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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Be Bad - A Gilly Lopez/Reader Smut Short.

Bit of Dom!Gilly, anyone?

Words - 629

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

The chill in the air snaps against your bare skin like a whip, your body suspended from the rope bindings attached to the large hook hanging from the garage ceiling, his footsteps approaching you from behind. You struggle to reach the ground, the tips of your toes only just about making contact with the concrete, a gloved hand swathed in leather reaching for your hip.

“No struggling.”

He’s usually your cuddly teddy bear, but sometimes, you bring out the grizzly in him. This moment is no exception. “Who’s been a bad girl?”

You know your silence won’t go unpunished, hearing it, the sound of his belt being unbuckled. Just the thought of him taking even one item from his body, even something as innocuous as his belt – or rather not in this situation – has heat radiating between your thighs. What drives it home more is the knowledge of exactly what that belt will be used for.

“Answer me.” Looping the belt over, he grasps it tightly, smacking your butt, the sting biting, sending a hot flush up your spine.

“Me. I have.”

He chuckles a gruff grunt. “Oh, so she admits it, hmm?” Once again, the leather meets your bare flesh, two hard strikes, glimmers charging over your skin like a herd of wild horses. “And what do bad girls get?”

“The belt.”

His breath is hot at your shoulder, his imposing, heavily tattooed bulk pressing against your back, the feel of his shirtless chest sinful, a hot flush misting through you. “That’s right, princess. You get the belt, until that ass is so fuckin’ sore, you won’t even be able to sit down.” Moving back, you hear the erotic creak of leather upon leather, knowing what he’s doing, Gilly wrapping the belt around his hand, shortening the free length, the lash of it striking against your goosepimpled skin, again and again, until your moans deepen, lost in the rush of endorphins.

You hear the belt clatter onto the floor, Gilly walking around to face you, biting onto the tip of the middle finger on his glove, pulling his hand from within as he stands so close, your foreheads touch, his hand pushing between your legs. Leaning back, he arches an eyebrow, holding his fingers up, coated in your dew. “I think you enjoyed that too much, didn’t you?” He pushes them against your mouth, your lips parting, sucking them with a wet, needy hug.

“Mmhmm,” you confirm, eyeing him with scorching want.

“That pretty little pussy always does get soaking when you get spanked, don’t it?”

“It does, you’re right, big fella.” Reaching for your neck, he strokes circles across your skin, feeling his edges catch light from the fire in your eyes. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

“What am I gonna do?” He begins to grin, hands snaking beneath your thighs, lifting you right up until he has you balanced on his upper arms, your legs dangling over each thick shoulder, his mouth level with your soaking slit. “Imma do what I always do, mi amor. Imma make it even fuckin’ wetter.”

A firm drag of his tongue has you grasping at your rope restraint, your head tipping back, a bliss filled sigh fluttering from your mouth. Sometimes, it’s worth being bad, just so you can have him reward you by being good, feel his rough beard grate against your tender folds, eat you like a starving animal, have you gush against his mouth.

“You gonna be my good girl now?” he asks, tongue snaking back and forth over your clit.

“I always am, Gilly. Because let’s face it, even when I’m bad, I’m still good, aren’t I?”

He hums around a mouthful of your cunt, sucking you, heat sizzling your veins. “Always, baby.”

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volvaofowls · 27 days

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Mayans crushing on/ being infatuated with a younger reader

This is my first time writing for Mayans. I know there are many fans of the show but I feel like there is not enough people writing for it and showing it love.

Note: I roughly guessed what the guys ages would be at the beginning of the series based on their apperance and actors' ages. I would love to know how old you think they are!

Bishop – 49

Taza – 62

Tranq – 44

Riz – 37

Creeper – 41

Gilly – 36

Coco – 34

Angel – 30

Ez – 26

Bishop – He didn’t have any qualms about his attraction to you in the beginning. Walking up to you when you were at the clubhouse and flirting with you, saying it was good to see you around. He didn't think too much about it, he likes the way he feels when you are responding to him in a positive way. Bishop lies to himself, he doesn’t purposefully seek you out in the crowd, but Taza points it out for him - "Don't worry Prez, your girl is outside, having a smoke with Gilly". - And that phrase hits him; the fact that someone has noticed his interest in you, and more so called you "his girl" - that spreads warmth in his chest. He wants you to be his girl, but he is not sure how you feel about it. Sure you reciprocate his attention, smile at him and spend more time with him than other members of MC, but it doesn't mean you want anything more with him than friendship. The age gap is large, Bishop could be your father; and the potential comments that would follow make him shrudder, yet the thought of you in his arms makes him think that he could deal with being the butt of the jokes for some time.

Taza – Taza thought that love is not for him anymore. But the familiar butterflies are starting to dance in his belly again when you laugh at his joke. He loves the feeling of it, but the moment he realises it he gets scared. He is not ready for it, he didn’t think it is possible, he is too old and commited too many sins to be rewarded with these emotions. Taza wonders what he can possibly offer you? His life is filled with violence and loneliness.But then he takes out his phone and sees your name across the screen Che thinks that maybe he can give it a try.

Tranq – Tranq is a rough man, for the majority of his life he had only his mother and the club. He is "El Pacificador", a giant of a man, always in the epicentre of fights. Even though he is not the loudest and meanest in the club he thinks he might be too imposing for you, scare you away. Let alone the fact that he is in his 40's. Still, when he is next to you Hank’s increased heart beat drowns out the doubts. Against his wishes the softer side of him comes out. The way you lean on Tranq's shoulder when you are tipsy, or when you ask specifically for his help with your car makes him feel special, and he never wants to let go of this feeling. Quite the opposite, he feels insatiable, he is hungry for your affection and Hank wants more of it. He is not a greedy man, he shares everything in life with his club, but you are someone Hank wants to keep all to himself.

Riz – Michael has been disillusioned with life long ago, many people in his life shunned him; only in the brotherhood of Mayans did he find the solace. Riz craves love, family and companionship is something he always secretly wanted. Maybe that's why he was always a ladies man - trying to fill a void in his life with someone, something. When he met you for the first time, it was hard to avert his eyes from you. You were like the smell of rain in summer before the thunder strikes, Riz felt that when you stepped into the clubhouse you brought change with you, and it was just for him, and he welcomes this feeling with an open heart.

Riz knows he likes what he is seeing and he wants you to like him as well. He just needs his chance to prove that he can make it work, and he does what he does best, trying to smooth talk you. Offering you a drink and showering in compliments. He wants you to have a good time with him, he sure does with you. Once you jokingly called him an "old man", Riz quickly shot back that he prefers "daddy" instead, laughing at your shy expression. Age is not a problem for him, not when it comes to you and what the two of you could have, and he is willing to show it to you.

Creeper – Creeper didn’t really think that romantic love was for him. Since childhood there was nothing but darkness staining his life, like he is punished for doing something in his past life and can never repent. So Neron never expects gifts from live; he takes, but only gives. He gives his loyalty and time to his club and he gives his love to you, Creeper doesn't feel like he is allowed to receive any back from you.

Neron feels disgusted with himself and his want for you. You are almost too clean for him, Creeper doesn't have the right to mess you up. He tries to avoid you, but it’s as if you are always seeking him out, sipping on water with him at the parties, forgoing the alcohol. All the time you are asking him about his tattoos, and one time while planning your own you reach out and touch his forearm where a faces of women are depicted. Neron feels burned, but its amazing, he wants to keep your hands there, on him, interested in him. He is scared of rejection, he wants your love, he is ready to trade anything in his poor life in order to be yours.

Gilly – Gilly is know for “disarming” ladies, but it was a shock to him when you swooped into his heart and disarmed him. This young woman, too young for him comes and can out-do him in telling dirty jokes? Who are you? And you are playfully offering to arm-wrestle him, losing instantly. But he loves it, he feels like a teenager again, trying to show off infront of you. You have him wrapped around your finger and you don't even realise it. Other guys are teasing him in good fun, but when one day Coco jokes “you better act up brother or all the younger ones will steal her from under your old nose” Gilly laughs with him but it makes him think “oh shit…. I don’t wanna lose her to anyone”.

Coco – He was a little apprehensive at first about his feelings for you. You have less of an age difference with Letty than with him. He thinks that what he is feeling for you is wrong, even if you are a grown person. Coco always tried to stay away from the things that he cares for, it’s easier that way, he doesn't hurt anyone but only himself that way. You are precious to him, you care for him and Letty seems to like you. He already made all the guys in the club aware that he is interested in you and not to treat you badly. When members from other charters come and you are there, he makes sure to be near you or to keep an eye on you. You should be treated with the outmost respect and gentleness. Gentleness is a funny word for Coco; mainly because nothing in his life is, but he wants to learn it for you.

Angel – Angel stopped caring what other people think long time ago. He feels like he always has to prove himself to others and its never enough. So when you praise him, Angel can't even stop himself, he is floored. You think he is amazing, and you support him when he has a bad day. You are younger, but he feels like he has to look up to you. You are showing him the way of how to live life without being afraid of rejection. Angel thought he is brave, but he relearns the defenition of it when he is with you. He doesn't see the age gap between you as a boundary, because there is so much you bring to his life. And Angel wants for the first time in his life too repay that affection, he wants to make it his mission to worship you and elevate you. You are his guardian angel.

Ez – He hasn't been lucky in love, EZ knows he falls in love fast and hard, but with you he feels like he is falling even harder. Even though your age gap is not too big, he feels like you have whole life ahead of you, he doesn't want you to be tied to him. There is so much you could be doing, travelling, things that EZ cannot join you on. But he is aching for you to choose him over everything else, although he will never admit it, as it will be too selfish. It feels like his life is fixable when you are together and he doesn’t have to just survive anymore, with you he can live.

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cositapreciosa · 3 months

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Serve, love & protect

Bodyguard!Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x reader, the usual for the show, 1584 words

a/n : bodyguard au cause we love them tropes

Tagging my Gilly people @narcolini @drabbles-mc <3

‘’ You lied to me. ‘’

‘’ I did. ‘’

‘’ Are you even dating me or is this all a big joke too? ‘’

He sighs, and suddenly the big SUV feels too small for the both of them. The cracked glass across the windshield makes it hard to see, the busted window in the back letting the wind whistle between his ears.

