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cloveroctobers · 1 year

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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.

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mayans-mc · 2 years

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Mayans MC gif meme → 6 characters [2/6]: Hank 'Tranq' Loza __________________________ Hey, whatever you need... I got you. You're not alone in this. I'll help. I got you.

#mayans mc #mayansmcedit #mayansedit #hank 'tranq' loza #tranq loza #hank loza #mayans mc gif meme #my edits #next: riz

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Family Dinner

Hank Loza x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Hear me out here, a continuation to one of the first you wrote for Hank Loza. He's on a run for like a week or 2 and it's a bit into the relationship but not quite living together still. His mom needs something so she calls and reader invites her over to talk and for dinner. Hank was able to finish the run early, and comes home to his 2 favorite people laughing/telling stories over dinner. I think his heart would melt. (Other fics in this AU: Come Through and Closeness)

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I’m assuming that this is the universe you were referencing. We love a fic about Hank’s mom! And by we, I mean me haha. Hope you enjoy!

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Staying behind while Hank was on runs with the club didn’t necessarily get easier, but you were slowly adjusting. The constant offer to stay at his place while he was gone helped a lot. He still always left you with a laundry list of phone numbers for pretty much everyone in the club. He also always reminded you before he left that your number was on the fridge at his mothers for her to call in case she needed anything. You had yet to receive a call from her, but his next run was supposed to be over a week long so you figured this might be the time that you heard from her. By this point the two of you had seen each other enough, you hoped that she’d feel comfortable calling if she needed to.

It was late on the morning of day seven of Hank’s run when your phone rang. You didn’t recognize the number, but given the circumstances you answered any call while he was away just in case.

“Hello?”

“Oh, good,” the relief in his mother’s voice was palpable, “it’s you.”

You laughed, “Hey, Mama. Everything okay?”

“Yes. I was worried I was going to call the wrong number. Hank’s handwriting,” she huffed.

You couldn’t help but to chuckle and shake you head, “He writes in his own code,” you paused, “What’s up? You doing alright?”

“Yes. I hate to ask, but Hank won’t be home for another few days yet.”

“Whatever you need, I can help.”

“I just need some groceries. Not a lot, just a few things.”

“Okay,” you checked the time on your phone, “Well, I’m off work today. So I can stop and pick them up for you, or I can come pick you up and we can both go shopping together.”

“Oh,” there was a hint of hesitation in her voice, “I don’t want to take up your whole day.”

You smiled and shook your head even though she couldn’t see you. Moments like that, you could see where Hank got his overly considerate nature from, “I’d love to spend my whole day with you. Why don’t we both get ready, I’ll come pick you up, we can grab coffee on the way, get groceries, and I’ll hang out and we can make dinner. I’ll see if I can pick up on a few of your tricks.”

There was a brief pause before she spoke up, but you could hear her excitement, “Okay. I’ll get ready. I’ll see you soon, mija.”

You smiled, “See you soon.”

She must’ve heard your car pulling into her driveway, because she was coming out the front door of her house as you were shutting your car door behind you. She smiled and waved at you as she made her way down her front steps. Walking over, you offered her your arm to hold onto so you could help her into your car.

As you were sliding back into the driver’s seat, she spoke up, “Gracias, mija. You didn’t have to do all of this.”

You smiled as you waved off her comment, “Please, this is the highlight of my week. Besides,” you reversed out of her driveway, “Hank is great, but I could use the girl’s time,” you glanced over at her with a grin, “We both could.”

Things were a little awkward at first—it was the first time it was ever just the two of you. But that feeling went away quickly once the two of you got to the store, coffee cups in hand as you strolled up and down the aisle. You pushed the cart, following Hank’s mom around as she went from one aisle to the next. You knew that most of the time Hank did her grocery shopping for her. Not because she couldn’t, but because it was one of the ways that he could still take care of her despite everything else that was always going on. But she was winding her way through the store like she still had it memorized. Every now and then she’d ask you to grab something that was too far back on the shelf for her to reach.

“You know I love my son,” she sipped on her coffee as she scanned over the produce, “But sometimes when he asks me why some of my things have to be a certain brand?” she shook her head, “You’d think after all these years, mija, he’d know.”

You laughed as you leaned against the bar of the cart, “Sometimes boys just don’t get it, Mama.”

She carefully placed a few tomatoes into the cart, “That’s true. But he tries,” a smile broke out across her face as she turned back to you, “He means well.”

You nod, mirroring her expression, “He does.”

The two of you made your way towards the checkout, cart full of things for each of you. His mom was taking count of everything, making sure that she grabbed all that she had wanted, “Have you heard from him?” she glanced at the list in her hands, “I don’t usually hear from him when he’s on his work trips.”

You bit back a chuckle at her calling the club run a work trip, but you shook your head, “I don’t usually hear much from him. Maybe a text here or there. He stays pretty busy when he’s away.”

