#mayans mc imagine
This is inspired by Lie by NF
Saturday night parties were very popular among the people who knew about the MC and you were among them through your connection with Angel and EZ. The connection was a bit rough though with Angel because, even though you were there for him for everything and stayed up to talk to him so he could be at ease, he acted like you were nothing in the public eye. Now here you were at the clubhouse, behind Angel as he started talking to Coco and Gilly.
“Nah, man. (Y/N) ain’t really my type,” Angel laughed as he shook his head, “to be honest, she thinks she can control my life,”
“Oh,” Gilly’s eyes widened as he caught sight of you, “ummm, I think you should stop,”
“What? Why?” Angel chuckled but turned around and caught sight of your tear filled eyes as you turned and ran out to your car. He shrugged it off as if it was nothing, but still felt a deep pang in his chest for hurting you.
You were back home and replayed all the nights that you stayed up and even did some late night snack runs for when he called and asked for you to come over. Money was a little tight for you, but you would’ve done anything for Angel though he would never do the same for you. In response to that, you had gotten up out of bed and decided what your makeup was going to be tomorrow and carefully chose your clothes, deciding to show Angel what he missed and how he is never gonna get it back. Lessons were learned and you didn’t regret it.
Hours passed until the party was done and you knew the godforsaken call from Angel would happen. It did soon after you sent a prayer to whoever was up there to not get a call from him, but it went unanswered as you scoffed and begrudgingly answered the phone.
“Hey, preciosa,” Angel whispered.
“Don’t,” you said, “don’t do that shit, not after what happened. It’s so funny because I’m the one you call at night to warm your bed. It’s even funnier when you were literally the only person I ever cared about. I don’t blame you though,” you took a deep breath.
“Querida-” Angel started but you stopped him.
“Nah, I’m the one that bought every lie you told me,” you chuckled humorlessly, “the last time I went to your house, only two nights ago, I didn’t see any of our pictures anymore, but that’s ok now. Just remember that, in the future, I’m going to be the girl you think about when your life moves on and wish that you didn’t fuck shit up,” with that you hung up and put your phone on charger.
Throughout the night, Angel tossed and turned in bed as he replayed all the memories in his head before sitting up, raking his hands through his hair. Without a second thought, he texted your phone and sent apologies and explanations and saying he was trying to put distance between the two of you. All went unread the whole night that he was up until the next morning when you woke up you read the texts. It was ironic for him to say that he wanted the real thing and somebody to be real to him, but the moment you were, he turned and got mad, but then apologized like nothing.
The day passed as your lazy Sunday with your light cleaning, baking, cooking, and just relaxing until you realized that you didn’t have enough eggs for the next day so you dressed in your best sweatpants and sweater and went out to the store. Unfortunately, Angel was also there and he caught a glimpse of you, expecting to see red eyes and swollen, but seeing you in your regular state and glasses.
“Hey, (Y/N). I’m sorry for the things I said last night,” Angel rubbed his neck, “we can still be friends though, right? I mean that’s what I told the guys,”
“Let me guess, you told them that we were barely speaking,” you rolled your eyes, “look, stop calling me and being immature,” you walked away and set your snacks and eggs on the conveyor belt.
Years have passed since then and you moved on with someone that had treated you way better, even showed you off like no other. They made you feel so loved and good. The two of you moved into a house in Arizona, of course keeping in contact with everyone in the MC except for Angel. Angel had received glares from the guys for quite some time when you slowly stopped coming around, but still helped out in any way you could. Now he sat at the clubhouse bar with a beer bottle that had the label scratched off from Angel’s mind, taking him to think of you and all the things you did for him and how you made him feel.
Inspired by Time by NF
It’s hard for anybody to be in a relationship with somebody who is as equally as stubborn as you, but that’s what you got with Coco. The two of you were very different people, but have the same kind of stubbornness, but Coco is somebody who is broken from all the things he endured from his life from his mother to being a sniper to barely claiming his daughter and trying to mend that relationship. This often led to arguments and breakdowns that led to things that shouldn’t be said and tonight was a breakdown.
“I hate you, Coco!” you yelled as the two of you were panting in the living room after an intense screaming match. The two of you stormed away from each other, you to the kitchen and him to his bike outside.
It was getting closer to 11pm when you decided to go to bed even though you were still angry at Coco so you laid in bed with your back facing the door and Coco’s side when you heard the door open and close. After a few minutes, Coco walked in and undressed before getting in the covers with his back towards you too. Just another night of getting into bed angry at each other, but there was a feeling in Coco that knew that everything will be alright because he knew he was changing for the better.