‘’ I… ‘’

His tongue rolls in his mouth, he doesn’t know what to say. On one side, he shouldn’t tell you, admit that he likes you, not when your dad had been clear about that in the contract. All means necessary, don’t fall in love. On the other, how couldn’t he, when you had been so kind, so charming since the beginning, why wouldn’t he want to date you?

‘’ Don’t. ‘’ You answer back, sinking into your seat. ‘’ I don’t want to know. ‘’

He had done lots of business with your dad before, a strong man with piercing eyes, sharp suits. That is where the offer came from, between gun trades and small talk. Got a babysitting job for you, Gilly, easy work, easy cash. More like a bodyguard job, a dumbass bodyguard job with actual danger, guns and wounds. Your dad had told him you wouldn’t be easily convinced, that to ensure your safety he would have to be less traditional, less leather and handgun, more friend, even closer if needed. And he did, even if he knew it wasn’t part of the plan, letting you run your fingers through his beard, sharing the same side of the bed, he just couldn’t say no.

‘’ Listen, baby, I- ‘’

‘’ Don’t- oh my god, Gilly what the fuck is wrong with you?! ‘’

Your hands are tight, gripping the door handle as he takes a sharp left. You turn to face him.

‘’ Stop it, it’s over! Don’t ‘baby’ me, don’t… ‘’ you gesticulate around, hands flying, ‘’ Just stop. ‘’

You raise your palms to your eyes, pressing, muttering things he can’t understand. He can sense your distress, he knows you now, better than anyone, more than your father would like him to probably. It has been months since you two had been together now, good months, the best ones for him this year. It was an easy job at first too, simply because you never were a primary target, just one that they would try to hit if deals went wrong. Being the child of a gun lord usually came with a fair share of barrels pointing back, and, from what he had seen from you when bullets eventually started flying, staying low and away from the windows, this whole routine was old news to you.

‘’ Please don’t be mad, I can explain. ‘’ He tries again.

You scoff, and he watches as you squint your eyes at him. It makes him feel small in his seat.

‘’ I don’t think you can, Gilly. Save your breath. ‘’

The car is colder now that the sun has gone down and he watches the wind wrap around your hair, lets the breeze bring goosebumps to his arms. He knows the two of you are too exposed, in this beat-up car, bullet holes on each side. It pains him that he knows the only place you will truly be safe is at your dad’s house, and he has to bring you there, not the club, not his house, not anywhere else. Drop you off, collect his hazard pay and leave. Leave you and hope you will answer his texts, even if he something tells him you probably won't.

He takes a left turn, fast, into a poorly lit backstreet, almost propelling you against your window side. The breaks get pressed just as fast, and you have to brace yourself with your hands on the dash.

‘’ Have you gone mad?! Did they hit you on the head or something?! ‘’

Gilly turns off the car and pivotes to you, bringing his arm up to wrap the back of your seat, caging you in.

‘’ I can explain. ‘’ Let me, please.

He is observing you, the frown between your brows, the anger in your eyes, the dried blood on the side of your face. It is superficial, really, barely a scratch, but he has to hold himself back from reaching out, move your chin to the side so he can get a better look. He breathes your name as the overhead lights dim out, leaving the two of you in the dark, pleading. He can smell your perfume, hear the shakiness in your breath.

‘’ Okay, whatever. ‘’

You cross your arms around your chest. Even in the darkness, he knows you are watching him, waiting.

‘’ I like you, I do. ‘’ He starts, ‘’ I wasn’t supposed to, though, we just needed to be friends, you know? So I could make sure you were safe. ‘’ But I failed.

‘’ My dad hired you. ‘’

‘’ He did. ‘’

Your shadow moves, moving to the side to lay your head on the headrest. Your voice is soft, going through the motions, exhausted. You must be tired, the rest of the adrenaline dripping out of you in waves.

‘’ Do you work for him, selling the guns and stuff? ‘’

‘’ More like with him, I’m in a motorcycle club. ‘’

We buy them, he could have said, sell some back if they ever come across a nice shipment from god knows where, but he doesn’t. You are smart, you get it.

‘’ You’re used to getting shot a lot. ‘’ It is not a question, more like a fact, piecing the information together.

‘’ You could say that. ‘’

He holds his free hand out, and you take it, his warm fingers taking in your cold ones. He can tell you have softened up, put down the axe.

‘’ You really like me? ‘’

‘’ I do, very much. ‘’

You squeeze his hand, gently, even though he can’t see, he knows you are pursing your lips, biting the inside of your cheek. You move gently, twisting between your seat and the cup holder, leaning down and pressing your cheek on his shoulder. He can feel your body relax into his.

‘’ Can we go home now? I want a hot shower. ‘’

‘’ I know you do, baby, we’ll be there soon. ‘’

He lets you nuzzle into in shirt, caressing your hair with his free hand. He starts the car, driving back up to the main street. He doesn’t have the guts to tell you you are going home alone tonight, that there is no way in hell your dad will let you sleep somewhere else.

To his surprise, you don’t put much of a fight when you notice the gates around your dad’s house, or when he says your name into the intercom so you can be let in, but you are a smart one, of course, you picked it up. The nuances, the conflict inside of him, how he couldn’t get out of the car at first, couldn’t let go of your arm when people started pouring out the house. I’m good, Gilly, you whispered to him, thank you. And so he listens, he lets go, picks up his cash and leaves.

A week passes, a long one, of mindless thinking, passing time, putting cars on the lift and then bringing them down. He hears about you at Templo one morning, barely a sentence, something about your dad catching the guys, how business between him and the Mayans has been booming since then. Thanks, Gilly. Good job, man. The military training finally paying off, uh? He nods and smiles, but he doesn’t ask about you. He tries to play it low, make it seem like he is not taking the biggest hit of his life.

When he gets home that afternoon, something is different, maybe it is the way the grass is bent where it usually isn’t, how the doormat is slightly crooked, but it is you sitting at the diner table that makes him stop in his tracks.

His hand is still on the gun at the back of his waist, his other tight on the door handle when you wave at him, a small smile on your lips. Your hair is slightly shorter, different, and you are wearing too many layers for the California heat. You speak first.

‘’ Hey, baby… ‘’

Gilly lets go of the handle at his back and closes the door behind him. Baby. Baby. You stand up before he can talk back, nervously taking a few steps towards him.

‘’ We were on lockdown, I couldn’t call, I couldn’t leave. ‘’ Your fingers are pulling at threads on your jeans pocket. ‘’ I’m sorry, Gilly. ‘’

He melts, there is nothing else he can do. His arms find their way naturally around you, one hand on your head, pushing your cheek against his chest. He knows you can feel his heart beating in your ear, hear the relief that comes out of him with a sigh. There is no hesitation when you hug back, warm fingers griping at his cut.

‘’ I will never lie again, I swear. ‘’

You laugh, and it makes him squeeze tighter.

‘’ It’s alright, only for good reasons from now on, okay? ‘’

Okay, he will. Protecting you will be a full-time job now, maybe not the small contract he thought he was going into, something different, something warm and meaningful—soft, loved.

The most pleasant job in the world.

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imagineredwood · 1 year

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“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Request: imagine for Gilly being into a girl that works at a bar and trying his hardest to get her attention. Secretly she’s had a crush on him the whole time

Pairing: Gilly Lopez x female reader

Warnings: Shitty men, derogatory language

Word count: 1,031

You smiled immediately as soon as you saw the wall of a man saunter into your bar. You looked down and willed the smile to go away but it was easier said than done. The muscles in your face were being puppeteered by your heart and weren't relaxing easily enough for your liking. Even still, you managed to have a straight face on by the time Gilly got to the counter. He placed himself off to the corner as he always did, the other two in tow as per usual. It was Angel who complained first as they took their seats.

"Don't know why you always wanna come here instead of staying at the clubhouse. It ain't even that good here."

Gilly rolled his eyes and forced himself to look around, already having spotted you but not wanting to make it obvious. Typically Coco and Angel would go off to play a game of pool or chat-up girls, but they were tired tonight, the desert having taken a toll on them. So they sat beside their friend and waited, making small talk. Gilly entertained them, but they knew him well enough to notice how his eyes lit up at something passed them. They both turned and saw you walking towards their end of the bar and shared knowing smiles, Angel's hand rough as he pushed and squeezed at Gilly's shoulder.

"Ahhhhh, now I see."

Gilly scoffed and rolled his arm roughly, tossing off Angel's hand right as you stopped in front of them. He offered up a cheesy smile and you returned it before nodding toward Angel and Coco.

"How are you guys doing?"

You didn't pay too much mind to Gilly, as usual, not wanting to blow his head up. You also didn't fully trust him, or any of the men in your bar really. It always felt like they had ulterior motives and at the end of the day, you were here because it was your job. You had a crush on Gilly, that much was certain, but you had seen how the others went after a new girl every time they came in and while Gilly's focus always seemed to be on you, you were pretty sure it was because you feigned not having interest. You figured he just enjoyed the chase and was happy to play a game of hard-to-get. You didn't feel like being a prize or notch on a bedpost.

Yet here he was again, eyes on you.

You took their orders and then poured their drinks, making sure to move around the bar, refilling for all of your patrons, not just the ones in kuttes. At some point, he had given up the act of trying to impress you with his pool skills. He had gone home with enough money to pay rent plenty of times, and it hadn't ever seemed to really matter to you. He'd gone to the ends of the earth to impress you and get your attention, yet nothing had really worked.

It was the sound of fingers snapping that got your attention, your head turning to follow the sound. There you found a middle-aged man with his hand still up, a permanent scowl etched into his features.

"Bout damn time. Running around here worried about cleaning the counter when you should be worried about getting my order."

His tone was harsh, his scratchy voice even more so and you forced a tight smile, answering him while still not being a doormat.

"You wouldn't want to sit at a dirty bar, now would you?"

You were still professional while letting a slight edge into your voice, but the interaction had caught Gilly's attention, his eyes on the man who scoffed and leaned back in his seat.

"I don't wanna sit at a bar with no drink either, now come on. Get me a beer."

