#mc hank x reader

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An idea

Hank x reader angst/fluff

Like reader getting Hurt and Hank going insanelly mad/protective over them 👀👀

Hank x reader

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Summary: You almost die lmao

WARNINGS: Pretty hefty description of gore, blood and an almost dead body, reader gets shot lol

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The alarm screamed as you ran through the halls, emptied out gun in one hand, the other trying its best to reach for your tablet and balance the files you were told to steal at the same time.

When you got it, you checked to make sure you were going the right direction. North West, drive-through storage room, perfect.

On your way there you smashed the alarm disabler off once you passed by it, for good measure. You winced from the glass shards but at least that damn noise was finally off. Picking up a gun from a dead agent, you ran down the building to where you needed to go as fast as possible before any reinforcements come and rough you up even more than you already were.

Eventually reaching the room you were supposed to exit through, you see a strange contraption on the door. You slowed down to check it out, make sure it's not a bomb, and it's...got S.Q inscripted on it? What the fuck?

A weird machine-looking thing with S.Q's logo or whatever tapped on it, stuck on th-

You hear a click and a beeping noise.

As you turn around, you barely have time to see yellow before a shot echoes in the room.

Fuck. You forgot how clever those engineer bastards could be.

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"Hank? Do you hear me?"

Hank brought his bloody hand up to his earpiece.

"Loud and clear. What do you want Doc?"

2BDamned was lucky he only interrupted Hank after he was done killing all the agents in the room, otherwise he would have gotten a way ruder response, if any at all.

Hank wasn't eager on actually listening to anything that was about to be said to him, until the name of his lover was brought up.

"They were supposed to have left the base with the documents by now, but their tracker has been backing away from the exit? I think something happened to them. North-west, 1st floor storage room."

2B didn't need to tell Hank what to do, the latter dropped the corpse he was holding and rushed out like a raging ghost, ready to mow down whatever came across his path.

* * *

The engineer dragged his last victim's body along the floor as he communicated what he found on them.

"Yup, they were the one with the files. Gotta say, I'm surprised at how easy it was to trick them, I might as well have wiggled a cardboard cutout of Nick and they would've fallen for it!"

The radio-like voice laughed before quieting down when something was said in the intercom.

"Make sure to check if they're dead. Stay wary of your surroundings too, last time we checked the rest of 'em were still here."

"Yeah yeah. I'm using a big caliber, I'm sure it'll be good."

The ATP brought the body up to his eyes. There were indeed multiple gaping holes in their body, slowly gushing out blood and leaving a red trail behind him.

"Your optimism will be your downfall engineer, be careful."

"If you say so. Hey, now that we've mentioned Nick, tell him to buy me some smokes when he lea-"

The engineer suddenly whipped his body around, gun pulled up.

"...I heard something. Over."

It's funny how serious he just got, pointing his flashlight and weapon at every corner of the room, slowly advancing, dragging your body with much more care than before.

He begins going down the hall just a little bit faster. Both out of safety, and maybe because of a tiny prick of fear.

While he power walks, he looks back behind him one last time, just to check. The next thing he knew, he bumped against a tall bloody mass.

Just like you, the last thing he saw before blacking out was the splashing of his own blood.

But despite the burning rage, the want to hear this asshole scream until its lungs were fried, the killing machine threw the two halves of the body to the wall and fell to his knees, hands shaking in a frenzy to find out how to make rudimentory treatments before his dearest bled out.

All he could do at the moment was rip up tissues to stuff into the bullet holes and wrap a bandage around the wounds. He would have just torn off hunks of his own flesh to replace yours, but he wasn't yet sure if not only that would lead to an infection or not, or if that would even work any better than cloth.

Even when unconscious, your hands twitched at his first-aid attempts. It hurt. He knew it hurt. But he couldn't do anything about it. And on fucking god if that didn't break his heart. That and the dread of watching the life essence still slowly flow out of you as he called up to Doc.

"Emergency. NOW."

He held you up and ran to the car. No one could see it, but he was praying to any deity that may be left up there for you to be okay.

Protecting you was the best thing he knew to do. Even more than murder. And failing even this once would be a fate worse than an eternity of hell.

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Pain. That was all you felt as the medbay light made you tear up slightly.

You closed your eyes, trying to sleep just a bit more, and potentially numb the horrible pain in your chest, but your attention is now also caught by the muffled voices in the room.

It takes a few minutes and what feels like a few injections for you to finally fully regain consciousness. When your sight unblurs, arm on the forehead to block out the brightness and pain, you see two red circles staring down at you.

"...Hi sweetie."

Hank almost jumps in happiness to his partner speaking up, his cold and calloused hands rubbing over your arm and sides, careful not to touch your many injuries.

"Excited, big guy...?" You tiredly say as you wrapped your arm around his and kissed his wrist. Your voice was weak, but you were smiling and alive and that's all that mattered to him at that moment. "Anything...what happened...?"

"You got shot."

Your eyes widen a bit, you didn't notice 2BDamned in the room until he spoke up while analyzing you a little more.

"Well...yeah, I figured. Anything else?"

"Hank over here finally understood how to not use food wrappings as bandages."

You let out a raspy chuckle. Hank definitely didn't care though, he was too focused on making sure you wouldn't faint and die at any moment.

It took a few minutes before Doc left the room. A few minutes of desperately trying to get to you for further examination without Hank giving him a death glare and pulling his partner away, closer to him.

When 2B finally left the room, he suddenly wrapped his arms around you as gently as possible and pulled you in, resting his head in the crook of your neck and relishing in the feeling of your living skin against his.

"Hanky? You alright?"

"No."

You softly hug him back with a sympathetic look on your face. He was breathing heavily, maybe even shaking a little. He hadn't let you go ever since you woke up, in fact his grip only got tighter and tighter, as if you would fade back away the moment he stopped.

"Hey, it's okay. It was just another little shot, nothing new."

You smile and rub his back, completely unaware of the hours spent to heal you back, of how many times you've flatlined during it, of all the empty blood packets sitting in the trash bin, of how they've genuinely considered just letting you die so they can bring you back later, of all the injections, bandages, tissues, spare organs, and most impirtantly, of how fucking scared Hank was.

Could he have been there to hold your hand while you agonised under 2BDamned, god damn he would have. He would have held it tighter and with more love than any gun he's ever handled. Maybe that's why he seemed so angry at Doc. As reasonable as it was, not being able to get any closer than 10 feet from the love of his life while they were nearly dead was torture.

But it was over now. He could hold you close without your blood staining his clothes. You gotta admit, it was quite pleasant to have basically a living ice pack against you when your entire body felt like you were going through a blender.

You two kept quiet for a bit, appreciating the contact with your lover, before he whispered.

"I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault."

"I should've been there."

"You couldn't have known. I should have been more careful if anything."

Hank lifted his head up from your neck before grabbing your cheeks and digging his eyes into yours.

"Don't say that. You got me?"

Your smile widened a bit.

"Sure."

His head fell back onto you after that. How adorable was it to see a ruthless genocidal maniac cuddling up to you like a cat.

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"..."

"Did you save the intel?"

"Fuck if I know. Ask Doc."

"Later. I prefer cuddles right now."

I got lazy with the end sorry

[headlessjest]

Ok look Imma simp....

Hank x tall!y/n x jebus

I can't decide

This is for thine tall readers.

[abstract-crossverse]

Can I have a oneshot where reader comforts overworked Hank? I really love your writing btw!!

Sure can do, thank you!

