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Going to the pumpkin patch with Tranq would include…

A/N: This lovely autumnal HC was requested by the sweet @plentyoffandoms Word count: ~390

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Hank Voight - NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Surprisingly affectionate. He’s always softer with you, but it surprised you at first how soft he could be. He always gives you a gentle kiss when you’re finished, and takes a moment to lay with you. Basking in the afterglow, letting his breathing steady before getting up. He always cleans you up after with gentle hands before grabbing you some water. Then it’s a cuddle fest. Arms locking you in place against his chest. Skin to skin, still naked, tangled up with him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his hands. They can do some serious damage while he’s at work, but with you he gets to use them for something else. Holding you, caressing you, helping you fold laundry or cook dinner.

On you, he loves your thighs. Soft and plush, he can just grab at them. The way they move when you walk has him thinking the filthiest things. When you wrap them around his waist, or his head..

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He has a desperate need to finish inside you. He’s a possessive person. It marks you as his, claims you. Watching your face when he fills you, the way you clench and flutter around his cock. Watching it spill out of you after.

If you’re not down for that, that’s totally fine! Your comfort and consent comes first. He’s content to finish on those delicious thighs or your tummy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a stack of photos of you at work. You in lingerie, nudes you've sent him, any dirty picture you've sent him. He loves to look over them at work. When it's been a stressful day, he knows he won't be home for a while, he'll pull them out and drool.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh he knows exactly what he's doing. He can read your body language like a pro and knows exactly what you need and what you like.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He loves to have you caged under him, pressed as close as he can as he thrusts into you. Lips against yours or your cheek, his deep grunts filling your ears as he pushes impossibly deeper. Sometimes he'll place your leg on his shoulder, pushing even deeper and harder each time.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely more serious. He feels so lucky to have you in his life and sex isn't anything that's casual to him, it's intimate. If something humorous happens he might chuckle and smile. But otherwise it's all focus.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it trimmed and neat enough. He isn't going to shave bare but he definitely is neat with it. On you, he couldn't care less. Shaved bald, full bush, whatever in between. He isn't phased.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He turns into the biggest, softest man. Cupping your cheeks and kissing you so soft and sweet. Take a gentle hold of your neck as he holds you close. Hand on your lower back as he pulls you in. Whispering soft and sweet about how he loves you, calling you all the pet names he can think of.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he's pent up and frustrated, he absolutely does. He's always thinking of you or looking at those pictures. Spilling over his hand with a throaty groan, head thrown back and eyes closed.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves to use his cuffs on you. Hands secured above your head to the bed as he holds your hips in a bruising grip, thrusting into you steady and slow. Or, he likes to cuff them behind your back. Pulling your hips back so you're arched for him, taking you from behind.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. The bed, the couch, the kitchen, his office.. Anywhere away from private eyes and he's down. As long as no ones sees you and he can have the moment with you, he doesn't care.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything you do gets him turned on. Your laughter, your smile, watching you cook or clean. Listening to you talk about your day, the way you get excited about work. Just you being you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurt you or embarrass you in anyway. Spanking, hair pulling, biting, that's one thing. But anything that would hurt you, make you bleed, or embarrass you for his enjoyment is off limits.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

(I had a request for something like this so I'm going to elaborate here) He fucking LOVES to eat you out. It borders on obsession. Any chance he has to kneel down between your thighs or lay between them is time well spent. If you give him permission, he'd love to wake you up with his mouth. Take his sweet time licking and sucking and nibbling at your sweet cunt, listening to your sleepy whines as he pleasures you.

He'd never make you give him head or complain if you didn't want to. But if you do, he can't enough of the view. Your pretty eyes gazing up at him as you bob along his cock, mouth full as you moan around his cock. That's one of the view times he actually feels weak in the knees.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow, sensual, passionate. He can be rough sometimes, a sharp slap to your ass or pulling your hair as he thrusts into you. Bites and marks all over your neck and chest. But he isn't one to rail you at a fast pace. Sex is something he wants to take his time with and thoroughly enjoy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's down for quickies. Stressed out at work, out at a bar, when he wants you he wants you. Pressed up against the wall in the bathroom, sitting on his desk in his office. He'll take the time to fuck you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He'd be willing to try some new things. Taking you in the patrol car has always been a fantasy of his. The risk of getting caught in public always gets him going.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His stamina seems never ending, you're usually the one tapping out. He could go for 3 rounds easy, usually more. He has enough self control to hold back his own orgasm just to see you fall apart under him over and over.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't have toys but if you did, he's down to try them out. Especially the vibrators. Holding one to your clit while he thrusts into you, overstimulating you for hours just to watch the mess you make.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases so much it's cruel. Sneaky touches when you're together that drive you crazy, like grabbing your ass or holding your thigh. He'll make you wait all day and then make you cum over and over, he loves to overstimulate you. See just how much you can take.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His voice and low and sexy as is, but his moans? That alone could get you wet. His deep grunts, gravely moans and groans, his panting.. He isn't shy about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves when you flip and take charge of him. Cuff him and ride him, or cuff him to blow him. He trusts you to be in that vulnerable position.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Oh we KNOW it's big. Definitely girthy, 6-7 inches, slightly curved to the right. Just a lil.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Once he met you, sky high. He can't get nearly enough of you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always waits to make sure you're asleep and cozy. Once you are, he's falling asleep an hour or so later.

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Dating Bishop Losa Would Include...

A/N: what’s wild is thinking I posted this only to realize it was sitting in my drafts. Showing my all time favorite love some love 😍

Rating: 💙

Check out the others I’ve done so far?: Dating Angel Reyes + Dating Ezekiel Reyes

✦ Bishop is entirely too old – both physically and mentally ��for playing games.

✧ So, if you’re looking for some quick, undefined and slightly messy, drama filled hookups please spare him the headache, and consult with a younger member of the MC

✦ The man’s got a lot of shit on his plate – so stable, supportive relationships are his favorite cup of tea

✧ Doesn’t believe in beating around the bush, so expect an A class Old School Gentleman, wine and dine — treat you like a queen — from the beginning

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Congrats to 500! Ypu really deserve it :3

May I request a brownie with Bishop and the love at first sight trope? I know they're corny, but my guilty pleasure-

Thank you love! Heres a slice of brownie for our lovely BIshop!

“Mind if I sit here?” inquired Bishop as he stood with his glass of Whiskey at your side. When you shook your head he took the stool next to you. Glancing at your glass he smiled and motioned for EZ to refill it. “I couldn’t help but notice you across the room. If I may say, you are the most exquisite woman I have ever laid eyes on” stated Bishop as he turned to face you.

“Thank you” you replied smiling sweetly as you took a sip of your fresh drink. “You are very handsome yourself”.

“Bishop” offered Bishop as he took your hand and planted a gentle kiss to it. “What is a lovely creature such as yourself doing in a place like this?”

“Came with a couple of friends. They are trying to cheer me up after my divorce” you replied as you nodded your head towards where your friends were standing with some other Mayans.

“Bad news for him and good news for me then” replied Bishop making you laugh.

“Is that so?” you inquired as you leaned forward a bit.

“It’s is Querida” replied Bishop as he gently kissed you.

A few years later

You were cooking dinner as Bishop sat helping your kids with their homework. “How long did it take you to love mommy?’ inquired your son.

“Oh, it was love at first sight for me. Never seen such beauty” replied Bishop as he glanced up at you blowing you a kiss.

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 29

Alright y'all. I'm back... ish. Hopefully I am hyperfixated enough to get this story finished.

I just got it back - please don't piss me off now by stealing my work. Reblog all you want (please) but please don't copy, translate, or repost my work. It pisses me off and I just don't have the spoons for it.

Hopefully there's still an audience for this. If not - I'm finishing it for me.

Warnings: 18+ y'all. Minors DNI. Cursing. Fluffy. Filler but necessary filler!

Hank woke early the next morning, but he refused to move. After getting cleaned up the night before, neither of them had bothered with pajamas. The door was still locked, so there was no reason to. He could feel all of Megan’s smooth skin against his and he reveled in it. Without the sling preventing her from it, she was back to sleeping with her head pillowed on his firm chest and half on top of him. He cradled her close and buried his face in her hair, breathing deeply. 

Megan snuggled closer and slid her top leg over his. He smiled softly and closed his eyes to doze a while longer. 

A little over an hour later, he woke again to Megan shifting, but this time he noticed that she let out a little whimper. He realized that letting her sleep on her bad side all night less than twenty-four hours out of the sling probably wasn’t the best idea. 

Carefully, he lifted her just enough to slide fully beneath her body so that her weight wasn’t on her bad shoulder anymore. Unfortunately, Megan woke before he could get her settled. “Shhh. Sorry, Princessa. I was just trying to get you off your arm.” He stroked and smoothed her hair against her back. “Go back to sleep. It’s still early.”

“Mmm. You’re warm,” Megan muttered as she nuzzled into him. 

He chuckled and ran his hands down her back to square her hips so she was straddling his broad torso comfortably. “So are you.” He couldn’t resist tracing his fingers over the dip of her waist. 

Megan relaxed into him and her warm breath washed over the skin of his chest. He tried to fight his natural reaction to the pleasurable sensation, but failed. 

