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The Dark Passenger Masterlist.
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Cast of Characters (face claims)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two & Epilogue
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Rolling over the Clouds - An EZ Reyes/Reader/Manny Smut Short.
I think I’m going to be regularly contributing to writing this kind of throuple set up. I like it :D
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Words - 822
Warnings - Smut (inc. m/m sexual acts) below the cut, minors DNI!
It’s all slow and rolling that afternoon, much like the summer storm that rumbles overhead, your bed, dressed in grey linen, not unlike one of the heavily laden clouds above, the soft covers sumptuous as you and your boyfriends enjoy one another after all taking a bath together. Yes, you furnished your bathroom with a much bigger tub solely for the reason. Because why get hot and wet alone, when you can do so with two very handsome accompaniments?
“You know what we are right now?” Manny asks, laying hot licks over your clit, EZ behind him, a well-lubed hand trawling his cock while he rims him from behind.
“Really fucking horny?”  
Your suggestion makes them both snicker, Manny continuing. “Nah. Sexy version of the human centipede.” You can’t help but explode into giggles.
“I don’t want that visual in my mind right now,” EZ snorts, biting him on the butt cheek as reprimand, Manny growling.  
“God fucking damnit, that hurt!”
EZ laughs devilishly. “You must have liked it, though. It made this gorgeous, big cock of yours pulse.”
Manny raises an eyebrow, casting a glance back over his shoulder. “Maybe do it again, just so I know for sure?” His request is obliged, a rich groan tumbling from his mouth, burying it back against your folds, licking over your clit with long, repetitive strokes, making a constellation soar beneath your skin, the pleasure biting, the heat of his mouth like a summer tempest, his eyes almost black at he stares up at you.  
EZ emerges from behind him, kissing a path up his spine, Manny shuddering as each hot, open-mouthed pucker hits his skin, EZ reaching for his drink on the nightstand, gulping it back.  
“Thirsty work, huh?” you quip, EZ raising his eyebrows as he drains the glass.
“Between keeping you and him happy, I can’t feel my jaw either.” You identify, having both of them, well endowed as they are to please with your mouth, EZ coming to lie as your side, hand stroking over your curves as he circles your nipple with his tongue, Manny emerging from between your legs to plunge into you, parting your walls and filling you to the hilt, leaning to kiss you. He then turns to EZ, granting him the same, the sight of them locked at the mouth the catalyst to a heavenly warmth spreading right through you, as it always does, groaning softly against the push of one another’s tongues.
They then shift their focus back to you, EZ kissing your neck, Manny pausing to grab the lube and squirt a little onto his palm, wrapping his hand around EZ’s cock and giving him a slow, firm upward tug that has him breathless, while his mouth closes over your nipple. Sitting back on his heels, he trawls your wet plush slowly, tingles erupting when the head of his cock drags sparks over your sweet spots, his hand wringing pearls of precum from EZ, warm and wet against your hip.
“Mmmm, fuck. That pretty little pussy sure got some fucking grip,” he groans, EZ reaching over, his fingertip sliding to your clit and circling slowly, making pulses throb through you, your bones smouldering, tongue rolling against his as you share hot, syrupy kisses. “I think she needs stretching out more, though.”  
EZ makes a small noise of approval, lips gliding over your jaw, tongue swiping your neck as he reaches lower, fingers stroking Manny as he slips back and forth before he pushes a finger at your entrance, the cock within you paused as his long digit slides in to join it, EZ adding a second, caressing you with more sumptuous kisses when you hiss and whimper a little. “You can take it, just relax while we open this pretty little cunt up. Mmmm, you feel so fucking good.”  
Little sobs wrack your throat, not entirely out of pleasure, Manny leaning to you, kissing your throat as they move slowly withing you. “Shhhh, baby. Want me to stop a minute?”
“No,” you pant, your nails dragging his chest. “Keep going, but slow.”
“I will, querida. Nice and slow. God, you’re getting so fucking wet.” They lavish you with strokes and kisses, their praise electrifying, your body relaxing into it, EZ’s fingers curling a little, stroking, stars shooting through your wet walls, Manny speeding up a little. “Yeah, good girl. That feel nice, darlin’?”  
Your voice breaks on a cry, your eyes shutting tightly as your body ripples, your back arching like a bridge, them the rushing water beneath. “Fuck!” The pleasure ascends like a creeper vine, tangling, rooting deep and coiling through your insides, your pulse throbbing wildly beneath EZ’s tongue.
“I think she likes it.” he whispers through a little chuckle, kissing your neck. “You do, don’t you? Like the feeling of when we make you ours entirely.”  
“Fuck yes.” You breathe, turning to kiss him. And nothing could be truer.
