since the new season is literally minutes away, quick reminder that i will probably post spoilers for the new episodes and will be tagging all of them #mayans mc spoilers #mayans spoilers, #spoilers
Whose body was on Taza’s bike ? Was it a Mayan ? Was it the Son they killed in season 2? Is that Coco that Ez is punching ? Why are the Mayan charters going to war ?
I have started my shop over. I deleted everything and added new designs while keeping the old ones. I’m trying to upload new designs as frequently as possible. I’ve so decided to do more than just Mayans.
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This man has been showing me so much kindness since the very beginning, so when I met him I wasn’t surprised to see how nice and kind he was to all of the fans he met. Although his talent will take him very far, his big heart will take him even further.
Warnings: 18+ sexual content, yall already know what it is by the title lmao
A/N: I read this HC for JJK the other day that I swore I saved so I could link it here for credit/inspo and i can’t find it Once I read it, all I could think about was how the boys would be if they called you while they were indulging in some self love and you didn’t pick up for whatever reason…and here we are Also it’s the first time getting to write for Mayan Manny and let me just say it’s the first of an eternity
He starts sweet about it
He pauses his movements, trying his best to hold off until he hands up
But hearing your voice on the messaging system
It makes him throb
“Hey babe. It’s me…uh,”
His hand is moving like it has a mind of it’s own, and he chuckles into the receiver, letting you in on the activity
“I miss you. A lot. I just keep thinking about you.”
He’s quiet for a moment, his brain seemingly unable to focus on both the pleasure and putting together a sentence.
“How beautiful you are. How good you smell. Fuck, I miss your smell. Especially your hair.”
His fist is pumping faster, eyes fluttering closed as he imagines you, all beauty and smiles
“I miss how you grip me. How you have to use both hands. How your eyes look when you watch me.”
His hips are moving too now as he pictures your body, bare and all his
“I need you so fucking bad. I can’t wait to be back home with you. This ain’t cutting it.”
He trails off for the most part then, just letting you hear him moan and hiss, saying you name until he spills over his hand, chest sweaty
“Fuck, mama.”
He catches his breath and tells you he loves you quickly before the time runs out, hanging up and chuckling at himself, only able to imagine what type of voicemails you will leave him next time he doesn’t answer
He’s quiet for the first couple of seconds when he hears the beep
Then he makes up his mind
He’s vulgar from the start, talking dirty with no prelude or warm up
Stroking himself harder so you can hear it over the phone
“Miss you so much, mi reina. I’m so fuckin’ hard for you. I can’t think about anything but that perfect pussy. I’m gonna fuckin’ rail you when I get back home.”
He stops talking for a little, bring the phone down by his hip so you can hear the obscene sound of his hand pumping
He’s purposefully more vocal
Knowing that if you can’t see him, he’s going to let your ears paint the picture for you
“So hard and thick, baby. All for you. You got me fuckin’ throbbing and you ain’t even here.”
He’s picturing you
How he had you bent over the kitchen counter
Hands gripping the granite as he plowed into you from behind
“Wish you were here. I’d fuckin’ wreck you if you were here.”
He’s cursing and growling as he comes, his seed collected across his stomach
And for a second, he can almost trick himself into thinking he feels your mouth on him cleaning it up
But then he’s left alone with the silence again, his voice softer now.
“Hope you sleep well, princesa. Talk to you tomorrow.”
He’s playful
The first thing coming after the beep being a deep laugh
“Why you not answering the phone, mama? What, you don’t wanna talk to me no more?”
He keeps stroking himself lazily, no match for how much better it feels when you do it
And he lets you know that
“I’m sitting here in bed, thinkin’ about you. Figured I’d make myself come before bed, but it wasn’t the same without you. Now you’re not even answering the phone.”
He laughed again, but he wasn’t mad
It was late, after all
He kept tugging at himself, rambling off as he did
“Bet you look real cute, all curled up right now. You holding my pillow? Cuddling into it because you miss me? Bet you are.”
He picks up the pace, squeezing himself gently just like you do every now and then
“I wonder if you touched yourself before bed too. Maybe that’s why you’re asleep so deep you didn’t even hear my call.”
He groans at the thought, picturing you in your bed, legs spread
“Ain’t the same though, is it mama? Nah. It’s better when it’s me doing it. Just like it’s better when it’s you doing it.”