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"Overworked" // [Hank x Reader, fic, fluff]

Hank sat at the trunk of the truck the duo had stolen for the trip back to base, and assuming he was exhausted was an understatement, even the funny one and the other one noticed and Hank knew that, but the two wouldn't dare point it out, at least for now until the smoker decided to open his big mouth;

Hank had just jumped on the trunk and plopped himself on the floor, unresponsive to Sanford and Deimos, not even a glance as Deimos attempted some sort of conversation. 2B was sending Hank on too many missions, way more than usual... Don't get them wrong, Hank is a very active Grunt, they're not the type to stay without a job to do for too long but this was just too much, even for them, it made them wonder if Doc was working on something bigger behind the scenes while they cleared way...

But that doesn't matter at the moment, right now Hank was just overly aware of everything touching their skin.. the heavy fabric of their coat, the leather and metal from their belts and ammo bags, their socks and boots, the mask, the bandana, the cold metal prosthetic against what's left of their face.. and the drying blood that drenched their clothes just made it all worse... They just feel so suffocated- it's been a while since they've felt like this- they never really figured out why they get so hyperaware of anything touching them sometimes and it just- uGH it almost drives them insane...

He groaned, hands shaking as he sat up and leaned against the walls of the trunk, looking out into the distance. He couldn't wait to get home, first, he needed to greet you- then put his gear to wash, and then spend time with you, the other two could report back to Doc, he doesn't care whatever that old man has to say he NEEDS to take a break.

Finally letting the world seep back into his senses only now did he realize the two were chatting, Deimos's obnoxious voice being the first thing to hit his ears, Sanford's rough laugh coming right after, rolling his eyes he leaned towards them

"do you drive any slower? When are we getting to base?" He questioned sternly, clearly annoyed they weren't 'home' yet "ey don't get ya undies in a twist, Hank, we're almost there, that communication tower was pretty far.." Deimos spoke, taking a long drag of his cigarette and blowing the smoke out the right window

What a disgusting vice... Hank would've killed him already if they didn't work together... Sure Hank has smoked a handful of cigarettes in the past too. Still, he never let it become a vice, that's what grinds his gears about it, people who get too addicted to a stupid chemical reaction in their brains from plants, even with the knowledge that those kill you slowly, they didn't care, smoking kills, and if that won't, he will. Hank's crosshair scrunched slightly at the faint smell of tobacco seeping through his mask before turning his attention to Sanford speaking

"yeah, I can see the base from here, we'll be there in a few minutes."

"good." Hank said, leaning back against the trunk's wall and closing his eyes "eager to see yer 'partner in crime'? I'd be." Deimos chuckled at his remark, throwing the cigarette butt out the window after putting out the flame, Hank only huffed ".. none of your business, smoker....." He said barely above a mumble

..... 'undies in a twist'.. hah, that's funny...

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Soon enough, Hank felt the truck go slower suddenly and park, opening his eyes as Sanford pulled the handbrake. He stood up with a groan and jumped off onto the ground, walking with long steps past the duo, who abruptly stopped talking before Deimos yelled over to Hank

"Ey! Arent ya gonna help us get the shit to Doc??" The shorter grunt motioned to the trunk with a hand, Hank barely looked over his shoulder ".. you have arms, you can do it yourself, you don't need me for that." Hank walked into the building oddly stiffly, leaving a crossed-armed Sanford and irritated Deimos behind

Walking inside, they read the living room with their eyes, finding it strange no one was there even after looking over the couch, Doc was likely where he set up the makeshift medbay as always so he didn't feel the need to stress over that, next was the kitchen, they peeked in only to find it barren, now they were starting to get nervous, where are you?

He went room to room in your search, growing more and more anxious with your missing presence, leaving the medbay for last he speed-walked his way to the corridor where the rooms were and opened the door to your shared room, relief washed over his body once he saw you mid folding your clothing and staring at him startled, he sighed

"Hank? Good to see you back but you alright?" You said while finishing folding a shirt in your hands and putting it down, walking over to him as he leaned down to gently bonk his forehead with yours "mhm.. I just got worried you were sent out for a mission and we weren't told, I didn't find you anywhere in the main rooms.."

"oh, well you have nothing to worry about, I'm fine!..." You looked down at his hands, who found their places on your waist, feeling them slightly shake with a tense grip "... You sure you're okay? You seem.. tense?" Hank huffed, he was hoping you wouldn't notice "I just... I'm not even sure, I'm hyperaware of everything touching my skin right now.. it happens at times and I don't have any idea why." He explains, letting go of you and closing the door behind him, walking to your shared bed while undoing the belts around his gear

You hummed in thought, averting your eyes not to look at him while he undressed from his gear "well.. you may be overstimulated." You mumbled, stopping Hank in his tracks "... The fuck is overstimulated?"

"It's like, you were exposed to too much visual, auditory, and/or physical stimuli, so much your brain is kinda short-circuiting in a way, which can make more irritable and easy to anger than normal, it may have a different effect on different people but that's what I've usually seen it described as."

He took a moment to let the information sink in, eyes moving ever so slightly between the floor and you, then shrugged "sounds about right, I don't know much about this kind of thing so I guess I'll trust your judgment."

You nodded, a small silence before you talked again "say, you go take a shower and cool off, I'll get your clothes to the laundry." You said, stepping over to Hank, taking his coat he had carelessly tossed on the ground, as well as his Bandana and mask, he nodded once you looked at him, he got up from the bed, briefly pressing what was left of his lips and jaw to your head before the took a set of clothes from his bag and walked out to the bathroom as you went out to the laundry room in the basement

As soon as you were back, Hank was waiting for your arrival, sitting on the mattress you call a bed waving his feet under the thin blankets you've had to stack for some sort of warmth during the cold nights. It was oddly funny to witness, it made you snicker as you made your way to the mattress yourself, Hank let himself fall onto the shitty pillows behind him—which made you jump due to his weight, you giggled as you laid down as well

Hank covered themselves up to their shoulders, laying on their side and snuggling their way to you, nuzzling into your chest with a sigh as you wrapped an arm around them, a hand gently petting their head in comfort

They wrapped their free arm around your waist, they sighed again, the cold of their jaw and hot breath felt funny through your shirt

".... I missed you." They mumbled as your hand worked it's way to gently massage their back, their thumb making gentle circles on your back

"I missed you too.." you mumbled, pressing kisses on his head "so, so much." A low rumble came from him, slowly getting louder, it was comforting, you let out a sign of your own. After a moment of silence, you spoke again "are you feeling better?"

He nodded into you with a hum, you were always so tenderly soft with him, Hank J. Wimbleton, Nevada's most wanted criminal and killer, melting into someone's arms? He thought it was impossible. He never of the day he'd meet someone as great as you

You hummed, closing your eyes as you two soaked into each other's presence, Hank stayed awake a bit more after you fell asleep, wondering how he was so lucky to have a partner such as you before he eventually fell asleep, feeling the safest and calmest he's ever felt with you in his arms.

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[warcriminalcommie]

Somewhere In... Deez N—

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'Sup. My name is Ay, I'm just your local (cringe as fuck) idiot on her i d i o t i c writing account. I honestly am still pretty weirded out about posting shit on Tumblr, specifically writing, but still. I gotta get used to it SOMEHOW.

Basically what I currently write is Madness Combat X Reader. I might consider Roblox X Reader later but I'm trying my best with my motivation right now.

And to the people who are from my Wattpad, pretend my update schedule history thing is actually existing and that I am a very competent writer that writes very frequently.

So uh. Here are the request rules, I suppose?

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Very epik, go ahead. (I will do this.)

Fluff.

Angst.

Platonic.

Platonic Character/Reader + Child!Reader/Child!Character. (It will be marked with a "+" or "&" instead of an "X". If not, then I forgot to mark it as such.)

Female!Reader.

Slightly suggestive stuff.

Violence and bloody stuff. (Kind of obvious since it's Madness Combat.)