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They Never Held You - An EZ Reyes/Reader One Shot Story.
I felt like a little bit of softness, so here, you have some, too. 
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Words - 826
Warnings - Brief mentions of sex, otherwise, just fluff
They never held you, once they’d gotten what they wanted from you.  
None of them were ever unkind to you, absolutely not. You provided them with what they wanted at the end of a difficult day, or a long run; the heaven of a gorgeous set of legs to slot themselves between, and the welcome of a warm, wet cunt to fuck away their troubles into. They liked you very much for such unwavering service.  
None of them held you, though.  
There was only one who hadn’t ever approached you, the quiet one, the one who until very recently had been the Mayan’s prospect, now a fully patched member. You wondered if whether it was because of the aforementioned prospect status that he never had, that maybe he was told you were a treat reserved for full patch members only, their girl, not ripe for the picking by just anyone. Then again, you knew you likely weren’t revered quite so highly.  
The night was like any other that night, with you sitting alone, waiting, available to whichever one wanted the solace of your inviting womanhood. You were always on offer, after all. Would it be Angel, you wondered? He regularly took you outside and fucked you into utter oblivion. Perhaps Bishop, who would lead you into templo, take his usual seat, and bounce you upon his cock until he had you wailing. Maybe Coco, who took you into the bathroom, bent you over the sink and pounded you utterly voraciously from behind.  
Each had their place where they would lose themselves, ease their frustrations with you, take a little piece of you when they’d finished, too.  
None of them held you, though.
“You look pretty tonight.” His words rouse you from your haze, looking up and smiling at him.  
“Thanks, EZ.” Your reply is as soft as the eyes that view you, his hand reaching into your space, nodding. Taking it, he leads you from the clubhouse, everyone who notices giving him knowing looks, a few whistles resounding.  
“Damn, thought it was my turn tonight!” you hear Riz jokingly lament, his words leaving a prickly feeling of unease in your chest. Your muscles stiffen, EZ’s thumb stroking over the back of your hand when he feels the tension swell within you. He leads you to his trailer, you figuring this would be your place, each of them now dotted out like a map over the Romero Brothers property. Angel at the back of the clubhouse, Bishop in templo, Coco in the bathroom, Riz usually over the pool table, Taza in the office, Hank against his motorcycle, Creeper in the van, Gilly outside on the couch, and now EZ in his trailer. You have your place with each of them.
He leads you inside, closing the door, shrugging his kutte off and removing his t shirt. God, the body. He is absolute male perfection, a splendour of smooth flesh blanketing bulky, powerful muscles, his arms ridged with swollen veins. Moving to him, you reach to touch him, your hands gliding up those arms as he reaches for the front fastening of your dress, pulling the cord that laces it undone, the crushed velvet fabric pooling against his hands as he lowers it, exposing you to him, his eyes touring your nakedness as each bit is revealed. You stopped bothering with underwear a long time ago.  
Reaching for his belt, you unfasten it while maintaining eye contact with him, lost in the deep brown gaze that holds your stare, pulling his jeans down along with his boxers, moving to crouch before him. His hands grasp your shoulders, EZ shaking his head.  
“Come on.” His words are quiet, kicking himself out of his clothes, gesturing to the bed. You climb in beside him, instantly moving to try and straddle him, EZ preventing you. “No. I don’t want that. Well, at some point I will, but not right now.”
You stare at him in puzzlement, propping your elbow against the pillows and leaning into your hand. “What do you want, then?”
His smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, reaching to stroke your face, turning onto his side and pulling you close. “This isn’t about what I want.” Your body tenses a little, the territory unfamiliar, strange, a man wanting you for anything else than what you’ve become accustomed to. The stroking of his hand up and down your spine settles you, easing the tension away as you rest down, his arms tightening a little. He presses a kiss against your lips, thumb stroking your cheek. “I like you. Is that alright?”  
He’s never seen you smile like that, like the one that brightens your face in the wake of hearing his confession, contentment settling in your bones as you curl against him, the steady rhythm of his heart soothing. He’s everything you didn’t realise you needed.  
Finally. Someone holds you, and for that moment, he wants nothing more.  
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I saw your request page and what about Angel & #20 & #6
Hey! It's one prompt per request, so as I'm feeling extra fluffy today, I'm choosing 20!
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"You never tell me, Angel!" You scream, angry, hurt tears tumbling from your eyes. "You never tell me that you love me, so how the fuck am I supposed to know!"
He holds his arms wide before letting them fall, hands clapping against his strong, denim-clad thighs. "You know, though. C'mon, querida! You have to know!"
His actions have always spoken much louder than his words, his emotional depth and breadth always a little succinct when it comes to verbalising it. You know why, too. Love had ended in his hurt too many times in the past, so he's a little guarded, somewhat jaded. He knows speaking those words will make it all the more real, you and him, and you know why he's holding back.