The next morning came and you were sitting on the chair with your cup of coffee when Coco walked into the kitchen and made himself a cup too. He sat down next to you and sighed, “hey. I’m sorry for what I said last night. I just want to let you know that I am changing for the better, but I just need time to show you that I’m worth it. Worth all the fights we been gettin’ into,”
You nodded, “I’m giving you time, Johnny. I’m sorry for saying the things I said last night too. It’s just you can be a difficult person and when you don’t work or anything, you go off on me when I don’t even deserve that shit. You’re gonna break soon and that alone makes me nervous,” you rubbed your temple, “because every time you break, you say something that involves my insecurities and past,”
It was a month later when another fight broke out and you were sitting on the couch while he sat on the floor with his back on the wall. He felt far away to you, but you were in the same room and that felt like the end of your road with him so you stand up and go into the bedroom and grab a bag to pack a few clothes in so you can stay a few nights with your best friend.
When you come back, you set your duffel bag behind the couch, “it seems like we’re at the end of the road,”
“I’d be better alone anyways,” Coco stared at nothing in front of him, but he knew it was just his pride talking because you and him can see that he’s a wreck as it comes out when he’s vulnerable.
Now it’s been a couple weeks and you were still staying with your best friend while Coco would go back to the empty house and think about all the mistakes he has made just wishing he would erase it. He was scared of you and how you were able to get so close to him, but now he was gonna do whatever it takes for you to stay with him.
Nobody really knew this, but the two of you were engaged and you kept the ring around your neck because you never really liked wearing rings as it bothered you a lot. That didn’t change much of the arguing because the passion that the both of you had had led to those ‘passionate’ conversations that were just the two of you just yelling at each other.
You always had him at the edge of his seat trying to analyze everything, but you knew that he was trying to find the better part of himself because he was tired of being so depressed about everything. He was searching for something that he thought was right in front of him and it probably was, but he was stubborn and thought there was something more. Even though you were stubborn, you weren’t as stubborn as him as you tried to tell him that it was in front of him.
Finally, he agreed to go to therapy for you because it’s worth it if it was going to make him the man that was worth it for you. You had been there through his worst moments and it was starting to hurt both you and him from the weight that made it hard for him to open up.
“I’m sorry for all the stress I put you through. I just want you to know that I love you to death,” Coco whispered to you as the two of you laid cuddled up to each other at night.
“I love you to death, mi amor,” you lightly kissed him as the two of you lost consciousness in each other’s arm.
It was worth the time you spent waiting on him.
The skating gif is just a representation on what kind of grind I’m thinking of. (Imagine is under the cut)
Angel was helping Felipe at the carniceria since he didn’t really have anything to do with his day off and he got lucky with an afternoon shift at the scrap the next day. After a few hours, he decided that he had to go home and at least clean up his place so it wasn’t deemed a hoarder house.
“Hey, pops. I’m heading out,” Angel called out, only receiving a grunt in reply so he rolled his eyes and left the shop. He looked left and right to see if there were anybody watching him out of instinct and only saw you skateboarding down the sidewalk and doing tricks that amazed him.
You were getting closer and saw a ledge that looked like it could be grinded on so you ollied onto the ledge to do a 50/50 grind, but your board caught onto something, stopping immediately. The sudden stop had caused you to be launched off of the board and land on the hard cement causing a few scrapes and scratches with a bruised knee that was going to come up soon. A yelp left your lips as heavy footsteps were heard coming towards you.
“Yo, you ok?” a deep voice asked you.
You turned to lay on your back with a groan and opened your eyes to see an angel-like man in your eyesight, “shit, yeah. I’m fine, but is there any chance you got rubbing alcohol and bandages?”
A chuckle left the man’s lips as he nodded, “yeah. C’mon, my pops has a first aid kit in his shop,” he helped you up and into the carniceria, “hey, pops! Can you bring the first aid kit?”
An older man came around the counter and passed Angel the kit as he looked at you, “what happened?”
“Nothing major, sir,” you winced as Angel cleaned your scrapes with alcohol, “just a skateboarding accident,” you pointed towards your board against the wall. The man nodded and went back to work.
“What’s your name?” Angel asked.
“(Y/N). yours?” you raised an eyebrow in question.
“Angel,” Angel smiled at you, “nice to meet you,”
“Nice to meet you too, Angel,” you said as Angel stood up and threw away the used cotton pads and trash, “well, thanks for your help. I’ll see you around,”
“No problema, querida. Wait-” Angel started as you turned to look at him, “how old are you?”
“23,” you looked at him confused, “why?”
“Let’s grab drinks tonight,” Angel winked at you as a blush went to your cheeks.
You hummed in thought, “nah, I’m good. I don’t drink,” Angel winced at that, “but, here,” you grabbed the pen on the counter, “text or call me if you want to get a coffee or something,” you winked as you passed him the pen after writing your number on his forearm. You quickly grabbed your board and rode away from the carniceria.
Angel followed you outside and immediately grabbed his phone and put your number into his phone, sending you a text.
Coffee tomorrow @ 10?
Immediately, his phone dinged and he looked at it to see a text back from you.
Don’t be late.
He looked at the direction you left in to see you winking at him and riding away.