Megan giggled as she felt him harden beneath her. She lifted her head and braced her chin with her good hand on his sternum. “Someone’s excited for the day.”

He couldn’t help but smirk a bit. “Can you blame me? The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen is laying on top of me.” He lifted his head to kiss her softly. “Good morning, mi reina. How do you feel this morning?”

Megan smiled back. “Good morning. I feel good. Sore from sleeping on my arm, but nothing that I can’t handle.”

Hank brushed a strand of hair from her face and cupped her cheek gently. “I didn’t hurt you last night, did I?” He watched her eyes carefully

She shook her head. “You didn’t hurt me.” She shifted up his body a bit to kiss him good morning properly. 

Hank wrapped his free arm around her back to deepen the kiss. “Good,” he said, holding her tightly.

Megan grinned cheekily. “Though we could always try again, just to be sure-”

Hank laughed and pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m all yours, mi amore.” He tucked his hands beneath his head and smiled. He could feel that she was getting excited. “What did you have in mind?”

Megan sat herself up so she was straddling his abs and caught her breath as she realized that every breath he took rubbed against her in this position. She shifted and whined at the pressure.

“You gonna tell me or should I guess?” he asked, tightening his abs just to watch her eyes close. “Did you have good dreams, mi amore? Is that why you’re already so wet for me?” He shifted to cup her hips in his palms and rocked her gently.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “Really good dreams.” She opened her eyes and braced her good hand on his shoulder as she picked up the rhythm he’d started.

“Yeah? What kind of dreams? Hmm? What got you so wet?” He slid his hand along her lower tummy to tease the top of her mound with light touches. “Was it my fingers?”

Megan whimpered, but shook her head.

“Hmmm. Not my fingers?” He grinned and tugged her further up his body until she had to catch herself on the headboard and her hips were perched on his upper chest. He slid his hands around to gently knead her ass. “Maybe it was my mouth then. Was it my tongue you were dreaming about, Princessa?” He dipped his head to blow warm air across her skin causing her to bite back a moan. “Was it?”

She stared down at him with lust blown eyes. “Yeah-”

He smiled. “Good girl. You gonna let me taste you again?” He nuzzled her inner thigh and placed gentle kisses against her skin.

Megan let out a quiet whine as his tongue tickled the skin of her thighs through his kisses. She slapped her good hand over her mouth to muffle it. “But Papa -”

Hank chuckled. “- is either still asleep or has his headphones on, mi amore. I promise.” He kept helping her rock herself against him. “Let me taste you. Just a little.”

Megan looked at the locked door nervously.

Hank waited her out patiently, stroking her skin and letting her make her own decisions. 

Megan looked down at his confident face as he softly kissed her thigh again before nodding. 

He grinned and shifted himself down a little. “Good girl.” He gently kissed her mound and watched her shiver in anticipation before he licked slowly up her slit. He felt her shiver again as he flicked his tongue over her clit. As he tasted her, he watched her face as much as he could. When she appeared to be struggling to keep herself quiet as she so obviously wanted to, Hank stopped. 

Megan let out a whine and bit down hard on her already swollen lip. 

“Easy, mi princessa…” He guided her down until he could flip them. Once she was under him again, he nudged her nose with his. “Breathe, mi amore. You worried he’ll hear?”

Megan took a shaky breath in and nodded, staring up at him conflicted. She so obviously wanted this, but she also didn’t want her father to hear her enjoying Hank’s attention.

He smiled and kissed her softly. When he pulled back, she’d settled down a bit. “There’s my girl.” He stroked her cheek gently with his thumb. “Do you want to stop? Or do you want to be kept quiet?” he asked, watching her face as she made her decision. He wanted to be sure it was really HER decision.

He watched her glance down at how hard he was, and nudged her chin up again until he had eye contact. “Nuh uh. Not about me right now. What do you want?”

She swallowed nervously. “I don’t want to stop…”

“But…?” He cupped her face in his hand. “What is it, Princessa?”

Megan swallowed nervously. “I may not react well to being kept quiet…” she whispered. 

Hank nodded and pressed kisses to her cheeks and nose. “I figured. How’d he do it? Covering your mouth?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes my mouth and nose.” She closed her eyes, her breathing shaky.

Hank rolled them again until she was back to being cradled in his arms and shielded by the bulk of his body. “Good girl. Breathe for me…” He felt her following his breathing patterns to calm herself and took deep breaths. “You’re okay, mi reina. I’m here.”

Megan tucked herself tight against him and nodded. “Sorry.”

“For what? For telling me or for needing to stop?”

“Both.”

Hank squeezed her gently against his chest. “I’m not.”

“Not what?”

“Sorry that you told me or that we needed to stop.” He kissed her head and rocked gently. “I like when you’re honest with me about these things. As much as I want you - all the damn time - if it’s not something you’re comfortable with, it shouldn’t happen. I don’t care how far into it we are.”

“But you -”

“No. There is no ‘but’ in that. If you aren’t comfortable - it should happen, mi reina. And I never want you to feel like you can’t stop me.” He kissed her forehead and felt her relax into his embrace. After a few minutes, he grinned. “Though after the damn prospect fixes the tunnel ladder, I’m putting him on a soundproofing project.”

Megan giggled and kissed the skin of his chest. 

He squeezed her tightly into a hug. “How about we take a real shower and then go find some breakfast, hmm?”

“Sounds perfect.”

After a long, hot shower, Hank left Megan to get dressed and ready for the day as he slipped out to the kitchen in his jeans and a black wife-beater. 

Taza sat at the table sipping coffee and reading a book. When he saw Hank, he quickly bookmarked his place and reached to pull his ear buds out. “Morning. You’re up a lot earlier than I expected.”

Hank grinned and went to pour his own coffee, scratching Rex behind the ears where he rested in his dog bed on the way. “Hard habit to break, I guess. Besides… you’re home.”

Taza raised his eyebrows and gestured at his headphones. “So?”

“So - her papa being able to hear embarasses her.” Hank grinned as Taza choked on his coffee. “We gotta soundproof shit.”

That made Taza laugh. “Definitely. Not something I’d thought of.” He cleaned up the mess of spilled coffee and sat back in his chair. “But last night went alright? Why the change of plans? I thought you were taking her dancing until the prospect showed up looking for shit.”

Hank sighed. “I was. Our dinner got interrupted.” 

“By what?”

“Miguel Galindo,” Megan said as she came into the room with a towel around her shoulders to catch the drips from her hair. “G’mornin’ Papa.”

“Morning, Chica. What did Galind want? And why did it affect dancing?” Taza asked as he got up to fix Megan a cup of coffee. 

Megan shrugged and looked down at her bare feet, but Hank answered. “He claimed to be checking in on Megan because her sling was off. Said he wanted to be friendly with her. She told him that friendship requires trust and he doesn’t have that from her. He tried to make her ‘allow’ him to earn trust through gifts and shit.” He reached a hand out to guide Megan to sit on his knee. He kissed her good knuckles to calm her. “He got pretty insistent. I finally told him that he needed to go through proper channels if he wants to meet with our Armorer. He said that he might do that. Said he’d have her as liaison.”

Taza sat Megan’s coffee in front of her and kissed her damp hair before resuming his spot at the table. “Rich bastard can request all he wants. Doesn’t mean shit. Liaisons are a club decision.” He looked at Megan with a smile. “I can see how that would shake up your night, Chica. Glad that you knew yourself and came home.”

“Oh, I was shaken, but I wanted to go dancing with Hank. We just couldn’t,” Megan said, sipping her coffee and resting comfortably against her man’s wide chest.

“Galindo must have heard where we were headed because he sent his lap dog ahead to the club.  Megan clocked him outside talking to the bouncer. Either Galindo was inside waiting to corner her again, or he’d paid off the doorman to keep us from getting in,” Hank explained, stroking Megan’s back through her damp t-shirt. “Megan decided it wasn’t worth a fight, so we went to get snacks while I had the prospect set up Plan B.”

Taza growled loud enough that Rex sat up to look around. “Alright. So the smarmy bastard is trying to throw his weight around? So can we.” He picked up his cell phone from where it sat beside him. “Don’t worry your pretty head, Chica. Your tíos and I will handle Galindo.”

Hank kissed Megan’s temple. “What’s the plan today?”

Taza finished typing out a message and put down his phone. “No real plans. Thought we might hang out here a bit. Maybe see how barn sour the hay burners are.”

Megan perked up immensely. 

“Just in the round ring, Princessa. You still have a broken wrist -” Taza pointed out.

“And just because you were cleared to remove your sling - doesn’t magically make you better, mi reina. You still need to rest it. Not push,” Hank chimed in.

Megan looked disappointed for a moment, but perked up. “But I can still ride as long as I take it easy?” she asked her father.

Taza stood to get more coffee. “Chica - you are a grown ass woman who has had more injuries than I care to think about. If you think you can ride - gently - I’m not going to stop you.”

Megan smiled widely at him. 

“However - you do need to eat first. What do you feel like for breakfast?” Taza asked, looking in the fridge. 