Your eye twitched but you held it together, not unused to shitty demanding men. Reaching over to the fridge, you grabbed him a beer and popped the top, handing it over.

"Enjoy."

You attempted to walk off to the other side then but he just wouldn't quit, his grating voice sounding out again.

"I'd enjoy it more if it didn't take 6 years to get, bitch."

You turned slowly, ready to speak up for yourself when you saw Gilly stand from his seat and calmly walk over to the man. He placed his hand on the back of his neck and squeezed, the shirt collar scrunched up in his grasp. The man winced and tried to turn and get a look at him but Gilly was already leaning down, mouth close to his ear. He spoke quietly, not nearly loud enough for you to hear what he said, but the way the man's eyes widened, it must've not been nice. You looked over at Angel and Coco, both of which were simply watching with entertained smiles.

And then just like that, Gilly was releasing the man. He backed off and you watched as the man hurriedly dug into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled wad of cash and handing it over to you, his voice shaky.

"Sorry about that, ma'am. Won't happen again, I promise. I apologize for my behavior."

Your eyes narrowed as you looked at him, never once having seen any manners from him. He was leaving quickly then, stumbling over his own feet as he tried to leave the bar. Grabbing your tips, you looked back at Gilly, who was now back in his seat, the anger from before slowly dissipating.

"Thank you."

You let your smile from before come out now, eyes twinkling as you looked at him. His smile returned too, the boys getting up and going off to the jukebox to give you guys some privacy.

"You're welcome. I wasn't just going to let him talk to you like that."

You nodded, the Mayan finally getting your attention and approval. Glancing at the clock, you read the time and looked back at him.

"I get off in about 25 minutes. Maybe we could hang out?"

Gilly's smile was all teeth as he nodded enthusiastically.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

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imagininghim · 11 months

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Drunk Dialling

A/N: I have heard the song Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan so much on Tik Tok lately. Everytime I hear it I picture Ez, so of course I had to make a story about it.

I hope you enjoy!

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~~ Flashback ~~

"Swear Ez, it's always the same with you!" She screamed at me, continuing to throw her clothes in a suitcase.

"Mi amour, please we can talk about this!" I said taking ahold of her wrist in attempt to stop her from packing.

"No! It's always the same with you! Club this, Angel that! When is it gonna be me?" She said pulling her wrist from my grasp. I stood there speechless, unsure of what to say. With a sigh, she threw the last of her clothes into the suitcase and zipped it up. "That's what I thought, goodbye Ezekiel." And with that, she picked up the suitcase and walked out the door.

I stayed there and watched her walk out, hoping I would wake up from this nightmare.

~~ End of flashback ~~

It was a regular Friday night at the club, we had been throwing another party. I was sitting at the bar alone, sipping on my fourth or fifth beer of the night when Angel approached me.

"When are you gonna stop sulking little bro? It's been a year, it's time to let her go." With a scoff, I picked up my beer and chugged the rest of it. Signalling the prospect to bring me another as Angel let out a sigh.

"I'm not sulking, I'm just not in a party kind of mood." I said simply.

"You're never in the mood for anything anymore. When are you gonna go back to being your old self again?" I scoffed back at him before taking my beer off the bar and making my way through the crowd. Hearing angel call my name, I ignored it and continued out through the door.

When I got outside, I took a seat on top of the stairs before chugging the rest of my beer and throwing away the empty bottle, the sound of glass shattering in the distance. I pulled my phone out of my jeans and began scrolling through my camera roll and looking at all the pictures of her and I.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the door open and Angel come out.

"You wanna talk about it?" He said, taking the seat beside me on the steps. With a sigh, I slip my phone back into my pocket.

"I miss her." Staring straight ahead, I could feel Angel's eyes on me.

"I know you do, but you can't beat yourself up over it. It's been a year, it's time to move on! Fuck some other bitches and forget her!" I felt anger begin to boil up inside as I stood up and made my down the steps.

"You don't get it!" I snapped. With a sigh, Angel stood up and made his way down the steps and in front of me.

"What don't I get Ez? Huh?!" He snapped back poking at my chest. "It's been a year Ez, she's not coming back! You made your choice, it was her or the club and I know it hurts but you gotta let her fucking go. Ever since she left, all you've been doing is drowning your sorrows in a goddamn bottle instead of moving on!" Anger ran through my veins as I pushed against Angel.

"I can't! Why can't you get that?!" I screamed back at him. "It's not that fucking easy, I love her! Not a goddamn day goes by that I don't see her face, I look for her everywhere I go! I didn't even try to stop her." I felt tears begin forming in my eyes, "I jus- I just let her go, I let her walk out." Angel stared at me in silence. "Why did I let her go?"

"Come on, let's go back inside and forget this." I shook my head before walking past him and over to the steps.

"You go on without me." I said taking a seat. "I'll be in later." Without taking another look at Angel, I heard him let out a sigh before making his way up the steps and back into the club.

As the door closed shut, I pulled out my phone and went into my contacts. Hauling up her contact, I hovered my finger over her number, contemplating on making that call.

Letting the alcohol speak for me, I pressed down on the screen before pulling the phone up to my ear and hearing it ring.

ring... ring... ring... "Hey you reached (Y/N), leave a message and I'll call you back!"

"... Uh, hey... It's Ez... I just wanted to say... I miss you." And with that I hung up the phone. I rubbed my hand over my face, wondering if I was making a mistake leaving her a voicemail. Would she even listen to it? Or would she delete it and pretend I never called?

A million thought swirled around my head as I sat on the steps, the feeling of little wet droplets falling on my skin tore me away from my thoughts.

I let out a sigh, standing up and getting ready to head back into the club when I felt a vibration in my pocket.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)" Flashed across my screen. I slid my finger across the screen, answering the call and placing it against my ear.

"Ez... I miss you too..."

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year

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A Gentle Kind Of Love Masterlist

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Mayans MC Masterlist

Contains: Fluff, angst, longing, pining and yearning, Angel being a shit-stirrer, Manny being dumb, cats, violence, mentions of drugs and drug addiction, shooting and death, Canche, smut. There will be more, and I'll do my best to tag chapter by chapter, please don't hesitate to tell me if I've missed something.

Any mature chapters will be marked per Tumblr's community labels, you will need them turned to show to see them.

More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is. Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical/forensic💉 Triggering material🚩

You and Coco meet overseas when you are doing aid work. When you move to Santo Padre to settle down, your life changes forever when you and Manny strike up a friendship.

Part One - Oh Hello❤❤😨

Part Two - There's Gotta Be Some Butterflies Somewhere.😨❤❤

Part Three - Been Known in is Aching😨❤😨❤

Part Four - On Yearning❤😨😨

Part Five - Like Real People Do😨❤😨❤

Part Six - I Adore You😨❤💦

Epilogue - Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago❤💦❤💦

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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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Disaster Dates: Game Day

Gilly Lopez x F!Reader

Disaster Dates Masterlist

Prompt from This Post: Person A and Person B go to a sporting event together, but the team they’re both rooting for loses brutally.

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: I'm having, what the kids would call, a Gilly Moment. I'm not upset about it. I started this one-shot literally months ago and got inspired on my way home tonight to finally finish it, so here we are!! As always it hasn't been proofread or beta'd but it is filled with love so what more could you want? 😂

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“Stop flinching,” you said with a laugh as you gently cupped his chin in your hand to try and keep his head still.

“I can’t!” He laughed, his face scrunching up as you brought the brush back to his face again, dragging it just light enough for it to be ticklish against his skin.

“You’re telling me that you sat still for how many hours to get those tattoos, but you can’t keep it together for two minutes for a little bit of face paint?”

He tried to shake his head but your fingers on his jaw stopped him from being able to. “If tattoos tickled this much I wouldn’t have so many of them.”

You let out a hum that turned into a laugh. You gave him a couple seconds to get it together before you went back to putting the paint on his face. The whole idea of it had taken a little convincing, but eventually he caved, the same way that he always did with you. He knew that he was never going to hear the end of it from the guys. But the excited look on your face as you sat on the edge of the sink counter in your bathroom, your legs looped loosely around his thighs to keep him pulled close to you so you could easily paint his face, made it so he didn’t care.

You weren’t even dressed for the day yet, your hair still damp from the shower, dressed only in an oversized shirt and your underwear. Gilly, on the other hand, was basically ready to go. Aside from the finishing touches of your face paint, all he had to do was put his sneakers on and he could walk out the door and head to the stadium. Which was something he had been periodically reminding you of all morning as you tried to wear him down about the paint in the first place.

“There!” you said with a laugh as you unfurled your legs from around him. “All done. You’re free.”

He laughed as he leaned to the side so he could look around you and get a better look at himself in the mirror. It really wasn’t as bad or as wild as he’d been envisioning. You didn’t paint his entire face or draw some ridiculous picture on his cheek. He was still going to catch flack for it, but he wasn’t going to wash it off now.

“At least your team has good face painting colors.” You smiled as you looked at him, resting your hand on the smooth jersey fabric that covered his chest.

“You finally gonna get ready now?” He chuckled as he placed a kiss in the center of your forehead.

“Mhm,” you hummed as you slid down off the counter, pinning yourself between that and his body. “From one masterpiece,” you tapped his cheek just below the paint you’d put there, “to the next.” You laughed as you gestured to your own face.

He rolled his eyes but he could only keep his falsely annoyed expression for about two seconds before he smiled and laughed again. He leaned in and kissed you on the lips, pressing you back a little harder against the counter as he did. You rested your hand on the side of his neck as you kissed him, feeling like you were about to melt right into him. You were about to curl the fingers of your other hand into his jersey when he pulled away from you, a smug grin on his face as he pecked you on the lips.

“Better get painting, then.” You could hear his laughter as he made his way out of the bathroom and through the bedroom.

You tilted your chin up as your let your hands brace you steadily against the counter. You exhaled slowly through your mouth, your sigh turning more into a laugh as you got the fluttering in your chest to slow down enough so that you could get ready.

For a little while, the only noise in the house was the music playing from the speaker on your phone. You pulled your outfit together before moving onto your hair and makeup, and your own face paint. You had been expecting Gilly to keep checking in on you, popping up behind you in the mirror with a smart comment. But, surprisingly enough, he only heckled you from the other side of the house.