This is inspired by 7 Minutes by Dean Lewis
Bold is memories
Bishop had been on his bike for thirty minutes now, but he wasn’t in Santo Padre. He was in Santa Madre after he dropped you off except this time he wouldn’t go back to see you. It had seemed like it became too much for him to have you text him and ask if he was ok. The fight was still in his head.
“What do you want from me, querida?” Bishop sighed as he dragged a hand down his face.
“I want you to at least just text me to tell me you’re ok and safe. I mean, fuck, I also want to at least see your face once every two weeks or something! I don’t see you anymore, Obispo,” you raised your voice.
Bishop’s patience ran thin as he raised his voice too, “I run a damn MC, (Y/N)! It’s not a office job where I get a lunch hour, it’s a 24/7 job so if you can’t fucking take that then I don’t think this’ll work,”
Tears came into your eyes, “I’m not asking for much, but since you can’t give the minimum then I don’t think this’ll work either. I think you should-” your voice broke, “you should go,”
“Maybe I should,” Bishop slammed the door on his way out before dismounting his bike and speeding off.
Now the wind was rushing past him, he realized he didn’t even know where he was going so he looked around and saw the places you would go to. The first place you kissed which was a bar that wasn’t too far from your place. He went into the parking lot of the bar and parked his bike, but didn’t make any move to get off, instead just sat outside with a cigarette hanging on his lips. Soon the memory came into his head.
“Bish, what are you doing here?” you smiled as you saw the older man stand next to you.
“I wanted to see you,” Bishop smirked as he wrapped his arm around your waist, “you sounded off when you called me earlier so I decided to come and see if I could make it better,”
“There is one way my day could be better,” you shyly smiled.
“Oh yeah? What way is that?” Bishop asked so you turned and placed a hand on his neck to lightly pull him down and kiss him. He was shocked, but quickly became aware and started kissing back.
Memories rushed back to him as he drove past the movie theatres that he took you to, but never got to watch because you and him were too busy talking, laughing, and making out in the parking lot.
“What?! I did not do that when I first met you!” you laughed as you leaned against him as he leaned against your car.
“Yes, you did! You definitely stared at me like I was the only man you saw,” Bishop smirked.
“Whatever. You did the same and Vicky can say so because she was the one who told me that you looked at me like I was the only girl there,” you winked at him.
“I definitely did,” Bishop leaned down and captured your lips with his. You put your hands on his waist to stabilize yourself as you went on the tips of your toes. The moment you two pulled away, he put his watch dorned wrist into his view and saw the movie had already started, “well, looks like we missed the movie,”
You shrugged, “this was much better than a movie I can watch next time,”
Bishop sighed as his realization had hit him like a train. Thoughts of how he could’ve done better in your relationship. Is it too late to turn around? He thought as he looked at the desert around him with the halfway mark between Santa Madre and Santo Padre. Without a second thought, he pulled onto the side of the road and stood from his bike, closing his eyes as more memories flooded his mind.
Music was quietly playing in the background as you and him sat on your bed with glass of wine in both of your hands. Your head laid on his shoulders as you softly hummed with the song playing.
“What song is this, nena?” Bishop asked as he liked how calm you became with the song.
“Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol,” you answered as you looked at him so you could sing some of the lyrics to him, “We don’t need anything or anyone. If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?”
Bishop grabbed both of your glasses and set it on the bedside table before pulling you onto his lap and leaving his hands on your hips, “I will always want to forget the world with you by my side,” you laid your hands on his cheeks and gave him a soft kiss.
He felt mad at himself as he tightened his fist with the feeling of wanting to hurt himself for ever forgetting to just give you his love. Bishop realized that all you wanted was for him to just show that he loved you, but he was so consumed with the MC that he forgot to do just that. He wanted to make it right and, even though he wouldn’t know if you were going to be home, he made a U turn and drove to your house as fast as he could.
You heard his motorcycle before it reached your house as another set of tears streamed down your cheeks. Memories of the fight are still in your mind, but you pushed it aside and grabbed a water bottle to drink to replenish the water you lost because of the tears you cried. A soft knock was heard so you set aside the bottle and slowly opened the door. Bishop looked up and felt his heart break at the tears on your face.
“Querida, I’m sorry. I know I was in the wrong and I forgot to love you,” Bishop felt a tear fall from his eyes, “please forgive me,”
You nodded and opened your arms as he went into your arms and lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around him. He nudged the door closed with his foot and walked the both of you to your room.
Angel Reyes
Call Your Husband by His First Name
Obispo “Bishop” Losa
Gilly Lopez
Johnny “Coco” Cruz
Michael “Riz” Ariza
Hank “Tranq” Loza
Neron “Creeper” Vargas
Che “Taza” Romero
Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes
Leticia “Letty” Cruz
Nestor Oceteva
Miguel Galindo
Santo Padre. The home of Mayans MC or what you call…tios and papa. You were Tranq’s daughter and the princess among the rough and tumble crew even though they were soft with you. You tried to help them out as much as you can which led to you having to help out a doctor from across the border to patch up any major injuries and to patch up any small ones at the clubhouse. There was one rule for you though. No dating any Mayan from any charter. At first, you were fine with it until an LA native came rolling up and started hanging with the Mayans and later being an official one. Neron “Creeper” Vargas was not like any man that you have met in Santo Padre, well because, for one, he was the one that knew the least amount of spanish in the crew so you tried to help him out with the little spanish that you knew.