Megan scooted off Hank’s lap and headed towards the kitchen “I got it, Papa. I’ll make breakfast-”

Hank looked at the coffee cup that she hadn’t even had a chance to sip from yet and sighed. “Princessa, why don’t you come drink some coffee and let your papa and I make breakfast for once.”

Megan laughed a little and came to collect her cup. “Because I want biscuits this morning.” 

Taza laughed too. “Alright, Chica. Make your biscuits. You want bacon or sausage?” He asked as he rooted around in the fridge. 

Megan gathered her ingredients as well as preheated the oven. “Sausage please, Papa. I’ll make some gravy after you’re done frying it.”

Hank chuckled and stood to press a kiss to her hair. “Alright, mi amore. While you two make breakfast, I’ll finish getting dressed and check in with Mama.”

“Tell her hello from me?” Megan asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

“Of course, mi reina.” He pecked a kiss to her lips and went to the bedroom to finish dressing for a day on the ranch.

Taza started the sausage and eggs while Megan made biscuits and put them in the oven. While she was combining her ingredients, he turned on the kitchen radio. 

When she slid the baking pan into the oven, he smiled. “So - did you have a good time last night, Chica? I mean before the cabrón interrupted your night?” He flipped the sausage and leaned back against the counter next to the stove.

Megan grinned and cleaned up the flour from where she cut the biscuits out. “I did. Tía Diana helped me pick out my dress. Hank got me flowers too. They’re on my dresser. They smell so good! And a pearl bracelet to match grandmother’s necklace and my earrings.”

Taza nodded. “Good. He did it right, then. Where’d he take you?”

Megan washed her hands. “This place that didn’t even have menus. He said it’s where he takes Mama for special occasions.”

Taza sipped his coffee. “Yeah. What did they have last night? They have a really good pasta some nights that’s my favorite.”

“Steak last night, but I think the brownie was my favorite part - even if we didn’t get it until after Galindo showed up.”

Taza pulled the sausage and eggs off the heat and transferred them to plates before Megan took the cast iron pan that he’d cooked the sausage in to make gravy. 

“Yeah. Hank said he was a pushy fucker. You alright after that?”

Megan added some flour to the hot grease and started her roux. “Can you grab the milk for me, Papa?”

He grabbed her the milk and watched her stir it in to make the gravy she wanted as he waited for her answer. 

Megan thought for a minute. “I froze a little. That rich bastard makes me anxious. But I didn’t have a full panic attack.” She removed the gravy from the heat just as Rex came in from the back dog door. 

Taza took the heavy pan to the table as she dropped down to love on the giant dog. “Well, that’s good. We’ll talk to your tíos about the best way to keep him away from you in the future. I don’t want him involving you in our business. I don’t want you to have anything more tying you to the cartel. As far as anyone knows - we gave you a kutte so that we’d have the excuse to keep you around as a mascot.” He smiled down at her and leaned back on the sturdy wooden table. “Rules haven’t changed, Princessa.”

Megan nodded as she sat on the floor in front of the sink so that Rex could overfill her lap. “Yes sir. Cute and clueless.”

He chuckled. “Right, but that’s just for legalities. He knows you’re capable and not knowing how capable is driving him crazy. He’ll make the wrong move - if he hasn’t already.”

Megan smiled and stood to wash her hands again before gathering the plates. “As long as I’m not left alone with him, it should be fine, Papa. I can handle a pushy man.”

“You can - but Hank’s temper can’t,” Taza said with a laugh. “If he doesn’t punch him at the next meeting, we’ll count it as a win, huh?”

That made her giggle. 

Hank rejoined them to eat and filled Megan in on all that Mama had to say on his phone call. He’d managed to add a flannel shirt and socks as well as fixing his hair while giving Megan and Taza space to talk.

After breakfast, Megan scampered off to the bedroom with Rex on her heels to finish getting dressed as well. She had already put on her bootcut jeans that morning, but she swapped out her damp t-shirt for a dry one and pulled on a flannel and her boot socks. 

Taza knocked on the door as she was putting on her belt. “Need your hair up today, Chica. How do you want it?”

“I’m going to wear my hat, so can I have my warrior braids please, Papa?”

“Of course, Sweet Chica.” He joined her in the room and waited for her to take a seat at her vanity before he quickly braided her still damp hair into twin braids. He attached the feather braid weights to the ends and smiled. “We need to see about getting you a hat band and belt buckle from the Rez next time we visit. Adam’s daughter makes beaded hat bands. We could get one from her.”

Megan smiled in the mirror. “I’d like that. Maybe a turquoise one.”

Taza tugged her braid affectionately. “And maybe some more braid weights so you have options.”

She laughed and stood adjusting her soft cast. “You and Tío Bishop - always insistent that I need options.”

“Of course, Princessa. Boots and hat - I’ll go see if I can talk Hank into borrowing a pair of my boots. His have too much grip if Trucker gets a wild hair up his ass.” He kissed her hair and winked at her in the mirror before exiting the room.

Megan took her time sliding into her black cowboy boots and grabbed her hat as well before calling to her faithful shadow. “C’mon Rex! Let’s go play in the barn!”

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Going to the pumpkin patch with Tranq would include…

A/N: This lovely autumnal HC was requested by the sweet @plentyoffandoms Word count: ~390

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Something to Live For

Summary: You get kidnapped by Derek Keyes.

Warnings: torture (not too descriptive), death (of course), use of (y/n), i'm not sure what else 🤣

Word count: 3386

Fandom: Chicago P.D

Pairing: Hank Voight x Reader

Erin was your best friend, to see her spiralling like this… it hurt you. It made you feel weak and powerless. It was like she didn’t care anymore. Like she’d do anything to numb the pain. She was slipping further out of reach, and you’d tried everything—talks, interventions, late-night phone calls that ended in empty promises. But now, it was different. This time, her pain had built walls so high you couldn’t climb them.

You were losing her in the worst way possible. She was physically alive, but it was as though everything that made her who she was had died. Ever since she turned in her badge, you had been partnered with Jay. You loved Jay, he was like a brother to you. A really annoying one. But the both of you had lost the same person. The only person who was as heartbroken as you two was Hank. Everyone in intelligence missed Erin, but it hit you three the most.

Your boss.

In a way, it was like he lost a daughter. A daughter who decided that she wanted to let herself fall into the hole rather than accept the help to climb out.

You’re supposed to leave your outside life at the door when you come in, but it’s hard when her empty desk is literally staring you in the face. Nevertheless, you tried. As hard as you could. You had to. Your mind had to be 100% on the case. If you didn’t then someone could get hurt.

 You had to be fully focused if you were going to take down Derek Keyes. A ruthless drug kingpin that you want to take down. That objective gets set into motion when his little brother, Benji, agrees to take you to him. You.

He would only go with you. Despite everyone else’s protests, you agreed.

“Come on, guys, you don’t trust me?” you asked, moving your eyes across each face of the team. Your eyes lingering a little longer on one face in particular. One that ushered you into his office moments after.

“You sure you wanna be the one going in?” Hank asked, his eyes looked straight into yours, as though he was trying to tell you something, but you couldn’t tell what it was.

You scoffed, looking away from him, “How long is it going to take for you guys to trust me?” Sure, you’d only been there for seven months, but surely, you’ve proven yourself enough times now.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,”

“Then what is it?”

It was on the tip of his tongue. Why couldn’t he say it? Did he not want to? Yes, he wanted to, but you might not want him. You would leave, he’d never see you again. All these things and more swirled through his head, reasons why he hasn’t told you how he feels for you.

He soon comes to regret not telling you when he sees Derek raise his gun at you and his brother.

“Whoa, so what man, you gonna shoot me?” you asked, looking between the gun and him. Before you could even process what happened, a body dropped to the floor beside you. You looked down, it was Benji. You internally started to panic. If this asshole shot his brother without blinking an eye, he’d have no problem disposing of you.

Technically, you had no backup. You were further from them than you’d thought you’d be. You were alone. But you were stubborn as hell, so you weren’t going to go down without a fight. Without thinking twice, you shifted, letting your elbow fly back and connect sharply with the nose of the nearest guy, making him stumble back and bring a hand to his nose.

Your fist connects with the guy to your left, and you land a few quick, brutal punches to his ribs. You thought maybe, just maybe, you could fight your way out, but what you didn’t know was that one of them had pulled out a stick taser. You soon found out when it was rammed between your ribs.

But then, a sharp, searing pain explodes in your side. One of them had pulled out a stick taser, and you feel the shock slam into your ribs, sending jolts through every nerve in your body. Just like that, your legs buckle beneath you as you fall hard to the ground. It's like thousands of needles piercing your skin all at once. All muscles are stuck together. Dancing against your will.

As you lay there, you hoped they’d get to you but as they grabbed you from the floor and dragged you towards the car, you knew that there was little chance they would. But what also alarmed you is why they hadn’t just shot you on the spot. It’s what you’d prefer if you were being honest.

-

As you predicted, you were long gone by the time the team arrived in the hanger. As you struggle to stay awake, one thing kept clutching to your mind. Well someone…

You realize now that you may not get the chance to tell him what you truly feel. you’ve wanted to tell him for so long, but there was always this voice in my mind that stopped me.

‘he doesn’t like you’

‘how could he?’