Yanderes. (nO— I won't be romanticizing the yandere actions. All yandere relationships are abusive and unhealthy, y'know.)

Alphabets. (Fluff alphabet, SFW alphabet, Angst alphabet, etc... but of course not the NSFW alphabet.)

Boi what the hell boi. (I won't do this.)

Pedophilia. (Romantic/Sexual stuff with a Child!Reader/Child!Character. Like what the fuck?)

Rape. (Pro-Shippers when.)

Incest. (Pro-Shippers when. - Part 2.)

Smut.

Male!Reader. (I have no idea on how to write a Male!Reader lol.)

Gender-Bent Characters. (Because their personalities will be really weird to work with. Just thinking about a gender-bent Deimos or something makes my head hurt.)

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Oh, and the characters I'll write for. Right.

CHARACTER LIST.

Hank.

Deimos (The Deimos simps are wild bro. They're almost as wild as the Auditor and Phobos simps IF NOT EVEN WORSE— (And that's coming from someone who's favorite is Deimos.)).

Sanford.

2BDamned.

Sheriff.

Jebus.

Tricky.

Auditor.

Scrapface.

ROMP.fla.

Hot Dog Vendor (The most important character.).

Happy Hank.

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I'll be writing one-shots, head-canons, and alphabets. B)

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I'm also afraid I won't be able to write anything LGBTQ+ because I absolutely suck at representing groups that I am not from and I really do not wish to screw up the representation (Unless you like - Want a demisexual or maybe someone on the asexual spectrum. That's all I can provide.). My apologies.

And that's all, for now.

EDIT: Some characters have been removed due to my lack of knowledge on them, for those who have requested them I'll still try to push the requests out but I'll no longer be taking requests for any character not listed here.

[volvaofowls]

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.

[sogoodtoheritsvicious]

Hi and for the love of God hello 👋🏼 after going back and forth i’ve decided to try my hand at writing for the mayans boys and the sons we all know and love! Please feel free to hit up my ask box <3

Requests: Open

who i write for:

- Mayans MC

• Angel Reyes

• Ez Reyes

• Coco Cruz

• Nestor Oceteva

• Neron “Creeper” Vargas

• Bishop Losa

• Hank Loza

• Gilly Lopez

• Michael “Riz” Ariza

- Sons Of Anarchy

• Jax Teller

• Juice Ortiz

• Opie Winston

• Happy Lowman

• Herman Kozik

• Filip “Chibs” Telford

• Alexander “Tig” Trager

What i take requests for:

• Headcanons

• Preferences

• Would includes

• Most likely to’s

What i don’t take requests for:

• Smut

• Self harm of any kind - talking about the reader having a mental illness is fine but i’m not comfortable writing about them harming themselves

• Reader being related to any of the characters

• Toxic relationships - We’re all about healthy, loving relationships in this house!

any gifs used are not mine!

[distressedwalnut]

hhhhh, more hank and reader pleaee I am on a brainrot rn-

-☆Star Anon☆-

Bonk

[bullet-prooflove]

Hello! Please could you do prompt “Such a saint but such a whore” for Hank Loza 😍

You have the patience of a saint, Hank has always thought that especially when he watches you deal with guys like Jay Reno, who want to scrutinise every single shot you take of his booth before he’ll even consider paying you.

The two of you were supposed to be meeting up when the convention closed at ten pm. You usually get a quick drink at the bar to unwind before the you head up to whosever room is closest for a little after-hours fun.

It’s quarter to eleven now and Jay is still monopolising your time. You shoot Hank an apologetic look and he smiles with a small shrug of his shoulders to show he gets it.

This is the first time the two of you have been in the same space in exactly a year, he can wait a little longer. It takes thirty more minutes before you’re able untangle yourself from the situation. The bars already closing so Hank ends up inviting you to his room for a nightcap.

The two of you don’t get that far because the moment the elevator doors are closed something inside you snaps and you’re kissing him like there’s no tomorrow. His mouth covers yours, his body pinning you to the mirrored wall as your hands grip his kutte yanking him closer.

“Fuck,” You mutter, your hands already slipping down to his belt. “I couldn’t concentrate on anything he was saying. All I could think about was how good you fuck me.”

He smiles against your lips, his hands already delving underneathe your dress where he knows you’re already bare and wanting. You slipped your panties in his pocket earlier on in the evening and they’ve been rubbing against his cock through his jeans ever since.

You’re such a whore for him, you tell him this as he fucks you with his fingers on the short ascent up to his floor. When the elevator stops, neither of your exit because he has you on the edge, that pretty pink flush creeping up your cheeks as he covers your mouth with the palm of his hand, stifling the noise you make as you climax around him.

You look so fucking debauched, skirt bunched up around your hips, skin glowing in the aftermath as he withdraws his fingers and pushes them in between your lips.

“Such a bad girl.” He teases working them a little deeper. “Couldn’t even wait until we got to the room. What am I going to do with you?”

You moan around his fingers and Hank knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

[imagineredwood]

Hi :) can you please write hank loza x reader having a night in or a day off would include :)

Thank you :) have a great day

Breakfast in bed for sure

Pancakes, waffles, french toast, which ever is your favorite, he's making it

Mandatory whipped cream smiley face

Makes your coffee or tea just how you like it

He eats next to you, making small talk and telling you about the day he has planned for the two of you

He takes you to get your nails done

Get's a pedi with you

And he pays for it all of course

He takes you to the movies and spoils you with snacks and treats

Will even watch a romcom if that's your thing

Takes you to lunch to your favorite place

Also takes you for ice cream at the end of the day

Then its all cuddles and netflix once you get home

Probably a bubble bath together

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[cloveroctobers]

black mascara — EZ REYES

A|N: in honor of the season 5 trailer, I had to write a little something. This one will actually be small since I don’t have too much to go off of in writing this but I can’t lie and say I’m not a little fired up! So get comfy.

GIF BELONGS to: @dailymayans

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“See that crave for power…that’s seeping through your pores is exactly what’s gonna get you killed, Ezekiel.”

“…if that happens to be the case, I hope they know their prayers well because I’ll still be here from beyond the grave.”

She did not know this person that she sat face to face with. She didn’t even know what that statement means. Majority of the time Hadiza kept out of The Mayans business, despite the fact that her older brother Franky interacted with them from time to time. She knew Ezekiel way before he decided to join the club and although she’s seen the Mayans around town, she didn’t have much of a opinion when the man first brought the idea to the table a week before his release.

Now she wished she would have.

Back then she trusted that Ez knew what he was doing.

This Ezekiel was not the man she used to know.

Hadiza had a feeling this would happen, that as soon as Ezekiel got into the president’s chair, a whole new level of danger would be unleashed. She saw the shift in Ezekiel throughout his time in the charter happen gradually, that her worries started to keep her up at night. The lack of sleep even proposed her to talk to Felipe about it, who simply listened and still had faith in his baby boy until Gabby came around.

Which was kinda foul the longer she thought about it. Was her word really not good enough when she’s been around? She’ll have to take that up with Felipe at a later time, respectfully.

She’s known Ezekiel since high school…it’s been years since they stepped into their adulthood. However a good portion of Ezekiel’s youth was ripped away from him the night his mother died.

Yes people change…but not like this.

Hadiza was beginning to think that a piece of Ezekiel died with his mother that day but what could she say about him now? So much has happened since then and He wasn’t the same—sure it was foolish to think that he would be completely healed from that tragedy but the light in his pretty honey eyes, did not reflect what was beyond them or what was on the outside.

“So that’s it then,” she raised her shoulders, “you’re gonna waste your life away for reckless shit? You’re better than this Ezekiel.”

