The way he looked at you could’ve melted a nun. His dark eyes were so brooding, with so many thoughts trapped behind them that he just couldn’t voice. His complicated mind held so many trapped notions that wouldn’t forth from his lips. He was given the curse of remembering everything.
You were his object of affection. He looked at you and the corners of his lips turned up, the subtle action lighting up his whole face. You watched him walk to you and raise his hand, to touch your fingertips to his.
You did the same, touching your fingertips to his rough ones, if it wasn’t for the clear barrier between you of glass. Instead, you were met with the smooth coolness, and he pulled his hand back as quickly as it was put up.
You could never be too sure in prison. There were eyes and ears everywhere, and as EZ picked up the black phone, so did you.
“Hey, mi ciela.” The phone receiver was pressed close to his mouth, so he could talk lower, so the others didn’t hear. He didn’t need you used as a weapon against him on the inside. His voice slowly soothed your nervous system.
“Hey, EZ.”
“How are you doing out there?”
“It’s lonely.”
“…I know.”
He didn’t regret taking the heat for the Reaper Run. He didn’t regret the beating that he got from the cops. He regretted leaving his heart behind on the outside.
“Have you been taking the money that I told Angel to give you?”
“Do I ever?”
He exhaled, a faint chuckle leaving his lips. You never did. You were so stubborn. You were about as headstrong as he was, if not more. If the situation was different, you’d argue with him.
“You need to. It’s my money.”
“I’m not worried about me, I’m worried about you.”
“I’m good, miel, I’m good.”
“There’s money on your books?”
“Yes. Don’t worry about me. I got me, querida.”
“I know, but…” There was a moment of silence, your desperate eyes looking at his calmer, more stoic ones. “Are you keeping busy in there?”
“I try. They rip books down the spine so you only get part of them. Kind of hard to read a book when you start and stop right in the middle.”
You frowned, and changed the subject again. “Does it hurt bad?” You asked of the marrings on his skin from the police batons.
“Not too bad. Reminds me to keep moving.”
“Did they—”
“Reyes.”
They didn’t need to say it. Time’s up. 5 minutes, once a week. Your heart jumped in your throat as he stood.
“I love you.” You were desperate. He looked you right in your eyes, and you knew he wouldn’t say it.
‘I love you.’ He mouthed, before nodding as if to confirm it before he turned away. You could never be too careful. Showing emotion just got you hurt in there. 604,800 seconds, you would wait, just to get your 300 seconds with him.
Do yall understand how just how fucking overstimulated my brain is gonna be seeing JD and Manny on the same show?! not to mention Miguel and Angel fine asses 🥲 and the fics it will inspire!!
ima die hard fan of SoA and in turn Mayans, and I drool over Manny in Good Girls. And now taking Manny and adding him too Mayans 🥲🥲🥲
fuck
im also suuuuuppppperrrr excited in general for Mayans but also to see what Manny’s part will be. I’m gonna assume he’s prob apart of or running the other cartel Miguel is having issues with, and since we didn’t even meet one of the cartels I’m thinking that’s what’s up but ya never know. I can’t WAIT.
a/n: in which you and EZ try some new stuff. was listening to no judgement by niall horan and got...inspired. this is my first time writing smut all the way through. hope you enjoy!
warnings: NSFW!!!!
You shifted in your seat, your body adjusting to the pink butt plug you had bought to surprise EZ. As far as your sex life went, the two of you were pretty satisfied. You weren’t afraid to try new things, and you had safe words in place for when you both finally found the time to play with some new things. Last weekend, EZ held a vibrator to your clit while he fucked you. The weekend before the two of you experimented with some rope. He wasn’t as comfortable being tied up as you, though, and ended up using a safe word. The play was never extreme, and it was always just a small way to spice up your love life.
Tonight, you had decided to use a different toy. A pink, silicone plug to wear to dinner. You had put it in prior to leaving, but going commando, flashed EZ a sneak peak as you walked out the door. HIs eyes darkened, and a familiar grin spread across your face. Despite going commando, you decided to hop on the back of his bike anyway. It took some time to get situated, but once so, the plug mixed with the vibrations of the engine made for a delicious ride to dinner.
You and EZ had been planning this date night for a while. The two of you set aside at least one night every few weeks for just the two of you, and so far, it was working. You ended up picking a cute, small Italian place in town. You could’ve probably picked something that was more of a drive but more formal, but after several incidents of having to pull over on your way home, you decided that something closer to home would probably be more convenient. The food was always just a bonus anyway.
You ordered some wine, and a simple pasta dish, laughing at EZ telling you a joke about something Coco and Gilly had earlier that day. It was bliss. Sitting in a cute restaurant with the love of your life was bliss, every now and then again ago you would shift in your seat and be reminded of the rest of the evening to come.
The two of you have almost downed an entire bottle of wine by the time the waiter drops the check off at the table. EZ throws down a couple bills, and then stands, holding out a hand for you. When you take it, one of his hands settles right above your ass, guiding you towards his bike.
The two of your climb on, you running your fingers up his torso on the drive and his hand coming back to rest on your thigh. The teasing on the drive home ends in a haste of hair tugging, tongues wrestling, and shaky hands trying to get the key in the door.
“Dios mio, give me that fucking key.” EZ mumbles, detaching his lips from your ear lobe. His nimble fingers easily slide the key in, his hand gently nudging you through the door. He yanks it out, and tosses it on the table by the door, his other hand never leaving your lower back.
You kick off your heels, and grip his face, pulling him into a fevered kiss. He kicks the door shut, his hands finding your waist in the dimly lit hallway, pushing you against the wall and moving his body closer to you.
His hands trail down between your legs, his fingers immediately finding your swollen clit. You let out a moan as he rubs small circles against you, his lips nipping at the nape of your neck.
He moves his fingers further down, sliding one inside you, and deliciously curling it against the spongy spot his dick usually takes care of. You whimper, clenching in desperation.
“Have you been this wet for me all night?” He mumbles, inserting another finger and waiting for that delicious moan to leave your lips as he curls them both into you. He removes his fingers, sticking them in your mouth, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head when you suck on them.
He removes his fingers, and hoists you into the air, carrying you to the bedroom the two of you share. He sits you down in front of the bed, spinning you to get your zipper. He moves your hair out of his way, quickly undoing the little clasp at the top of your zipper, and then helping you step out of the dress.
“Fuck.” He curses, watching you unhook your bra and letting it drop into the clothing pile. You push EZ”s shoulders down so he sits on the edge of the bed, his hands immediately running up and down your sides, eyes wandering aimlessly. You unbutton his shirt, throwing it god knows where, and then kneel to the floor, undoing his belt. He leans back onto his palms, watching you work to relieve him of the confines of the nice dress pants he wore for your date night. You tug his pants off, then his boxers, clenching around nothing as his dick springs free.