‘You’d have to leave’

‘You’d have to leave your friends… your family’

Those were just a few things that voice told you. You believed every single one of them. Of course you did. Hank Voight was quite possibly the sexiest guy you’d ever met, and you were supposed to believe you stood a chance? You? The rookie of Intelligence? Yeah right.

But you didn’t see him. You didn’t see the panic in his eyes when he got there and saw you weren’t there. The frustrated yell that came from him. The pacing back and forth. You weren’t there to see how much you meant to him.

-

The team were frantic, doing anything and everything to find you. Hank still hadn’t stopped pacing. He still was when Trudy come up to tell him that he had a visitor who insisted he talk to him. It was just a kid. A kid Derek had used as a courier to deliver something to Hank. What? A DVD of you… being tortured.

When the image first appeared, they couldn’t believe what they saw. They saw you. Dangling from the ceiling, your wrists bound. Your feet had long given up, both were now folded at your ankles. The only thing keeping you up was your wrists. Your shirt unbuttoned so the team could see exactly what they had done to you. A wound on your stomach that had formed due to the repeated trauma caused by the taser. Subtle bruises beginning to form from where they had hit you. Sometimes with their hands, others with wrench or some other tool.

They had repeatedly asked you for something. You had no idea what it was, you were in too much pain to process any words. But what you did know, was that no matter the question, you were going to answer with something random. Something completely bullshit.

At the beginning of the video, they asked the question again, to which you replied, “Pineapple doesn’t belong on a pizza” that earned a few more punches and another jab of the taser. They asked again but they are met with yet another random answer, "Why do we park in driveways and drive on parkways?"

And so the torture continues. Kevin and Adam pull their gazes away from the screen, not being able to you like that. Kevin sneaks little peeks, to see if you were still breathing. Antonio’s head drops toward the desk, he too not being able to see you in pain. Hank and Alvin’s eyes never left the screen. The pain in Hank’s eyes grew more and more obvious, but for now it went unnoticed.

The phone that accompanied the disc started to ring. Hank picked it up, staring at it in his hand for a moment before he answers.

“Voight”

"I’m pretty sure my toaster is plotting against me." He heard you say in the background, followed by a few more punches.

“You’re girl is tough,” the voice on the other side spoke, “She won't talk. Nothing of use to me anyway. You should be proud,”

“What do you want?”

“I want all of Intelligence's CI files in exchange for your detective. Bring the CI files to the corner of 39th and California. Send a lone female officer. No cameras, no wires, no weapons. Just a girl with a file box. You'll make this drop tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. in the morning, or Detective (y/l/n) winds up fertilizer in some cornfield in Indiana. We understand each other, Sergeant?”

Hank didn’t sleep that night, he sat in his office all night after a visit to the prison. He sat there, staring at your desk which he had the perfect view to. Remembering all the times he’d looked at you whilst you were working. Remembering how you bit your lip when you were in deep concentration. Whenever you do that, it pushes away any other thought in his mind, leaving only the thought of how he wanted to be the one who bites that lip. He didn’t know that you’d gladly let him.

The next morning, the fake files were ready. Now all they needed was a female officer just like Derek had requested.

“Okay, call Burgess. Tell her to come in,” Hank said, turning to look at Adam.

Adam’s eyebrows scrunched up slightly, “What for?”

“Keyes requested a female officer deliver the files,” Hank replied simply.

Adam looked around him, then shook his head, “No, you find somebody else.”

Hank stepped forward, closing the distance, “You got a funny way of saying, ‘Yes, sir,’” he shot back.

Adam stood his ground, no matter how close Voight got to him, “There is no way I'm losing a partner and my fiancée on the same day...”

“I said, get Burgess.” Hank repeated, getting dangerously close to him.

Antonio rounded the desk and stood between the two men, “Hey, I'll pull up Rivera from patrol.”

“I'll do it.” Erin’s voice cut through the three of them.

Hank looked at her and then Antonio, “Get her out of here,” he ordered before he walked away.

She followed after him, “Hank...”

“You gave your star back,” he reminded her, stopping to look at her just outside his open office door, “Or don't you remember?”

“Can we talk?” she asked,

Hank walked up to her, “You know, you made it clear which direction you want to go in, which is down. I've accepted that. Now get out,” he said gesturing towards the exit.

“This isn't about me. This is about getting (Y/N) back,” she stated “This guy wants a female courier. You and I both know it should be me,”

“I keep thinking... I mean, I keep... I keep thinking... This never would have happened if I had another pair of eyes at Midway, your eyes. Then I'm not watching (Y/N) being tortured like an animal,” that’s when the team finally see it. The pain and the worry in his eyes. The aura around him that told the others to tread carefully around him or he might fly off the handle. It was you. He’d called you by your first name. Something he was very careful not to do, at least in front of the others.

“I'm asking you. Let me make this right. I will do the drop.”

--

You’re startled awake by the sudden opening of the door and footsteps. You looked up to see one of them coming towards you, “Ugh what do you want now?”

“Get up,” he barked, yanking you up by your forearm.

“What a gentleman,” you remarked with a roll of your eyes.

The walk felt long, even though it was probably only about 30 seconds, but your legs felt like you’d been walking for days. Before you can focus too much on the pain, you’re thrown onto a couch, with a woman sitting beside you. You look up, trying to focus your eyes. It wasn’t until she spoke that you knew who it was.

“My god, (y/n),” she said, brushing the hair away from your eyes.

Your eyebrows screw up, it can’t be, “Erin?” you asked, you must be dreaming, or hallucinating. It wasn’t really her.

“Yeah, I’m here,” she replied. You smiled at her, but still you weren’t too convinced. Is she real?, “come on,” she said as she went to pick you up.

“Sit down,” a voice from behind her said. You heard the click of a gun, “You ain’t going nowhere until these files check out,” He left and you turned your head to look at Erin.

“How are you here?” you asked through gritted teeth as a jolt of pain went through you. You could feel tears pricking at your eyes but you didn’t want to cry but pretty soon you weren’t going to have any control over it.

“Alvin called me,” she replied, pulling you into her side, her hand gently caressing the sweat stained skin of your arm, “Said you were in trouble,”

“you...” you paused, words getting trapped inside your throat, “you came back for me?”

“of course I did,” she said, pressing a kiss to your hair, “you’re my best friend,”

You smiled at her, a smile that didn’t last long because the guy came back saying the files were fake and before you knew it you and Erin were fighting. Fighting for your life. Its hard. You barely have any strength. You were in immense pain but you weren’t about to let her be alone like you were. You punch and punch and punch until the guy below you doesn’t fight back any more. You look up to see Derek has a gun pointed at Erin. She has her hands up in surrender.

Hell no were you going to allow this. You reached down, grabbing the gun from the man you had taken out.

“Good night” he said as his finger touched the trigger.

The sound of a gunshot echoes around the room. Erin screw her waiting for the bullet that never came. One by one, she opened her eyes to find Derek on the floor with a wound on his head. She looked down at you. The gun was still in your shaking hands. She knelt down beside you, unwrapping your hands from the gun and gently placed it on the floor.

It was then the dam finally broke and the tears you had kept pent up for however long you were here. You had no idea how long it had been. You cry and cry until eventually your eyelids grow so heavy, you can’t keep your eyes open anymore.

Erin holds you, her arms wrapped around you, your head resting on her shoulder. All up until she heard it. The gravelly voice yelling CHICAGO PD

She got up and headed towards the door. She opened it and is met with the sight of the team. They all looked at her, fearing the worst when they see her covered in blood.

“She needs an ambulance”

Hank shoots past her and into the room. His eyes darting everywhere until he saw you, on the floor. He decided that he didn’t want to wait for the ambulance. He picked you up and rushed out the room.

“Come on, we got to get her to hospital,” he said charging past the team, both Erin and Alvin follow closely behind, whilst the others clean up and take the other minions to the station.

-

Beep… beep…beep

What the fuck is that?

Beep… beep…beep

Will you cut that shit out?

Beep… beep…beep

Stop it!

The noise continued and it was starting to drive you insane, that was until you felt a hand sneak underneath yours, gently clasping around it. Who is that?

“She gonna be alright?” a voice from beside you asked. Where the hand was.

Wait… you know that voice. You should, you think about it all the time.

Hank?

“She’s going to pull through,” another voice replied.

You try to look around but all you can see is darkness. Where am I? Were you not still in the Kingpin’s hideout? No stupid, Erin was there. But was that real or a dream? Is this real or just a dream. Were you just so much in pain that your mind had totally checked out of reality?

You feel the thumb caress the back of your hand. You knew that voice but seriously… was this actually happening?

“I’ll be back to check on her in a little while,” Will said as he left you and Hank alone.

Another set of footsteps came towards you. Your immediate thought was to panic. But you didn’t when you heard another familiar voice.

“You really care about her, don’t you?”

Alvin

Hank didn’t answer. He just continued his gentle movements of his thumb.

“Well good for you,” Alvin replied to his silent answer with a little laugh, “You going to tell her?”

“No”

A look of confusion crossed his face, “What? Why?”

“Maybe because she’s 20 years younger than me, because there’s no way in hell she’d feel the same way for me,” Hank listed, the pain, hurt of him knowing he could never have what he wanted, who he loved evident in his voice.