He had been doing his best to be patient, but eventually he was convinced that you must’ve stopped getting ready. Getting up off the couch, he started to make his way back towards your room. He was just about to stride through the door when you came out from the other side, stopping him in his tracks.

You laughed, leaning against his chest. “You were coming to make sure I didn’t get distracted, weren’t you?”

Even though he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of knowing him that well, he cracked a smile. “Can’t blame me for that.”

“Maybe not.” Stepping back, you held your arms out. “I am ready, though!”

His grin grew a little wider. “Lookin’ good.”

“We always are.” You flipped off the light in the bedroom and stepped past him. “Now come on—we gotta get going!”

He had a few sarcastic remarks resting on the tip of this tongue but he stopped himself. He could at least save the ribbing for when you were around the rest of the guys. Surely they would all have plenty to say when you both showed up to tailgate looking the way you did. He was ready for it, and you’d been around the guys enough for him to know that you were ready for it too. One thing was for sure—you never let anyone get in the way of your fun.

When Gilly opened the driver’s door to his truck, he saw you already camped out in the passenger seat, sneakers perched up on the dash while you hooked your phone up to his radio. He chuckled and shook his head, not commenting about you volunteering to play DJ despite the fact that the two of you had wildly different tastes in music.

Just like Gilly thought, the guys had their fair share of fun when the two of you showed up to tailgate. It didn’t last as long as he had thought it was going to, but the guys certainly got their commentary in rapid-fire. The only person who didn’t roast the two of you too much was EZ, and that was only because Gaby had talked him into wearing matching jerseys so he didn’t have much to talk anyway.

“Holy shit,” you said with a laugh as the whole crew of you made your way to your seats. “This is insane!”

“You never been to a football game before?” Angel asked, his sarcasm telling you that he really didn’t know the answer to the question.

“Not like this,” you told him honestly, shaking your head as you found the right seat number for yourself. “I went to a couple college games and stuff back home but this?” You gestured broadly to the field and the seemingly endless rows of seats around you. “This is unreal.”

“Shit,” Angel shook his head, “tell Gilly he’s gotta fuckin’ take you out more or something.”

Gilly threw his hands up in exasperation. “Angel. Come on.”

You laughed, resting your hand on the outside of Gilly’s arm. “Stop. He’s kidding.” You turned and shot Angel a look. “Right?”

Angel gave you a small smirk as he nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets for a moment. “Yea, sure. Kidding.”

You laughed as Gilly gave him a good shove, seeing that it resolved the discussion as you all moved onto more pressing matters, like the game that was about to start. The excitement in the stadium was palpable, vibrating straight through to your bones. You had to admit that you hadn’t really been sure if it would live up to all the hype, but the game had barely even started and you were already having a great time.

Football had never been something you would’ve said that you loved. You didn’t dislike it. When the guys would come over to yours and Gilly’s house to watch it on Sunday’s you would always join, and you never had a bad time. But it wasn’t something you ever found yourself overly invested in. You knew the basics, you knew a bit about the teams that they were all fans of, but you never felt like you had any skin in the game.

It took about ten minutes of your first stadium game to completely change all of that.

Gilly couldn’t remember the last time he saw you so into something. There were a few points where he was fairly certain that you forgot he was there at all. He didn’t mind it, though. If anything, he thought it was funny, thought it was great. Seeing you cheering and getting along with the rest of the guys made the game almost not matter to him anymore.

Almost.

By the third quarter of the game, the amount of cheering had decreased drastically. Gilly didn’t want your first big stadium game to be a game where your team lost, but it certainly looked like it was going to shape up that way. He didn’t want to tell you that, but he also knew that you weren’t stupid—you knew that things weren’t going well for your guys.

“Fuck,” Angel said as he shook his head when your team (which was also his team for the day) called a time-out. He slapped his hands down on his legs before standing up. “I’m getting a fuckin’ beer.” He turned and looked at the rest of you. “Anyone else?”

Gilly nodded, throwing his hand up for a moment. “Me. Anything to make this less fuckin’ embarrassing,” he said, gesturing to the field to emphasize his point.

Angel was laughing and shaking his head at Gilly as you stood up, grabbing your purse as you did. “I’ll come with you—I want one too.”

“Nah, nah,” Angel waved you off, “stay here. I got it.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “You sure?”

“Yea, that’s why I asked.”

You thought on it for a moment, but decided not to push it. “Okay. At least take this.” You pulled some cash out and slapped it into the palm of his hand. “You know, since they want a fucking mortgage payment for a drink here.”

Angel laughed, shaking his head as he stuffed the money into his pocket. “You’re the best, querida.” He pulled you into a side-hug, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of your head. “I don’t care what Gilly says.”

Gilly rolled his eyes at Angel as you plopped back down in the seat next to him. “Now you can buy me two beers, motherfucker.”

Angel laughed as he started making his way towards the aisle. “Fine by me—drinks are on your girl.”

“Motherfucker,” Gilly mumbled under his breath as Angel walked away.

Leaning over, you couldn’t help but to laugh as you pressed a kiss to Gilly’s jaw and slipped your hand into his. “You’re just bitter because your team is losing.”

“Hey,” he looked over at you, the smirk tugging at his lips going in direct opposition to the serious tone he was trying to have, “they’re your team today too.”

You laughed, nodding. “Yea, I guess that’s true.”

By the time the game was coming to an end, the whole crew of you had gone through far too many overpriced beers, and shouted way more profanities than necessary at the men on the field who had no shot in hell at hearing you. The same energy at the beginning of the game that had been channeled into so much excitement, was now being funneled into something not nearly as positive and light-hearted.

You looked around your whole area of the stadium. “Holy shit,” you repeated yourself from earlier in the day.

“What?” Gilly peeled his eyes off the field and looked over at you.

“This,” you said as you shook your head, “is unreal.” You looked over at him. “We gonna be safe getting out of here?”

“Oh, yea,” he laughed as he said it. “This is nothing. Trust me. We’ll be fine.”

“Yea,” EZ chimed in from the row behind you, “Gilly just lofts guys out of the way to clear a path. We’ll be the first ones out.”

Gilly rolled his eyes. “Shut the fuck up.”

You were laughing too hard to feed into Gilly’s annoyance. “I mean, not for nothing, I’d kind of love to see that.”

“You just might.” You could hear the annoyance in his voice. “These fuckers,” he gestured to the men on the field, “are gonna be the first ones to go.”

“Pfft,” Angel scoffed, “you fuckin’ serious? These guys will make you look Bishop-sized. No way you’re gonna fuckin’ toss ‘em.”

You were laughing so hard that you were leaning into Gilly’s side for support. “That is, wow,” you could hardly get the sentence out between your laughs, “that’s such a fucking comparison oh my god.”

All of you refocused your attention on the field just in time to see the clock officially run itself down to zero. The game brought itself to a very unceremonious end for you all, however the fans of the other team were cheering loud enough for the rest of the city to hear, no doubt. You were disappointed about the loss, sure, but the excitement of your first big game in a big stadium like this was enough to balance it out for you. Gilly and the rest of the guys who did this on a more frequent basis, however, didn’t share your fondness of a silver lining.

“Know the worst part of all this?” Gilly asked as you all got ready to leave.

You looked over at him curiously. “What’s that?”

“I’m gonna owe Creep fifty bucks,” he said, shaking his head.

“You’ve gotta stop betting him, bro,” Angel said with a laugh as you all started descending the stairs to make your way out and towards the parking lot. “You never fuckin’ win.”

“I will one of these days!”

Angel looked at you. “Tell him he’s gotta stop with that shit. He’s gonna make you take a second mortgage out on the house or some shit.”

You laughed, grasping Gilly’s hand with your own and interlocking your fingers. “I think we’ll be alright.” You paused. “If football season went all year round it would be a different story.”

Gilly scoffed, playfully trying to pull his hand away from yours. “Thought you were supposed to be on my side.”

You laughed, pulling yourself closer to him as you continued walking. “I am on your side! I was cheering for the losing team for you today—doesn’t get much more on your side than that.”

“Damn,” Gilly chuckled, breaking the façade he’d been trying to put up with you, “harsh.”

“You know this means you gotta bring her to another one,” EZ said as you all reached the parking lot. “Preferably one where your team doesn’t get fucking wiped.”

“Shut the fuck up, Boy Scout,” Gilly shot back with a laugh. “You’re in the same boat as me.”

“Yes, but,” Gaby chimed in with a soft laugh, “he already got tickets for another game in a few weeks.”

Angel was practically cackling as he walked beside you. “Fuckin’ Boy Scout.”

When it came time for you to finally all split off and go in your separate directions, you all started saying goodbye and passing around hugs. There were plenty of promises to go to another game together soon, one where you could cheer for a team that would actually win. In the meantime, you promised everyone that you were more than content to keep hosting everyone on Sunday’s. At least the drinks would be cheaper that way. The goodbye process took longer than it needed to, the same way it always did, especially since you would all be seeing each other again within the week anyway. Still, though, it was nice.

You and Gilly peeled away from the rest of them, walking deeper into the rows of cars to get to his pickup truck. It was just the two of you now, your hand still firmly grasped in his as he dug his keys out of his pocket. You watched him, unable to stop the smile on your face as you did.

Both of you had been ready to spend an unreal amount of time waiting to leave the parking lot, but surprisingly it didn’t take nearly as long as you had thought it might. When the two of you were back out onto the road, you resumed your earlier position of having your feet on the dash and leaning over the center console so the outside of your arm was pressed up against Gilly’s.

“Despite the brutal loss,” you started with a laugh, “did you have a good time today?”

Gilly took his eyes off the road for a second so he could look over at you and smile. He took his hand that was on the console and rested it on your thigh. “I did, yea. Despite the brutal fuckin’ loss,” he added with a laugh. He paused for a moment before asking, “Did you have a good time?”

You burst out laughing. “Are you kidding me? That was so much fun! I get why you guys do it now. I, I get it.”

“You think we just did it because—”

“Because it’s like, your Macho Man Thing, yea,” you finished for him.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Wow. Tough crowd.”