“What do you exactly expect me to do? This is the duty that I’ve strived for. And you’re looking at me as if we didn’t know it would always end up being this way. I know you didn’t think this shit was rainbows and daisies, you’re much smarter than gabby in that sense.” Ezekiel bit, yanking a cigarette from his pocket.

Hadiza shook her head, “speaking ill of the dead…somebody that you killed and claimed to love like she was just nothing to you. I’m not feeling this. Or you.”

“There’s the door, fucking use it,” Ezekiel flared his nostrils as he pointed at the exit, “you’re the one who came here trying to preach to me what I’ve already heard. And what I’ve told myself before back when I was weak. What? you thought shit was gonna change because it’s coming from you? I’ve got to be smarter than that, especially when it comes to the club and nothing you can say to me right now…matters.”

“Then what does, motherfucker?!” She was on her feet now, “greed? Selfishness? No wait. I got it, your ego.”

The man lifted his shoulders, not needing to say anything more or seemed to be the least bit phased by the irritation that was showing in his long-time friend’s frame.

“Going after the sons—

“I don’t want to hear it.” Ez glared, “I’ve seen enough wars to not fear a damn thing. Don’t you ever question: Where does fear get you, diza? Look in the mirror. Everybody pays a price with the cards they’ve been dealt.”

The woman chewed down on her bottom lip in annoyance, “and just how much are you willing to lose?”

“That’s something I’ve got to reflect on in my own time…but you’re here.” Ezekiel kept his eyes trained on the woman, puffing on his cigarette.

Before Hadiza could lose the courage she said, “Fuck your subliminal and fuck you.”

“We’ve already done that, remember? With Sofia watching in the background. I think the message then was very clear and something you should thank me for.”

That was so low and disrespectful, considering that Hadiza had a moment and went to someone who she thought cared about her well-being. At that time she just received the news that her fiancé wanted to break off the engagement after cheating on her with a co-worker and the first person she went to was Ezekiel. He was the first person she thought about and felt complete with—a mistake on her end, sure but she wasn’t expecting him to have company other than Sally.

The smirk that was on his lips was smacked right off by her hand. However that did not stop Ez from yanking on her wrist and getting into her face.

Anyone was fair game at this point.

This she knew deep down.

He could end it all, right here in this trailer.

What made her any different?

Did he even love her anymore? Or was she just another ploy in the way Ezekiel floated around life now? Hadiza was not part of the club so why was she becoming collateral damage?

“You don’t get to come here and think our friendship and reminiscing about the old times, or guilt trip me about Gabby, would stop me or save me from myself. That’s not your job, never was amor. Sorry I couldn’t live in your fantasy of being a good ol’ friend to you anymore. But that’s life, so either continue standing by and keep your mouth shut or take a walk and don’t look back.” Ezekiel gritted into her face and that hurt more than him squeezing her wrist.

The black ink dripped down her brown cheeks as she hissed, “you’re done to me.”

And this she hoped she meant. She couldn’t stick around and she knew Ezekiel was pushing her to do so but ultimately it was her choice. Her eyes stung from the makeup as she clenched them closed, fighting away the memories of their teenage years: watching Ezekiel love Emily, having intense debates over literature in class and outside of, him being there for her first heartbreak and attempting to get angel to drive him to the asshole who broke her heart house to egg it and piss on their front doorstep, to Marisol Reyes encouraging her to keep loving her son the best way that she knew how…

“Good,” Ezekiel breathed into her face, shoving her fist back down her by her sides.

He broke eye contact after awhile since she no longer had any words for him. He placed the cigarette back to his lips as he slouched back on the couch. Hadiza swiped the mascara from the bags underneath her eyes, deeply inhaling and battled with herself on what to do or say.

The words fell empty just like the relationship she once had with the man she called her best friend.

She sniffed as she snatched up her bag, making sure she had her keys before she took her exit. The door to the trailer opened on her way, revealing Sofia who easily picked up on the tension in the home. Her dark eyes shifted between the pair but Hadiza patiently waited for the wavy haired woman to get out of her way.

Ez pressed his elbows into his knees as he grunted, “What is it, Sofia?”

If Hadiza continued to be foolish she would have tried to believe that the tone of his voice was telling her something, besides him being an asshole. That perhaps he didn’t truly want their friendship to end but that’s the difference between the two, she didn’t have to be selfish.

“Um, you’ve some company. Bishop and Tranq are outside.” Sofia informed as she stepped into the trailer with Sally.

Ez quickly got to his feet, putting his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray and brushed his shoulder by Hadiza as he left the trailer. Sofia easily picked up on the woman taking a sharp breath at his actions but didn’t speak on it.

It didn’t take the most intelligent person to understand that something transpired between the two. Their relationship didn’t threaten what she had with EZ and in a way, Sofia actually thought it was beautiful. How their relationship didn’t appear to be transactional or circumstantial. How simply being next to each other was enough for them. Or it used to be. Yet Sofia wasn’t naïve to think that it would last with the new propositions EZ took on.

Sometimes that’s just the way life worked out and the sooner Hadiza figured that out…maybe she could protect her heart a bit better.

It was a little awkward as Hadiza had to collect herself, hand on the trailer’s door before she went outside. Sofia wasn’t one for words and she wasn’t sure anything she could say would provide comfort for Hadiza either. After what happened right here in this trailer, weeks ago, it’s not like the two had the chance to really talk about it.

They didn’t have to but it seemed like Hadiza always had a lot on her mind.

Thankfully for Sofia, Hadiza pushed the door open, not sparing her a glance, either placing herself on autopilot or trying her best to ignore her presence—it didn’t bother Sofia one way or another as Hadiza left the home.

“See you around then,” Sofia muttered, taking a seat on the couch, after the door clicked shut behind Hadiza.

Her long legs kicked up the dirt as she passed by the group of men on the side. She couldn’t get away from the place fast enough, feeling her heart being squeezed with each step she took.

“Hey,” Tranq started to call out to the woman but it was almost as if she heard nothing while she shoved herself into her car.

Bishop’s eyes were back on EZ as his eyes briefly burned into Hadiza’s retreating form. He just knew the Reyes brother fucked that up and it’s a shame because he was fond of the girl, despite her having a connection to a pig. Of course he never fully trusted her (by no fault of her own) but she was kind enough whenever she rarely showed up to club.

He kept it silent but he knew his body language did enough talking for him as EZ focused back on him.

“Tonight is the night, round everybody up.” Ez ordered, stalking off and daring a glance at Hadiza’s car and over his shoulder as he stood on the steps of his trailer, while she backed off the lot and sped away, eyes solely on what was in front of her and not what was left behind in the rear view.

Ez swallows down the small lump that wants to form in his throat but that wasn’t important right now. He had other things to tend to and Hadiza was no longer one of them.

Instead of running back, she ran to her mother’s arms who was less than thrilled to see her baby this upset over a man who she trusted to be good to her child.

Later Hadiza found herself in her mother’s hands again when she received the devastating but expected news from Angel Reyes on her door step. She broke down in the doorway right in front of him and she knew the eldest brother couldn’t handle that amount of heartache that he also shared, despite him placing a kiss to the top of her head and leaving her with one of EZ’s dog tags, he left her with the woman who gave her life to deal with the weight of the lost on his own.

Hadiza then sent a letter to Felipe a couple of days before she decided to take her life elsewhere, away from all that Santo Padre showed her. She wasn’t sure if there would even be a funeral or memorial but she had to get out while she can still stand.

Antigua was always a place Hadiza wanted to visit and now she can say that she lives here comfortably.

She left her mother on the front deck to get them a refill of her famous rum punch that was leftover from her mother’s house party yesterday night. Hadiza was humming to herself in solitude until she heard her mother screaming out to her from outside.