You eagerly take it in your hand, giving it a few pumps, before suckling at the tip for a moment, then letting EZ move your head down. His hand immediately wraps around your hair, letting out a moan as you pump what you can’t fit in your mouth with your hand.
“Yes, baby, just like that.” He moans out, the sight of you on your knees in front of him almost enough to make him come in and of itself. You focus on your breathing, removing your hand, and letting him slide down your throat, and then coming up to bob up and down on his shaft.
“Fuck, mi amor.” EZ’s voice is almost at a whine, pushing at your shoulders. “Don’t wanna come like this.”
You pop your mouth off of him, wiping the spit from your lips, and then standing up from the floor. EZ pulls you closer to him, giving you a sloppy kiss as he pulls you down the bed. He waits until you’re splayed out in front of him, trails kisses down your navel, and wraps his arms around your thighs. He can see how wet you are just looking at you, the plug still snug in your ass not helping matters.
He trails a finger, smirking at the slight jerk your body does when he hits your clit, and then pushes slightly at the wide base of the plug. You let out a groan, and then a yelp when his mouth suddenly attaches to you. His mouth sucks on your clit, and two of fingers easily slide into your cunt, His other hand slips through your own, as you moan out his name.
He slides a third in, pausing to watch your face at the stretch. Your head falls back into the pillow as you let out a deep moan, EZ’s mouth finding your clit once more. It isn’t long until the familiar pressure builds in you, and all it takes to send you over the edge is EZ’s hand sliding from your hand and pressing down on your lower stomach.
“Oh fuck, EZ.” You cry out, allowing the peak of your pleasure to wash over you.
“That’s right, baby. Give me everything.” He mumbles, lazily pumping you through your orgasm.
He removes his hand, this time licking them clean himself. He kisses you, hard, almost as hard as his dick currently is. And then lifts you on your knees once more, trailing a hand down your back as he watches it arch. He revels in the quick yelp you make when his hand comes down over your ass. Then, he pushes into you, almost coming undone at the deep moan you let out. The stretch is so fucking good. He gives you a minute to adjust, and then starts moving. His thighs slap against your ass, and he’s got a thumb on top of the plug to keep it in place.
“Fuck, yes, EZ.” You curse out, moving your hips back in the rhythm to meet his.
“Feel so good.” EZ praises, his words breathy as he’s entranced by the sight of your ass rolling against him. He leans over, sliding a hand to meet your throat, giving you a light squeeze of encouragement. You clench against him, and his hand tightens up on your throat as he groans out.
“Fuck, come for me baby.” He encourages, his thrusts getting sloppy as he watches you crumble beneath him. He moves up to grip your hips and he thrusts through your orgasm, and then stalling as he spills inside you, his grip tightening as he moans out your name.
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Later that night, your laid up, fresh out of the shower with EZ tracing circles into your back as the two of you doze in and out of sleep.
“So how did you feel about the plug?” You mutter, pressing a kiss to his cheek. A grin spreads across his face, and he nods.
“I liked it. Felt like my dick had a friend in there.” He mutters, smiling when you throw your head back in laughter.
“God, you’re ridiculous.” You mumble as he leans in for an actual kiss, his hand finding it’s place on your cheek.
“I love you.” He mumbles, pulling away to look at you. “Promise me this date thing is a forever thing. Don’t ever want you to stop looking at me like this.”
You furrow your eyebrows and kiss him again, deeply. “I love you, and it’s very much a forever thing, EZ.” And you mean it, because you’re not sure what you did in your past lives to deserve him in this one, but you’re grateful.
I just REALLY. REALLY. Want to read angst can someone help?? Point me to ANYTHING that will hurt my feelings. It can have a happy ending.. I just wanna have my heart broke. 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃
A/N: I just started a new series called Badlands by Natalie Bennett and it helped inspire this smutty fic. There might be a part 2...
MASTERLIST
Angel Reyes x Reader; Ez Reyes x Reader
Word Count: 2700
Warnings: mention of death, language, smut, oral (f receiving), more smut, grief, reader trying to heal, (gif not mine!)
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Thunderous claps of lightening boomed in the distance but Y/N didn’t shy away from the desolate graveyard she currently found herself in. His newly minted tombstone held an array of flowers making her feel like he wasn’t quite gone…not just yet. Six feet under the tarnished ground laid an empty casket. His body had yet to be discovered, only large pools of blood inferencing Angel bled to death. She eyed the gray skies circling the bitter clouds as a chill ran through the wispy air. Her heel sunk another half inch into the damp grass.
Nobody prepares you for the loss of a spouse, a partner, your proverbial other half, but here Y/N was standing at a dead man’s grave wondering where it all went wrong. She aced the art of pretending mastering mere illusions for kicks. She became so good that after a while the lines blurred between truth and fiction. And sometimes, when she did an excellent job, she even fooled myself. Life was particularly fucked up most of time.
Guilt chewed away as she gnawed at the inside of her cheek holding back the forlorn tears. Angel was a ghost, a dead man who now resided in her mind alone. Bubbling rage simmered through every ounce of blood in her withered body unknowingly forcing her nails to dig into the palm of her hands.
The pain was real, something tangible she could taste, feel. In this bitter moment, Y/N knew she would never forgive Angel Reyes for breaking her heart. Too many chances, too many betrayals led her to his exact place. Kneeling eye level with the tombstone, Y/N released her parting words rubbing the cold marble soothingly; “May you now dance in Hell, mi amor.”
Ezekiel watched the widow not daring to offer his comfort or condolences yet admired the wrathful woman who took Y/N’s place. She was fierce and furious, no more the quiet, docile girl he’d met decades ago. The cigarette between his chapped lips burned brightly with every inhale. The burn a welcoming distraction. From her rigid shoulders to her dusty black dress, Y/N appeared hauntingly ethereal. Forever the enchantress.
“How ya holdin’ up?”
“How the fuck do you think, Ezekiel?”
Poisonous venom laced her words at the deceitful question. Ez reached for her but Y/N was faster flinching from his touch. Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen her cry or scream or show any emotion besides unbridled madness since his brother’s passing.
“He was far from perfect but he didn’t deserve this. Why the hell did we have a funeral without a fucking body? I mean, who does that?”
Concern echoed his demeanor; “Y/N….”
“Seriously, I’m fine.”
“Bullshit.”
Her eyes gleamed up to his glassy caramel orbs finding a moment’s solace. Ezekiel was peace incarnate.
“Who found all the blood?”
His cheeks flared a vibrantly betraying hue. Unwillingness spread through his stiff limbs reluctant to make eye contact.
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you fucking do.”
Nervously, Ez scratched the back of his head searching for the easiest letdown. But Y/N’s serene voice broke through the bubble.
“It was her, wasn’t it? Fucking what’s her name…?”