“Not as tough as you apparently.” You saw the look on his face and laughed. “I hope for your sake more than mine that next time, your team wins.”

“It’s just a better game when they do!” he argued with a laugh.

“I know, I know,” you told him, patting his hand with your own.

“Don’t do that.” He laughed. “I’m not five.”

“Hmm,” you hummed in amusement, “you’re sort of acting like you’re five.”

“Shut up,” he said, laughing and pulling his hand away from you.

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized, giggling as you snatched his hand back and put it back where it had been on your thigh.

He took another second to look over at you again. “I love you.”

You turned your head, your smile beaming at him from the passenger seat. “I love you too.”

Looking back at the road in front of him, he asked, “This shit gonna be hard to get off my face when we get home?”

You laughed and shook your head. “It won’t be that hard to wash off, no.”

“What’s so funny?”

“I just think that your pouting works better with the face paint, that’s all,” you said as you tried not to giggle at the ridiculousness of it all.

He rolled his eyes at you but there was no stopping the smile on his face or the amusement in his voice as he said, “Yea, this is definitely coming off as soon as we get home.”

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broiderie · 1 year

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 13

First things first - I'm terrified to be putting this up. It's my first attempt at anything passed make-out sessions. Please be gentle about it. And as always - don't steal my shit.

Warnings: nightmare, 18+ scene, cursing, talk of guns and weapons. Let me know if I missed anything please.

A few hours later, Hank startled awake as the dog nudged him with his nose. He started to get up when he realized that Rex wasn’t going to the door. Instead he was looking at Megan. Hank realized that he had been so tired from the day, he’d slept through what sounded like the beginning of a major nightmare from Megan.

He quickly reached to soothe her as he heard a muffled scream from her throat. “Easy, mi princessa. Easy. I’m here.” He eased her over onto her back so that she could feel him easier and he could stop her from hurting herself in her thrashing as he shifted to kneel between her knees. He braced his hands on her waist to keep her from rolling onto her bad side. “Wake up, Megan. Wake up, baby. You’re safe. I’m here. You’re safe with me.” He gave her a little shake, hoping to jar her awake a bit, but the nightmare had a strong hold on her.

Megan tossed her head and reached with her free arm whimpering as she tried to move the other one.

He looked around and saw Rex watching from the floor. “Rex, come.” He patted the bed for the big dog, who jumped up. He moved over and put himself on Megan’s good side before encouraging Rex to lay across her legs and waist. Once the dog was steadying her, Hank moved to stroke her face and neck gently. “It’s just a dream, Princessa. I’m right here. Shhh. Easy, baby. Wake up for me.”

Megan’s eyes opened suddenly and she sobbed out a breath before reaching for him again.

He pressed his forehead to hers gently and let her cling to him. “Shh. Easy, mi Princessa. I’m right here. You’re safe, baby. Nothing’s getting through me.” Rex whined a bit. “Or Rex. He’s here too, baby. We’ve got you.”

Megan nodded as she worked to control her panic. She pressed her hand to his chest feeling his heartbeat and breathing as she sobbed.

He moved up to cradle her close and let her calm against his bare chest. When she curled into him, Rex moved up to support her back. Sandwiched between the two of them, Megan slowly calmed. Her breath evened out and she snuggled close. “Sorry.”

“You’re okay, mi amore. We’ve got you,” he whispered gently. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Megan shook her head. “It hasn’t changed.”

Rex licked her ear gently before laying his head down behind hers.

Megan giggled and whispered, “Good dog.”

Hank reached over her to pet him. “Yes, he is.” He laid back down and kissed her gently. “Think you can sleep again? Or should I get the book?”

Megan yawned. “Can we just… stay like this awhile?”

He cradled her close and stroked her hair out of her face before kissing her deeply, but gently. “Of course, mi amore. Rest. We’ve got you.”

Megan slowly relaxed in his arms and he watched as she fell back asleep. He smiled a little, but didn’t dare move for fear of her waking back up. One glance at the close on what used to be his nightstand and was now Rex’s, showed that it wouldn’t be long before she woke up anyway. Better that she get all the sleep she could.

A few hours later, Rex nudged Hank again before going to the door. This time, he did need out. “Alright buddy, I’m coming.” He tried to disentangle himself from Megan, but she woke up. “Easy, mi princessa. Just taking Rex out. Go back to sleep,” he tried.

Megan whined and stretched before sitting up. “‘Kay. Let’s go.” SHe slid out of bed slowly and slipped her feet into the flip flops he bought her for the beach.

He chuckled and stood to put on his slides while she clipped the leash to Rex’s collar.

They took him out and let him do his business before heading back inside. The coffee shop was just opening in the lobby as they passed it, Megan slowed down. “Want a cup? Papa and the tíos won’t be up yet.”

Hank smiled. “Sure, mi reina. Let’s get a cup. We can charge it to the room.”

They went to the counter and Hank ordered for them. Black coffee for him. Coffee with cream and three sugars for Megan.

“And - a puppichino for the puppy dog…” the female barista said with a wink.

Megan giggled and held the cup of whipped cream down for Rex. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome!”

They took their coffee and walked back to the suite. It was early. Very early. The sun hadn’t started to rise quite yet. Megan found a door off the common room that led to a balcony overlooking the desert and took Rex out there. Hank detoured to their room to pull the comforter off the bed. He joined Megan on the balcony and wrapped her gently in the comforter before standing behind her. He held her back against his chest and kissed her temple as they watched the sun begin to rise.

“A new day,” she said.

He smiled. “A new day, mi amore. Today, you start something new. Are you anxious?”

“A little. This helps.” She leaned back against him a little more.

“Good. It’s supposed to.” He kissed her temple again. “Nothing has to change, mi amore. Not with the club. Not with the family. All this does is mean we can stick closer together. You can come on runs. Know everything and be right with us no matter what, and no one can say shit. Not Galindo, not the Irish, not anyone.” He rocked them gently back and forth. “That’s all any of this has to mean, baby. I can handle everything else when it comes down to it.”

“And if I want it to be more?” Megan asked. “If I want to help you, help the club?”

“Then you do, mi reina. But only on your own terms. Your papa and I will make sure of that. Everything is on your terms.” He nuzzled her ear and neck. “I promise you.”

“I trust you.” She tugged his hand inside the blanket he had wrapped around her and placed it against her skin where her tank top had ridden up above her sweats.

“Good girl.” He kissed her neck gently and pressed her closer. “You look absolutely beautiful right now, Princessa. You have no idea.” He pressed himself against her back. “I love you, mi reina.”

Megan sucked in a breath and turned her head to meet his eyes. “Hank?”

“Yes, mi amore. Yes. I said it. I love you.” He leaned his forehead against hers.

Megan’s eyes teared and she kissed him softly. “I love you too. So much.”

He smiled and kissed her back. He let her turn into him so that she was facing him and kissed her again, sliding an arm around her waist and holding her as tight as her cast and sling allowed. His other hand cradled her neck and face, guiding her to kiss him deeper.

When he sensed her getting short of breath, he guided his kisses across her jaw and down her neck to nibble and gently suck a mark on her neck where it met her good shoulder as she moaned softly in his ear.

He chuckled and nudged her chin up with his nose so he could press more kisses there. “That’a girl,” he whispered as he gently nibbled under her ear. He felt her nails against the small of his back as she tried desperately to pull herself closer to him.

He walked himself backwards, tugging her along, to sit on the patio couch, pulling her to sit astride him. He kissed her again and felt her hops press into his, making his breath catch.

The rising sun highlighted her dark hair and as the blanket fell, he caught glimpses of her skin through her thin white tank top. The yellowing bruises made him pause.

Megan moaned softly again and it snapped him back to the pleasant feeling of the woman he loved on top of him. His hands shift to her hips, pressing her tight against his own, but allowing her to move at her own pace as she rocked against him. He stoked the skin over her low slung sweats with his thumbs encouragingly. “Good girl, mi Princessa.” He kissed her deeply again as her hand ran through his hair to cup the back of his neck as her hips rocked.

Megan whimpered a moan, causing him to groan into the kisses. One of his hands shifted to her lower back under her clothes to guide her motions and support ehr as her back arched. He kissed down her neck again to place wet kisses across her cleavage. “Mmm. That’a girl. Does that feel good, Princessa?” He chuckled against her skin as she nodded, too breathless to speak. “Good.” He sucked another mark at the top of her breast as he guided her rock against him a little harder and faster. She moaned and threw her head back at the increase in pressure. “There you go, amore. Are you close?” He lowered his head to suck gently at a hardened nipple through her shirt.

Megan whined softly and Hank took that as the affirmative. He smiled up at her and nipped gently at her bottom lip. “Let go for me, mi reina. I’ve got you.” She gasped softly and quivered against him as he helped her rock through her pleasure. He watched her face and slowed the motion to pull her against his bare chest. “Shhh,” he whispered. He stroked soothing motions down her spine as she shuddered her way through the come down. “Good girl.” He buried his face in her neck and breathed her in.

Once her breathing evened out, he pulled the blanket back up to cover her against his chest. She nuzzled close, kissing his skin and he grinned at how boneless she was against him. “You okay, mi princessa?” he asked quietly, continuing to stroke her back. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Megan giggled a little. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You’re still hard.” She looked up at him from her spot on his chest and stroked a hand down his bare side.

He smiled and shifted to kiss her nose. “I’m not the one with broken bones, mi amore. I’m fine. I can wait.” He kissed her softly.

Her eyes closed at his gentle kiss. “Mmm. I’m perfect,” she whispered, keeping her eyes shut and resting against him.

“Good. Let’s get showered and changed. The others will be up soon, and you need to eat.” He stood carefully, wrapping her legs around him and carrying her to the bathroom in their room.

After quick showers for both of them, Hank dressed himself for the meeting with Galindo in jeans and a t-shirt with his green and black plaid over it. He grinned as he realized the shirt smelled like Megan from when she borrowed it.

Megan was digging through her duffle. “What should I wear? I know this meeting is important to the club, but a dress doesn’t feel appropriate for what we’re trying to introduce me as.” She looked up at him.

“Well, you’ll be wearing your kutte for one. We want him to get used to seeing you in it. Think of it as a uniform,” Hank said.