You only understood the language, but didn’t really know how to speak so it led to study sessions together and trying to learn the language since your father had been so busy with the club to help you out. The time has passed and you find yourself completely head over heels for the non spanish speaker. It had become too much that you had to let someone know and your best friend was your dad and you couldn’t keep anything from him.
“Hey, dad,” you shuffled into his room, “can I tell you something?”
“Of course, mija,” he sat on the edge of the bed and patted the seat next to him, “c’mere,”
You sat on the bed and played with your hands, “so, you know how you said that I can’t date anybody that’s a Mayan? I was fine with that rule until someone came in and joined,”
Tranq stood up, “who? Who is it?”
You put your hands up, “do not get mad when I tell you, ok?” your father glared at you before sighing with a nod, “it may or may not be Creeper,”
“Creeper?” Tranq lifted his eyebrows in surprise, “really?” you nodded, “ok, ummmm, I mean as long as it isn’t one of those putos that you call best friends,”
You laughed, “Angel, Coco, EZ, and Gilly are too much like me for me to actually date them, let’s be real here,” Tranq nodded in confirmation, “so does that mean if things get to a dating phase you would be ok with it? I don’t think it will, but hypothetically if it happens?”
“Yeah. I would rather him than the putos, El Presidente, or Taza,”
You let out a sigh, “Ok. Well, I don’t know what to do with this like I actually don’t know what to do. You know I only really had one boyfriend and that was back in high school,”
“I’m your dad. I am not about to help you get together with a man, if it were my choice you would be an asexual who hates everyone except for me,” Tranq shrugged.
“You are literally no help,” you groaned, “I’m heading over to EZ’s and asking him,” Tranq nodded so you left his room and called EZ while putting your shoes on.
“What do you want?” EZ groaned.
“I’m coming over. I need to ask you something,” You left the house as EZ agreed and hung up.
A short drive later, you were in the trailer with EZ. “Ok, emergency meeting about my feelings for Creeper and what to do to see if he likes me back,”
“Your dad is going to kill you and him,” EZ said
“No he’s not. I told him I had feelings and he said as long as it’s not you or the other three dumbasses,”
EZ put his hand over his heart, “ouch, but ok. I say you just go up to him and say it,”
Unbeknownst to you two, Creeper heard your voices and decided to stay around to listen to what you were saying. “How the fuck do you expect me to say that! ‘Hey, Creeper. I fucking like you,’ dude, he will definitely laugh in my face!” A smile had slowly made its way to his face.
“Yes!” Ez raised his arms up.
Creeper rolled his eyes and decided to knock on the door as the two of you had gone quiet and EZ opened the door. “Hey, Creep. I just realized that I had to go help my dad out at his shop. Bye,” EZ looked back at you with a look to tell him as your eyes widened and shook your head.
“Ok, Boy Scout. I’m going to talk to (Y/N),” EZ left as Creeper walked in, “hey, (y/n),”
“Hi,” you put your hands behind your back and shuffled your feet, “what’s up?”
“Oh, nothing. I just wanted to do something really quick,” Creeper walked closer to you as your eyes widened, “can I kiss you?”
You wordlessly nodded as his hands were laid on the sides of your neck. His head leaned down closer to you and the anticipation was too much so you went on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer to the kiss. When you guys pulled away to take a breath, both of your cheeks were burning red.
“Let me take you on a date,” Creeper said, “right now,”
“Ok,” the two of you left hand in hand as you spotted EZ next to his motorcycle with a smirk and a wink towards you as you lifted your middle finger at him. The night progressed into the best night of your life and you happily told your dad that you were now dating Creeper.
Time had passed and you had moved to San Diego with a good enough job to get an apartment with a roommate, but you got a call from your parents telling you that they needed you back as their health declined. They told you that they were leaving you the house that is already paid off and all they really wanted from you was to spend their end on Earth with them. Immediately, you apologized to your roommate and packed all your belongings and gave her the remaining half of your rent for the rest of the lease time.
The next day you were in Santo Padre and parked in your parents driveway with a smile. Santo Padre was and will always be your home as much as you wanted to say no it wasn’t. You finally opened the car door and grabbed your bag full of clothes, leaving the rest of your stuff to bring in later. The moment you went inside the house your parents smiled at you from their usual spots on their loveseat as they slowly got up from their seat, but you rushed to them and set them back down.
“Hey, ma, dad,” you kissed both of their cheeks and set down your bag, “did you guys eat?”
“Not yet, we were waiting for you, sweetheart,” your dad said.