“Nails.”
“Class act that one. Gotta give it to you boys for hiding your secrets so damn well.”
“We’re not all like that.”
Her demeaning stare met his hopeful one; “Aren’t you though?”
A light patter sprinkled the ground signaling the storm fast approaching. Y/N couldn’t bring herself to care about anything but being in a overgrown cemetery.
“He stopped loving me a long time ago, Ez. I just didn’t get the memo.”
The truth lingered in the air like a suffocating force causing Ez to act rashly. His arms engulfed her sulky frame noticing how emaciated she was. Protruding cheekbones, slender neck, and how every bone that shouldn’t be visible now was. Her makeup smeared against his suit jacket but still no tears came. So, he held her closer. This time though, she didn’t pull away.
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The house remained in utter disarray not wanting to waste her depleting time on menial chores when she could instead wallow in self-pity. Unwashed clothes decorated the laundry room she hadn’t entered in weeks. Dust collected on every possible crevice as spoilt food wreaked havoc in the fridge.
Hell, Y/N couldn’t even recall the last time she showered nonetheless done anything for herself. Even from the grave, Angel troubled her. His mere presence loitered in their once lively home. His kutte still hooked around a kitchen chair like he’d just come home, his favorite beer chilled and stock just like the good ole days.
“You look like shit.”
“I feel like it.”
“Maybe you outta try tiding up the place… get your mind off things.”
“What a grand idea, boy genius. I don’t feel like it.”
The whiplash radiating from Y/N was inevitable attacking his every word leaving him bewildered. We all mourn in different ways. Ezekiel just couldn’t figure out her method of madness quite yet.
“You’re not okay.”
“Thanks Captain Obvious.”
“I don’t wanna pry—”
“Then don’t.”
“It’s been three weeks and I still can’t piece together shit. You’re my best friend. We used to tell each other everything.”
“Yeah, past tense. We used to until you started covering up all your brother’s dirty laundry. I don’t trust you anymore.”
“Ahh, finally some fucking clarity.”
“Neither of you deserved me.”
Her poignant honesty hovered catching Ez off guard. Her scolding persisted; “You made a fool outta me. The Reyes brothers for the fucking win. I mean, I’m not perfect nor do I claim to be but all I asked for was the bare minimum and he couldn’t provide. Your friendship was the sacrificial token whether you knew it or not. You already choose sides, E. And I’m not really in a forgiving mood.”
“So, you’re gonna push everyone away and just be miserable, huh? Great plan, kiddo.”
“I wish…”
“What?”
Y/N bit her lip hoping to keep her unguarded emotions confined but slipped.
“Am I a monster for feeling relief? Angel died and I felt like I could finally breathe. How messed up is that?”
The broken, beautiful woman before him searched his shocked face questioning if she’d gone too far. But there was no turning back now…
“No. Your feelings are valid.”
“So many nights I prayed for him to come home to me fully knowing he was fucking some other bitch. I spent eleven years chained to a man who never once appreciated me.
“I didn’t realize—”
“No one did. Because I’m not a quitter. At every challenge, I faced it head-on begging for a solution but he would just push me away, a forgettable forethought. Then when Adelita happened…. I was fucking done. I asked for a divorce and he had the audacity to say ‘over my dead body’. And now I’m supposed to be grieving the loss of my husband when all I can think about is how damn horny I am. God! I haven’t had sex in almost a year and suddenly that’s more distressing than the rest of the shit going on in my life.”
“I didn’t realize Angel was that much of an asshole.”
A side-eye from Y/N unavoidably grabbed his attention.
“You know what I mean. I wish I would’ve known.”
“Me too.”
Stillness aerated the stagnant living room. Y/N chugged her wine polishing off the remainder of the bottle seeking another to fill its place. She mindlessly swayed to the kitchen forgoing the wine for vodka. The repulsive burn was a welcome distraction forcing another large gulp down her throat. Ez sprang up heading to the kitchen.
“Whoa whoa, slow down champ.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t feel like watching you get your stomach pumped tonight.”
Ezekiel claimed the bottle taking a swig of his own. His face cringed at the awfully bitter taste. Y/N meandered back to the couch plopping down, “You can’t babysit me forever, Ez.”
“Not babysitting if I’m not getting paid.”
Y/N threw a handful of stale popcorn at the handsome Reyes feigning shock. She didn’t recall making any pondering how long it’d been sitting abandoned.
“You’re an ass and I demand you take that back.”
“Make me.”
An unusual sensation overwhelmed Y/N as she catapulted atop Ez knowing exactly where to attack. Ez huffed as the wind got knocked from his lungs falling over. Y/N gazed down at him with innocent playfulness, a fleeting happiness. She continued tickling him as his hands gravitated to her hips pushing her further down on his lap.
“St—Stoppp!!”
Her breath danced along the ridge of his neck before flipping Y/N completely on her back. Her arms now pinned above her head at his mercy.
“Oh, how the tides have changed…”
Their breathing intermingled as her chest rose. Ez conveniently slotted himself between her thighs. Her legs locked around his hips keeping Ez in place. Both quiet embracing the calm before the storm. Her eyes blazed with unspoken passion; Ezekiel’s alit with burning lust. His grip tightened keeping her right where he wanted. With mere inches in between them, Y/N wordlessly begged. For what? That was to be determined.
“We can’t.”
Ez agreed; “We shouldn’t.”
Yet neither left their precarious situation. The tension mounted as Y/N wiggled underneath him. A groan riddled from Ez at the sudden movement. Her shameless eyes pleaded with his, Ez hovered bumping their noses. Y/N closed the gap locking her chapped lips to his. He kissed back like a man possessed grinding against Y/N.
Teeth clashed and tongues danced as both fought for dominance. With her hands free, Y/N looped her fingers through his hair tugging harshly. Ezekiel playfully bit her bottom lip in response. Seconds morphed to minutes only intensifying the passing mischief.
Marisol raised him better than this, to covet his brother’s wife, his best friend but that didn’t stop him in the slightest. Some twisted root within Y/N ached for Ez while yearning for Angel and their love. Ezekiel’s attention was drawn to the clanging of his belt unbuckling shredding his last bit of resolve.
Warm fingertips slipped beneath her baggy t-shit, Angel’s old shirt devouring the flesh underneath. He held her when her insecurities were as sharp as a knife and at every moment, they got sharper, he held Y/N even tighter.
She sunk deeper into the depths of her sorrow yet soared at the adrenaline rush. Y/N knew better but her body simply couldn’t resist the temptation, the craving of closeness. As long as it drowned her mounting doubts. Her dead husband painted her closed lids every blink. Her stomach revolted at every turn while a pleasant buzz radiated in her pelvis. Her pelvic muscles spasmed around nothing dying for Ezekiel to take her.