Megan nodded. “The black jeans then.” She pulled them out. Her hand lingered on Hank’s soft colors a moment.

“You can wear them, mi reina,” he said with a smile as he buttoned his cuffs. “I love it when you do.”

She smiled back. “Me too, but it might not look good if we’re establishing me as an officer in my own right. Especially since we don’t want anyone thinking I slept my way in. You can’t take Galindo to the ring.”

Hank chuckled but nodded. “True enough, but I’d sure try if he said something.”

She pulled out another plain black t-shirt and added it to her pile to change into. She finished it off with her new boots from Taza. Hank helped her to unwrap her towel and dress carefully before gathering her blank kutte with a smile. Megan grabbed her hair stuff and they went out to the common room where everyone else was gathering for breakfast.

As morning greetings were exchanged, a cart with breakfast came to the door pushed by Adam, himself. Taza went to speak with him.

Megan sat down her hair bag and waited patiently. Creeper gently touched her elbow. “Need help, Little Princess?”

Megan smiled at him. “Maybe a little. Hard to braid with a busted arm.”

“Can I try? I’ve been practicing since your pop showed me how,” he asked. “I know it’s something special you two do, but -”

Megan smiled at the bald man brightly, “Sure Creep. Thanks.”

He grinned and stood behind her. “I’m not great yet, but let’s see what I can do.” He carefully divided her hair and managed a single french braid. It was a little lopsided and not very tight, but he managed it.

Hank watched with a soft smile as Megan let Creeper braid her hair. When the bald man tied it off triumphantly, he checked Megan’s hair bag. “Here, Creep. Tuck this in at the top.” He handed him one of the combs Diana had gifted Megan that she had yet to wear. It was silver filigree.

Creeper gently slid the comb in with a smile of triumph. “There ya go, Little Princess.”

Megan grinned. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Marcus chuckled and brought Megan a cup of coffee. “Damn, Poquito. Who knew bikers could braid.”

“Ah, gimme time. I’ll get better at it,” Creeper said with a laugh.

Taza chuckled as well as he brought Megan a plate. “Pretty good for a first try, brother.”

“Figured if I fucked it up, at least you could fix it, man.”

“True enough. Looks good though.” Taza sat the plate down in front of Megan. “Here, Chica. Adam remembered about the pineapple. There’s also almond butter for your toast if you want it.”

Megan’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

Hank took that as his que and brought it along with his own plate and the honey. “Here you go, Princessa.”

“Thank you!” Megan said, smiling up at him before carefully spreading a little on her toast.

All of the men gathered around eating breakfast casually and talking. Most of them were planning to hit the casino while the others went to the bike shop. Coco claimed EZ for the day and Megan watched as Angel and Gilly sighed before declaring that they’d stick close too. Riz and the Oakland boys also planned to stay, leaving Creeper to go along this time with Megan, Hank, Taza and her padrinos.

“We’re just picking up the patches, right?” Megan asked seriously.

“Maybe a few other things, Chica,” Taza said with a smile.

She rolled her eyes. “There are TWO vehicles out there loaded down with ‘other things’, Papa…”

Bishop snorted at the sass. “Maybe so, Poquito, but the van isn’t full yet.”

The other men laughed.

Marcus smiled at her from across the table. “Relax, Poquito. We’ll just look for things you might like to customize your new rides, alright? Besides, last time I was there, there was a whole section for dogs. We can pick some things out for Rex.”

That made Megan pause as she glanced at her big dog, who was contentedly eating in the corner. “Well… he does need some things…”

Bishop grinned. “That’a girl, Poquito.”

After breakfast, Megan went to gather the rest of her things. She didn’t even flinch at leaving the room where her father and Hank were. She brought out both holsters and her new knife. She debated the thigh bag, but decided against it for the day since they would only leave the casino to go to the bike shop.

Hank grinned as he saw her carrying things. “Need some help, mi princessa?”

“Please. If I’m going to do this shit, it won’t be unarmed.” She smiled sheepishly.

“Too right, ma,” Coco said as he came out of his room shrugging on his own kutte. “Anyone bring her kevlar?”

All the men shook their heads.

Coco looked at Bishop. “Prez - I don’t like it.”

Marcus held up a pacifying hand. “I’ve got Marco on it. There’s some that are more concealable than our usual and he’s gonna get it before the meeting. It’ll be lighter on her too.”

Bishop gestured at Coco. “See. We’ve got her covered.”

Megan shook her head. “Gonna bubblewrap me while you’re at it?”

Hank grinned as he started threading her knife sheath on her belt for her. He was sure to do it so the hilt was reachable with her left hand. He ducked his head and chuckled as some of the men stared at her in shock.

Coco shrugged. “Think it’ll help?”

José snorted into his coffee as he laughed.

Megan grinned. “Probably not.”

Taza passed by as he went to retrieve his own kutte and jacket and dropped a kiss on her hair. “That’a girl,” he said as he went.

Marco chuckled and shook his head. “Princessa’s got sass this morning.”

Hank just grinned as he stood from fastening her ankle holster. “Told you. You should see her behind a bar.”

Megan giggled.

“Alright, mi amore. Ready for your shoulder rig?” Hank asked, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

Megan took a deep breath and nodded.

Hank unstrapped her sling while she supported ehr arm. Then he carefully maneuvered the holster over her cast and situated it before strapping her sling back into place.

“Yo... Don’t that hurt?” Gilly asked.

Hank quickly got the other shoulder on her and adjusted buckles while Megan breathed through the pain.

Once he was done, Megan smiled tightly. “Not so much once it’s on. This rig distributes the weight more towards my back than my collar bone. Besides- it’s easier for me to draw left-handed this way.”

Gilly winced. “Why not the waist holster until you heal?”

Megan shrugged her good shoulder. “The weight isn’t bad. I promise. And this is more concealable. Plus, I kept dropping my gun drawing from the waist with my left.”

Gilly shook his head. “If this wasn’t with Galindo, I’d say stick to the pee shooter.” He pointed at her ankle. “But I know you’d rather your 9.”

Hank frowned at Gilly. “She knows what she’s doing, man.” He looked Megan over. “All good, Princessa? Need adjusted anywhere?”

Megan smiled up at him. “All good, but I forgot something to cover my holster…”

“I can get something if you want to harness Rex, mi amore. Flannel or hoody?” Hank asked.

“Flannel please. Doesn’t matter which one,” she said with a smile as she popped up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

“Alright. Be right back.” Hank went to find her a flannel in their room.

Megan called Rex over and got him to step into his harness before looking at Gilly. “He’s not wrong. You’re going to have to trust that I know what I’m doing at some point, Gilly. Best to start with me knowing my own limits.” She clipped the harness closed and petted Rex gently. “My body. My choice.”

Gilly shrugged uncomfortably and glanced around before realizing that she’d said it quiet enough not to draw attention from the other men in the room. “I know. Sorry, Princessa. I just don’t like to think you’re in pain.”

Megan nodded. “I understand, but Gilly…” she looked him straight in the eyes. “Not your girl. Not your choice.”

He winced and nodded. “Alright, Princessa. I get the picture.”

“Good.” She stood and patted his shoulder as Hank returned with a dark green flannel.

“Here, Princessa. Let’s get this on you.”

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Companion piece can be found here.

Summary: Gilly has always known you were the one. Even when he pushed you away. For years he tortured himself until one day you came back home to Santo Padre to stay. As always 18+, general themes of the show.

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"So you gonna get the balls to ask her out or what?" inquired Coco as he slid into the chair next to Gilly who had been watching you play pool with Angel. Gilly sighed as he took a drink of his beer. "I don't know that I deserve her man. Not after how I ended things" he replied remorsefully. "I mean she seems like the forgiving type. Boy Scout and Angel broke that Snowman thing her mama got her and she forgave them. Not like you beat the shit out of her or something heinous" shrugged Coco as he fixed his gaze on his best friend.

Gilly pondered the events of the last few weeks. Coco had a fair point about your forgiving nature. Though he still couldn't look back on that fateful day he had up ended both your lives and not feel like an ogre. "You spent over three grand on a snowman. Don't act like she's not special. We all see it man. Forgive yourself for being an idiot and then get your girl" Coco stated firmly before casting a look over to where you and Angel were laughing. "If you don't make your move soon. One of us will have too" he added with a grin. "None of you are man enough for her" snapped Gilly his eyes flashing with anger at the idea of one of his brothers putting moves on you.

"Simmer down" muttered Coco as he laughed at how easily Gilly had been riled. "Seriously though. We all like her man. She fits in well. Like she's always been around. Gilly rolled his eyes "You just like the free food Coco". Coco shrugged before standing up. "What can I say I'm a simple man. Gilly laughed loudly "Simple is right".

The next morning Gilly woke up with you on his mind. Which wasn't unusual but this time he could feel your presence like you were next to him in his bed. He rolled over breathing deeply into the pillow and could almost make out your scent. The conversation last night with Coco had only spurred his feelings on. He knew he needed to tell you he still had feelings for you. That he had never stopped but he was unsure if you would be accepting. Had too much time passed for him to make amends? Yes you had let him back into your life but he could still feel a wall between the two of you that he wasn't sure he could break through. He got dressed quickly knowing he needed to make a couple stops before he went over to your house.

***

Gilly kneeled down in front of the headstone and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and dusted it off. He then put the wildflower bouquet into the vase next to it before taking a deep breath. He was more nervous then he expected given that he had been doing this routine every week for several months and speaking to the dead wasn't unusual for him.

"Morning Mama Kay" he uttered as he cleared his throat. "Your little girl is still doing fine, I know you know that" he chuckled to himself. "She sure misses ya a lot. I do too. You always saw the good in me and were the only adult who gave a damn about me. You gave me a sanctuary from war zone I was born into. I hope you know how thankful I was growing up." A burst of wind pushed at him out of no where. "Alright, alright no need to shove" Gilly mumbled as he put his hands up in defeat.