“Oh ok,” you went to the kitchen, “what are you guys feeling like eating?”
“Make our special food, yeah?” your father’s voice rang from the other room
“You got it!” you cheered and checked in the fridge for the meat, but didn’t find any, “I need to get meat so I’m gonna walk to the carniceria, do you guys want anything?”
Your parents said no so you left the house and to Felipe’s carniceria, but before you could enter you took yourself down memory lane and thought back to the times that you and Angel had come in to help Felipe with his shop. You shook your head free of those memories and walked inside, catching the sight of the one and only Felipe Reyes and golden boy, Ezekiel Reyes behind the counter.
“Hey, boys,” you grinned, “look who’s back and staying,”
“(Y/N)!” EZ’s eyes were widened and went around the counter to give you a hug, “Geez, how long has it been? A year now?”
“Something like that, Golden Boy,” you turned to Felipe who made his way around the counter as well, “hi, Felipe,”
“Hola, mija,” Felipe held a small smile, “how are your parents?”
“They’re ok. I just came to pick up the best meat in the state,” you winked as Felipe chuckled and packed up twice more meat than you asked, but with the price of one, “Felipe, charge me for both,”
“You’re family, (Y/N). No,” Felipe grumbled.
The three of you were interrupted by the bell going off and heavy boots hitting the floor, but it went to a complete stop. You turned to see the one man that had broken your heart.
“Oh…ummm, hi?” you said in a question form.
“Querida,” Angel breathed out before clearing his throat, “w-what are you doing here?” you held up the pack to show him, “Oh, right. Yeah, so how long you staying in Santo Padre?”
“I’m staying for good. Parents want to spend time with me and left me their house so..” you trailed off.
Angel’s lips went up in a small smile, “oh, nice. Hey, do you think maybe we can catch up?”
You shrugged, “sure, why not? You free today?” Angel quickly nodded, “Ok, cool, cool, cool. Meet me at the mountain in 4 hours then,” you kissed EZ and Felipe on their cheeks for a bye and patted Angel’s shoulder on your way out.
There you were, in the same exact spot you were at when you had left Angel in the dust, but now you had your burrito and one thing to do when Angel got there. You took another bite of your burrito when you heard the familiar sound of Angel’s motorcycle so you neatly folded the aluminum foil over the half eaten burrito and set it on the hood. Angel quickly pulled up next to you in his infamous red and black flannel shirt, kutte, jeans, and boots and dismounted. He walked to you with a smile, but you needed to let the last bit of anger out on him so you pulled your fist back and punched his stomach since his face was too pretty.
He groaned and leaned down as you let out a breath, “ok, now I’m done being angry,”
“I deserved that,” Angel stood up with a wince, “you want more hits, Rocky?”
“Nah, I’m good,” you sat back down on the hood and unwrapped the burrito again, “how is everything? MC? Adelita? Your baby?”
“Oh…” Angel chuckled humorlessly, “turns out the baby wasn’t mine and I wasn’t in the least bit in love with Adelita. It was a stupid trap that I fell into and am paying the consequences for. MC is fine, but everyone misses you,”
“What? Backtrack a minute before we discuss the guys. The baby wasn’t yours?” Angel shook his head negative, “so you cheated on me with a whore, that’s great,” you laughed, “I mean, I wanna say thank you first because without that heartbreak, I finally loved myself. However, I am sorry that the baby wasn’t yours. I know how much you wanted to be a dad,”
“Yeah, but Adelita wasn’t the person I wanted to have a kid with,” Angel looked at you, “as unbelievable as it sounds, I’m in love with you still and I still want everything with you from marriage to kids, everything,”
“Angel-” you got cut off by him, “I know I fucked up and I know we can’t start from where we left off, but I’m just asking for a chance,”
You sat there in silence as you took another bite off of your burrito before nodding your head, “sure, but I swear if you fuck this up again, I will hurt you and never talk to you again,”
“Ok! Great,” Angel smiled so big as his eyes crinkled and his cheeks started hurting, “I don’t need any other chances except this one,”
He stared into your eyes and laid a hand on your cheek and looked into your eyes for permission to do what he wanted to do since he first saw you.
“What are you waiting for, Reyes?” That’s all that Angel needed as he immediately kissed you.
Gif credit to @mayans-mc
Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female Reader
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
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- 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
- His head resting on your thigh
- Your fingers running through his hair
- “Hey ma?”
- “Yeah?”
- ….
- “What the fuck is a doula?”
Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & Sister!OFC (Daniela Reyes)
Request by @cherieann-2001:Power outage idea- The blanket Fort with EZ Angel and Anita she becomes scared and they do this to calm her down. (They are watching her because mama got called into work) (Prompt is from This List)
Warnings: 18+, language, all manners of fluff to get buried in
Word Count: 3k
A/N: In light of recent events, I have been thinking a lot about Daniela lately. And even though she’s not a main part of this one-shot in particular, I am hoping to get back and work on the plot I have for her a bit more. Either way, enjoy some tío content!