Whether it was grief and lust pushing, Y/N didn’t care, desperately shoving his pants and boxers down with her feet until the offensive material clung to his ankles. Her hands made quick work of his shirt throwing it somewhere in the distance. She froze admiring Ez in all his naked glory. That damn smirk of his would be the death of her. Guaranteed.
Suddenly, her sweats were yanked off faster than wild fire leaving Y/N bare and vulnerable. Petite kisses trailed down her belly towards her aching core. Ezekiel’s movements were sporadic yet methodically maddening. Her legs spread on their own accord granting him access to her inner sanctuary.
“Please, E….”
This specific day Y/N wasn’t above begging wanting nothing more than to feel alive for a goddamn second. His hands gripped her outer thighs happily divulged into her flower. His tongue dipped between her folds nipping at her glistening bud. Y/N writhed as Ez devoured every last drop of her essence. Y/N spiraled unable to recall the last time she had a man between her thighs blissfully enjoying the ride. She spiraled further from reality losing herself in undeniable desire.
Her mind swarmed of memories of Angel forcing a lone tear to slid down her hollow cheek. Her legs quivered as his thumb pressed deeper on her clit stimulating an entirely different sensation. His tongue slid between her folds slurping at the excess nectar. She uncontrollably wiggled causing Ez’s hand to gravitate to her hips holding her firmly in place. A tiny tingle built in her belly growing fiercer with every passing lick. His ministrations continued not letting up until she exploded.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna cu—cum.”
Her chest heaved as her moans quickened signaling a bittersweet end just on the horizon. Y/N’s hands found his interlocking the fingers glued to her hips. That radiant spark morphed into irresistible fireworks jolting her body awake for the first time in a long time. Auburn orbs locked with Y/N as her orgasm ascended to ungodly ecstasy.
Her toes cringed as her body slowly came down from its high leaving an overwhelming silence. Guilt immediately crept into her senses blaring an alarm of betrayal. She refused for regret to take ahold basking in the selfish afterglow.
Easily snaking his way between her legs, Ezekiel’s cock prodded her swollen lips. Exactly where she craved him. Her legs instinctively locked around his ass trying anything to get Ez inside.
“Wait.”
He cupped her jaw drawing her attention. The intimacy intensified sucking the air from her lungs.
“What’s wrong, E?”
“Say it.”
“Say what?”
His stare was enough to eat her alive; “Just say it and I’m yours.”
His tip slid through her folds before halting all movement.
“I want you, Ezekiel Reyes.”
Ez bottomed out as she gladly accepted every thick inch he offered. Y/N huffed adjusting to Ez’s enormous size. It was fucking heavenly.
“Jesus, E. Warn a girl.”
“Shit, querida. You feel otherworldly.”
“Quit teasing and fucking move please.”
Without warning, his thrusts escalated plunging into her wet pussy hitting that spongy spot that made her eyes roll. Hands traveled down his protruding back muscles grabbing a globe of ass. Y/N desired Ez to consume every morsel of her soul, of her existence until there was nothing but the shell of the girl that used to be. Two bodies glistened in a thin layer of sweat moving seamlessly as one. Skin slapped sinking closer to eternal rapture. Grunts and moans filtered as neither kept quiet.
That minuscule spark grew within her again readying herself for a second euphoria. Ezekiel buried himself in the crook of her neck concentrating on her contracting walls. Her scent, her essence was driving him absolutely crazy. He pulled Y/N to his chest launching her forward.
His back hit the couch sending Y/N atop his thick thighs. Both paused at the sudden switch of position. Ez was handing over the reins to do whatever she pleased. She excitedly accepted. At first, fer movements were slow, controlled. So right but so wrong. Her walls squeezed around his hardened cock eliciting a salacious mewl from the Mayan.
Once comfortable, Y/N rode like her life depended on it taking him all the way. She threw her head back in pleasure, Ezekiel lips latched to her right nipple sucking delightfully while palming the other. The rise and fall of her hips picked up speed.
“Y/N…”
Barely a whisper escaped; “Me too.”
Y/N screamed shattering to beautiful little pieces as she came with Ezekiel right on her heels. His arms wrapped around her as he erupted losing himself in her consuming heat. Warm spurts shot inside her womb mixing with her own juices. Y/N fell forward colliding with his chest both officially dead weight. With neither willing to move, they stayed in place soaking up the sheer exhilaration.
“Holy fuck.”
“Holy fuck is right.”
His fingers danced along her spine tickling the exposed skin. Soft kisses trailed down Ez’s neck trying to calm her pounding heart. Y/N’s hips swiveled in small circles sending tingles to her tender core. Ezekiel was already at half mast, she persisted. His lips found hers effortlessly locking the searing passion flaming dangerously. The night dragged on indulging in each other’s pleasure without a care in the world and Y/N couldn’t help but wonder…If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.
I have no idea when i wrote this but i found it in my drafts half done so i finished it and- yh that's about it😅
This was meant to be based upon the song her world or mine but i got off track so its only loosely based upon it.
word count: 3640
Enjoy!
He hasn't used the truck for weeks, he had no reason to anymore, being in it only brought back memories of you. The long drives, the short drives too. The way you would hold his hand while he was driving or how you would remind him to pay attention to the road when he looked in your direction for too long. All the memories were fresh within his mind- almost as if it was yesterday.
Even now, he was only sitting in it, he had to do the beer run and obviously that couldn't be done on a bike, he had to take the truck, but all he could think about was how you used to sit in the passenger seat beside him. He could see it in his mind so vividly, if he didn’t know you had moved on he would swear you were sitting with him.
Looking at the dash his gaze caught the Polaroid photo that was still in its place next to the radio. Your face accompanied a smile whilst his had his usual ‘tough’ man expression, but if you looked close enough, you would be able to see a small smile placed upon his lips. You took it at one of the infamous Mayans parties, he remembered how it took you around 10 minutes to ‘convince’ him to take it, he wanted to take it from the moment you suggested it but he wondered how far you would go to get him to do it
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“Please” you had been begging him for the last 5 minutes in attempt to get him to take a photo with you but to no avail
“No” you two were sitting on the bench outside the clubhouse, people surrounding the both of you, everyone was involved on their own conversations so neither of you paid any mind to them. Of course he was still aware of his surroundings but was more relaxed than usual
“But come on” you begged
“No y/n” he kept his face as straight as he could but you could slowly see a shadow of a smirk forming upon his lips
“Why?”
“No face no case” he shrugged with a slight smirk on his face, clearly that was a lie. Not even 20 minus prior you had taken a photo of all of the club members standing outside of the clubhouse per bishop’s request so he could frame it and hang it somewhere within the clubhouse to show off the members.
“Why are you so stubborn?”
