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.
[ read on AO3 ] Pairing:Miguel x Reader/Nun (Latinx, WOC)
Word Count: 2415
Story Summary: Miguel is hiding in Mexico under an assumed name in his Aunt’s church, where he catches the eye of one of the nuns about to take her vows.
Story Warnings: Sacrilegious themes, NSFW, some praise kink, loss of virginity, explicit smut (18+)
A/N:This is written solely based on the events of episode 4x04, so my assumptions about Miguel’s story may not be accurate, and obvious spoilers for this episode. I also am not a religious person and those elements are based on surface research I did and there will be inaccuracies. But you’re probably not here to read about my thorough understanding of Catholicism, right?
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You tend to your daily chores as you watch Madre Superiora’s nephew from the window— the mop of dark curls flop over his sweaty brow, as he bends over the rusty water pump. He wipes the sweat off with the back of his hand before filling the basin with cool fresh water. Splashing his face, he lets out a satisfied sigh.
“Are you ready, Sister?” Sol Sofia asks.
You sweep the same patch of tile over and over again, and she senses your mind is elsewhere.
He catches you staring at him, his lips curling into a quiet taciturn smile. Martin pauses, and waves. This was how Madre Superiora hesitantly addressed him, almost a year ago when you found him on the doorsteps of your church, a somber and broken soul. She was as surprised as the rest of you to see him. “Mi sobrino… Martin,” she finally said, but some days you could have sworn she called him by another name. She forbade the order from speculating about her nephew and his history. He is here to give penance, and reminded the sisters that gossip is a sin of speech.
For the first few months Martin found odd jobs on the church grounds, rising at sunup to go to the quarry to collect stones for the wall in the cemetery, and working till sundown. He kept to himself and took his meals separate from the sisters. You always brought him the food, as you were burdened with the most chores as the newest of the convent. It was simple sustenance in keeping with your vow of poverty— a bit of bread, and some soup. He never spoke to the other sisters, only his Tia, but nodded in gratitude when you would hand him his tray. As the months wore on, you found yourself developing a soft spot for him. “You take on too many strays,” the other sisters joke, as you tear off heartier and heartier pieces of the daily loaf for Martin. He notices this too, and finally one day he speaks to you. “Thank you, Sister.” His voice was deep and velvety and did not match the gruff and rugged exterior. For the first time in your brief life, you felt like you were hearing the voice of God.
“Ready?” You repeat, distracted. Your throat is parched, and your response is clipped. It must be the summer heat.
“Yes. To answer the call?” Sol Sofia says. Ah, yes… You will take your vows, and devote your life to Him, to God tomorrow.
The two vows of Poverty, and Obedience you understand — to live a quiet life in complete love and service, and to want for nothing before the eyes of our Lord. This is something you know well since you entered the church as a novitiate. But since the arrival of Martin, it is the third vow of Chastity with which you struggle. You have prayed for God to grant you the wisdom to take on this sacred promise. You read about such sinful desires in the Holy Book and wonder if the Lord is testing you, by burdening you with such unbridled lust for this stranger. It is wrong! It is sinful to think about pleasures of the flesh! You prayed nightly for a resolution to no avail, waking up with your heart racing and an unfamiliar wetness between your legs from dreams unfit for repetition.
Martin returns to his work and you continue with your chores. You white knuckle the handle of your broom, as a heat creeps up the neck of your habit. You tug on the collar, needing to catch your breath.
“Yes, Sister,” you finally answer. “I wish only to live to serve Him.”
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In the evening you return to the chapel after the other sisters have retired for the night for one final opportunity to ask God for counsel.
Sitting in the first pew, you take in the quiet and the beauty of this sanctified space illuminated by candlelight. “Father in heaven,” you pray, folding your hands and closing your eyes. “I open my heart and my mind to you. I pray for your forgiveness and ask you for guidance.”
“I believe in your grace with all my heart, but I know you hear my thoughts and know they are impure. I want to be good; I want to be clean, but I am struggling with my faith and my vow of chastity. Before I am yours forever, I want to know if I could belong to another… if only for a night.”
The large wooden door to the chapel creaks and startles you.
You let out an audible gasp, head spinning to see the interloper. Martin! Did he hear you? You wonder.
“Hmm, my tia keeps pestering me to have a conversation with God, but I see you’re already here bending his ear,” he says, walking down the aisle. Before you can object, he takes a seat next to you in the pew.
“It’s late. I’m just about to turn in for the night,” you stumble over your words. “I will take… I will take my vows tomorrow, and need to pray on it one last time.”
“Did your conversation with God clarify things for you?” He asks with genuine interest.