"You don't have to be scared, Angel! I'm not going anywhere, and you can't chase me away either, or ruin it! You might try, fuck, you probably will, actually, but I'm not about to leave!"
He frowns, lifting his chin, scoffing at your words. "You really think that's what I'm gonna do? And I ain't scared of this either, by the way."
Immediately, you snort with incredulity. "Could have fooled me!" You take a breath, closing the space between you both where you've been yelling at one another from opposing sides of his lounge. "You have to tell me. You know I'm walking into this with hurt too. I need to hear it, or in my mind, I'm just some other girl in the long list to try and fail with Angel Reyes. If you really loved me, you'd know it's something I need to hear."
Something in him snaps then, but not out of anger. He sees it in you, the same vulnerability he carries in himself, except you're different. You're brave enough to speak it, and him? He tries to run from it, all of the time, from woman to woman. Taking the last few steps in order to reach you, he grasps your face in his hands, kissing you.
“I love you, alright? I fucking love you, there, I’ve said it.” Another kiss, as your heart somersaults, before he speaks again. "You wanna know how much?"
"Tell me."
"Alright." He rests his forehead against yours, and then recites words so deeply profound, you know you'll never, ever forget them. "I love you so much, that the mountains will crash into the sea, the sun will burn itself out of the sky, and the world will stop turning completely, before I ever, ever stop."
You sob with emotion, your lips pressing to his again as you hold one another tightly, Angel lifting you into his arms, your legs winding around him. "And now I'm gonna take you to bed, and show you how much."
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She MIGHT be a tiny bit tipsy.
She MIGHT be writing a piece of filth featuring this guy assuming the role of dom…
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She MIGHT*
*She totally is 😁
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To all the new Mayans MC fans I have DEVOURING my stories right now, HELLO! Welcome! THANK YOUUUU for giving me a read and to those reblogging, bless you for understanding the importance 🖤🖤 You are all beautiful people 😍
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And with a trembling hand I ask for #11 with ....Angel.😈
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Here you go! Hope you enjoy!
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Smut below the cut! Minors DNI!
Neither you nor your boyfriend work conventional nine to five hours, your working patterns often requiring you to do night shifts, and Angel's even less regular in regime. One thing you do love, though, is knowing he'll be in bed waiting for you when you do arrive home from the graveyard shift, all ready to curl up, enjoy him for a time, and then fall into blissful sleep.
That morning, though, as you strip off in the bathroom, throwing your work clothes into the hamper, you can hear from the bedroom that he's started that enjoyment without you. Fair, really, as Angel always wakes up unreasonably horny, his morning wood demanding he immediately does something with it.
"Having fun in there, baby?" you ask, pushing the partially ajar door open wider, the sight of him, naked, fist slowly pumping on his thick, dark cock greeting you.
"I am, but I could stand to be having more. “How about you come help me out, hmm?”
You lean against the door, your cunt prickling with arousal as you watch him, turned on as ever to witness him touching himself, hearing his groans, his chest rising and falling steadily, his hand wringing out little shiny pearls of precum to wet the flushed tip of his hardness. You'd always love to watch it for longer, his sinfully delicious display of solo pleasure, but you never can. It's too much to bear.
Walking over, you straddle his legs, kissing your way down his taut abs, moving his hand away to replace his touch for yours, enveloping him in the wet heat of your mouth.
"Mmmm, good morning to me." he groans, his hands losing themselves in your hair as he watches his cock vanish.
What a good morning it truly always is with him.
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Plans for today:
Go make epic lunch.
Chill with my bestie when she visits this afternoon.
Write you all some more threesome related smut later on! Manny and EZ will be making a sexy return 😁 also there’ll be an Angel smut short AND an update of BTBT! 🖤🖤🖤
WHO’S HERE FOR IT? @withmyteeth @darqchilddaydreamz @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna @spaghettificationandpretzels @danzer8705 @camelia35 @mrsjakeseresin @r3dskywaterfall @saracatherine and anyone else who my brain won’t let me remember right now! 😂
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Brain: “FEELING CREATIVE! LET’S DO THE WRITING!”
Me: “Okay! What are we working with? What’s the idea? Something relating to existing characters within my creative universe, or something new?”
Brain: “NO IDEA. YOU DO IDEA I JUST WANT TO DO. MAKE IT HAPPEN.”
Me:
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Anyone want a quick few minutes of muscle porn? Go look at the newest video JD Pardo posted on his IG.
FUCK ME.
No, really.
The man is such a BEAST.
Expect some literary EZ porn tomorrow in the wake of this 🥵🥵���️♥️
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