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Daniela knocked on the front door of their house as she pushed it open, Ana barreling past her and right into the house. The little girl immediately dropped her bag and called out for her uncles as she ran through the house. Daniela couldn’t help but to laugh as she lingered by the doorway, watching her daughter run down the hallway. In a matter of seconds, Angel popped out of the living room and easily scooped Ana up off the flood, slinging her over his shoulder as she squealed with laughter.
“I heard that a little monster was getting dropped off for a sleepover,” Angel laughed as he walked back down the hallway towards his sister, Ana still slung over his shoulder.
Daniela laughed, shaking her head as he set her back down on the floor, “I think the monsters are the boys who already live here,” she stepped in and hugged Angel, “Thank you for this. Sorry it’s so last-minute.”
Angel shrugged, “You know it’s fine,” he playfully tugged at the sleeve of her scrubs, “Lookin’ like you actually know what you’re doing or something.”
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t pin back her smile, “Yea, or something,” she diverted her attention back to her daughter as she crouched down to her level, “I’ll be here to pick you up in the morning after breakfast, okay?”
Ana was happily leaning against Angel’s side as she nodded, “Okay!”
Daniela leaned in, kissing her on the tip of her nose and then her forehead, “Your tíos are in charge,” she leaned in, whispering extra loud so Angel would definitely hear, “Mostly Tío EZ, though.”
Her comment was rewarded with a giggle from Ana and Angel scooping the little girl off the ground and propping her on his hip, “Alright, alright. Looks like it’s time for Mom to go.”
Daniela stood up, hands resting on her hips, “Don’t worry, I’m going,” she paused, looking around what she could see of the house, “Where is EZ, anyway?”
Angel nodded towards the door, “Ran to the store to pick up some food and shi—” he stopped himself when he saw Daniela’s face harden into a glare, “and stuff for the little monster here.”
“Gotcha. Alright, I gotta run. Thank you again,” she stepped in and hugged Angel before giving Ana another kiss, “I’ll see you tomorrow, chiquita. I love you.”
Her smile was blinding as she waved to her mother, “I love you too!”
Daniela slipped out the door and quickly made her way to her car, digging her keys out of her purse as she did. Not that she minded her brothers watching Ana, but the last-minute calls from the hospital had been more and more frequent lately, and she hated feeling like she was constantly leaving Ana with Angel and EZ, or Felipe. None of the three men ever complained, but that wasn’t the point. She huffed out a sigh as she unlocked her car. Just as she was pulling the door open, EZ whipped into the driveway next to her, a smile on his face as he threw the car in park.
“Taking off already?” he joked as he stepped down out of the truck, grabbing the couple bags of groceries he’d gotten.
She laughed, running her fingers back through her hair, “Wish I could stay longer, believe me.”
He shook his head, seeing the conflict in her eyes, “Don’t sweat it. If you want us to call you with a fake emergency to get you out of work, just say the word,” he smiled at the sound of her laughing, “Angel’s pretty good at coming up with shit on the fly.”
“Youboth are way too good at it,” she hugged him, “Thank you. Seriously.”
“Don’t make it weird,” he laughed as he hugged her back.
“You’re so annoying,” she chuckled, rolling her eyes as she pulled away from him.
“Get to work. I gotta get inside before the ice cream melts.”
“Damn,” she shook her head, smiling, “Maybe I should just skip work and stay with you guys.”
“No way,” he nudged her towards her car, “Tíos-Only Zone here right now. Beat it,” the smug grin on his face was enough to get anyone to laugh as Daniela plopped down in the driver’s seat, “Love you!”
She gave him the finger as she turned the key in the ignition, “Love you too.”
EZ made his way up the steps and into the house, shutting the door behind him just as Daniela’s car pulled out of the driveway. Even though he couldn’t see them, he could hear Ana’s laughter coming from the living room. He smiled and shook his head as he made his way into the kitchen to start putting the groceries away.
EZ had gone undetected by both of them in the living room until Ana heard the sound of the freezer sliding shut. It was a matter of seconds before EZ heard her heavy little footsteps as she booked it towards the kitchen. He was ready, hands free as he turned around to catch her as she ran right into him.
“Hey, pipsqueak,” he kissed the side of her head before setting her back down on the ground, “You keeping Angel outta trouble?”
“I’mtrying,” she let out a dramatic sigh.
EZ laughed, unable to hide the surprise that was intertwined with his amusement. Looking over her head at his brother he shook his head, “Sounds just like someone else we know.”
“Bro, I know,” Angel laughed, shaking his head as he walked into the kitchen as well.
Ana took advantage of the two of them talking to start snooping through the rest of the groceries that EZ had brought home. She was digging through one of the bags as she asked, “What’s for dinner?”