The woman did not hesitate to race around the house with a bat, ready to fight off any Osprey’s that decided to invade their property again. Hadiza held her breath as she yanked open the door, eyes wild as she searched for her mother on the deck.

“What is it, ma?” Hadiza exhaled, seeing her mother sitting up on one of the wicker chairs.

Her mother nudged her chin towards the front and Hadiza cautiously took a step towards the railing. A few of her fingertips rested on the banister as she leaned over a bit, looking over at the new found community they both settled into. It was quiet as usual, air warm, seaweed scented, and fresh.

She wasn’t sure what had spooked her mother until her eyes settled down by the cars parked along the curb. Her eyes moved to the left a bit and she had to rub at one of them to make sure her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her. It tended to do that the first couple of weeks she settled in the country. Lately she’s been okay. A figure stood by a identical golf cart (that they had in their driveway) that was parked right behind Hadiza’s car, fitted cap on their head as their hands held onto a mobile device.

Her throat went dry before she could even muster up and ask if she could help the person locate who they were searching for…because she knew it was him before those honey eyes looked up at her.

“Ezekiel.” She shuddered, feeling her mother get to her feet behind her, like the DJ Khalid meme, almost like she wasn’t still healing from the last Osprey attack two weeks ago.

Her mother also gripped onto the banister, “Oh hell no. I rebuke this demonic spirit, get away from here!”

And tossed the freshly watered plant at Ezekiel who side-stepped the assault.

“Hey, Mrs—it’s just me!”

“I know! Aren’t you supposed to be dead, you bastard?!” She yelled back.

Hadiza whispered at the woman, “Ma, please.”

The woman humphed, folding her arms as she waddled back to the chair, already aware how this would go.

Hadiza pointed the bat at Ezekiel, “wait right there.”

“Not if you’re gonna beat my ass.”

“I’ll think about it by time I get downstairs.”

Hadiza’s mother cackled at that, knowing she raised her baby with some sort of sense.

Hadiza couldn’t tell you how she felt but the brain fog was kicking in. She weeped over this man too many times just for him to be here in the flesh, like they all didn’t experience the hell he indulged in back in Santo Padre.

Her mother was right to think a demon was standing in front of their home. The anger Hadiza directed at EZ after receiving the news of his death was like no other emotion Hadiza’s had before but she found peace in Antigua.

She halted at the front door, noticing EZ fumbling with his fingers after the phone disappeared from his hold. Hadiza took her time going down the few front steps, crossing through the grass and down the slope to the gravel.

The man looked up at her approach, carefully reaching up to lift the cap from his head to mess around with the brim of the hat as Hadiza moved closer but almost not close enough.

His eyes immediately went to her head, noticing that the mountain of coarse hair that she had was long gone into a buzzed style now.

He smiled, “you finally did it huh? I know you’ve been eating ‘em up more than ever out here.”

And she couldn’t stand it, her eyes scanning the old yellowing of bruises and cuts on his face, puffing out a laugh at his compliment as she almost collapsed into his arms, bringing his body so tight to hers that he thought he would break her rib cage but he followed through with the same actions.

Her chin buried into his shoulder, one of his hands around the small of her back, and the other cradling the back of her head, he heard her sob against him and he couldn’t be more apologetic.

When they pulled apart, she held onto his face analyzing the marks on his skin before she inflicted her own attack on his lower half.

“Hey! Ow!” A good whack to the top of his head, made Ezekiel stop taking the hits as he gripped her wrists again.

Except this time was different, his touch was much more softer.

“I’m sorry okay. I’m sorry for filling your head up with doubts and making you believe that I didn’t give a shit about our friendship. When quite frankly—no pun intended, you’re the best got damn thing that’s been in my life.” His hands slipped into holding her hands into his own large ones.

And the way he was staring at Hadiza, let her know that this was the old Ezekiel she had missed. It was the spark in his eyes that made her feel safe, given what he got himself involved in.

He could see her mind spinning with questions, the corners of her eyes damp with tears.

“What did I say to you when we first became friends?”

“…’jalapeños on these nachos are missing and I make better ones than these whack ass ones you’re eating.’” Hadiza actually thought about this.

Which made a goofy grin appear on Ez’s face and he shook his head with a sigh, “yeah I think I did say that but after that? I said you’re stuck with me if you choose me. It would always be Kiel and Diza for life, remember?”

It was ironic that he wanted to think back when he basically was rude as hell to her about this in his trailer months ago. The bitterness was still in the pit of her stomach but the higher road wanted her to be happy that this man, her best friend, Ezekiel Lorenzo Reyes was very much still alive.

Hadiza wasn’t sure how the fuck he did it but here he was, wiping away her black mascara before holding her hands in his again.

A small smile appeared on her lips as she peered down at their hands, lifting their conjoined hands up to place her lips right on the back of his hands. Ezekiel let out a breath he wasn’t aware that he was holding.

“For life.” She repeated, staring at him underneath her eyelashes.

He nodded his head, not breaking eye contact as she pulled the necklace from around her and placed it back on Ezekiel where it belonged. He glanced down at it, a new wave of emotions hitting him as he realized a piece of him was always with the one woman he deeply cared for.

“Let’s get inside.” Hadiza told him, as he leaned over to place a kiss to her full cheek.

She turned, her hand still resting in one of his hands as he reached for the fallen bat with the other, “think I might need this if I try to give your mom a hug.”

Hadiza laughed, “Baby steps, Kiel.”

“That’s fair.” He answers from behind her, letting her lead the way to her new home.

Perhaps now here in the Caribbean, they had the chance to create a better life, a better friendship together with no more black ink or blood spills blinding the way.

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Continue along with my anthology works that were written during the spring season here.

[idyat]

Do you write smut? If you do, then may i please request that you write a hank x reader. So i have an idea that hank is shy and doesnt flirt much, but when he is horny he starts cuddling the reader at random times or he just picks them up and takes the reader to his room.

HOLY SHIT I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE THIS I AM SO SO SO SO SO SORRY

Anyways uuh I don't write explicit smut but I can give you suggestive (god imagine taking this long to answer and you don't even give what the person asked for and what you give is short as fuck goddamn shit)

I might as well make this a sequel to my other Hank fanfic

Hank x Reader

"Intimate" Cuddles, like VERY intimate

Warnings: VERY suggestive

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It hadn't even been a few minutes before Hank's lover realised there was something up with him.

What they thought was innocent cuddle time grew more and more into Hank snuggling his head in their neck, chest, belly...Overall being waayyy into the intimate touches and kisses, or at least the best kisses a metal jaw could make.

"Hank..?"

He looked up at them, their goggles glimmering with something they couldn't decifer. It looked like a mix of passion and uncertainty, from a few small guesses.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded, quicker than he usually does, almost panicked in a way.

As his lover was still trying to read this man, the bottom of their shirt suddenly got lifted up very slightly, and his big rough hand was now rubbing gently their hips.

"..."

"...Oh. OH."

Hank looks up at his lovers wide eyes. God he loved those eyes so damn much.

They couldn't help but chuckle a bit at how akward this litteral mass murderer could be when he actually let the feelings flow. It was adorable.

"You wanna take care of that sweetheart?"

They would have gently placed their hand on Hank's cheek had it been not for him kneeling up on the bed nd excitedly grasping them on both sides, eventually caressing around their arms and torso, his voice shaky with excitement.

"Fuck yeah."

They slightly winced from the pain (Hank's sometimes too strong for his own good) before laughing, moving their own hands around his chest, pulling at his jacket as he nuzzles his head into their neck.

They jump a little when feeling his cold tongue against their skin. It was established by now that licks would be replacing neck kisses, as nobody would want to get slashed by that jaw. It has happened before.