“Why are you so adamant? “He questioned
“Because”
“Because what?” standing up he motioned for you to do so as well,
“Just because”
“Come on follow me”
Standing up you took this hand as led you away from the party,
“Where are we going?”
“To take this god damn photo”
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Recalling that night he felt a pain inevitably run across his chest, sure you two were only friends when it was taken but that night was the foundation for building the relationship you two once shared.
Why had he been so stupid to let you go?
He knew he would have to drive past your place to get to the brewery, it was inevitable really. There was no other way unless he was going to drive an extra 30 minutes, which he didn't have time for.
when he reached the turn in to your street he slowed down a little, looking at your house from a distance he could see a car he didn’t recognize in the driveway. As he got closer he could see two people on the porch, he immediately recognized you accompanied by some guy.
Of course you had someone else.
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Sitting on the couch you couldn't help but let your mind drift back to him, you missed his smile, you missed the way he would have a running commentary while watching anything on the TV, you missed how he would hold you after a long day, you missed everything about him.
“You’re thinking about him again, aren't you?”
You did nothing but hum in response
Your brother had elected to stay with you for a few weeks while he was on a business trip for some type of expansion for the company he worked for. Originally it was a good idea, it kept you mind off Ez, but the more time your brother was here, the more he talked about his wife back home and how he couldn't wait to get back to her just made you think about how you don't have someone in your life to look forward to anymore, you no longer had someone you could tell everything to, someone who would stay by your side, someone you knew would be waiting for you when you were away from home. As much as you loved your brother, you were thankful he was leaving tomorrow
“Im gonna go get a drink” standing up you heard your brother mumble something in response but you elected ignored him and heading to the kitchen.
As you approached the fridge you spotted the picture of you and Ezekiel stuck on the door. You were pretty sure it was Coco who had taken when him, you, Ez and Angel went over the border for a day because none of you had anything to do and for some reason Mexico was the first thing that was suggested. You had been meaning to get rid of it but couldn't bring yourself to. Alot of memories were collected between the four of you, some of them you were just not ready to let go of yet.
By now he was probably already in another relationship so why were you still holding on?
Grabbing a bottle of water you headed outside and sat on the porch steps. You knew there was a party at the clubhouse tonight, Angel had invited you to come, but you knew Ez would be there.
Did you really want to see a girl all over him while you're still here alone? Because that would definitely happen
Maybe he wouldn't be there? Or maybe he would be too busy doing stuff to even realize you were there
You were too wrapped up in your own mind to even realize your brother had stepped outside till you heard a creak from the wood behind you
“Y/n?”
“Yeah”
“you okay?" He asked sitting beside you
“yep"
You two sat in silence for a few moments before he started talking once again
“I love you ye? Don’t let that boy ruin you. He lost you by his own fault. You did nothing” he rambled on about how you should have been treated better and how Ez lost the best thing he could ever have. But you knew he was wrong.
Ezekiel always treated you like a queen, your brother met him one time and barely spoke to him for longer than five minutes. As far as you were concerned you brother didn't know anything about him
While he was rambling you were looking into the distance, mainly just looking at the sky but you could have sworn you saw his truck drive past, but maybe you were just seeing things right? His truck wasn't the only one, there were probably millions of them.
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The party was in full swing, people were everywhere, the room full of patches from all over. mass amounts of people from charters were visiting in celebration of a new deal with the sons, leaving Ez to tend the bar along with some hang rounds.
Wiping down the bar he couldn't help but think about you for the billionth time today. He knew you two broke things off but it didn't mean you had to leave everyone from the club behind as well as him.
"Bro what the hell is wrong with you?" Angel questioned
"Nothing" shrugging his shoulders he dropped the bar rag and turned to get angel a beer from the fridge behind him
"Stop lyin man, what's going on in that head?" Angel knew his own brother better then to believe 'nothing' was going on with him, something was always going on up in Ez's brain, even if he didn't admit it
"I dunno man, I just think it's weird how y/n left us you know?" Ez shrugged again, handing angel a beer
"She didn't leave us. She’s distancing herself. Got a lot of family shit going on right now" he explained, you kept Angel in the loop with everything, after all he was your best friend even before Ez and you got together, if Ez wouldn't tell you something- Angel would.
"Just think it’s weird" Ez repeated, messing with the bar rag once again
"Ya well she’s coming tonight”
Before Ez could respond coco stood next to Angel
"Who’s comin?"
The brothers looked at each other for a moment before angel came up with an idea
"Just some random bird for our boy scout to bed"
"My man," Coco chuckled "finally gonna get your dick wet huh?"
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You knew this was a bad idea, you knew he would be here.
Was he going to be with another girl? Actually stupid question, of course he would be
Opening your phone you sent angel a text
‘I'm like five minutes out but i swear to God if you abandon me tonight i will hit you so hard that you can't remember anything for a week’
At least he would walk in with you so you weren’t alone right?
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Angel stood up abruptly in the middle of a conversation he was having
"Where the fuck you going?" Coco questioned, lighting a cigarette from the chair he was sitting in
"Meet a friend"
"A friend huh?"
"Yeah...maybe you'll like her" Angel replied before grabbing his beer and retreating towards the door.
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Walking through the gate you saw the front of the club littered with patches. Some of them were from different charters. Weird, angel never mentioned other charters visiting, by the look of the outside, you could only imagine the clubhouse itself is packed with people.
Scanning the crowd you spotted the person in question walking towards you
“Hey stupid face”
“good evening stupid head”
“that's basically the same thing i just said”
"oh shut up i couldn't think of insult fast enough”
Pulling you into a hug you couldn't help but feel a little more relaxed. Angel was always like an older brother to you, an annoying one at that but still a brother.
It had been weeks since you saw him, being back in his company made you feel safe again, almost like a sense of home
He placed a kiss on your temple “We missed you here”
“Yeah, I know” letting him go you looked around, mainly to see if any of the other guys were in sight but also to see if coco was around, expecting to be attacked as per usual.
Angel took notice of you scanning the crowd “He's inside”
“Hmm? Sorry I got no idea what you're on about”
Pulling you into his side he wrapped an arm around your shoulders “sure ya don't”
Walking inside you scanned the crowd once again, thankfully coco was nowhere to be seen for the moment and most of the guys were spread out around the room. Bishop and Taza were playing pool, Gilly and Creeper were sitting at the table in a conversation whilst hank sat opposite them looking at something on his phone, Ez was tending the bar like usual but this time he was accompanied by some hang rounds.
At least there isn't girls hanging off him yet
“C'mon let’s get a drink huh” angel lightly shoved you towards the bar playfully.
“No”
“No?” his eyebrows raised playfully
“No and if you try to make me go over there with you i promise i will embarrass you” you laughed
“Fine”
After he got the drinks you both sat at a table in the corner for a while talking, the majority of the topics were about what had been happening while you were distanced from everyone.