“Get outta there,” EZ joked as he lifted her up and set her on the counter. He playfully tapped the tip of her nose, “I got it under control. I’ll cook if you keep an eye on that guy over there,” he nodded towards Angel, “He’s been up to no good all week.”
Ana swung her legs as she sat on the counter, “That’s what Mommy said.”
Angel scoffed as he opened the fridge and grabbed a can of soda for himself, “Oh yea? Mommy also say what happens to snitches?”
EZ shot him an exasperated look, “Dude, come on.”
“My bad,” Angel held his hands up in surrender.
The three of them were all camped out in the living room after dinner. EZ and Angel were sitting on opposite ends of the couch with Ana sprawled out between them. For such a small girl she certainly knew how to take up most of the couch. Her head was resting on Angel’s leg as the three of them got through another episode of Spongebob. Which, they had to admit, out of all the kid’s shows that she could be into, it was one of the best ones.
EZ was just about to mention dessert when all of the lights in the house shut off. The television cut out and the three of them were thrown into complete darkness. Angel and EZ’s eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly—they were used to it. But Ana wasn’t. She immediately scrambled onto Angel’s lap, and he could feel the way that she was trembling.
“Hey, hey,” he kissed the side of her head, “we’re all good. Here,” he pulled his phone out of the pocket of his jeans and turned the flashlight on, setting it on the coffee table in front of them to cast some light into the room. It wasn’t much, but it was something, “See? Lights just went out. We’re gonna be fine.”
EZ turned on his phone’s flashlight as well as he stood up from the couch, “I’ll go grab the big flashlights and the candles.”
“Lucky for you,” he spoke to Ana as he shifted to get a little more comfortable, “I might not have EZ’s memory, but I know almost every episode of Spongebob. So here’s what happens next…”
Meanwhile, EZ was rummaging through the spare room, which had turned into a bit of a glorified storage closet, looking for flashlights and candles. He was just about to pull open the closet door when his phone started going off. Before he even looked at it, he had a pretty good idea of who it was going to be. Looking down at the screen, he gave a knowing smile and shook his head as he accepted the call.
“Hey, Dani.”
“You guys alright?” she didn’t sound too freaked out, but he could still hear the worry in her voice.
“We’re all good. Hospital lose power too?”
“For a minute, but we’ve got generators. I know you guys definitely don’t.”
He chuckled, “It’s on the very long to-do list.”
“How’s Ana? She hates the dark.”
“Angel’s got her right now,” EZ pinned the phone between his ear and his shoulder so he could keep scouring the room, even though that sent it into darkness by blocking the flashlight, “I’m getting flashlights and candles.”
Daniela laughed, “You guys have candles?”
“The ones you gave us,” he chuckled.
“When you guys moved in years ago?” she laughed in disbelief.
“How often do you see us lighting candles here?”
“Fair,” she sighed, “Alright, I just wanted to check in and make sure that you guys were alright. Give me a call if you need anything, or if you need me to come by and pick her up.”
“We got it under control. Go save lives and whatever else you do.”
He could hear the smile in her voice, “Love you, EZ.”
“Love you too,” he hung up the phone and gathered up everything that he’d found.
Waking back into the living room, the first thing he heard was Angel doing his best imitation of Patrick Star. Angel was trying not to laugh as he said, “Who you callin’ Pinhead?”
Ana immediately broke into a fit of giggles, and both brothers couldn’t hide their relief at the sound. As long as they could keep her amused and keep her mind off the lack of electricity, they should be alright.
“I got flashlights,” EZ said as he tossed one to Angel, “and candles,” he set them down on the coffee table and pulled a lighter out of the drawer to light them, “so I think we just might be alright for the night.”
“You know what I was thinkin’?” Angel asked as he scooped his niece into his lap, tickling her and making her laugh and squirm.
“You were thinking?” EZ shot back with a smirk as he lit the candles.
Angel sucked his teeth, “Funny. Anyway, I was thinking that Ana here should help us make a fort.”
“A fort?” she repeated as she took the flashlight from Angel, turning it on and shining it around the room.
“Yea. Was thinking we could grab some extra blankets and pillows and make a fort out here.”
“Yea!” the excitement was palpable in her voice.
“Cool,” Angel nodded as he watched her waving the flashlight around, getting more entertainment than he should’ve each time she accidentally shined it in EZ’s eyes.
A minute passed and neither brother moved from where they were sitting. EZ was camped by the coffee table and Angel on the couch, both of them waiting for the other to go and grab the pillows and blankets for their construction project. Clearly Ana wasn’t going to be the one who was going to go deeper into the house in the pitch black.
“I got the candles,” EZ finally said, “Your turn.”
Angel rolled his eyes but he didn’t argue about it. He gently picked Ana up and passed her off to EZ, tossing her just slightly to get a laugh out of her before EZ caught her. EZ kept her busy with picking out places to put the candles while Angel went and got everything that they needed for their fort.