He doesn’t say much from then on, just letting you get an earful as he comes, cursing and growling
He’s laughing again then as he cleans up, looking forward to your call in the morning
“I’ll talk to you later, mama. Maybe I won’t pick up either, let you have your turn.”
He’s a little huffy about it at first
He finally found a couple minutes to himself, stashed away in the bathroom, and now you don’t pick up
“Hey, uh…I just wanted to see if I could talk to you. I needed to hear your voice.”
He’s quiet for a few seconds more, wondering to himself if he should just hang up and try again later
But things have been so busy and he’s so hard
He doesn’t know when he’ll get another chance so he sighs and keeps talking, knowing he’s already there
“Was gonna see how you were doing, maybe get some phone sex going, but since you didn’t pick up, I guess it’s just me huh?”
He strokes himself firmly, not trying to make it feel like you since he knows he can’t
“I fuckin’ miss you, chiquita. I wanna be with you. This shit is taking to long.”
He huffs, eyes closed as he strokes himself
“I wanna be inside you so bad. Can’t fuckin stand it. We still got a couple more days.”
He decides to stop giving you the run down and instead just lets you listen, not doing a whole lot more talking
He finishes with a strangled groan of your name, breathing deeply as he tries to slow his heart down, still not feeling satisfied
“I’m gonna go, call me back when you get this. I’m gonna call again tomorrow night too, make sure you pick up this time.”
He’s not upset
Disappointed sure, but he understands
It’s late, and he’d be asleep too if it weren’t for the throbbing ache in his boxers
That was the only reason he was calling at a time like this
And part of him wants to just leave it along
But the bigger part of him knows that he could still bring himself pleasure while making sure you know how much he missed you and relied on you for relief
So he does
“I miss you so much, beautiful. Wish I could have you here with me. Or be there with you. Either way.”
He’s another that doesn’t even bother trying to make it feel like it’s your hand, lest he disappoint himself even more
“I just want to feel you there. Laying on me, like you do. When you put your head on my chest and stick your hand in my boxers.”
He groans, imagining the feel of your soft and warm fingers, how they wrap around him
“Miss your voice too. You gotta make a longer voicemail greeting. Give me more to listen to.”
He leaves it at that, letting the voicemail run in the background while he scrolls through his pictures of you
Cursing as he stops on the one he had taken of you in the bath, skin wet and glistening, bubbles barely covering his favorite parts of you, that warm needy look in your eyes from both the massage and wine you’d had prior to the picture
His orgasm almost catches him by surprise when it comes, your name and ‘I love you’s” being chanted over the phone before he finally hangs up and drifts off
He contemplates hanging up
But a little old fashioned phone sex never hurt anybody
So he stays on the line
He’s quiet for a good while, just thinking about you before he remembers it still recording
“Hey, babygirl. Sorry i’m calling so late. You’re probably asleep already. I just can’t stop thinking about you.
Definitely tries to make it feel like it’s your hand
“I miss you so fuckin’ bad, pretty girl. Can’t wait until I’m home.
Might even hang up and call back so he can hear your voice again
He feels a little foolish at first
Not used to having to resort to using his own hand
He’s used to having you right there, never having to be separated from you if he doesn’t want to
But he’s got business and you’ve got a family matter to attend to
So finding himself hard and lonely in your shared master bedroom has him calling you for some relief
He’s all huffs and eye rolls when he calls you twice and it goes to voicemail
He knows you’re safe
He send two of his best with you on the trip
But that doesn’t do anything to help the raging throb he feels as he thinks about you
Your voice over the greeting enough to have him reaching into his briefs and finally let the voicemail start recording
“I thought we talked about how I would let you go without me, but you needed to make sure to answer your phone? Remember when we agreed on that?”
He huffs quietly, not liking the feeling of being out of control
“I miss you. I want to hear your voice. And not over some stupid fucking device. I want you here with me.”
“Wait until you get home. Wait until I get my hands on you.”
He just lets you listen for the rest, letting you hear him groan and curse until he finishes
Summary: You’re always the one being submissive and tonight, Angel allows you to switch roles.
