But they weren’t just carbon copies of one another; EZ was brash where Manny was calm, Manny was decisive when EZ was hesitant. They were a good match, a good friendship, a good duo. And as the months went on, the two grew closer. They shared a fiery devotion to the club as well as a strong sense of family, they shared a levelheadedness that was still tempered by a love of being an outlaw, and they shared a trust that was different, even, then the kind of trust they showed their brothers—blood or otherwise. They shared everything.
Summary:After a night at the clubhouse, you and Ez head home to spend the night together. Unfortunately, a phone call distracts you but luckily, Ez finds it endearing.
Pairing:Ez Reyes x fem!Reader
Warnings:Gets a tiny bit spicy but not full on smutty.
Ez stood behind you, his hands on your waist and chin resting on your shoulder, as you sifted through the contents of your bag in search of your keys. His had been left at home, a byproduct of taking your car to the clubhouse instead of his bike, and he made no attempt to make the search easier as he nosed at your jaw.
You were grateful that he couldn’t see your face though you knew he could sense your amusement as you playfully rolled your eyes. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be, Ezekiel.”
Ez made no effort to stop as you both heard the the barely contained laughter in your voice when you tilted your head to give him more room. His lips curled into a smile and you hummed at the feeling of his facial hair brushing your skin as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder.
Gingerly opening one eye, you awake slowly, the throbbing in your head to be expected. You weren’t wasted the night before, but you definitely weren’t sober. You fumble blindly at the side of your bed for your ever-present bottle of water, locating and opening it, gulping back the contents in order to quench your parched mouth. Better.
The covers are soft and warm against your nudity, but fuck, they’re potent. They smell of alcohol tinged sweat and the scent of sex mingling with the occasional burst of your perfume and the fabric softener, as well as the pleasant fragrance of the man lying beside you, his large body still under the spell of sleep. Finally, you had sex with EZ. It had been on the cards for a damn long time.
In a friendship with that much playful flirting, it was always obvious it’d be a matter of when and not if.
Remembering it, though? Now, there is where a problem presents itself.
Another of the 4k drabbles! I think an anon asked for this, I’m unsure, but either way, ‘tis done!
Words - 436
Warning - Smut.Under 18? Come back when you’re old enough! This isn’t for minors.
The tingles of your ascension begin to glimmer right in the pit of your groin, all the ministrations shown to you by the huge man behind you, his thick chest slithering against your back as he arrows your pussy deeply, everything culminating torridly.
And then he stops. Again.
“EZ!”
His deep chuckle of entertainment does not go down well. You could happily murder him right now for his continued edging of you.
“Just imagine how incredible it’ll feel once I do finally let you get there.”
He makes a valid point, albeit an extremely frustrating one. Oh, how you long to fall over the edge he continually builds you up to, beginning to slowly sink in and out of you again, his cock evoking magmatic pleasure to swell within you, heat crackling through your veins. One arm has you held tight, wrapped around his chest, the other is reached down, fingertips stroking your clit in time with each slowly administered thrust.
He builds you up again, speeding up, groaning against your neck as he daggers your insides, feeling the slick heat of your soaking cunt begin to flutter around him once more. But then, of course…
“Oh my god, please!”
“Not yet.”
He will keep you teetering, you know this as you cry out, his stilled motions once again gaining momentum, your wet plush noisily cut through by his iron hard rigidity, his hand slipping up to gently grasp your throat, nipping your ear, groaning deeply, losing himself to the need to pound you for a few moments, so much so that he almost doesn’t stop…
But stop, he does.
“I’m going to die if you don’t let me cum!” You wail with indignance, sobbing as he pants against the side of your neck.
“You’re being a little excessively dramatic.” The slow drag of his cock has you burning, yearning for the release he denies, pleasure misting your spine as once again he builds you up.
“Please, EZ. This time.” You plead, his lips conjuring magic at your neck as he fucks up into you, his hardness keen and unyielding, his fingers sweeping over your bud rapidly as you begin to wail.
When the sweet, heady rush begins to throb, the wave approaching your shore, he lets it capsize you, your voice breaking apart on a shrill cry, all that edging released so magnificently as you flutter around his cock as he spills into you, your entire body tingly and light as you recover from the realms of nirvana that he finally sent you to.
Sometimes, the wait truly is worth it.
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Summary: PWP, This is pure filth and won’t apologize for it.
Word Count:2k+
Warnings: They fuqqin y’all (p in v), unprotected sex (wrap it up don’t be out here playing with your health), choking, degradation, light slapping, daddy kink, spitting in reader’s mouth, oral (female r) um i don’t know what else to put just know it’s nasty up under the cut.
A/N: pretty sure this is a one shot, but who knows lmao. if there’s any errors or typos my bad, i gave it a look over before posting but i probably missed something knowing me. and the divider are by @firefly-graphics
DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.