You gulp, lips trembling. “Not one bit.”
“I’m sure whatever problem vexes you can resolve itself tonight,” He gently unfolds your hands and when you do not retreat, he strokes your knuckles. “May I? I never properly thanked you for your kindness, Sister. I imagine it can’t have been easy to have me here, an extra mouth to feed, a stranger seeking sanctuary.”
This is your calling. You chuckle nervously and cite the life’s purpose you believe you hold so dearly.
“I live to serve our Lord. My body is a vessel for his goodwill,” you say, as your cheeks burn, and you avert your eyes from his gaze.
“Sister, do you believe your body could be a vessel for anything else?” His voice is silky, and his words slither inside you.
You are a novice in many ways, and yet you understand his meaning. Beneath the long white robes of your habit you squeeze your thighs, unsure if you wish this throbbing sensation to subside. His forwardness both surprises and excites you.
“I have prayed—” you say quietly, uncertain of how to respond. You have dreamed and fantasized about this moment. “—I have prayed for an answer. Lust is a sin, but I worry my faith is wavering.”
His laugh is hearty. “Desire, it is a natural sentiment. I do not think our good Lord would want you to deny this feeling.” He dips his head seeking affirmation. “Do you desire me, Sister?”
You finally work up the courage to face him. He is still holding your hand. Martin’s curls are slicked back, fresh from the bath. His lips are wet and his eyes sparkle as he takes you in.
He is so beautiful, like some sort of Messiah. But you still dance around the question. You are afraid of giving power to your words.
“I heard you ask God if you could belong to another for tonight, but tonight you belong to no one,” he says simply.
He is giving you a choice, and so you choose honesty.
“I don’t want to wonder about what I’ll be missing before I give myself to God,” you say, reaching for your rosary. You rub it in your hands hoping it will give you the answer you seek.
He approaches as if you are a frightened, skittish deer. “I can show you.”
He bows his head for a kiss, his beard tickling your skin. The sensation of his warm lips on yours spreads through your body and you push into his touch. He lets go of your hand and snakes it around your waist. His nimble fingers undo your tunic, and you let it fall to the floor.
You pray God will forgive you this one indiscretion.
Martin’s hands are skillful, grabbing and squeezing your tits, and caressing your neck as his tongue dances across your lips. His eyes are hungry, fixed on your chest, and the curves of your exposed flesh.
It is new, but you like this— this feeling of being devoured.
He stands up and drags you to your knees, unbuckling his belt and pushing his trousers down. You have never seen a cock before and your eyes grow big as he presses it against your face.
“Can this pretty mouth be a vessel for me?” He whispers.
You give him a hesitant lick and he sees how far he can push your lips apart before it is too much for your throat and your conscience. Shh shh, he says. He doesn’t force it, and your shallow, innocent sucking is enough. Martin’s breathing is restrained. You can feel him get harder and harder in your mouth.
“Do you touch yourself, Sister? Do you know how to?” He asks again, voice husky with want.
Mouth full of cock, you shake your head shyly. He brushes your cheek with affection and removes himself.
He sits you down on his lap, one arm tight around your waist and your bare bottom rubbing against his erection. “Like this, Sister,” he says, guiding a trembling hand between your legs.
With his guidance, he works your fingers over your wet pussy, letting you set the pace and explore your body. It’s all so new and the sensations are so overwhelming, like a sin waiting to be absolved.
“It feels wrong, but in a good way,” you breathily admit. “I don’t know if this is how—”
He cuts you off. “You’re doing so well.” He kisses your shoulder and pushes your hand aside gently. “Let me help you.” His firm fingers rub your swollen clit and you feel yourself losing your mind. He teases your folds and slides two digits in, checking your reaction to this intrusion.
“Yes… oh my,” You sigh.
He mutters a word you dare not repeat as your tight pussy grips him. He slides in and out of you at a punishing pace. Your eyes roll back when his thumb circles your little nub and you choke back tears, thighs shaking.
“You just came, mi amor,” he says, proud as can be. He holds up his hand to show you how you’re dripping with sweet honey. You collapse against his chest as he licks you clean.
The strange feeling between your legs went away for a brief moment, but at the sight of him sucking those long digits clean of you, it returned immediately. You turn to kiss him, threading your fingers through his dark hair, hips rocking against his throbbing cock.
“I want more, please.” You do not recognize the voice of this woman. Martin only grins at the little monster he has created.
“Isn’t greed a sin?” He teases.
He sees your lip quivering and catches it between his teeth. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” His kisses are wetter, harder, but he is as good as his word. Every part of your body that he touches comes alive.