Just like with groceries, Angel was determined to get everything done in one trip. Going into his own room, since he most likely wouldn’t be sleeping there for the night anyway, he grabbed the comforter and top sheet off his bed, along with the pillows by the headboard. Draping the blanket and sheet around his shoulders, he tucked the pillows under one arm before heading to the dining room to grab a couple chairs to bring with him. He looked like a character out of one of Ana’s shows as he carefully waddled back into the living room, trying not to drop anything or bump into anything.
EZ laughed, shaking his head at the sight of his brother, “The chairs really necessary?”
“Want the fort to be tall enough to not give you back problems?” he paused and when EZ didn’t have an immediate response, he nodded, “That’s what I thought,” he turned his attention to Ana, who was curled up in EZ lap with a flashlight, “Alright, Anita, I know your mom tells me all the time you’re a doctor. You’re a contractor tonight, girl,” he tossed a pillow to her with a laugh, “Get up and help me with this.”
It was a wholesome scene, truly. The three of them working together to put the fort together. Angel and EZ were constantly throwing pillows at each other, getting a good amount of laughter out of their niece in the process. Despite the fact that they were working in the dim glow of candlelight and a few scattered flashlights, they managed to get it done. Fort construction felt much more difficult for the Reyes brothers now than it had when they were kids, but they finally got back into the groove of it. Soon enough, the three of them were sprawled out underneath the roof of a blanket and sheet, surrounded by pillows and another blanket that EZ had gone and gotten.
Ana was half laying down, blanket draped over her legs as she leaned against EZ’s side. Both the Reyes brothers were sitting cross-legged underneath the cover of the blanket roof, Angel with a pillow in his lap that he promptly tossed back on the floor before tipping over and letting his head rest on it.
“Nap time now, right?” he said with a smile.
Ana giggled, pushing against his chest with her blanket-covered feet, “No way!”
“You know what Iwas thinking?” EZ said, toying with Ana’s ponytail. He waited until both of them were looking at him before he continued, “Since the power is out, I was thinking that maybe we should dig into the ice cream I bought before it melts,” he gave her ponytail a playful tug, “Can’t let it go to waste.”
Ana’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, “Yes!”
EZ chuckled, “Alright. You stay here and guard the fort,” he handed her the flashlight that was on the other side of him, “As always, keep an eye on Angel. I’ll be right back.”
Karma for laughing at EZ when he was getting the light shined in his eyes was coming back for Angel quickly when Ana started doing the same exact thing to him. Angel would never be able to tell for sure if EZ did it on purpose, but he had his suspicions. Luckily it didn’t last long, because soon enough EZ reappeared with three large bowls of ice cream, carefully handing them off as he crawled back into the fort.
Ana might’ve been the youngest, but EZ and Angel were the ones who looked the most like children as they tucked into their dessert in their blanket fort. The whole idea may have been to help keep Ana busy and distracted so she wouldn’t get freaked out from the power outage, but somewhere along the way the two of them definitely forgot that that was the original mission.
Surprisingly enough, Ana didn’t get hit with any kind of insane sugar high after her dessert. It didn’t take long after setting her bowl aside for her to pass out between her uncles, blanket up over her chin and face nearly hidden in the puffy pillow she’d chosen. Once he was sure that she was out, EZ carefully left the fort to blow out the candles that were scattered around the living room before coming back to his rightful place inside their in-home castle. Both Angel and EZ were starting to get hit with a bit of exhaustion too as they managed to squeeze themselves into laying positions around their niece.
“This wasn’t the type of blackout I was planning on a Friday night,” Angel said, trying to keep his laughter quiet so as not to wake up his niece.
EZ chuckled, shaking his head as he stared up at the blanket above them, “You’ll still be just as tired tomorrow. Don’t worry.”
Angel was about to say something in response, but just as he opened his mouth, Ana twitched in her sleep and accidentally kicked him in the stomach. He winced, shaking his head as he tried to keep his voice at a harsh whisper, “Motherfucker.”
EZ laughed quietly, “I don’t think you’re supposed to be calling your niece a motherfucker.”
“I am if she’s bein’ one,” he shot back, carefully maneuvering her legs to try and keep that from happening again.
“Dani used to do the same shit,” he smiled at the memory.
“Oh, god,” Angel laughed, running his hands down his face, “I fuckin’ know. My legs used to get all bruised up from her.”
“Yea,” EZ lifted his head to get a better look at his brother, “Now she just bruises up your face.”
“If there wasn’t a kid between us, I’d bruise up your face right now.”
“No chance,” EZ let his head drop back on the pillow with a laugh.
“Motherfucker,” Angel mumbled, shaking his head.
“What was that?”
“I called you a motherfucker,” Angel laughed, “and I ain’t sorry about it.”
EZ chuckled, “Go to sleep. You get grumpy like Ana when you’re tired.”
Angel rolled his eyes even though EZ couldn’t see him, “Shut up,” he shook his head, but he still rolled onto his side and closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep soon before all the lights came back on and woke them all up.
[ 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.”
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