Mayans MC preference: how they react to their naive and optimistic S/O
Bishop
Bish loves your upbeat attitude, it’s always making the clubhouse, his life, so much brighter, but he really, really wishes you weren’t always so naive. He knows that he can’t have one trait without the other though, so he’ll gladly take that naiveté if it means you keep your sunny disposition. He’ll just have to be a little more overprotective sometimes.
Angel
This boy finds it so refreshing that you’re just absolutely upbeat about everything in life. So often, he’s dealt with terrible things happening, but you always find a way to make them bearable. His name may be Angel, but he thinks you really are one.
Coco
He is always the one that gets frustrated with your happy-go-lucky attitude the most. He loves you a lot, but his temper is short, especially when he has a problem. Usually, he’ll be going through it (when is he not?) and will snap when you tell him all the good about the situation. But once he sees that hurt look in your eyes, his whole world crumbles. Usually it takes him a bit to come find you and apologize, but he always does.
EZ
His world has been so dark recently, first his mom, then prison, then the problems with the club, that he just feels like you’re a breath of fresh air. He could sit there for hours just listening to the optimism in your voice, it brightens his whole world. EZ is smart though, and he knows how your naivete could be harmful so he prefers to have you with someone he trusts as much as possible. Either another Mayan, or his dad, hell even Letty, would make sure that you’re kindness is not going to be taken advantage of.
Miguel
He loves that you’re happy; he’s got one foot in both worlds and that can lead down a very dark path so having someone by his side who is just so bright reminds him of the man he’s striving to become. Your naivete drives him crazy though, because he knows that your lack of understanding and knowledge of all the dark in the world is going to lead to your downfall. Expect lots of arguments with “Dammit, you just don’t understand!” and a constant personal bodyguard to protect you from the world when Miguel can’t.
Nestor
He might have some darkness in him, but deep down this boy is super soft and just craves the constant positivity you embody. Seeing how you can find the good in absolutely anyone or any situation is the only thing keeping him going sometimes. Your naivete drives him absolutely crazy, in a different way than Miguel though, and being with you made him realize how much he wants to corrupt that innocence. His loyalty will be to you above all else and he will make sure you are always protected and taken care of.
Warnings:I’m not the best when it comes to following writing rules. I pretty much write how I want to, so if you’re a stickler for grammar and what not just ignore it or don’t read loll (I’m nice I promise.)
A/N:This is my first time writing from the ‘YOU’ perspective or second person view so please go easy on me. It seemed like the best way to write this drabble and I hope you guys like it as much as I do. I don’t usually write non smut or fluff so I hope this is good
Ezekiel’s heart skipped a beat whenever he laid eyes on you. To him you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He thought maybe his crush was based on the fact that he’d been in jail for so long but once the feeling persisted he knew it was real. Your smile, your touch, your voice all warmed his heart and body. His heart ached for you. Needing to be close to but never being able, with you being Bishop’s niece and Alvarez’s daughter. EZ knew it was a terrible decision to fall for you. Who could blame him. All the members wanted you, none of them had the guts to ever act. EZ was different; he knew you were worth the risk.
EZ walked into the club as the loud music caused the walls to vibrate. He scanned the party for a few moments before spotting you near the bar drinking a beer with Angel and Coco. He took a deep breath before walking over to greet everyone. After a little small talk he asked you to talk somewhere private. Tonight was the night he was going to lay it all on the line for you.
Prompt from This Post: Person A and Person B go roller skating together but one of them falls and gets hurt and they end up spending their romantic night out in the ER.
Warnings:language, hospitals, talk of injuries, talk of pain meds
Word Count: 2.6k
A/N: I was so excited to write this one! Hope y’all enjoy!
A small, dirty blurb cause I’m horny and I love you guys. Let me know what you think. This is NOT connected to the bartender x Manny verse.
warnings: 18+ only, steamy, choking, oral sex
EZ and Manny were close. Very close. It had been a surprise to their brothers on both sides; the Santo Padre members were wary of Manny at first, and the Yuma guys outright hated EZ, but it worked. Both men were loyal to the club, both were dedicated to seeing it prosper in the future, and both were more than willing to do the work to make it happen. But they weren’t just carbon copies of one another; EZ was brash where Manny was calm, Manny was decisive when EZ was hesitant. They were a good match, a good friendship, a good duo. And as the months went on, the two grew closer. They shared a fiery devotion to the club as well as a strong sense of family, they shared a levelheadedness that was still tempered by a love of being an outlaw, and they shared a trust that was different, even, then the kind of trust they showed their brothers—blood or otherwise. They shared everything.
Summary: You come home drunk and horny after a night out with your girls, but EZ is a gentleman.
Pairing: EZ Reyes x female reader
Warnings: Sexual content - female masturbation, slight voyeurism, mention of alcohol but no sex under the influence.