The pew is small but you make do. He sheds the last layers of his clothing, lays you out beneath him, and pulls your leg over his shoulder. In the flickering candlelight his big brown eyes look even more ravenous, his sweaty muscles glimmering. He grins and lays a playful kiss on the inside of your knee, never breaking eye contact.
He collects the wetness from between your legs and uses it to stroke himself before carefully pushing himself inside slowly and firmly. If you have to spend a lifetime atoning for this moment, you know it will be worth it.
You gasp. This is different and hurts more than his fingers. As he makes his way deeper and you feel yourself stretch, you start to ache but can’t help but want more.
“Shhh, I know… I know…” He soothes, and the pain slowly dissipates. You learn to grind back against him, bodies moving in unison. Your fingers crawl down your belly to touch yourself just the way he showed you.
You cry out his name, and his hips stutter. He shakes his head no. “Shh.. shh…,” he hushes, as a big hand comes down to cover your mouth, before finding respite at your throat. He is of two minds, squeezing only hard enough to silence your words.
His hips buck desperately, fingers pressing into your flesh, fucking you hard. He feels you coming and unclenches the grip around your neck. Your body is exploding into a million pieces and becoming whole in the blink of an eye. The sensation is too much to bear. Your veil is loosening and falls to the floor.
“I don’t only want to be a vessel for God, I need to be filled as a woman,” you beg, tears rolling down your face.
Your body is shuddering as he slowly pulls out. “Come here,” he orders, pulling you up and shoving your head into his lap. You know what to do, as your mouth closes over his cock. You can taste him, you can taste you, and what you made together. His creamy hot seed flows down your throat, consecrating your body in the empty chamber of this chapel.
The candles have burned down to the last of their wicks, and you and Martin will soon be enveloped in darkness.
He pulls you to curl up on his lap, and you hear his heartbeat slow. You press tiny kisses to his sweaty neck, breathing him in.
“Can we stay like this a little longer?” You ask, and he nods. He doesn’t want to let you go either.
You trace the ring dangling from a gold chain around his neck, and he reaches to clutch it protectively. “It belonged to my mother,” he finally says.
“And this one?” You take his left hand in yours, playing with his fingers.
He stares at the gold band and twists it. “I broke a promise to a wife I had in another life,” he says simply. There is hurt in his voice and you do not press further. He fingers the silver cross nestled in your bosom. “And you? Has the Lord answered your prayers?”
“Tomorrow, I will be married to God, Martin.” You know you can never take back tonight.
“It’s Miguel,” he says, the last flames extinguished. “My name is Miguel.”
Request: Hey! Can I please request something Can you write one where you’re nervous about having Angels baby but he reassures you? Hope that’s okay Loving your writing
Warnings: language, pregnancy, I think that’s it?
Authors Note: I did this as a headcanon, I hope it’s okay. also loosely inspired by Jane the virgin and the office
Angel coming home and being concerned when you don’t greet him at the door like you usually do
He calls out to you but there’s no answer
He finds you in the nursery, rummaging through the drawers
Tiny clothes scattered on the floor around you in various piles
“Fuck ma, why you not answer me?”
You ignore him, pulling out a white onesie.
“What you doing mami?”
“We don’t have any prem clothes” you sigh, “What are we gonna do if she comes early?”
“He ain’t coming early mama. Relax.”
you roll your eyes and continue folding the clothes
Angel leans on the door frame and watches you
He notices the length of fabric wrapped around your body
“The fuck you wearing?”
“It’s a boba wrap.”
He just stares at you, mouth open
“For baby wearing.”
He tuts and shakes his head.
“It’s a baby ma, not an accessory.”
Rolling your eyes is far too common in this relationship
“Baby wearing has many benefits, actually.”
Angel watches you waddle over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room
He notices the way you winced as you sit down
Your hands cradling your bump
The bags under your eyes
“Look, mami, we can get some prem clothes. You don’t need to worry.”
“It’s not just the clothes, Angel. We don’t have a change table, I haven’t even found a doula yet, I need to sign up for lactation classes, we do-“
Angel interrupts you
“Why do you need lactation classes?”
You scrunch up your face
“I’ve never had a baby before, I don’t know how to breastfeed! I want to be prepared.”
“Don’t you just push it out?”
Is he serious
“How? How would I push it out?”
“Shit I dunno,”
He hunches his shoulders and pushes his chest forward
“Like this.”
“Jesus Christ.” You shake your head.
And maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones
Or the fact that you’re dating a buffoon
But tears start welling in your eyes
Angel notices straight away and he kneels in front of you
His ringed fingers covering yours as they run over your belly
“What’s wrong, mi vida?”
