#and like... no I'm already not tagging fcs I don't need to upset people more then I am already bc I'm avoiding the tags today

[silverduckie]

I don’t want to talk right now, I just want your arms wrapped around me in this moment before it runs out.

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

; you're mine

tranq loza x fem!reader. ⸺ useful links.

requests by @skyofficialxx and anon. Hiya darling. I’d like to request number 13 from your prompt list with hank if it’s not taken already. / Hola! Can I request prompt “I don’t fucking care. You’re supposed to be mine” with Tranq? Thank you! 😍

words. about 700.

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a / n. sorry it took me an eternity to post it! none of my writings contains reader's body descriptions to be inclusive. if you find something out of place, please send me a message and i'll change it.

You were talking with Rosario until Tranq has decided is enough conversation. As you're walking close to him, he grabs your forearm to push you onto him, making you fall on his lap. If it wasn't because you have good reflexes and you have covered the opening of your beer with your thumb, it would've been a disaster. You frown at him, feeling his arms wrapped around your waist possessively. A word that has never been part of his character.

“The hell are you doing, Hank?” You hiss turning enough to glance at his dark upset eyes.

“I swear if Pablo looks at you again, like that, I'm gonna set his bike on fire”. He whispers in response, dragging every word over his tongue, making an inappreciable gesture with his head.

Sideways you watch the other member regret trying to call your attention and earn some time alone, as soon as he sees El Pacificador marking his territory. You didn't notice it before because you were too occupied with your friends and controlling how many tequila shots your man was drinking.

“I don't get why you ca—”.

“I don’t fucking care. You’re supposed to be mine and no one is allowed to look at your body imagining how good it'd feel, besides me, preciosa. So for the rest of the night, you're gonna be sitting here. On my lap”.

You raise your eyebrows surprised and not really pleased by his order.

“What if I don't want to? Are you gonna set my bike on fire too?”

“What’s more relaxing than setting things on fire?”

“Jesus… Christ, Hank”. You snort trying to undo the tight wrap around your abdomen and waist, as a kid fighting against a wall. “Stop treating me like a fucking thing with your name on my face”.

“No”. He grunts sinking his nose on your neck. “You're only mine”.

“Por Dios santo, you're smothering me. Lemme go! ” You maneuver to stand up, turning at him with your arms crossed, earning Bishop and Taza's attention. “Two don't play if one doesn't want to, you idiot”.

Both men chuckle seeing his friend so damn pissed, watching you leave the clubhouse slamming shut the door. What the hell just happened? Is Tranq jealous? For real? No, he has to be joking. Nothing could annoy you more than his behavior a minute ago. Sipping your still fresh beer, back to the door, you hear it being opened and closed.

Bishop places an arm over your shoulders with a comical smirk on his lips, as he takes a drag from his cig. El Presidente tilts his head towards you for a second, letting escape a soft laugh. And he causes you to chuckle too.

“Pablo? Really?” You say incredulously, shaking your head.

“You look at your man, your big and terrifyingly peaceful man, and you think he doesn't have any insecurities. But, querida, he thinks your smart and beautiful ass is too good for him”. He replies with all his wisdom, resting his temple against yours. “Go inside, slap his head for being a pendejo, and then give him a kiss”.

Sighing through your nostrils, you simply nod taking another sip from your beer, making your way back indoors. Tranq knows he has fucked it up, pouting at you briefly as you walk closer and closer. But he wasn't expecting the slap to the back of his head, looking stupefied.

“I'm yours but not your property”. You point at him using your forefinger, leaning forward with a serious gesture drawn on you. Your husband assents ran out of words, having a seat by his side. “Don't act like that again, you hear me? I don't need any other man, I have enough bearing you twenty-four-seven”.

You're still annoyed, but Hank doesn't doubt placing an arm on your shoulder to kiss your cheek and murmur onto your ear. “I'm sorry. I lov—”.

“You love me, I know”. Puckering your lips, you sit over your left leg to turn at him. “And that's the only good thing I have. I wouldn't change it for anything”.

“You sure?”

“You wan'me to punch your face? 'Cause seems like you're asking for it”.

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