Word count: 1,039
A/N: I hope you guys like this one I’m hoping to deliver more over the weekend! I miss you all
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“I’m not even that drunk, babe.”
EZ chuckled as he shook his head, hands on your waist to steady you from the swaying you seemed to be oblivious to. Leaning forward, his lips left a gentle and loving kiss on your forehead.
“Except you are, baby."
You giggled yourself, eyes heavy and half-lidded as you brought your hand up to your mouth stifling a hiccup.
"I’m just relaaaaaaaxed. That’s all."
EZ shook his head at you but you ignored it, leaning forward yourself to return the kiss though you placed your lips on his jaw instead. You left one kiss, then two, then a third, each lasting longer and feeling more passionate than the last. EZ’s smile slowly faded, his adam’s apple bobbing as he registered how your kisses transformed from chaste to vigorous. He sighed, hands squeezing your hips gently.
"Not right now, baby. You’re drunk."
Your lips didn’t let up, only a sigh falling from your mouth against his skin that nearly had goosebumps popping up on his skin.
"Maybe. Doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want though."
Your kisses continued and so did EZ’s internal battle. He should stop you. He knew that.
Despite your protests, you were drunk, and of that he was certain. You were also still coherent though, and he couldn’t deny that you were always most confident as well when you were drunk. Any insecurities and hang-ups that held you back went out the window and all you were concerned about was bringing as much pleasure to you both as possible. EZ still tossed it back and forth in his head, the feeling of your lips now traveling down to his neck not making things any easier. Mustering enough self-control, he pushed you away gently, trying his best to be firm.
"We can’t, mama. I’m serious. Once you drink some water and chill out for the night if you still feel like it then we can. But not while you’re drunk."
Your whine was just as prominent as your pout and you pulled away, body comically bouncing up and down as you drunkenly threw a mild tantrum.
"Must you always be such a gentleman?”
You grumbled as you pulled away from him, the Mayan chuckling as he ushered you toward the bathroom.
“Need help in the shower?”
Shaking your head, you gathered your PJs and a new pair of underwear as EZ undressed. Looking over your shoulder, you saw his attention was no longer on you and sneakily grabbed your favorite toy out of the drawer as well, tucking it under your change of clothes.
If he wanted to be chivalrous, that was fine, but you were going to come at least once before you went to bed, even if that meant you had to do it yourself in the shower. You quickly made your way into the bathroom, nearly tripping over your own feet before you were able to close the door. You didn’t bother locking it, EZ already in bed and under the covers. You knew he would wait for you to get out, you just needed to be quick and quiet.
It didn’t take you long to undress and hop in the warm water, sticking your toy’s suction cup to the shower wall. You were already slick, even from the moment you had thought about EZ as your friends were driving you back home. You were already worked up enough, it didn’t take too much to slide back onto the toy, the smooth silicone filling you quickly. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, trying your best to stifle and conceal the moans so that he would be none the wiser. The alcohol was still swimming in your system though, and you weren’t being nearly as quiet as you thought you were.
EZ could hear it pretty clearly.
Your quickened breaths.
The water splashing.
The light thud of your body hitting the wall as the toy bottomed out.
It didn’t take him but a handful of seconds to realize you weren’t actually bathing in there and he sighed, climbing out of the bed and walking to the bathroom door. He didn’t bother knocking, simply twisting the knob and opening the door. He had already envisioned you, but that didn’t stop the rush of blood heading down to his boxers as he looked at you, body wet and slick, one hand bracing you while the other was hidden between your thighs.
He watched you for a moment, your closed eyes and inebriated mind not sharp enough to realize he was there yet. You kept up your rhythm, desperately chasing the orgasm that you had been denied. He felt bad just a little, not wanting you to feel neglected, but also never wanting to take advantage or cross any of your boundaries, even if you didn’t know you had them. He was about to simply leave you to it when you finally opened your eyes, feeling that coil getting tighter. You locked eyes with him, the hazel now darker with lust. The moan that tumbled from your lips then was genuine and unhindered, no more trying to be quiet. It was desperate and needy and despite EZ not even being near you, his presence and being watched was enough to push you. You writhed and bucked, the liquor in your system unable to choose if you were more focused on filling yourself or rubbing to add more stimulation. It was the whine of his name falling from your open mouth that triggered him into reacting, the Mayan keeping his eyes locked on yours as he nodded.
“Do it. Go ahead. Come for me."
That was all you needed, his voice and permission having your thighs clench around your hand as you buried the toy within you. Eyes shut tight and head swimming, you tried to catch your breath, colorful spots floating behind your eyelids from the force of your orgasm. You shuddered and removed your hand, pulling yourself off of the toy just as EZ was opening the shower door, towel already in his hands spread out for you to step into, his voice soft.
"Come on, hurry up so we can get you to bed. You’re gonna need it.”