And you tell him
You tell him you’re scared. Scared of all the things to come
Cause what if you can’t do this? What if you’re a bad mother?
Angel watches you in disbelief
He had been so busy worrying about being a father
The constant threat of being inadequate at the forefront of his mind
He had no idea that his own fears mirrored yours
Because of course you can do this
“Mama, you’re gonna be amazing. Shit you’re already amazing. Look at this room. All the shit you have for this baby? He doesn’t need it. Especially them shoes. You think he’s gonna walk outta that pussy? Naw. He doesn’t need any of that. He’s got you. You’re all he needs”
“She.”
It’s Angels turn to roll his eyes
“Look I dunno what the fuck I’m doing. I don’t know anything about babies. I don’t know how to be good. But you?”
“Querida, you’re nothing but good. I been spending all this time thinking I’m not gonna be good enough for this kid. But I know no matter how much I fuck up, this kids gonna be fine. He’s not gonna be a fuck up cause he’s got you.”
You’re crying, and it’s definitely not the hormones
You pull him to you and kiss him softly
“Thank you, Angel.”
He shrugs and kisses your belly before sitting between your legs
SUMMARY: After going toe to toe with Nestor, you get intel from an unexpected source.
WARNINGS: 18+ only; oral sex; 2.3k words
AUTHOR’S NOTE: buckle up, folks.
You crawl out of bed, not bothering to change, and creep out of your room to see who is around. Somehow, you are not surprised to see Nestor sitting on the couch with a paper, sipping a coffee.
“Any of that left?”
He raises his eyebrows. “I thought you didn’t drink coffee?”
You wave your hand. “Desperate times and all that.” You grab a mug off the hanger, emptying the rest of the pot into your mug before refilling it and starting a new one. You only have about half a mug but you take a deep breath, tipping it back as you swallow the bitter liquid as it scalds your throat.
“You can try creamer and sugar, maybe you won’t hate it as much.”
You rinse out the mug, face turned up in a grimace, already regretting your choice, knowing everything you eat today will be tainted by the taste. “I’ve tried it all before, just can’t do it.”
SUMMARY: When the walls of your room start closing in, you make a selfish request that reveals a secret that breaks your heart.
WARNINGS: 18+ only; infertility mention; food mention; 2.9k words
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Whoops. This chapter got away from me.
You are going to lose your mind. You’ve been in Vegas over thirty six hours now and haven’t left your room and no one’s even come to visit. The only interaction you’ve had was calling down for room service then getting it from the room next door. At first, you’d enjoyed the quiet, knowing that your time to explore the strip would come. You’d woken up refreshed and relaxed, excitedly knocking on the door separating the rooms to let them know you were up and ready to hit the town, only for Bishop to say that you’d be spending the night in and to order whatever you wanted.
You’d pouted only slightly, but when you saw the bags under his eyes, you knew he’d probably not even been to sleep yet. Glancing around the room you noticed Hank and Taza looked just as tired, so you nodded in acceptance and slipped back into your room. After checking the menu and placing your order to the room next door, you knocked lightly and let them know you had food coming before slipping into the bathroom.
SUMMARY: Getting settled in, you find out how far Bishop will go to keep you safe.
WARNINGS: 18+ only, 1.6k
AUTHOR’S NOTE: does something like this exist? Idk. May have had made it up just for this story? It’s more likely than you think.
You slip the key into the door, swinging it open and standing back so Hank can walk in the room with your bags. He manages to flick the light switch with his elbow, walking down the narrow hallway, you right behind him.
“Uh,” he says, stopping short.
You can’t see around him, between the actual broadness of the man, plus the bulk of the bags he’s carrying. “What’s wrong?”
He steps further into the room and you finally see what has stopped him.
SUMMARY: You get a firsthand look at life on the road with the guys and figure out where you’re headed.
WARNINGS: 18+ only, cussing, mockery, 1.6k words
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I had so much fun writing this chapter, I don’t even care if any of it is accurate.
“Well, this is going to get annoying.” You’d only been on the road about an hour and a half when you had to pull over for gas. You’d watched everyone circle around to the tank before you left the scrapyard, so when you set out, you knew everyone had a full tank.
Creeper just chuckles. “You see how small the gas tanks are, baby girl? Can’t get the same kind of distance as a cage.”
It’s not that the ‘cage’ got any better mileage, it’s that the van had the capability to hold ten times as much fuel. “Well, I guess that means we’ll never run out of snacks.” You grab the door handle, getting ready to exit the van.