“Do you love her?”

Hank kept opening and closing his mouth, he wanted to straight up deny that he loved you. But he couldn’t. His heart wouldn’t let him.

“You do,” Alvin admitted for him.

That was enough to wake you up, “You do?” both heads snap towards you, surprise on both their faces.

“Do what?” Hank asked, a little forced laugh escaping his lips.

“Love me?”

Again, Hank wanted to deny it, but you looking at him, awaiting his answer, he just couldn't.

“yes”

Alvin quietly slipped out of the room, a small knowing smirk on his lips.

“really?”

“yeah, really,”

You smile, turning slightly on your side, wincing at the pain that shot through your body but you continued anyway, despite Hank’s protests.

“How long?” you asked, Hank shook his head. He was unable to know exactly when he fell for you, having told himself that he wasn’t in love with you so many times. But also, a part of him still wanted to back away. To protect himself from hurt, “First time we did an interrogation together,” you added.

Hank’s eyebrows shot up, a silent question of “huh?”

“When I fell for you, was the first time I saw you in interrogation,” you replied, contradicting everything that was swimming around in Hank’s mind.

“Y-you? You love me?” he asked, you nodded shyly, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink, “But I’m-“

“-Incredibly hot and sexy?” you cut him off, “Yes I know,” you added, bringing your hand up to stroke his cheek.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” you whispered, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“That makes two of us.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “When I saw you weren’t there, everything else just...stopped.” There was a vulnerability in his eyes you hadn’t seen before, as if he were afraid to let you know how much he’d cared. “I kept thinking about...all the things I never told you,” he murmured, He gave a half-smile, watching his thumb dance across your skin, “I’m not exactly the easiest guy to get close to, huh?”

You managed a small laugh, feeling your eyes sting with tears. “Guess that makes two of us,” you whispered back.

His hand tightened over yours, “Then let’s change that,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “No more waiting. No more ifs or buts,”

He leaned in, slowly, giving you enough time to react, to say no. But like hell you would. You moved in as close as your body would let you. After what felt like forever, your lips finally meet in the softest, sweetest kiss, something you wouldn’t have expected from him.

But of course, that was only the beginning. He has more in store for you when you are back to 100%

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friends? no.

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HANK ‘TRANQ’ LOZA.

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❝ request by @queenbeered: Dear Aurora, you gorgeous, amazing queen. I absolutely love your prompts list, so many fun ideas and I can't wait to see what you come up with. Can I please request number one on your smut list with Hank? Need some big guy in my life. 😘😘😘

❝ prompt: “Friends? No, I don’t think so. Friends don’t know the way you taste”.

❝ words: about 1.2k.

❝ warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, mention of bodily fluids, language.

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“Friends?”

Tranq hasn't given you a chance to welcome him when his question has been launched as soon as you've opened the front door of your house. He has a shoulder rested against the frame, frowning. His chest falls and rises a little bit furious, breathing through his nostrils as he glances at you. Needing a couple of seconds to figure out what he is talking about, you tilt your head like a confused dog, sticking out the spoon stained with ice cream from your mouth.

“You told Mariela we are friends?”

“Oh, oh… oh”. Now you get it. “Aren't we?”

“Friends? No, I don’t think so. Friends don’t know the way you taste”.

Hank comes in without needing an invitation, grabbing the spoon to throw it somewhere and kicking the door close. He's angry. He's going to put it on you and you aren't going to complain. Briefly squatting, he places his huge and strong hands around the back of your thighs, to push you onto his body. Tranq collides his lips on yours, invading your mouth with his playful and keen tongue, drinking a raspy gasp that borns in your throat.

Yes, you told that girl that you were only friends because you weren't anything else than relief for each other in the small hours. You've been in love with him ever since —I mean, how couldn't you? You let him enter your life, you helped him whenever he needed it, but you weren't expecting him to have the same sentiments. Apparently, you have been wrong the whole time.

The Mexican sits on your sofa keeping you on your lap, as his hands squeeze your ass with so much desire contained about to show you what's the real thing between the two of you. “Stopped being friends the first time you moaned my name, sweetheart”.

Hank is so hard under the rough fabric of his jeans that the friction is causing your brain to collapse. He is forcing you to swing your hips, needing to hear those sweets noises you can't control anytime he gives you all his attention. Commonly, he's the lovable man on earth. He worships you —your body—, he takes his time, he pushes your limits with so much tenderness that you can't live without him anymore. But your insecurities have killed you anytime you've compared yourself with Mariela. An exuberant woman with charisma and power beaming. How could you compete against her?

The metallic noise his belt being undone provokes brings you back to reality. The sweetest melody on earth. Pulling yourself away with a lack of oxygen more than evident, you stand up on your bare feet to strip yourself. It doesn't take you too long, at all times under his lustful dark gaze, watching you toss your t-shirt somewhere and pull your panties down by your thighs. Tranq only rolls his jeans and boxers to his ankles; he knows about that kink you have of being fully naked for him while he's still on that leather kutte you love.

“Com'ere”. He demands whilst pumping himself with his right hand, using the left to grab your wrist and push you on top of him.

You can't help but giggle in a low tone, cutting off your laughs with an unexpected deep thrust. He has pressed your body down, practically impaling you with all his length. And he is big. He's too big. You normally need a couple of seconds to adjust your walls to his hard dick, but this time Hank is mad, very mad at you. The bitter sensation he has been carrying the whole day from one side to another because you said you are only friends, has made him feel angrier as the time has passed by till meeting you again.

He doesn't let you breathe. He doesn't let you mold your soaked pussy to his thickness. He forces you to swing your hips back and forth, dancing and bouncing over his cock. His huge fingers are nailed in your skin as he has reclined his back on the sofa, having a better view of your breasts jumping slightly with every move. Tranq loves every inch of your body, but these two are his favorite part. He could spend hours sleeping on them —or sucking, biting, licking, playing with them.

As his chest falls and rises breathless, his grunts fill your living room creating a filthy song with your moan and your pleas. Putting your hands on both sides of his neck, leaning forward a little, you devour his lips as the pace becomes faster and deeper. There's no man who can make you feel this good, this fill, this satisfied. There's no man who can give you the pleasure Tranq gives you. You both know it. And there's no man who can treat you better than him —with so much carelessness, love and adoration.

You know you won't last for too long as every pound is well-aimed to your g-spot, making you cry out his name whenever he forces you to go more downward. He knows exactly what he's doing. Giving you a lesson. Making you desire him more and more, so you won't dare again in your life to say that you're only friends.

And before you can react, Tranq has turned your bodies in such a master move, pinning your back to the sofa without pulling himself out from you. Now, he's between your legs, buried deep inside you as much as he can. A hand pulling your hair, five fingers gripping your throat, a tongue invading your mouth and his twitching huge cock splitting your tight cunt in two. Your eyes are rolled to the back of your head, while Tranq continues drinking your begs asking for more, and more, and more.

You're closer than you think of cumming, not needing anything else in life right now. And as his pushes become rougher, hitting your guts with no mercy, you let yourself go with a loud and pleased whining.

“Shit… that's it, preciosa… cream my dick… c'mon”. Hank grunts onto your ear, not stopping until he can release his own seed straight to your soul.

You feel filled by a warm sensation, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him down; inside you, deeper. That's the best sensation after a quickly with him. Spend some more seconds with Tranq balls-buried into you, with all his weight over your body as he tries to catch back his breathing. Then, the soft mood comes back. He's not annoyed anymore, although he's still not understanding why you said what you said. Hank spreads sloppy kisses all around your face, tiredly stroking the sides of your thighs while he goes just a little more deeper causing you to moan against his neck.

“You feel it, ah?” He whispers huskily, caressing your ear with the tip of his nose. “This dick is only yours… Can you feel it, mi amor?”

You nod your head exhausted, tightening the grip around his waist. You want him closer. You want to melt your bodies into the same anatomy. You need him all the time; physical and psychologically. It's something that you can't explain, but you can't get rid of either.

“Good… Don't make me explain it twice”.

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Gentle Giant

Hank Loza x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello my loves! I finally got some inspiration we’ll see if this lasts, but yes I am alive I’ve just been so busy since the last time I posted! I got two jobs and I’m back at school and it feels good to be busy but sad that I can’t find the inspiration to write but I’m trying. To anyone who has sent me a request I have them I think about them day and night I just gotta find the time to write them. Thanks for the support.

Prompt:  I was thinking (if you can, if not you can tweak it a bit) a nsfw situation during a club house party with reader and Hank. Hank gets a little handsy and bam… I’ve been in a puddle of Hank feels lately

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Thanks again @emarie98​ for the prompt!

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Hank “ Tranq” Losa and his wife Alicia . 18+ smut , exhaustion , minor illness , things married people do cuddling, caretaking, sleep. 714 words

“ Baby when was the last time you got any solid sleep?” You said as you gently rubbed his back while the two of you were sprawled on the couch together.

“ I don’t know.” He replied.

“ This can’t be good for you physically or mentally Hank. You can’t give the club what it needs if you drop over from exhaustion .”

He yawned for a moment. “ I guess I could maybe take a nap here with you. It’s cold out and also my day off today anyway.”