Eventually Coco spotted you two and joined in the conversation. you sat talking to the two of them while everyone else was up to their own things, you didn't mind, the both of them combined made for some very interesting storys, the conversation could never die. After around 10 minutes, Angel had left you two alone saying he “wasn't bout to listen to this shit ''- which was super ironic considering the topic of conversation was about modifications for a new bike coco had brought a few days ago
“How does your bike handle anyway? I heard they are bottom heavy and hard to manoeuvre sometimes” you questioned. overtime Ez had taught you some things about bikes, mainly when he was just rambling about random things not thinking you were really paying attention to what he was saying
“It’s alright i guess, sometimes it slips when I lean too far on corners, other times it tends to not wanna go the way I need to but other than that it handles pretty well, arms hurt like a bitch after long ride though” he explained
Nodding your head you understood where he was coming from, having your arms at that angle for hours must have taken its toll
“Ay '' he nodded his head towards someone behind you, Turning your head you saw it was Ez walking through the door with Angel, seemingly engrossed in some type of conversation they were having.
Despite spotting him earlier you only scanned over his appearance but now you actually took a good look at him, he looked different, not much but still different from before. His hair was in the same style but it little more grown out then usual, his facial hair had grown out a little too. His eyes had bangs underneath them and his face looked drained.
All in all he looked like shit.
“You know he’s not the same without you right?” bringing your attention back to coco you couldn't help but feel like you were to blame, maybe if you fought harder of him you two would have never split.
“You two spoke since?” he questioned
“Nope...I got a few drunk calls saying he was sorry but other than that. No” you shook your head.
After you two first broke up he called you around a week later rambling about something but since he was slurring his words- you could barely understand anything he was saying. You got about 2 voicemails of him saying he was sorry and how he fucked up but- you never spoke to him, never texted him back when he would ask you if you were coming to one of the parties.
“The amount of times we've had to stop him from drunk calling you is unreal”
Playing with the label on the beer bottle in front of you, you thought about what coco said- clearly Ez had attempted to talk to you at some point, but why? The whole breakup was because he needed “space” to deal with some things so why was he trying to talk to you?
“He wanted space, I gave it to him” you shrugged, slowly peeling off the label
“Didn’t mean you had to leave us too” looking up from the bottle you saw coco was now avoiding your gaze
“Yeah...I know” maybe it was wrong of you to drop everyone, but being around them would have only brought back memories of you and Ez. At the time it seemed like a good idea to distance yourself from all of the guys, but now, despite only being here for a hour, you could tell how much you really missed being around them.
“You know he’s walking over here right?” Dropping your head onto the table you let out a sigh causing coco to laugh “I’ll leave you two alone huh?” lifting your head up you looked at him with a facial expression as if to say ‘don’t leave me’ but he did anyway
“Y/n” his voice was low, almost as if he didn’t believe he was saying your name again
“Ezekiel”
“Can we talk?”
“We are talking” sitting up straight you turned in your seat to look at him. He looked even worse up close- the bags under his eyes were alot darker then they seemed from a distance, they made it appear like he hadn’t slept for days, you couldn’t help but notice he had a bruise slowly forming on top of his right eyebrow.
“What happened there?”
He looked confused for a moment till you pointed to his eyebrow
“Oh I erm…got into a fight.....with a wall” his eyes were trained onto the floor, almost like he was ashamed.
You hummed in response not sure how to respond without laughing
“So how have you been?” he questions
“Good i guess..how about you?”
“Alright I suppose”
What followed was nothing but silence between the both of you, neither of you knowing what to say. The sounds of other people talking and rock music became almost deafening as the two of you stayed silent
“Well this got really awkward fast” you spoke up causing Ez to laugh a little
“Yeah..yeah it did” he nodded
After a few more moments you stood from your chair “I'm just gonna-”
“Yeah go, i get it go ahead” he finished your sentence for you.
Nodding you quickly made your way outside, the yard was almost empty by now, people had either left for the night or had moved inside.
You spotted Angel sitting on the front steps fiddling with one of the rings on his hand while looking at something in the distance. You sat beside him in silence, neither of you even attempting to make conversation but simply just being trapped within your own minds.
When you and Ez broke up you knew things would change, you knew the two of you probably wouldn't be able to have the same conversations you would before, but you never expected them being so awkward.
Maybe it was just because the wound was still pretty fresh, after all it had only been just over a month
After a few minutes you heard the door behind you open as someone stepped out, seconds later a figure sat next to you, looking over you saw it was coco
“What we doin? havin a lil moment to yourselves” he asked lighting up a cigarette and offering the both of you one
“Yep” Angel responded, taking one and lighting it before looking somewhere in the distance once again. All three of you sat for a few minutes just looking at seemingly nothing in particular.
Maybe it won't be like this forever? At some point there has got to be a time where you can come to the club without feeling awkward because ez’s here.
You heard the clubhouse door open once more behind you and once again, you didn't turn around, but coco did
"Ay man sit" you heard him say as he snapped his fingers at space left beside him to whoever stepped out from the door. It didn't take long for whoever it was to sit down.
Much like he did with you and Angel, Coco offered the person a cigarette which they must of silently declined from the lack of verbal exchange.
There has to be a point when you and the club can all hang out together like before....there has to be a stage where you and Ez can talk like normal people without it being awkward….right?
Seemingly out of no were Coco spoke up, nodding his head towards two stacked benches on the opposite side of the yard "You think i could clear those in one attempt?"
Angel was the first to respond "Absolutely fucking not" he paused for a moment- looking where the benches were stacked "but I'd love to see you try"
"I bet $50 you fail and fall face first" someone spoke up, looking to your left you finally realized who stepped out earlier ..Ezekiel
"Bet, ill prove you wrong" coco stood, taking off his kutte and placing it on the stair rail "you two wanna place any bets?" Coco looked at you and Angel
"Nope, I'm good" you shook your head
"I bet $50 that you don't clear it" Angel responded
"You have no faith pretty boy" coco responded, shaking his head as he started to walk over to the benches
"This is going to end in a hospital trip" you stated making both Angel and Ez laugh
All three of you watched as coco seemed to examine the height of the two benches, planning the distance he would have to run to gain enough speed to propel himself over them and how he would land the jump
"You think he's gonna snap his nose again?" Ezekiel questioned
"Definitely" both you and Angel replied
All three of you watched as coco began to run towards the benches, from your angle it looked as if he could clear it....you were wrong.
Seconds later coco was laying face first in the dirt, one leg was on the floor while the other was stuck in a piece of wood on the bench that had broke underneath his weight
"I think i broke my nose" you heard coco exclaimed causing all three of you to laugh. The few people who were still outside drew their attention to the scene and started laughing too when they realized what happened.
"Ill go get some paper towels" you said, still laughing.