They still shudder a little, dragging te coat down Hank's shoulders, revealing that although he has been chopped around like ground meat for several years, those muscles are still big enough to have a finger tracing over them.

"Let's have a little fun now shall we?~"

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[rosielou94]

Dinner Date - Hank Loza x Reader (NSFW)

Follow up to Motel Room Candles

Warnings: slight angst, Hank basically being a Master Chef, age gap, p in v, oral (f and m receiving), cliff hanger ending!!

Words: 2.140

A/N: This is part 2 of my Hank Loza fic. I'm hoping to get Part 3 up ASAP as this storyline has me hooked.

Hank’s hands trembled slightly as he laid the table, adjusting the knife and fork until it was “just right.” The light from the candles he’d placed in the centre of the table glowed softly, reflecting their delicate light off the walls of the kitchen. Nervously wiping his hands on his jeans, Hank took a swig of beer before tossing the mushrooms he had sauteing in a pan.

Tonight was special; not only was it your first night together outside of a crappy motel, but it was also Hank’s first night cooking for you. He’d headed down to Felipe’s store first thing this morning, picking out two of the finest steaks before marinading them in his signature mix of herbs and spices. He’d made some homemade thick-cut fries and the peppercorn sauce that would finish off the meal was bubbling away nicely. Hank’s mom was out at Bingo with some of her friends tonight, and Hank jumped at the chance to have you over. Consuela had guessed her son was having someone special over, and she’d happily linger at the Bingo club to give him precious time with his new lady. She didn’t know who you were, but she knew you made her son very happy. He was a changed man these last few weeks.

The doorbell rang and Hank jumped, marvelling over how you had turned him – the usual stoic, unmoving hulk of a man – into an excited, jumpy teenager. He smoothed down his shirt, one he’d bought especially for the occasion, took a deep breath, and opened the door. You stood before him in a figure-hugging calf-length blue dress, a bottle of wine in your hand. “Hey,” you smiled, blown away by the sight of a Hank in a crisp white shirt. The sleeves strained against his huge arms, the tattoos on his chest visible through the undone buttons at the top of his neck. Your stomach did a delicious flip at the sight of him, and you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him. “You look amazing!” Running your hand down his shirt, all you could think of was taking it off. “So do you.” Hank took you all in, genuinely stunned that he was lucky enough to have you. He shook his head, forcing himself back to the present and took the bottle of wine from your outstretched hand. “Come on in, dinners almost ready.”

He led you through to the kitchen, the smell of cooking and candles enveloping you. It smelled amazing. “How do you like your steak?” Hank asked. “Medium-rare,” you smiled, “should I pour the wine?” Hank indicated for you to go ahead, and you poured two large glasses, before settling back and watching him. Hank seemed to be in his element; He had multiple pans on the go, humming softly as he worked. The smells of mushrooms, steak and the sauce came together in a mouth-watering combination and as you watched him work your heart swelled. You were head over heels for this man. Hank dished up and you were instantly blown away by this man’s talent when it came to cooking. The steak was melt-in-the-mouth, the fries crispy on the outside but fluffy on the inside, and the peppercorn sauce was the best you’d ever tasted. “You’re a man of many talents,” you smiled, “this food is incredible.” Hank’s blushing cheeks were visible, even in the dim light of the candles and he reached across the table to squeeze your hand. “I wish I could cook for you every night,” he smiled sadly. It was just his luck that he would meet the woman of his dreams, but that she’d be the one person he couldn’t have. The daughter of El Padrino was strictly off-limits. You father wanted you to have a good life, one away from crime and violence, and falling in love with a member of the MC wasn’t what he wanted for you. He'd tried his best to shield you, but the MC was your family too. As you looked at Hank from across the table, at his soft brown eyes that gazed so adoringly at you, you wanted nothing more than him.

After dinner, you washed up in companionable silence, both knowing what would happen next, but enjoying each other’s company too much to rush things. Your hands brushed every now again, as Hank handed you the clean dishes to dry. He’d put on a soft soul playlist that quietly played in the background and you wondered if you’d ever felt as content as you did in this very moment. After you’d finished cleaning up, Hank poured another glass of wine. He handed it to you, and you set it down, pulling him to you by the lapels of his shirt. You kissed, Hank moaning as your tongue flicked gently against his. He pushed you back against the counter, your body slotting perfectly in between his. His large hands caressed your hips, your waist, moving slowly up before cupping your cheeks. “I love you,” he whispered, not quite realising what he was saying until the words had left his mouth. The only person he’d ever said those three words to before were his mother. He instantly regretted opening his mouth as you pulled away from him slightly, a slight smile playing on your lips. “I love you too,” you whispered back, “now take me to bed.”

Whisking you up in his arms, Hank carried you through to his bedroom. You noticed the room was mostly bare, save for a bed, a side table and small built-in closet. You guessed he didn’t need much here seeing as he spent most of his time at the Club House, but then you spotted a few polaroids on his bedside table, ones you’d taken in the motel room the other night. You were snuggled up together, your heads touching, both smiling at the camera. You’d given them to Hank, and completely forgotten about them, but seeing them now you couldn’t help but smile. “You big softie,” you teased, kissing him as he lay you gently on top of his sheets. “I like having them there,” he said, “it reminds me this isn’t a dream.” He didn’t dare keep any photos of you on his phone in case anyone saw them. If he had it his way, all his memory would taken up with photos of you, but the two polaroids were all he had. Sometimes, when he’d had a heavy day and he couldn’t sleep, he’d look at the photos to remind himself that there was some good in the world.

Hank moved between your thighs, sliding your dress up to your waist. Your wetness was already visible through your underwear, and he ran a finger over the soft material, smiling as you arched hips into his touch. “Please,” you whined, desperate to feel his fingers inside you. “So impatient,” Hank smiled, his finger trailing up the skin of your inner thigh, feeling your body shiver against him. “Hank,” you pleaded, “please.” “Ok querida,” he said, smiling at your neediness as he slid your underwear down over your legs. You spread your legs wide, letting him take all of you in as his fingers stroked your slick folds, ghosting over your clit before he lowered his mouth to your centre. You cried as his tongue replaced his fingers, greedily lapping up the sweet taste of you, the sounds of your moans spurring him on. He slid a finger inside, your tight walls clenching against him, before sliding in one more. “Fuck,” you whispered, your hands gripping Hank’s hair as he curled his fingers in a “come here” motion, stroking a spot deep within you. You could feel the pleasure building, your thighs shaking as Hank worked his tongue and fingers expertly. This man knew your body so well, knew just what turned you on. Hank moaned against your swollen bud, the taste of you driving him insane. His spare hand snaked its way up to your chest, taking your nipple in between his fingers. He squeezed gently, enjoying the moan that escaped you. “Harder,” you breathed, “I’m so close.” Hank obliged, flicking your pert nipple and squeezing it a little tighter. With a shuddering cry, your hands gripped his hair, and you came around his fingers, you hips arching into his tongue that still circled your clit. Every nerve ending in your body screamed for more, and Hank carried you through your orgasm, gently stroking your soft walls until your cry became a soft moan, your thighs quivering.