You smiled and tucked the black fleece blanket with gray stripes around him more . “ There you go a nap will be good for you.” You felt his hands hold you around the hips . He liked you close when he was stressed. You ran your fingers gently over his jawline and watched his eyes close . “ Sleep mi rey.” You just held him in your arms while your legs were entwined together . Then you heard your phone chirp from the corner table and you carefully picked it up with one hand and managed to check the text message .

📱 From : Lady Presidente. “ Hey Alicia just checking in. Heard Hank didn’t look so good coming back from the run , text me if you need anything girl.”

📱 From : Tranq’s Wife : “ He’s exhausted mostly , sleeping right now. I slipped him some sleepytime bear tea when he got in a few hours ago. I’m staying close but if I need anything I will do that .”

📱 From : Lady Presidente “ All right sounds good, I’m making a double batch of lasagna right now so I’ll bring a pan over, I know Hank has a soft spot for it.”

📱 From : Tranq’s Wife. : “ That would be amazing, he needs some comfort food , he’s down some weight from all this club shit.”

You finished the text conversation and then went back to holding your husband.

You looked at the simple silver band on your wedding ring finger with the garnet in the middle. You loved it because Hank had picked it out when he had asked you to marry him. Sometimes he asked if you wanted an actual engagement ring to go with it and you loved this just as it is. You had his initial tattooed on the base of your left wrist on an infinity symbol with the date you had grown married in Arizona at his cousins place.

You had a big reception at the club when you both got back to town and the guys had fixed up this house for you to have a family in. Right now that meant your older German Shepherd Paco but you hadn’t ruled out human babies.

Hank was a teddy bear underneath the kutte denim and tattoos. His bad ass reputation was just for the street and was left at the door when he got home.

You felt Hank stir a little while later and then heard a cough . He cleared his throat and said �� Thought you were asleep querida.”

“ I was for a little while listening to your heartbeat . I think it’s a good thing that I got extra cold things the last time I made a pharmacy run. Something tells me you’re going to need them husband .”

“ One cough and you go all mother hen on me dulce.”

“ I married your ass and with that comes be being able to worry when and if I want to anytime Hank Carlos Loza. Alicia is bringing over a pan of lasagna later for you and then after you eat your ass is going to bed with NyQuil.”

“ That shit knocks me out .” His arms folded on his chest.

“ You need it my love , don’t argue or I will tell Bishop your ass is staying at home for a week from the scrap yard.”

“ Fine.”

You knew he wasn’t happy but he needed to rest. When you married or loved one Mayan god help you sometimes it included the whole damn club. And the, men were still babies when they were stressed or sick. You might need to have the girls save you with some wine because this was not going to be a fun few days.

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Title: Cookout Request

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Bishop was throwing a barbecue and you were in charge of the sides. You made potato salad, bake beans, slaw and got a few bags of chips.

You arrived at his house struggling to get everything in and there seemed like no one was around. Great, you thought to yourself as you tried opening the front door luckily someone was coming out. It was Hank.

"Oh shit, you should've yelled or shot a gun then someone might have heard you". Hank took some of the dishes from your arms making you laugh.

"It's okay, I might have managed getting them inside but thank you". You smiled at him as you passed him, he let you go in the house first closing the door with his foot.

"So where is everyone"? You asked looking around the empty house.

"Bishop had something to do for the club and the others are running late as usual". He explained sitting the dishes on the counter.

"Right, so you in charge of the grill"?

"I guess". He shrugged his shoulders.

"Then fire that thing up, we'll eat with out them cause I'm not eating cold food. You set a time for a cook out then you should be here on time". You went threw the refrigerator and found the burgers, ribs, chicken and sausages handing them to Hank.

"Yes, ma'am". He exited the house threw the back door, starting up the grill.

You put the food that needed to be refrigerated in the refrigerator until the grill was ready and the food was done.

Thirty minutes later the back yard smelt like meat, delicious savory meat.

"That smells so good. You definitely know what you're doing. If Bishop was here the food would have been burnt by now". You giggled as Hank chuckled.

"I like to grill. It's like a hobby of mine".

"You know what they say right? The best way to a girls heart is to their stomachs".

"I thought that was just for guys"?

"Not if you found a girl that likes to eat and you can cook. That's a match made in heaven".

"Then this must be heaven then". Hank sighed closing his eyes hoping you didn't hear him correctly.

"Must be". You said with a smirk, running your hand down his back sweetly.

"Bishop would kill me".

"What I do is my business not his so he doesn't have to know unless we want to tell him". You got close to Hanks face, your lips grazed his. Feeling your breath on his lips made him sweat. He always found you attractive but you were off limits since you were Bishop's sister but you didn't care.

"Would you want to go on a date with me sometime"? Hank said seriously.

"I would love to". You pecked his lips quickly as you heard voices coming from the kitchen and pulled away.

"Y/N, you're here"? Bishop opened his arms for a hug.

"Yeah, the only one on time". You rolled your eyes as you hugged him.

"Sorry had business to attend to. But you had Hanks, he kept you company right"? Bishop completely clueless which was good.

"Oh yeah, Hanks great company. He's a great guy to be around unlike some others I know". You yelled over your shoulder as the others came chatting threw the kitchen out to the back yard.

"Sorry got held up". They all said.

You shook your head with a laugh as you looked upon Hank who was gazing at you with a smile. Picturing the perfect date with you.

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Feeling Safe : part one . Hank Loza and Reader

18 +. some smut , domestic fluff and whatever else enters my mind. This was hanging out in my documents and @withmyteeth saw part of it. Mentions of a past bad relationship that Ana left behind her when she met Hank . 705 words this timeline may be before Mayans started . Pre season one Hank and Bishop have been down from Oakland for a little while getting the club going for Marcus . Creeper is a manner with them while Coco and Angel are the prospects . Gilly was there a little before so he’s already patched in . Taza and Riz are also older members since Riz dated one of the Samcro guys sister, Tig Trager. I have been thinking of an earlier timeline than the show.

You were surprised that he was home early from the club tonight. You weren’t quite asleep in the bed that you shared when he came into the bedroom and took off his kutte and the shirt he was wearing under it. He placed the kutte on his wall hook and then put his shirt and jeans into the hamper . His keys were on his nightstand and then he slid under the sheet and your weighted blanket slowly . You felt his hands rest on your hips that were covered by your panties and move you to the position he liked you in when he was tired.

“ There’s my space heater.” You said softly.

He chuckled. “ You waited up for me querida.” Hanks voice was soft in that moment.

“ Of course daddy , you know that I like to wait for my cuddly teddy bear before I fall asleep.”

His lips met yours in the darkened room. “ Sweet dreams .”

“ Good night .”

You curled into him feeling safe as you always did in his muscular arms. He was so gentle with you even if he was an outlaw biker by day . You still remembered when you had met that night on the border. You had been beaten up by your ex and kicked out of his house with not much more than the clothes on your back and some money you had managed to hide. You were walking on the road wondering how it had all gone so wrong when he had seen your bruises in the light of his bike and had just handed you a helmet and popped your small bag on the back. He had taken you to Santo Padre to heal and after some time you began to trust him and fall in love. The Mayans had become your family as well and you had heard something about prospects taking care of your ex so he wouldn’t bother you again but you didn’t want to know. And here you were now. Free to do whatever you wanted .

You guessed it was morning when you rolled over in bed and found Hank’s pillow empty. You sat up slowly and stretched. Then you heard his familiar footsteps coming down the hall to the bedroom and you smelled coffee and yiur matcha tea that he always stirred a little honey into .

“ Morning sweetheart.” Hank smiled.

“ You’re spoiling me with tea in bed daddy.”

“ Anything for my girl.” He handed you your mug and then sat down on his side of the bed again.

“ So do you have to be at the crib at all today ?”

“ No I have the day free., thought maybe I would get some more stuff cleared out of the shed in the backyard.”

“ All right, I might go into town with Julia and get a pedicure and a few other things.”

“ Okay there is some money in your jar ,use that and have some lunch.”

“ What did you do Hank?”

“ I got paid well so let me spoil you a little. Get that fancy shower stuff you like I know it’s been a while since you’ve done that . “

“ Thank you,”. You kissed him. “ Maybe I will pick up something in red too.”

His eyes went darker for a moment . “ You know how I feel about you in that color.”

“ Oh yes but this will be for at home wear only.”

“ Good girl.” His hand gave your ass a gentle squeeze. You had learned early on that he was an ass man and sometimes liked watching your hips sway when you wore certain jeans or skirts to the club get togethers. He had that in common with Creeper who’s old lady Julia had become a good friend of yours . Apparently she was a cousin or something of Nestor who worked for the Galindo cartel as a hired gun .

The two of you finished your hot drinks and you went to get your shower before you met Julia later.

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The moon shines bright overhead as you walk hand in hand with Hank. “It really is clear tonight,” you comment, looking up at the stars that glittered through the night sky.

“Sure is beautiful,” Hank agrees, but his eyes are glued to you instead of the scene up above.

You can feel the heat in your cheeks from his words. You guys had been on a few dates now and Hank has been a gentleman the entire time, a complete contrast from the man who’d broken up the fight on the sidewalk in front of your shop. You hadn’t been sure what the men were fighting about but you were sure that your front window couldn’t take one more hit. As you’d pushed the door open to ask them to stop, he’d already stepped in, pulling them apart and sending them on their way.