Maybe this was a sign nothing had changed between the four of you, that you could all still hang out and do stupid stuff like before
Maybe nothing has to change
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An| hope you enjoyed this fic. Honestly have no idea why or when i started writing this but 🤷🏼♀️ . *sorry for any spelling or grammar errors or any parts that don't make sense. only scanned it before posting it*
ALSO- i swear part two to the prank war is coming! Its just talking awhile for me to find a way to describe to things going on as well as being busy with other stuff.
author’s note: i wrote this as practice while i ignore my wip’s. we open with ez naked and tied to a chair.
¬ just smut. a dom/sub relationship, handjob, sex toy, bondage, edging, overstimulation, bodily fluids. ez x black reader
gif credit: @shadesalvarez
little bunny.
You sit in EZ’s lap with your hand clasped around his dick moving your fist slowly up and down his length. On the brink of yet another orgasm, his abs clench tight as if he’s doing crunches. You can tell by the way the muscles in his arms flex that he wants to reach out. To hold on to you and bury his dick somewhere. In your mouth, in your pussy–somewhere, but his large arms are bound behind him and down the sides of the wooden chair he’s sitting in.
He tries instinctively to fuck up and into your grip. To meet your hand’s movements, but his legs are confined by the weight of your body. You’re in a silk robe knotted at the waist so he’s only able to catch glimpses of the curves of your breasts and the slick arousal that leaks from between your legs onto his.
EZ’s perfect this way, skin bare and bound to a chair so you can admire every muscle strain against your restraints. Like a good boy, all of his clothes are folded neatly in the corner. Just the way you’d instructed him. The ropes at his arms and the ones that bind him to the chair’s legs by his ankles are the only thing he wears.
“Can I please come?” EZ asks in a low voice turned gruff from frustration. Your skilled hand grips him just a little more every time you pass over the head, and his hips instinctively thrust up each time.
He hopes that now you’ll let him find his release, but just as you’ve done twice before, you drive him close then slacken your grip.
“Not just yet,” you say and EZ’s head falls backwards in exasperation. His breathing settles, and the rest of his body drapes on the chair like a sheet.
You rise from his lap and make a half circle until you’re behind him. Along the way, you drag your fingertips across his toned body. EZ leans into your touch, rests his head against the side of your stomach when you’re close enough. Leans the other way when your hand cups his cheek. Doesn’t care that his own precum is cooling and drying on his face. He’s desperate for some friction–for any kind of touch.
“You okay, baby? These aren’t too tight?”
“All good,” his tired voice perks up slightly then. His answer is strained and breathy but so eager. “I just want…I wish I could touch you.”
You scratch at the stubble at his chin, and he closes his eyes. “Oh, do you?” your voice hums.
“I wanna be inside you so bad, Y/N.”
Leaning over his shoulders, you place your temple against his head and drag your hands over his broad chest. Your fingers ease over a thin layer of sweat until they’re circling his nipples. Just slightly, you turn your head, and EZ faces you, catching your mouth with his. He’s desperate for that kiss, but you pull your touch away to leave him lapping at the empty air.
But there’s no regret in his hazel eyes when he says, “I’m sorry, Y/N-”
Two sharp slaps land on his cheek when you stand, and the sting only makes his dick twitch against his stomach. In the next moment, you pass the back of your fingers on his face to soothe the reddening skin before removing your touch altogether.
He can only hear the drawers of your dresser scraping open and shut behind him which intensifies the wait he’s being subjected to. It’s pin-drop quiet as you retrieve the bottle of lube and one of your favorite toys for him, a fleshlight. So quiet you can hear his anxious panting and the stretch of the rope.
“Tell me…” you start as you walk back in front of him. You let the words hang in the room as you squeeze a few drops of lube into the fleshlight. You take your place on his thighs again, and he licks his lips as he looks down at yours. A breath escapes his parted lips when you grasp his dick in your hand tightly. “What exactly are you sorry for?”
EZ attempts to answer but all that comes from his throat is a strained sound when the fleshlight is pushed all the way down his length. The lube makes the fleshlight slip on quickly–as far as it can go, which is only three quarters of the way down. You don’t move right away, reveling in the way his face contorts into a wince when the fleshlight suctions around him.
“I’m sorry for…f-fuck…I’m sorry for kissing you without permission.”
“Mhm, and what about earlier? Anything to be sorry for?”
“I’m sorry for not answering to my name today–” his words get jumbled in his mind as your hand begins slipping the fleshlight up and down his dick at an agonizingly slow pace.
You work the toy and EZ strains against the rope. He looks at you and by his expression, you can tell he’s about to risk asking for forgiveness rather than permission.
He thinks better of it the last seconds, speaking low, “I’m gonna come.”
“You better fucking not! You better ask, or we’re going to be here all night.”
“Can I come, please?”
“You’ve been so disobedient today–” you tell him, stroking him until your hands pull away. “–and you think you get to come so easily?”
He’s exhausted, but it won’t be long now, you silently promise. You lean in closer and place your hands on his shoulders, holding him at the base of his neck. Thumbs feeling the blood rushing at his neck.
“What’s your name?” You demand. EZ’s can barely keep his eyes open. He’s too tired to remember his real name, let alone the one you’ve given him.
After a few deep, noisy breaths, EZ answers, “Conejito.”
“Yes, mi conejtio. Chosen just for you. I called you that today at the clubhouse, but you ignored me.”
“I…didn’t want the club to hear.”
“Maybe you don’t want to be mine anymore,” you suggest, leaning in to lick the salty sweat at his Adam’s apple as he swallows hard.
EZ’s voice vibrates against your tongue when he quickly denies the accusation. “No, no–”
“Maybe I need to find someone else who can appreciate all that I do for them. Let someone else be mi conejito.”
This makes him tense, and you pull away to find slight anger there behind his stupor. “I-I don’t want you to. Only me.”
A delicate hand on his shoulder forces EZ to relax. “Temper,” you remind him in a stern voice.
That still needed to be worked on. None of that shit was allowed here.
“The next time I call you by your name, your ass better fucking answer me,” you warn him. He can barely give a ‘yes’ before something high-pitched follows as you’re slipping his dick back inside the fleshlight. He looks at your mouth while he wears down on his own lip. “Do you want to kiss me, conejito?”
Languidly, he nods, “Yes, please, Y/N.”
You lean in to swipe at his bottom lip with your tongue only for a moment. A smile tugs at your mouth when he reaches out for more, only to be pulled back by the ropes. Again, you lean in and just minutely, he slumps at the feel of your tongue moving with his.
He’s hungry for this kiss by the time you allow it. You begin to work the fleshlight up to the head where you linger for a few short strokes then slip the toy right back down. Faster and deeper your hand pumps him between you two until his mouth falters. His hands form fists at the sides of the chair as he’s brought closer each time the fleshlight sucks him back in.