You lay breathless on his sheets, your chest heaving as you came down from your high. Hank was certain he’d never seen anything so beautiful in all his life. You looked so perfect, your hair splayed out around you, your cheeks flushed. You sat up, hastily undoing the buttons of his shirt, giggling as he lifted your dress over your head. You fumbled with the button on his jeans, desperate to have him naked in front of you. As you pulled down his underwear, his dick was already hard, pre-cum leaking from the tip. You took him in your mouth, Hank rewarding you with a loud moan. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, making up what you couldn’t fit in. He was big, and it made your jaw ache, but you loved looking up at the blissed out look on his face whenever you took him like this. Your tongue swirled over his tip, your hand and mouth working together. “I wanna cum inside you, querida,” Hank hissed, pulling back. You pouted, enjoying the hold you had over him, and he pulled you in for a deep kiss. He settled at the top of the bed, his back against the headboard and pulled you into his lap. You lowered yourself onto him, your legs either side, your arms wrapped round each other. This position felt so intimate, your bodies so closely connected as you rocked you hips, Hank stretching you out in a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. You sighed into his lips, his hands gripping your hair as you moved. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips grazing your jawline and neck. “I love you too,” you smiled, your back arching as his thumb began to stroke soft, slow circles over your clit. No matter how many times you had this man, you always wanted more.

Hank rocked his hips in time with yours, your bodies perfectly in sync as your pleasure built. He loved watching the expressions on your face as you rode him, the soft moans you made driving him crazy. Your breasts grazed across his chest as he pulled you closer to him, the smell of your perfume and shampoo intoxicating. He could never get enough of you, he was always left wanting more. He’d never felt like this before, never been so at the mercy of one person. Hank could feel himself getting close, not wanting this moment to end but the way your body moved against his, he couldn’t help himself. “Fuck, querida,” he growled, arching his hips hard into you as he came, a hoarse moan erupting deep within him as he spilled into you. You pushed yourself against him, your own orgasm rippling through your body as you felt Hank cum inside you, his strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer. You stayed like that, your heartbeats and breath slowing down as you came down off your high. “We’ll make this work, Hank,” you said, gently kissing him. You’d always known this man was special, but after tonight, you couldn’t bear the thought of him not being in your life. It broke your heart just to think of it. “I promise you, we’ll make it work.”

Outside Hank’s house, Marcus Alvarez pulled to a stop. He had some club business he wanted to run by him, as Hank was a man El Padrino could trust. He was wise, he had his head screwed on and he never made irrational decisions. But, as Marcus approached the house, he noticed your car parked outside. It was unmistakable, with its custom paint job that Coco had given it the day you brought it to the MC. Why would you be here? None of the lights were on in the house, but Hank’s bike was parked out front. A cold, creeping dread slithered its way down Marcus’ spine as he came to the slow, but gut-wrenching realisation of what his daughter and his close friend were probably doing. Marcus gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. This absolutely wouldn’t fucking stand. He sat there watching the house for a few minutes, his anger bubbling up inside until it threatened to spill over. He thought about breaking the door down, storming in and grabbing you, but he knew he wouldn’t like what he saw. No, he’d bide his time, wait for the right moment. Hank would see what happened when you messed with El Padrino.

[amononymous]

Silence Patch

During the mission, [reader] is wounded.  Their partner, Hank, tries his best to heal them.

Hank x Reader

tw// Wounds, violence. 

Another day.  Another mission.  As heard by the ear-shattering sounds of the gunshots fired by the agents.  Bullets pass through.  Hank swiftly dodges every bit of them while sprinting.  Letting his katana penetrate one agent.  Then slashing one after another.

You’re behind Hank watching the performance unfold.  Resisting all the urges not to show how amazed you are.   This is Hank they’re seeing in action after all.  Seeing him fight… how would that not be amazing?!

The blood dances in the air as you watch.  Your eyes try to retain focus on Hank’s ability and for any other surviving agent you can shoot down.  

Before you knew it, Hank cleared all enemies in this very room.  The room consists of iron odor, causing you to crinkle your nose.

“Alright, let’s move.” The airy, deep voicesnaps you back to reality.  Hank is glaring at you, waiting for an answer.

“Right… Gotta stay focused,”  you nodded.  “I really gotta stop making you do all the killing though.”

Hank stops dead on his track as his attention pans to what you said.  “Elaborate?” 

“Well… we’re paired together for this raid after all.  Would suck if you did all the killing while I just watched.”

Hank remains silent.  Perhaps trying to process what you’re trying to say.

“What I mean is that, I’m your partner right? So why not make me feel like one?”

“[Reader], I get it,” Hank interrupted.  “I’m not stupid.”

“Oh?”  [Reader] took a pause.  “Well, do I get to be in action now?”

“You can.  The agents are all mine if you fail to take them down swiftly.”

“But you always kill them so fast?!”

“Not my problem.”

Without batting an eye.  Hank hears a light clinking noise on the ground.  Before glancing at the source.

“A flashbang?!” Hank immediately closes his eyes upon noticing it.

“Wait what-” you bat your eyes in response to this.  Next thing you know, the loud sound caused you to shut your eyes and cover your ears.  The ringing noise produced from the flashbang was all you could hear.  Your eyes are teary as you try to wipe off the numbing blindness.

Afterimages.  That was all you could see.

What followed was muffled sounds of gunshots.  The weird feeling on your cheek starts to irritate you.  

It’s like you’re in a big room.  Your legs don’t know where to step and all you could hear were constant noises.  Like balloons popping on the other side of the room.

Where are you?  Which way did you come from?  Where’s the sound coming from?

Few seconds later.  Your eyelids open up slowly when all the sounds die down.  Your eyes focus on the first thing they meet.  Hank.

Placing his palm on his forehead.  He investigates the whole room for any other hidden ambush lying beyond the door.  Seems like the room is thoroughly dyed with more crimson and aureolin yellow.

“Didn’t see it coming did you?”  Hank taunted.  “Really should’ve watched yourself.  You were one step away to The Other Place.”

“How would I have seen that?!” You growled.  “And you know how fast these things set off!”

“Doesn’t matter, get going.”  Hank then took a pause after finally taking one good look at you, before pointing at his own cheek.  “Something’s on your face.”

Hank then urgently walks up to you and starts glaring something at your left cheek.

Before you realized it.  You felt this stinging pain continuously irritating you as you felt your cheek.  The moist feeling was enough to alert you.  Seeing the streak of red on your fingers was the next reason why.

“How did this happen!?”  You gasped, letting your fingers rub against the fresh wound.  “Ugh, no wonder it was bugging me.”

“Who knows?  Perhaps from the ambush?”  Hank said. 

“Ow ow! Now it’s starting to hurt more now!”  You sighed.  “Great, as if this couldn’t get any worse.”

As you grumbled trying to hide the wounds from plain sight.  Your eyes widened as you felt this aggressive grip on your wrist.  Hank was eager to observe the cut resting on your face.

Few seconds pass by.  Nothing but silence.  Your heart could jump out any time with the tension lingering in the air. 

Finally letting go of your wrist.  Your eyes start fixating on Hank as he rummages the inside of his coat, soon displaying a medkit.

“Huh?”  you acknowledged.  “You carry those around?”

Hank remains silent as you hear tools being put out and hit the ground.  The clinkling sounds echoed in this desolate room.

“Stay still.” Hank directed.  

Confused, you closed your eyes letting your body relax as Hank slowly inches closer at you.  Your ears pick up Hank’s breathing.  It was steady, muffled and tickles you a bit.  

Trying your best not to move a muscle, you try to scrounge for some self control.  Breathing fully to try and calm yourself.  

But then again, the situation at hand makes it hard not to break character.

Hank lets the cotton ball soak in a few drops of rubbing alcohol.  Before extending his arm to let the cotton ball interact against the wound.  To which you flinch in response.  

“Ahh! Didn’t mean to flinch there!”  You gasped.

You glance at Hank. Nervousness streaks your body as Hank remains silent.

After a couple of breaths, you close your eyes again, letting Hank resume his process.