“What are you thinking about?” Hank asks

You smile, tucking your chin in embarrassment that he caught you drifting off. “Just thinking about how we met.”

After the two men sulked off, you’d invited Hank in, filling his arms with baked goods in thanks for saving your window. He’d come back a day later, asking for some things for his mom. And your number.

“The best pan dulce I’ve ever had,” he says with a wink.

You shake your head with a laugh, your insides flipping at his compliment. But before you can get too carried away, you notice you are back at your front door. You’d tried to delay this by asking Hank to go on a walk with you when he dropped you off, wanting to spend more time with him, but being nervous about inviting him in.

You’d talked about a lot on your dates, getting to know each other, but there’s one subject you’ve stayed clear of and with Hank being the gentleman he was, he didn’t bring it up either. However, you know if you want to keep seeing him, it’s going to have to be addressed sooner or later.

Hank’s thumb brushes against your bottom lip where you have it pinched between your teeth. “What are you thinking about now?”

The light feeling inside you turned to ice, fear cooling through your veins that once he finds out your secret, he’s not going to want anything to do with you.

He must see the panic in your eyes because he brings his other hand up, resting it on your shoulder. “Hey, hey. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it, alright? I got you.”

The words bring tears to your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall over something so ridiculous. You are an adult. Adults talk about sex. It’s fine.

“Do you wanna…come inside?” you ask quietly.

He doesn’t answer right away and you look up into his eyes. “Are you sure?” His hands are still cupping your face and shoulder, like the edges of a warm blanket you want to snuggle into.

“Yea, I’d really like you to come in.”

He smiles. “Okay, yea.”

You turn to unlock the door and his hands fall away. You miss his touch instantly but then a voice inside you says it won’t be gone long and your heart starts to rabbit in your chest. It’s not that you weren’t ready, you’re plenty ready, you just didn’t know what you were doing and didn’t want to look dumb in front of the one guy you’ve actually liked in the last handful of years. You’d spent so much time getting your bakery up and running that by the time everything was in place, you realized you missed out on everything else.

You watch as Hank looks around your place, eyeing your decorations, pictures on the wall, and trinkets on the shelf before coming back to stand in front of you.

“Hi,” you say quietly.

“Hi,” he answers. He leans in for a kiss and you put a hand on his chest, stopping him before his lips can meet yours. “What’s wrong?”

The steady thrum of his heart under your hand helps you through your anxiety as you say, “I’ve uh, I’ve never been with anyone before.” His brow furrows as he looks at you, like he doesn’t understand what you’re saying. “I’m a virgin,” you clarify.

His eyebrows shoot up, but he doesn’t say anything. “I understand if you wanna leave, I just. I wanted you to know.” You drop your hand, but before you can turn away, he grabs your arm, holding you in place.

“Are you sure?”

“That I’m a virgin? Yea, pretty sure,” you laugh.

He smiles, tucking his chin. “No, I meant. Are you sure…with me?”

Immediately, you know the answer is yes. There’s not another man you’ve known that you would rather have right here, right now. “Yea, Hank, I’m sure.”

You hook your fingers under his chin, tilting it out to meet him for a kiss. You’ve done this much before, pecks of “thank you for the date”, but it’s never gone further. You let your tongue slip between your lips, nudging at the seam of his until he meets you with his own. His hands come to your sides, tugging you against him as he kisses you back, letting you set the pace.

You kiss for a while, lazily working your mouth against his as the heat builds low in your belly. You want more. You don’t know what it is exactly, but you know you need more.

You pull away from him and he follows you a moment, not ready to break the kiss. When his eyes open, they are pools of black. “Bedroom?”

He nods and you lead that way, guiding him down the hallway and into your room. He doesn’t take anytime to look around like he did before, eyes glued to you. This time, he pulls you into the kiss, working his lips against yours as he slips his hand under your shirt and around your back, slowly stroking up and down your skin.

The desire inside you burns brighter with each pass until you are practically clawing at his clothes, trying to reach as much of his skin as possible.

“Okay, okay, hold on,” he chuckles, working at the buttons of his shirt.

You thought pulling apart would be like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the need inside you, bringing you back to the reality of what was about to happen, but instead, the short distance between you has you twitching with need as you start to rip off your own clothes, tossing them on the floor.

Just as you reach around to unhook your bra, Hank says, “What’s the rush?”

Your hands fall back to your sides, but before any insecurities raise their head, he’s got you wrapped back in his arms, lips pressed to yours as his snakes his hands around you again, deftly unclasping your bra and pulling it from your shoulders.

Once it falls to the floor, you step against him, the hair on his chest teasing against your nipples, bringing them to peaks.

He keeps things slow: his touches, his kisses, his movements. He spends the whole night bringing you pleasure, coaxing you up and over the edge for the first time before doing it again.

When you’re fully spent, body sore in new ways that don’t exactly hurt, he pulls you against his chest, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

“Is that what you were expecting?” he asks in the dark.

“Hank, it was better than I could have imagined.”

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Something so Strange pt2

Warnings: ANGST, first grade level writing

a/n: god i know alot of you are gonna hate this chapter but its the best my poo brain could come up with. im still not sure which direction i want this story to go in. ill probably do a poll to see what yall want. Im going to write more for this becuase im so not done with them. This is like the third rewrite ive done. i already had it written but then i deleted all of it and re wrote it like literally before posting lmao. anywayy THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS!! im so glad people enjoy my writing. its not the best but its something i enjoying doing and im glad people out there like it!! all mistakes are my own and sorry if itn doesnt make much sense LMAO

For the past five months, Bucky has been trying his best to act like everything was ok, but deep inside, he was a wreck. He couldn't shake the guilt no matter how hard he tried. No woman or work out could stop the regret he felt for not going after you. Every Time he saw a pregnant woman, he would think about you. He wanted so badly to talk to you, but he didn't know how. Would you even listen to him? He didn't know. He spent his days trying and failing to distract himself from the thought of you, and then he'd wallow in self-hatred once he was alone. Even the most simple tasks reminded him of you. He remembers how he would take you to the store after your fuck hangout sessions. How you would walk up and down the aisles looking for snacks. Barely stable on your feet. He dreads going to the same store without you. Having to walk down the same aisles he use to walk with you-

“Oh excuse me” you say to the person you bumped into. Not really paying attention.

The person grunts and continues walking, but Bucky immediately turns around at the sound of your voice

"Im sorry sir-" your voice trails off as the person leaves. “Geez what a nice guy” you mutter to yourself sarcastically rubbing your belly. In the time he didn't see you your belly had grown so much. His heart was pounding so hard he swore you could hear it from the other side of the store. He’s mesmerized. That's his child in there. His child and he doesn't know what to do. So he stood there, staring at you. Not looking up from your stomach he doesn't notice when you turn in his direction. You don't notice him until you turn to the apple section. Both of you are just frozen. Not sure what to do or even say. What could you say at this point? I miss you? I can't stop thinking about you? Why did you leave me? Why did I let you leave? I lov-Before you know it your legs are walking you out of the store. Leaving your cart full of groceries in the middle of the aisle.

“Wait” Bucky says following you outside the store. You're fast for a pregnant woman. “Damn it just wait”

“Fuck off, Bucky. You're the last person I want to see right now.” You reach into your bag looking for your keys.

“No look i've been trying to call you but you have me block-”

You ignore him and continue looking for your keys in your bag. “Fuck stupid fucking keys. How'd they get lost? FUCK” you throw your bag hard on the parking lot floor in frustration. You watch as all your stuff scatters across the floor. Your keys sliding under your car. “Fucking great” You mutter. Bucky sighs and bends down to grab your things for you while you just stand this with your head in your hands. He picks up your keys and holds them in his hands while he thinks about what to say. There you were standing with your head in your hands looking so beautiful. Glowing and carrying his child. His child. He stood there, staring at you. Imagining every different outcome. Would you turn him away? Would you accept his apology? The guilt of the situation consumed him. He would run away again if he didn't want to hear you speak to him so badly. His stomach drops when he hears your sniffle.

“Oh honey” he says softly

“Dont. Dont bucky. Just…god” You wipe your tears as decretly as you could. Not wanting him to see you so vunerable. You already probably look a mess. Pregnant and crying in the walmart parking lot. Nat is going to laugh when you tell her about this.

He still couldn't fully articulate on what to say in this situation. Seeing you cry in front of him was making his mind go into overdrive. He wanted to hug you. Hold you and beg for forgiveness. He wanted to let you know how much he's thought about you. How much he's thought about the life you two could've had if he said something different that day. He wanted to ask how you were. How the baby is. How far along you were. When your last appointment was. Did you hear the heartbeat? Was it strong? A thousand questions in his mind. But he was afraid. He was afraid. He was afraid he'd ruin his one shot of speaking to you, not that it was going great anyway. You all but ran away from him when you saw him. 

“Please just let me-”

“No you don't get to ask me for anything bucky. You don't get to just pretend like apologizing is going to make any of this better. You chose to be an asshole. Just leave me alone. Leave us alone” you put a protective hand over your belly.