“Pathetic conejito can’t get out of his trap,” you tease, sitting upright.
With your free hand to rub over one of his nipples before capturing the hardened flesh between your middle and forefinger. You squeeze hard, and his hips nearly buck you off at the new sensation. EZ lets out a groan that tumbles into a dark laugh.
“Mmm, if they knew how much you liked this pain, baby.” You soothe his flesh just to pinch it again, which sets him off.
“Please, Y/N. I need to…can I come?”
“Yes, conejito,” you finally say.
EZ’s eyes clench tight. His body curves towards you–as much as his bound arms and legs will let him. Face contorts into an almost pained grimace when he shows his gratitude. “Thank you,” EZ grunts out.
“You remembered your manners, conejito,” you coo with pride, stroking faster. Pumping him as if it was your own cunt driving out his orgasm.
Even as stars flood in behind his lids, he’s a good boy. The silicone is a poor substitute for what he really wants, but it welcomes him in every time. His arms pull so tight against the ropes, you think he’s about to break through the restraints when he finally comes undone. Your name rushes out of his mouth as he fills the fleshlight. A mixture of lube and his cum spill out, making a mess at his waist. Between his thighs.
But you don’t stop stroking, and the room becomes a chorus of his EZ’s cussing and the wet squelching sounds the fleshlight makes around his dick. It’s all too much after the evening he’s spent being denied a release.
“Stop, stop!” he cries out, forgetting the word. What was the damn word? “Grapefruit, grapefruit jesusfuckinggrapefruit!”
You stop at once, pulling the fleshlight away and easing off his body. The ropes are the only thing keeping EZ upright now. When you untie him, he slumps forward with his arms folded across the tops of his thighs. You’re on your knees in front of him now, watching the rise and fall of his back as his breath settles.
“You did good, conejito,” you tell him, softly.
His ankles are free next, and you kiss his arms where the thick strings have made impressions in his skin. EZ raises his head slowly to look down at you with a spent half-grin.
January is almost over, it has been a wild ride so far. I had a lot of fun this past week, I have fallen a bit behind schedule so thanks for sticking with me. I read some amazing things this past week. I hope you enjoy this list.
Please note some of these fics will contain dark material including noncon/dub con or other dark content, Smut (its me y’all), angst and good ole fluff. All of these fantastic writers label their works appropriately, you and you alone are responsible for what you consume. Do. Not. Harass. A. Writer. Because. You. Ignored. Their. Warnings. (I will not tolerate bullying on this blog)*
*Warm and Tender by @the-iceni-bitch
Soft Asshole Ransom and Reader who are mutually afraid of being domesticated is hilarious, the manufactured fight had me laughing and the smut made burn up. It’s a perfect fic for all my Ransom lovers. Read it and you’ll feel all warm and tender (don’t boo me, I couldn’t help myself)
*Cadence by @babiiface95
This is an amazing fluff fic featuring the only and only Sam Wilson. In less than 900 words, she manages to capture a warm, loving environment, great music and a spot on Sam. You’ll find yourself wanting to listen to the “Songs for Sammie” playlist.
*EZ’s Claim by @marvelmaree
This hot, smutty fic shows what happens if you decide to do a TikTok trend with your horny boyfriend. Hint: it ends with you in the bathroom trying to be quiet so the rest of the party doesn’t hear you. Its pure fun and makes you want to tease your man all the time. All my mayans fans should check this out.
*No One’s Bitch by @gotnofucks
This story is equal parts hilarious and hot. It features a dark Steve but he has his hands full with a feisty reader. Just because she’s kidnapped doesn’t mean she’s not going down swing, this is no wilting flower here. And the one liners in this are incredible. Seriously, who still puts rings in food?
*Artwork by @afriendlyblackhottie
This features a smitten Steve discovering the readers tattoos. It sparks his creative side as an artist and turns him on more than either expected. It’s beyond sexy how Steve takes control of the situation. Don’t read at work or around people, its that hot. The smut is *chef’s kiss*
Quarantine Fluff: Laundry Day by @viking-raider
So @viking-raider has a fantastic quarantine fluff series. Laundry day is one of my favorites. It features a domestic Henry and how fun everyday mishaps can be with Henry by your side. Although you may banish from laundry duty after this one. This is that pure fluffy goodness that will get you through a bad day.
The Geneva Breakfast Convention by @tuiccim
*Deep, long sigh* I was there when this idea was sparked. And then @tuiccim created this firebomb. When I say this is incredible. I. Mean. It. Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader x Frank Castle x Billy Russo. This combo of men is what you need in your life. I can’t even properly describe how much I love this. Only that I’ve reread it three times. A must read!
California Bound by @navegandoaciegas
I read this fic a while ago and it randomly popped in my head this week. This feature a yandere Bucky wandering aimlessly in the world and a lonely reader. A chance meeting gives him a renewed purpose and the reader, well she was his the moment he laid on her. Where to go from there, have to read to find it. This has to be one of my favorite dark Bucky stories!
Coming Home by @msmarvelwrites
This is a Natasha story that gives her the ending she deserved. The passion between the reader and Nat is off the charts. It has a bit of angst (because Bronte can’t help herself), fluff, well written smut and the last few paragraphs will have you giggling. Mop and Bucket 😏 I caught that little joke.
All Good Things by @sagechanoafterdark
This mini series features amensic ghost!Bucky and a witch!reader. She breaks the cardinal rule of dealing with ghosts. Suddenly she dealing with a very real, very warm Bucky. This story unfolds beautifully and the ending had me crying. The epilogue is incredible, my only complaint was that it was over. This is one of the fics that you’ll want to read again and again to live in this world.
Crossfire Series by @syntheticavenger
This is an ongoing series but I am in LOVE with it. Currently up to six chapters, each one builds on the last wonderfully. This involves a reader who was trying her best to be an agent and everything went wrong, starting with Bucky Barnes. Thrown in a Natasha who would make the perfect best friend and Hydra lurking in the shadows and you have one of the most compelling stories I have read in a while. The last chapter had me staring at my laptop whispering nononono.
The Identity Series by @bucky-the-thigh-slayer
I talked about the first chapter of this Sam Wilson fic in a previous review. Since then two more chapters have been added. And my stress levels have gone through the roof, I need answers. But I have the feeling @bucky-the-thigh-slayer is not going to be the nice. This story is getting better and better. The mysterious of Sam Wilson is unfolding beautiful, its a ride you don't want to miss.
Not Your Forever by @navybrat817
This series started off with a simple premise, Steve leaves you for Peggy, realizes what an idiot he is and tries to come back three years later. Only you’ve moved on to bigger and better things in the form of the one and only Clark Kent. Can Steve accept that he was wrong and move on? You’ll have to read and find out. *Side note navy I’m still mad at you for what you did to you know who*