"I guess what I came here to say is I am gonna finally ask her to give me a second chance. I know I don't deserve one and honestly she is still too good for me. I know my lifestyle is.....dangerous but I promise you I would never let anything happen to her." Gilly paused as he collected his thoughts trying to stop the rambling. He could hear Mama Kay's voice telling him to get to the point. Gilly took a deep breath then turned his face up to the sky. " I'm ready to be the man she needs and I just want to know if that is okay with you?" blurted Gilly as he bowed his head and closed his eyes. Several minutes passed before he felt a gentle warmth brush his cheek. "Thank you Mama Kay" he whispered before kissing the headstone and getting up to head back to his bike.

***

Gilly sat waiting for your answer. You nodded and looked down at your mug of tea as you considered what Gilly had told you. The difference of this conversation versus the one that gutted you was not lost on you. He had laid all his cards on the table. He could only hope you had forgiven him for being a dumb kid all those years ago when he had broken up with you hours before getting on a plane for his first deployment. He had been in love with you since that first crooked smile you had flashed his way in eight grade. By your freshmen year the two of you were a couple and glued to each others sides through high school and your first two years of college.

He did his best to tell you he was not the right man for you and never would be. That he could never provide you the life you wanted and deserved. He remembered almost giving in when you dropped to your knees into the dirt and gravel latching onto his pant leg as you pleaded with him. You told him how much he meant to you and that you loved him and wanted only him forever. You denied his words that he wasn't enough or good enough for your love. The tears poured down your face and the urge to wipe them away was overwhelming. He choked back his own sob as he pried you off him and picked you up.

Squeezing your arms just enough to quiet your sobs he drove the final nail home. "Tell me why you can't get it through your head I don't want you any more" he had asked you. He watched every emotion play across your face before you quietly asked "Why? Why are you being so cruel?" He never gave you an answer he just simply let you go and turned his back on you. Your sobs echoed in his head every night as he recalled getting in his car and driving away.

You didn't know this but he only got a half mile down the road before he was sobbing himself. He was only going to stay in the military for so long but each time he set foot on U.S soil his actions hit him like a ton of bricks all over again. He could only blame himself for his loneliness. Which is why he had reached out to Mama Kay. Wanting to feel a connection back home but also wanting to see how you were doing. He had been pleased to get a letter back that was full of warmth, love and a photo of the two of you.

Reaching across the table you took his hand in yours and swallowed hard. If this was going to work you were going to have to tell him a secret that you had harbored all these years. That you had banned your mother from telling him as well once you realized they had reconnected. Gilly watched you closely and held his breath as he watched two tears trail down your cheeks. "I never stopped loving you Gilly. You were always the one for me too. I want to try again too" you started as he smiled happily at you.

"I need to tell you something though first". You were getting ready to hurt him and you hated yourself for it. "I was pregnant." you whispered as you looked down at the table unable to see the pain crush the bear of a man in front of you. Gilly felt like a train had ran him over as his brain rushed to understand. The implication of your words hit him. Not only had he left you while you were in a vulnerable state but something had happened as well. Gilly blinked back tears. Monsters don't get to grieve he thought to himself.

You tensed as you heard Gilly get up from his chair and your heart dropped. You were losing him again. Sobs wracked your body as you felt the pain of both losses all over again. "Shhhh. Its okay" murmured Gilly as he knelt next to you grabbing your hands in his. "I'm not going anywhere. Right here is where I want to be" he added as you cried into his shoulder.

After a few moments you had calmed down some. Gilly carefully used his thumb to brush the lingering tears from your face. "May I ask what happened?' he asked quietly as he met your eyes. You simply nodded as your heart clenched and your stomach rolled at the memory. "I was depressed, scared and angry. The pregnancy was so extremely difficult and we were high risk on top of everything. I was bedridden for most of it in the hopes not working and such would help with the stress and symptoms.

I went into labor too early still, ended up going into cardiac arrest and she didn't make it. She was a tiny little thing and she fought like hell to live but...." you stated just shaking your head as the memories played in your mind. The whirring of machines, panic stricken faces, yelling nurses and doctors as they tried to save both of you. Then the darkness came as you started to fade away. The next thing you remember was waking up to your Mama praying over you as she squeezed your hands.

"I'm so sorry. I know it doesn't mean anything and it won't fix what happened or fix the pain" stated Gilly as he caressed your cheek gently. "This news doesn't change how I feel about you though. I hope you know that". "I will always regret what I did and that I wasn't here for you.

You closed your eyes as you leaned into the tender caresses letting his words wash over you. "I've felt like a failure for so long Gilly. Couldn't keep my man, couldn't be pregnant correctly, couldn't keep my baby alive. I felt like I was never suppose to know love, kindness or grace. Mama always told me I was wrong. She always talked highly of you." you murmured as you thought back onto some of your moms last words.

"Gilly was a scared boy who made a mistake. We all make mistakes. Its how you fix a mistake that matters.

"Your mama was something special. Just like you" replied Gilly as he smiled before leaning forward and gently placing a kiss on your lips. "Let me love you and cherish until death knocks for us" he whispered as he pulled back slightly. "I love you" you murmured before meeting his lips again.

***

Kneeling down at the tiny bear shaped tombstone you gently cleaned away the dirt and weeds as your hands shook slightly. "Sofia, my sweet angel. I want you to finally meet your daddy" you murmured as you looked up at Gilly who had tears in his eyes. "Hi, sweetie. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me the most." stated Gilly as he moved to his knees and laid a bouquet of flowers down before kissing the tombstone.

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band--psycho · 6 months

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New Character Update

So there's a few characters that I've been meaning to write for, I have a few ideas of my own but I would love to get some requests for them!!

The new character are:

LT. Simon 'Ghost' Riley - Modern Warfare

CPT. John Price - Modern Warfare

Alucard (Adrian Tepes)- Castlevania

Treveor Belmont - Castlevania

Gilber 'Gilly' Lopez - Mayans M.C

Hank Loza - Mayans M.C

Angel Reyes- Mayans M.C

Nestor Oceteva - Mayans M.C

As I said before I would love to get some requests for any of the characters above (the requests can be fluffly, angsty, smutty, or a mixture of all of them if you wish).

I will be continuing to post the stories for my 3.6k drabble challenge in the mean time so stay tuned for those as well!

Thank you all for your continued support! 💛

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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You leave me no choice … I’m addicted to your (Gilly) drabbles! Can I have him with soothing, harsh, and brother, please?

Hello! Why yes, you can! He isn't on my list of men I write for, but I will be putting him on there, because why not? :)

Slight smut below the cut, minors DNI!

The hot water surrounding you is soothing to your marked-up skin, stinging a little where the rope he had you tied with the night before burned against your flesh.

The act could perhaps be seen as harsh by some, letting your burly lover tie you so helplessly, bound up as he'd fucked you savagely, but the words he'd whispered while he'd done had been nothing but sweet. That is, after all, the duality of Gilly Lopez you fell in love with in the first place.

He enters the bathroom, studying you curiously. "I thought you were heading out with your brother today, dulce?"

You shake your head. "I took a raincheck. I'll never be able to cover all of these," you begin, gesturing to the dark pink of the rope grazes that adorn your arms and chest, "and he'll only ask too many questions I don't want to answer. He doesn't understand kink."

Gilly nods, leaning to kiss your lips, his thick beard tickling your skin, a deep rumbling chuckle echoing his throat. "Well, if you got a free day ahead, I might have to think of a couple of ways I can add a few more. You enjoy your bath for now though, princess."

He leaves you with a tingle spreading from between your legs just at the very thought of enjoying whatever it is he has in store.

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scribbuluswrites · 2 years

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The Threat

Since I’m too excited about all of this, I’m posting again! Who needs a schedule??

As always, thank you so much for joining me on this lovely little journey far from canon. We don’t need her. :)

All of your comments/interactions/reblogs just mean so much. I appreciate all of them, and they fuel my writer fingers to keep writing. :)

EZ glanced up from the cards in his hand. The club had a meeting later that day, and he had some time to kill between his shift at the yard and Templo. He was relieved to no longer be a prospect, but it was a rough time to finally become a patched member. Part of him wished he didn’t have to be directly involved in all of this shit.

Coco’s car was coming down the gravel drive, leaving a spray of dust and dirt behind it. He had barely parked up when Gilly moved across the lot faster than any of them had seen him move in a long while. EZ shook his head, keeping his focus on the cards in his hand. This wasn’t a scene he really wanted to watch.

Gilly hauled Coco out of the driver’s seat, pushing him back against the car. Coco grunted at the force and scrambled to keep his feet under him, losing traction on the gravel..

“Shit, Gilly, can’t you give me a minute?” he complained, his voice ragged with emotion. It wasn’t the reaction the big biker had expected so he backed off a pace, giving Coco room to catch his breath. He’d been prepared for Coco’s usual defensive stare, but the hopelessness in his eyes stopped the other Mayan in his tracks.

Coco glanced over Gilly’s shoulder, glad to see that Bishop and the others had gone inside the club house. Gilly followed his look, stepping closer to get back in Coco’s face. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to let Coco’s erratic behaviour go on any longer.

“Can we talk somewhere else?” Coco asked, his fingers tugging at the hem of his shirtsleeve. He was clearly uncomfortable. “I know I been fucking up,” he admitted, hanging his head.

“We aren’t covering for you any more, Coco. This is it. Figure your shit out,” Gilly told him, his voice cold. Coco was sure that all of his brothers’ shared the sentiment.

“Yeah, I know.” A bit of Coco’s earlier vulnerability was dissipating, quickly replaced by defensiveness at being called out like this. It was deserved, but it didn’t mean he enjoyed it.

Gilly levelled him with a look. It was severe enough that Coco was a little shocked it didn’t come with a fist, too. The intended meaning wasn’t lost on him, and Coco relented, pushing the sleeve of his shirt up.

“Fuck, I don’t want to be involved in any of that,” Gilly grumbled, turning away from Coco. Everyone knew exactly what had been going on, but they were trying to be understanding, give Coco space so they could all pretend it would get better.

“Me neither,” Coco explained. “This shit hurts so bad, I can’t take it without drugs, man,” he continued, gesturing to his scarred eye. “But this, this is gonna cost me everything.”

“Bishop’s pissed, and I ain’t covering for you again,” Gilly reiterated, his attention diverted to a pair of bikes headed their way. “We got Templo later but keep as much distance as you can until you get it fixed.”