“God please. I know i fucked up. I was scared ok?” his voice wobbles

“And I wasn't?”

He hangs his head in frustration “i didnt say you werent. i just-fuck i dont know. You caught me off guard ok? You came in and told me and i just-”

You let out a wet scoff “so what? Was it my fault?”

“No i didn't say that-don't put words in my mouth”

“Really? because it sounds like you're blaming me for you acting like an idiot” you practically scream. How dare he try and flip the situation

“I'm not blaming you. It just hard news to hear-”

“YEAH I FUCKING KNOW THAT BUCKY! I know its fucking hard and its scary and i dont blame you for being scared but fuck…” your voice cracks and so does his heart “i thought youd at least be there. I thought you'd be there and be scared with me but you left me alone and afraid and for that i could never forgive you” both of you just stand there. Taking the other in for what might be the last time. You shake your head and snatch your keys from him “You made your bed bucky. You made a choice and now you have to live with it.” you get in your car and pause before looking back at him. His eyes are wet and his cheeks red and stained with falling tears. It is almost comical how a man of his size can look so weak. “The due date is October 31” You slam your door and drive off. That was the final nail in the coffin for him. He rushes to his car and breaks down. He wanted so badly for you to understand him. He wanted so badly to just touch your stomach and feel you close to him. He wanted so badly to just wake up next to you again. Feel your warm body pressed against his. But you were right. He made his bed and now he has to lie in it.

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Hi I love your stories you post. And I just reread a hank story of yours and It so sweet. So could you write a first date imagine with him? I also loved the one of ez and I thought one with hank would be so sweet!😍 Thanks in advance

@hoooli13 Thanks for the request. I hope you like it! 💜

First Date

Hank x Reader

Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes

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You met Hank through your cousin Bishop. From the first time you met him at one of the parties you were fascinated. At this point you were sure that he was the most handsome man you have ever laid your eyes on. Sadly Bishop told you that his guys were off limits. He didn’t want this life for you. He wanted you to have a man who’s not in conflict with the law all the time or in danger. Nor did he want to see you in danger. Ever since you were children Bishop wanted to protect you and this was his way of protecting you. He also told the guys you were off limits the first time you set a foot into the clubhouse. After going to the clubhouse more regularly you and Hank had gotten closer and little did El Presidente know that things always go the way he wants them to.

You are currently at work the you get a text form Hank.

Hank

Hey Y/N,

I hope you’re well. 

I’m sorry I didn’t text you 

these past couple of days

but we were on a run.

I’ll make it up to you 

if you let me.

Tonight?

Y/N

Hey Hank,

I’m good!

Are you and the guys alright?

Don’t apologize!

Bish is my cousin I know

you guys go MIA form time to time.

It’s okay. I understand.

Well you don’t have to but

I can’t say know to that.

Yes I’m actually free tonight.

Text me the details and

I’ll be there.

Hank

Yes we’re alright nothing 

happened.

I’m glad you’re so understanding.

My place 7pm.

I can’t wait to see you darling.

You can’t help but smile. Did this incredibly handsome man seriously ask you out? Like for real? You could hug the whole world right now. Happiness that what you’re feeling right now. No matter what Bishop said you won’t let it stop you from seeing him. 

After 3 more hours at work you’re finally free to go. As soon as you’re home you go straight to your wardrobe looking for something to wear for your date. After searching for a while not really knowing what to wear you come across a dress. You remember Hank telling you how beautiful you looked in  that dress so you go for it. You look for matching heels before heading to the bathroom to take a shower. Once you’re done you dry your hair, put on some make up and get dressed. You take one last look into the mirror before taking your purse and your keys leaving your house.

20 minutes later you arrive at his place. Your heart is beating really fast and you’re a little nervous.  You take on last look in the review mirror checking your makeup before getting-it heading to his front door. You know and soon after he opens the door.

’’Hey Y/N’’ he says with a huge smile on his face.

’’Hey Hank’’ you say and he pulls you into his strong arms and kisses your head. You breath in his scent and it calms your nerves a little bit. He lets go of you and says:

’’You look absolutely stunning darling. C’mon in.’’ you follow him inside and he leads you to his back yard. Once you’re there you can’t help but stare at the sight in front of you. 

A table for two. Fairy lights and a lot of candles all over the porch.

’’You hate it don’t you?’’ his voice brings you back to reality. Hank took your silence the wrong way. You turn around and look at him with a soft smile.

’’Hank Oh my god. Why would I hate it. Its absolutely amazing. I love it. No one and I mean no one has ever done nothing like this for me before. Thank you so much’’ you say. 

’’I’m happy you like it. Well looks like no one before me knew how to treat you properly.’’ he says and you reply with a short.

’’Looks like it.’’ You take a seat and Hank leaves you to get the dinner he prepared for the 2 of you. You look around still not believing that someone like Hank makes so much effort - for you. He shortly return and it smelly heavenly. he sets the plates down on the table.

’’I hope you like it. It was my grandmas recipe.’’ he says and blushes. You grab your fork and take a bite. You close your eyes and this is for sure the best piece of meat you’ve ever had in your entire life.

’’I think I’m going to kidnap you and keep you as my personal cook. Like for real. Hank this is so so good.’’ 

’’I’m glad to hear. Do you seriously think you’ll be able to kidnap me Y/N?’’ 

’’No but it sounds good’’

’’Well you wouldn’t have to kidnap me I would you with you anytime’’ he says and winks at you. You blush and look down at your plate hoping you can hide it. Little did you know it was too late for that. Hank saw it.

After the both of you finished eating Hank cleans the table. You offered to help him but the declined right away.

He returns to you with blankets and pillows. You raise your eyebrows and he walks past you and spreads one of the blankets on the lawn he nods with his head for you to come over and you do. 

’’Have a seat beautiful it’s now time for stargazing.’’ he says and you sit down. He sits down next to you and hands you a blanket with the words.

’’Incase you get cold’’ you take it thanking him.

He lays the pillows down behind the both of you and lays down looking up to the sky. You watch him for a moment before doing the exact same thing. You lay there in silence - a comfortable silence. You’re thankful Hank did all of this for you.

’’How did you know I like stargazing? I can’t remember telling you about it.’’ you ask him curiously. ’’Well Bishop told me when I asked him why he calls you his little star. So when I thought about what to do on our first date this is what came to my mind. We both aren’t the type for super fancy restaurants so I thought cooking for you and watching the stars with you would be a good idea. At least I hope you feel the same.’’ he says grabbing your hand.

’’Ah now it makes sense. You’re right I don’t need all that fancy stuff. It’s not about the amount of money you spent on me. This night couldn’t have been more perfect. No one made the effort for me before like doing something like this you know?! Usually the guys I dated before simply took me out to one of those fancy restaurants. You just thought about what would make me happy and I really appreciate it Hank. I’m so thankful to be here with you and the stuff you did for me tonight.’’ you say having tears in your eyes - happy tears.

’’I’m glad you’re happy. That’s all I wanted sweetheart. The night isn’t over yet.’’ he says before leaning into you. You move closer to him as well and shortly after your lips collide. This is the moment you have been waiting for the whole night. Hank grabs your face and pulls you closer. You move your hand to his chest resting it there. He’s the first one to pull away. The two of you stare at each other sniveling like crazy before Hank speaks up.

’’I know its early and stuff but - could you imagine being my girl?’’ he asks you and you nod.

’’Yes I actually can. I’d be honored to be yours. We just have to keep it to ourselves for a while. Until I figured out how to tell Bishop you know. You guys aren’t the only ones with rules. He also told me that you guys are off limits.’’

’’I can live with that but we shouldn’t wait too long. I don’t wanna betray him this is more than just us you know his not trusting me any more is probably the worst thing that could happen - club wise. Besides I want to show off my beautiful woman and not hide her away from the world.’’ he says. You grab his hand and stroke the back of it.

’’I agree with you babe. The next party at the clubhouse is next week as far as I remember. We should probably have it figured out by then.’’

’’Yes we should.’’

It’s starting to get colder and your freezing by now even with the blankets you’re wrapped in.

’’Hank? I’m cold’’ you say and he gets up.

’’Let’s head inside.’’ he says and you get up as well. You help him picking up the blankets and pillows before going inside. Once you’re inside he says

’’As much as I love seeing you in that dress - do you want some warmer clothes? I can’t risk my girl freezing to death.’’ he asks you and laughs.

’’Yes that would be nice.’’ he leads you to his bedroom and hands you a hoodie and sweatpants.

’’There you go’’ he says and you thank him.

’’I’ll make you tea how does that sound?’’

’’Yes please’’ he nods and leaves the room so you can get changed,

After you’re finished you go back to the living room where he is waiting for you with he promised tea. You sit down next to him and say

’’Is it bad that I don’t wanna go home tonight?’’ he looks at you and replies

’’Is it bad that I don’t want you to?’’ 

’’I guess I’ll be staying then’’ you say and smile at him before taking a sip of your tea.

The both of you just sit there talking until early in the morning. The day couldn’t have been better for you. You had a perfect date with an incredible man. You know have a boyfriend that cares for you. You also came up with a plan to drop the news on Bishop. Looks like going to the clubs house more often wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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