Pairing: Sub/switch!Angel Reyes x female reader
Warnings: 18+ Sexual content, light bondage, body fluids, Angel being subby for the first time,
Word count: 1.8K
A/N: Not me saying drabble and then churning out a full length fic lmao Out baby Angel deserves it
“I wanna tie you up.”
Angel’s face was worthy of a picture when he turned to look back at you from his side of the couch. He was mid-way through rolling a blunt, but the blunt words tumbling from your normally submissive and shy mouth had snatched his attention. He absolutely had not expected that to be your response when he asked you if there was something new you wanted to try tonight. Once the shock melted away, he laughed. Eyes closed, head thrown back, depths of the belly laugh, until he saw you were serious. And just like that, he was toying with you.
“You? You wanna tie me up? You who sometimes gets too shy to even ask me to fuck you harder? You, who cries when I make you come more than twice? You wanna try and dominate me?”
You simply nodded, fiddling with your fingers, but still keeping eye contact to show him that you were serious.
He was willing, of course, but he just wanted to see if you were serious or not. He’d give you whatever you wanted, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have fun with you in the process. Angel pursed him lips and shrugged, cocky energy taking over him.
“Ok, mami. Let’s get to it then."
Your eyes widened slightly and he simply nodded, standing up from the cough and staring down at you before holding his hand out, rolling papers long forgotten on the top of the coffee table. Taking his hand, you made your way to the bedroom with him, jitters coming on. Angel stripped out of his jeans and boxers with zero apprehension and climbed onto the bed, scooting up to the headboard and raising his arms against it, a lopsided smirk on his lips as he half expected you to fold under his gaze. When you didn’t, he wiggled his free arms playfully
"Hurry up. Tie me up since you wanna be in charge. Or did you change your mind already?”
The teasing had you shaking your head, grabbing the soft-lined handcuffs. You knew there was no way you’d be able to tie him up with the rope like he did to you without fumbling and ruining the mood. So you settled down onto his hips, reaching forward and took his giant paws into your hands, clicking the cuffs onto his wrists, looped around the opening in the headboard. Leaning back, you looked down at him, the Mayan already feeling hard underneath you. He swilved his hips and you laughed, the sound bringing a smile to his lips.
“So now what?”
You chuckled again, but this time the sound was a little deeper, and it made Angel shiver. Not as much as your next words did though.
“Probably should’ve asked me that before you agreed to leave yourself defensless.
His smile faded ever so slightly, but he still kept his cool. What could little old you possibly do to him that he couldn’t take? He sucked his teeth and rolled his his shoulders, that arrogance only standing to fuel you. With a smile, you shuffled down his body further until his dick was between the two of you, hard and ready for whatever you were going to give him, at least he thought.
It started off simple enough, your hands warm and soft as they stroked him. His moans were deep and gravely, full of base as they always were.
Then you pulled away for the first time.
Your hands left him, his cock bobbing slightly as it leaned back toward his stomach. You sat up some and hovered over him, lips kissing along his chest and neck. He let his eyes close, enjoying the feeling of your lips on him, nose brushing against his cheek, the hairs of his beard tickling you. You kissed behind his ear, tongue snaking out to lick at the shell making a another shudder run through his body. It was different, not something you usually did, but it felt good and Angel was simply living in the moment.
Then you were sitting back again, hands grabbing for him again. You stoked him with both hands, split dribbling down from your mouth onto him as he leaned down. It wasn’t enough though, not slick enough for you.
Reaching for the bottle of lube, you pumped out a squirt and went back to stroking him, both hands starting to make his breath come a little quicker.
"Fuck, baby. Stroke me just like that."
Your hands were stopping immediately, Angel’s eyes popping open.
"Why’d you stop?”
“Ask me nicely."
Angel blinked as he looked at you for a few seconds before chuckling and lifting his hips.
"Please stroke me like that. Better?”
“A little."
You relented and continued to stroke him, knowing that his attitude was going to make this just as fun as you were anticipating.
"You’re always so demanding. Maybe it would be good for you to learn how to be more humble."
Angel locked eyes with you, starting to see where this was going. And sure enough, after a few more seconds, you were letting him go again, leaning forward once more to kiss along his chest again. His cock bobbed and flexed, needing more attention, but you paid it no mind. You kissed along his chest, tongue licking along the skin even now and then, the cool air on the trail of your saliva making him shudder. You took longer his time, not going back to his aching cock and Angel knew what it was that you wanted. He wagered with himself, not wanting to seem weak, and before he could make a choice, you directed your attention back to where he needed it most. He sighed deeply, the tip getting darker as he felt himself growing harder, a small clear bead sitting at the opening. You ran your thumb over it and watched as his abdomen flexed. So you did it again, with more pressure.