The stinging feeling of the rubbing alcohol causes your body to tense up.  You can feel some of the liquid content dripping down your face.  Not only that, but Hank’s glove is tickling you a little bit.  You feel the plastic-like, waxy surface rubbing your chin in a circular motion.  You felt the same rubbery feeling rub against your cheek, wiping off any excess liquid given off the cotton ball.

All you can feel and hear is your own heartbeat.  Each beat can only go faster as time passes on.   Your heart could really jump out any second.

All of this is giving you a sense of deja vu.

The sense of the past.  Sitting up, you were on the medical bed looking around for anything that piques your interest.

While stable, the room was muted.  All you can hear as of now is your breathing.  Letting the chemical odor linger inside your nostril as the minutes go by.

Eventually, the footsteps echo in the medical room.  Shifting your attention to the distinct sound, your eyes locked onto Doc.

The burning sensation, the little drop of rubbing alcohol running down your skin.  Gritting your teeth, all you could do is do what was instructed by Doc.  “Don’t move.”

A moment of peace but also a bit of tension as you let Doc disinfect your wound.

“That feeling…  Did Hank learn this from Doc?”

You don’t doubt that thought.  As you can recognize some of the techniques Hank is putting into treating you.  All you can defer from the both is their preciscions.  Hank is a bit more improper in handling this than Doc.  You can tell he has less experience in doing so.  

Strangely… you feel at peace.  After the initial bloodshed brewing earlier, all that’s leftover is the peaceful atmosphere persisting within you.  It’s like relaxing at a beachside.  Watching the sunset while the breeze softly brushes you.

All within that moment, you can tell Hank’s putting in some care.  His rough fingers brush against your cheek as he puts the bandage on, finally covering up your cut.

Steadily you open your eyes and see Hank tilt his head.  His eyes focused on the bandage as his thumb pressed against the corner, ensuring it was airtight. 

“There.  Should be good,”  Hank stood up, extending his arms to stretch his muscles.

Frozen for a second, you feel the bandage.  Content grows within you as your eyes widen over the gesture Hank did.  Your heart warms up.  Still a bit surprised over this but contented as you felt like you won something in life. 

“A-ah… thanks!”  you extolled.  “I’m already feeling better by the second!”

“Good.” Hank glances at you, checking you up and down for anything else he should look out for, before looking back at you.  “Let’s go.”

“As straightforward as ever.”  You sighed.  “Well, you’re right.  Let’s go.”

You let Hank take the initiative as you walk behind him.  Looking around to make sure the same thing doesn’t happen again.  

“Make sure it doesn’t happen again.”  Hank continues to walk without batting an eye on you.

“Huh?”  it took you seconds to process what he said.  “Umm… don’t worry.  I’ll be careful.”

“Good.”  Hank said. 

Both of you kept walking, readying your weapons for any danger that lies ahead.

You already wished the tranquil moment with you and Hank lasted longer.

But oh well, maybe at least seeing that side of Hank was enough to fill you with delight.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

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❤💦❤💦

[drabbles-mc]

Coming Along

Hank Loza x GN!Reader

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March.

Prompt: garden

Word Count: 300

A/N: this is it! we did it, friends! this was such an interesting writing exercise/challenge in terms of self control keeping under a specific word count, and being flexible enough to write a fic no matter who the wheel gave me. i highly recommend because it definitely got me out of my comfort zone! hope you've all enjoyed the fics as well! xo

Hank was able to do and take care of a lot for his mom, but realistically there were only so many hours in a day. There was a small list of things around her house that he knew he had to take care of, things that she couldn’t do herself.

He never put any of it on your plate, knowing that you were also busy. But he couldn’t pretend it didn’t melt him inside when he showed up to his mother’s house after wrapping things up with the club, and already seeing your car parked in her driveway.

He made his way towards the house. Letting himself in, he didn’t hear anything in the kitchen or living room. It wasn’t until he walked farther into the house and got near the back door that he heard the two of you, relieved to hear you both laughing.

Walking out into the back yard, he saw you kneeling on the ground, planting flowers in his mother’s freshly-weeded garden. That was a task she’d mentioned to him multiple times but it hadn’t ever made it to the top of the priority list. Clearly, though, the two of you had taken care of it in his absence.

Neither of you even noticed him at first, too busy talking and laughing with each other as you tried to figure out the best placement for all the flowers and plants you’d bought. Hank lingered silently for a moment just to revel in the sights and sounds of it all before he finally cleared his throat and stepped out of the house and onto the grass.

“Looks good back here,” he said as he went and gave his mother a hug, followed by going and giving you a kiss.

“It’s coming along,” you said with a smile.

[madimagines]

I see your new, that is cool!

How about the main 4 with a reader who bakes cakes? I bet they will like the food there s/o make

Remember you are amazing! Don't give up <3

Love you ♡

~ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ CAKE SHENANIGANS

headcanon list featuring hank, sanford, deimos, and 2bd with a reader who bakes cakes!

content includes: fluff, and just curious guys rooting for their s/o!

author's note: hello! i hope this works :). and yup! it's been awesome being here so far <3. your request was incredibly fun to write, and i hope you have a great day!

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# ‎ ~ ‎ HANK J. WIMBLETON

whenever hank first found out about your incredible ability, it was as if his love for you skyrocketed on the spot.

although hank is quiet, he finds pleasure in watching you bake. he'll hover over you, sit on the counter, whatever grants him a better view.

it's a different story whenever hank tried your cakes for the first time.

he described it as "the best thing above hotdogs" which is actually his top favorite food.

if you offer to teach him or ask him to help you, hank will be hesitant at first because he's never really baked anything before.

but when he agrees he's satisfied with you guiding him along. hank also loves listening to you talk, it's an instant remedy to calm him down.

show him anything that blends and hank will do grabby hands, he gets child-like excitement if you let him mix.

as a bonus: hank will bow down to you if you let him lick the spoon and/or bowl <3

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# ‎ ~ ‎ SANFORD

sanford had a reaction similar to hank's, but he was much more tame about it.

he'll nod to you, tell you how cool that is, probably go on a compliment spree, and then offer to bake with you sometime.

i like to think sanford has decent baking skills, so he was rather pleased in discovering his partner took the same interests.

it's a great bonding experience for you two, both of you working together to tackle different things in the kitchen.

sanford doesn't mind just watching you too, he finds you even more peaceful when you're working.

he'd probably be the type to get slightly messy, but nothing impossible to clean. and he'd clean up his own mess anyways.

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# ‎ ~ ‎ DEIMOS

when i say jawdrop, i mean jawdrop.

you're about to get showered with compliments from your heart-eyed partner.

i have a headcanon that deimos, for no reason in particular, is just a really good cook, so he'll beg you to teach him some of your skills.

he'll very likely brag about you to his peers, the first comment being "they make these kickass cakes!"

he'll definitely tone it down if you're uncomfortable, but don't expect him to stop entirely

he'd also hug you from behind while you're in the kitchen. he adores you so much and nothing will change that.

if you need a certain ingredient or tool deimos will certainly be off to find that thing, even if it means interrogating random grunts or the other guys. a little over the top maybe, but dei tries.

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# ‎ ~ ‎ 2BDAMNED

he's pretty much a workaholic, so doc never really gives himself time to do any different hobbies.

he was highly intrigued when you told him about your baking.

doc would be the type to ask many questions about what you do, displaying genuine interest with each answer.

unless it's an emergency on his end he will drop whatever he's doing to watch you.

he may or may not take notes in a notepad because honestly, it's doc.

gets irritated when somebody tries to interrupt you. he'll either shoo them off or pull out the rolled up newspaper.

he'll help you out wherever he can, doc isn't much of a baker so his knowledge is limited. he won't label himself as entirely useless however!

sniiiiiiiff™

the smell of it is a huge pleasure to him.