Coco heard the bikes now, and he turned slightly to look at them. They didn’t belong to Mayans. Gilly disappeared into the clubhouse, coming back out with Bishop and the rest of the club in tow.

The bikes stopped just in front of the clubhouse, the riders stepping off and marching up to the door without an invite. It wouldn’t normally be acceptable, but Coco noticed the Reaper on the back of their kuttes.

“Ah shit,” Coco swore under his breath, recognizing the taller of the two. He walked over to join his club brothers, wondering what the hell was going on. This was the last confrontation he was prepared to have right now.

He stepped up next to EZ, folding his arms over his chest. Coco didn’t fail to notice the way Happy looked him up and down, clearly taking in the bruises on his face and the track marks on his arm. He quickly readjusted his sleeve, trying to hold Happy’s stare.

Coco wasn’t easily intimidated, but he felt certain that the specific cold, hard look on Happy’s face was probably the last thing a lot of people saw. It nearly made a chill run down his spine.

“Happy, Allesandro,” Bishop greeted, stepping in front of his club members. Everyone could feel the tension hanging in the air.

“Just a courtesy visit,” Happy began, his posture relaxed despite the hand resting on the hilt of his knife. “Packer’s sick. He asked me to take over San Bernardino while he’s away.”

Bishop frowned. “So you’re letting us know about a change in leadership?”

“We also wanted to remind you not to ride through SoA land without a call,” Allesandro added, keeping his shoulders square as Angel took a large step towards him.

“So you roll up without notice to remind us about respect?” he spat, tilting his head to look down at the Son. “How’s that work?”

“We just don’t want you finding out the hard way. Actions have consequences,” Allesandro continued, not backing down as Angel stepped off the stair and almost into him.

EZ grabbed the back of his brother’s kutte, pulling him back onto the porch with the others. Bishop gave him a look that would clearly turn into an ass kicking later.

“What the hell does that mean?” Bishop asked, turning back to Happy and Allesandro.

“It means a couple dozen dead Mexicans.” Happy’s voice was ice cold. Coco felt his hand jump to the grip of his pistol, but Happy didn’t even flinch. “Your old lady give you that?” he asked, nodding towards the bruises on Coco’s face. “Nah, you’d have to go home for her to get a shot in,” Happy finished with a chuckle.

EZ and Angel looked at each other, shocked that the Son would say anything that might give the others any reason to wonder about Kat’s relationship to Happy. Some of the others didn’t look concerned, but Bishop had picked up on the strange tension between Happy and Coco now.

Coco leapt forward, shoving Happy hard. The Son took a step backwards but easily countered Coco’s movements. Within a minute, he had Coco’s arm up behind his back and his face pressed into the roof of his car.

Happy looked over his shoulder at the Mayans standing in front of the clubhouse. It was clear that they wanted to help their brother, but they held their ground, waiting to see if Happy would give them a reason to fight.

“Like he said, we’re here on Chibs’ behalf. Don’t cross our territory,” Happy reiterated, leaning down to whisper something to Coco before letting him go. “I’ll take extra joy in putting a bullet in your head.”

The guys stayed where they were, the anger and disrespect easily readable in their eyes. This was a direct move to put them in their place, and it might not be a slight they would suffer.

After their meeting, EZ tried to catch Coco alone. The other Mayan was cagey and definitely on edge, but EZ managed to get a few moments with him as he was clearly trying to escape the clubhouse.

“Coco, got a minute?” EZ asked, stopping Coco as he unlocked his car. Coco’s shoulders slumped, and he turned to face the former prospect.

“I ain’t in the mood, boyscout,” he started, already preparing for a lecture.

“No sermon from me,” EZ assured, holding his hands up. “I just wanted to see how Kat’s doing with everything.” Coco’s brow furrowed.

“Doing with what?” he snapped, looking annoyed. “With my fuck ups?”

EZ shook his head, confused. “No, with San Bernardino's new leader.” EZ sighed, realising what Happy’s comments had meant. “You didn’t tell her.” The newest member let out a sigh that turned into a chuckle. “Oh man, she’s gonna be so pissed.”

“Whatever,” Coco grumbled, turning back to his car. He pulled the door open, not bothered that it bumped into EZ.

The younger Mayan took a step back, wondering if Coco was actually headed home to face his old lady’s wrath. He wasn’t sure exactly why, but he really doubted Coco was.

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By the fire

Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x gn!reader, (legit no warnings pure fluff) 661 words

a/n : super duper self induglent Gilly fic cause I can and I did? Life is wild. Take it and eat it my child.

Tagging my number one fans in my Gilly delusion @narcolini @drabbles-mc

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx (do I have to add this for Mayans too or? Plz don't kiss people who shot people? You get it.)

‘’ It’s cold. ‘’

‘’ Hm. ‘’ Is all he says, ‘’ I told you to bring a jacket. ‘’

You are tucking yourself into his side, cold fingers weaving their way underneath his kut and then his blouse, seeking the warmth of his skin. Maybe Gilly did tell you to pack an extra jacket earlier and maybe you had said something between the lines of ‘not needing his input’, either way, you knew he would never say no to your hands on his chest, no matter how cold. You press closer to him, grateful that he doesn’t move away even though he is scolding you. It had been a nice day and accepting Coco’s invitation to enjoy a bonfire at his house after dinner had been an easy yes.

‘’ I know… ‘’ you purr back, ‘’ Can’t I just touch my husband because I love him? ‘’

You press your chin on his shoulder, feeling the leather against your skin. He scoffs, pulling the bench the two of you are sitting on slightly closer to the fire.

‘’ Yeah, right. You’re just pulling the husband card because you know I’ll allow it. ‘’

You know he is smiling even though you can’t see his face. You had figured out a long time ago that he had trouble saying no to you, mostly because he didn’t mind it that much, even when he liked to pretend he did. You can hear Coco on your left, telling one of those stories he has told time and time again, smell the marshmallows Letty is roasting on the other side. You love nights like these, when the stress seems to melt away from their shoulders, leaving their tough personalities on the front porch.

‘’ Yo. Stop doing the disgusting married people shit. You’re not even listening to the story. ‘’

‘’ We already know the story, Coco, you won’t shut up about it. ‘’

Letty laughs at Gilly’s response, adding something about being called out on it for once. Before you know it, they are throwing marshmallows at each other, flying over the fire. You smile behind Gilly’s shoulder, a sweet barely missing your head.

‘’ Sorry, Coco, it’s cold is all. I didn’t listen to the big man when he told me to bring a jacket. ‘’

‘’ I can grab you a blanket inside or something. ‘’

You feel Gilly’s hands wrap around your elbows, pulling and bringing you even further into his back, his warmth.

‘’ Nah man, it’s all good. Got it covered. ‘’

He shrugs his shoulders, like it’s nothing, and you are brought into the movement with him. You know he likes it, loves it, even when he jokes it’s part of the deal and that he has to do it because you ask him to. You poke one finger at his rib.

‘’ Look at you all disgusting and married. ‘’

He mocks your sentence back to you and you feel his arm moves under your chin. ‘’ You want to stay warm yes or no? ‘’

‘’ Yes, please. ‘’

How he keeps his heat while you always stay cold is a never-ending mystery. Coco goes back to his story, the same one he was telling before being interrupted. You are gently warming up your hands, fingers sprawled across his hot skin. Gilly turns to you, his nose brushing yours.

‘’ Better? ‘’ He whispers, not daring to interrupt Coco once more.

You nod against his cheek, his stubble scratching your nose as you press a soft kiss where his skin peaks over his collar. You can feel the steady beat of his heart under your palm, smell his aftershave and those mints he eats to cover the cigarettes.

‘’ See, ‘’ Coco stops once again. You catch him rolling his eyes, a smile pulling at his lips as he looks over at Letty, a finger waving towards the both of you, ‘’ Disgusting married people shit. ‘’

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❜ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐒 ❛

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𝐊𝐄𝐘

† - nsfw

∞ - author favorite

✎ - director’s cut

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

“𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨/𝐎𝐜” (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟏)

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐬𝐦, 𝟐.𝟖𝐤 - During a run-of-the-mill drop, the Mayans and Gabriella are gifted with an unpleasant surprise.

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐨, 𝟐.𝟗𝐤 - The Mayans and Gabriella have a tense meeting with Miguel Galindo. Ezekiel finds himself with a newfound crush. ∞

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝟐.𝟖𝐤 - Alvarez finally makes it to Santo Padre, and Ezekiel and Gabriella connect a little more.

𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝟐.𝟗𝐤 - Gabriella deals with how much someone from her past has changed, and Miguel holds a rather bloody event in his pew.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝟑.𝟖𝐤 - Ezekiel’s cousin KJ pays him a unexpected visit. Angel and Gabriella bring the prospect in on their secret affairs.

“𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐃𝐳𝐞𝐜” (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟐)

𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭, 𝟑.𝟐𝐤 - The MC goes on the search for some answers on a new possible threat.

𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝟐.𝟕𝐤 - The Rebels go through with their plan, leaving Miguel to turn to the Mayans for some much needed help.

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝟐.𝟒𝐤 - In the search for his son’s whereabouts, Miguel’s rage boils over.

"𝐁𝐮𝐡𝐨/𝐌𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧" (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟑)

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝟑.𝟎𝐤 - Gabriella’s lying rubs a certain someone the wrong way. KJ makes a surprise visit. The Mayans set up a meeting at the San Buho Casino.

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝟎.𝟗𝐤 - KJ makes his rounds.

𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝟏.𝟓𝐤 - The Mayans head to the San Buho Casino.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝟎.𝟐𝐊) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐬𝐦

☄. *. ⋆ A little glimpse into Ezekiel’s head when he meets Gabriella.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝟎.𝟐𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

☄. *. ⋆ Marcus and Gabriella mourn together.

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝟎.𝟔𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

☄. *. ⋆ Gabriella meets Miguel.

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝟎.𝟖𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

☄. *. ⋆ Gabriella confronts Miguel.

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀/𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐒 ✧.*

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞™ || 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞™ || 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞™ || 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞™ || 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋'𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞™ || 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈™ || 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚™ || 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞™

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 || 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 || 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒/𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐓𝐀𝐆

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