Then again.
And again.
And again.
Angel’s thighs were tight now too, his breaths coming quicker at the direct stimulation.
"Baby. Baby. Come on."
Sucking your teeth, you feigned a wince and tilted your head.
"I didn’t hear a please."
You were letting him go again, Angel’s hips jerking slightly as he tried to chase the pleasure.
"I’m sorry. Please. Please mama. Touch me again."
The arrogance was gone from his voice by now, a thinly veiled urgency underneath that you knew wouldn’t take much to bring to the surface. You ignored his cock and leaned forward again, placing your lips at the base of his throat this time, talking quietly against the skin.
"You’re mine, right Angel?”
The Mayan nodded quickly, rambling off the reverse of your question.
“Yeah, I’m all yours mama.”
That wasn’t enough though, and you told him as much.
“That’s not good enough, Angel. I don’t believe it."
Angel swallowed, not having expected you to settle into this role so quickly nor so well. And he damn sure didn’t expect himself to be closer to your usual whiny self than being the one in charge. He was just so hard though, the on and off neglect starting to weigh on him.
"I’m yours, querida. I’m all yours. I…I belong to you. I’m yours.”
You smiled against his pec, a hiss falling from his lips as you dragged your teeth over his right nipple.
“And who else?”
The breathless Mayan quickly shook his head, wincing at the feeling of your panties scratching at his cock as you wiggled against him.
“No one, n-no one elses. Just yours. Only yours.”
His voice was taking on a higher pitch, breathless and desperate, and you could understand then why he loved being the one in control so much. You left one last kiss to his chest and then made your way back down, the small bead at the tip now a sticky trail that was dripping down above his belly button.
“Look at you, making a mess."
Angel looked up at you, a strangely unfamiliar look in his eyes.
"I…I’m sorry. I can’t help it."
The condescending tone your voice took on had caught you both by surprise. You weren’t sure where it came from, probably from hearing Angel speak that way to you for so long. Either way, you were wetter than you’d ever been without having even been touched, and you were growing impatient with your own drawn out torture.
You grabbed onto him again and stroked him tightly, Angel groaning and hissing as you brought him closer and closer. Once he was close, you let go again, a foreign whine coming from him as he panted.
"Fuck, mami, please! Please don’t stop, please. Just let me cum. Please. I wanna cum. Please!”
The begging and desperate moans sent a lightning bolt straight into your panties and you groaned yourself, starting to grind yourself down onto his thigh. You knew the restraints were the only thing keeping him from tossing you over and taking what he needed from you, but because they were there, he was at your mercy, and that power was intoxicating.
“Do you think you deserve it? Do you think you’ve earned it?”
Your voice was breathless too, your panties scratching against your clit as you moved.
“Yes! Please, baby, please. I’ve been good."
His words shocked even himself, but he was far too hard and desperate to care. All he could think about was spilling into your hands and watching it drip down your skin. You as well knew you wouldn’t last long, and considering this version of Angel wasn’t guaranteed to return, you tried to make the best of it. Wrapping your hands around his cock one last time, you continued to grind down on his thigh, the muscle firm under you in Angel’s distress.
"Go ahead. Cum for me. You can do it.”
You stroked him firmly, hands moving faster as he bucked underneath you. Then he was tensing, hands balled into fists, eyes shut tight as he came all over your hands. You smiled as you watched him, voice soft, hands still stroking.
“Good boy."
He shuddered at both your words and your hands, his face flushed.
"Fuck. Fuck."
You finished him off before letting go, eyes warm as they looked down at him, spent. He huffed out a breath before taking in a deep once, eyes finally opening up to stare at you.
"What the fuck was that?”
You laughed, feeling like you had him wrapped around your finger.
“You tell me."
He chuckled, looking down at his chest, a litter of small marks left on his skin from where you had kissed and suckled. Wiggling his hands, he shuffled the cuffs, nodding down to the wet spot on your panties, his old cocky self coming back.