“Mhm,” she nodded slowly as you both started putting items on the checkout belt, “He does,” she placed a few items down, “But he makes time for you?”

You didn’t have to turn to know that she was looking at you. If there was any hesitation or uncertainty in your response, you knew that she’d give Hank an earful. You loved that about her. Looking over at her, you smiled and nodded, “Always. Hank might be busy, but you raised a man who always makes time for the women in his life.”

“The women that he loves,” his mother elaborated, eyes no longer fixed on you as she dug through her purse.

Heat flared up into your cheeks at what she’d said, and you were glad that she wasn’t looking at you to see the expression on your face. Neither you nor Hank had said it yet, but now you thought that maybe he had said something to her that he hadn’t said to you. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you tried to focus on paying for the groceries.

After a short debate with his mother about who was going to pay for everything, you managed to make her put her purse away and allow you to cover what the two of you were purchasing. She wasn’t happy about it, making a comment about how you must be spending too much time with her son to be insisting on things like that. You had no choice but to laugh as you handed your card over to the cashier, the young girl clearly amused by the rapid-fire exchanges between you and the older woman with you. You assumed that the young girl knew some Spanish by the way she was trying to stifle her laughter at some of the mumblings of Hank’s mother.

“I’m cooking, then,” she picked up one of the grocery bags, at least allowing you to grab the other too.

You smiled, shaking your head as you followed her out of the store, “Of course.”

Her annoyance with you paying for the food faded quickly. She wasn’t really that upset about it—it was just her pride and the principle of it all. Once the two of you were back in the car driving home, she was right onto the next thing, telling you what she was planning on making for dinner.

“I showed Hank when he was young,” she held her purse in her lap, “I’ll show you, too.”

Warmth spread inside your chest, “Thank you.”

When the two of you had gotten back to her house and unpacked all the groceries, the first thing Hank’s mother did was shuffle off to find an apron for you. You laughed as she handed it over to you, insisting that it was necessary if you were going to be helping her in her kitchen. All you could think about was the fact that she most definitely forced Hank to do the same. You wondered what his aprons looked like.

You listened to every word she said, soaking it all up. Every move she made seemed so second nature. You wished that you had the opportunity to take notes on it all, but you supposed you would just have to come and bother her in her kitchen more often to learn it all. Something told you that she wouldn’t exactly mind that.

“You should both come over,” his mother nodded as she gathered up all her seasonings, “Maybe you could teach my son to focus like you do.”

You laughed while you were dutifully stirring the pot on the stove. You felt your phone going off in your back pocket. Pulling it out, you smiled when you saw Hank’s name flashing across the screen. You shook your head as you showed the screen to his mom, “Speaking of which,” you accepted the call, pinning the phone between your shoulder and your ear, “Hey, baby. All good?”

“All good,” he paused and you could hear the controlled chaos in the background, “We actually finished up early here.”

“That’s because you’re there to take care of business,” you felt his mom tap your shoulder, and you took the seasoning she gave you, shaking it into the pot until she motioned for you to stop.

“Maybe. Anyway, we’re about three hours out. I’ll be home tonight, not too late.”

“That’s great!”

“Yea. I gotta stop by my mom’s first, though. Missed a call from her so I’m gonna check in and make sure she’s alright.”

You glanced over at her as she chopped up vegetables on the cutting board, “I’m sure she’s fine. But do what you gotta do.”

“I’ll see you at home?”

You chuckled softly, “You’ll see me tonight, yes. Ride safe, Hank.”

“Will do.”

You hung up the phone and slid it back into your pocket. Returning your full attention to the pot in front of you, you said, “Hank’s going to be home a few days early. We can eat while it’s hot, but he said he’s stopping in tonight.”

His mother looked back over her shoulder at you, a smile breaking out across her face, “Perfect.”

The two of you made quick work of cooking dinner. His mom set out an extra plate and silverware for Hank, even though he wasn’t going to get there in time to eat with the two of you. The meal came out great, Hank’s mom complimenting you and thanking you for your help. It wasn’t lost on her that you made the effort to spend the whole day with her when you didn’t really have to.

The two of you were sitting next to each other at the table, your now-empty plates pushed off to the side. You were showing her pictures of you and Hank that you had on your phone. Photos from little day trips the two of you had taken. You were both gushing over them when you heard the sound of his bike rolling into the driveway.

When he walked through the door, the two of you both looked over at him, smiles on your faces. His mom stood up, quickly making her way over to him, “Mijo!”

“Hey, Mom,” he hugged her, unable to stop looking back and forth between the two of you, “Was checking in since I missed your call this morning, but it looks like you two have it all under control here.”

“She was just showing me,” she waved for him to follow as she walked back over to the table, “pictures from the trip you two took last weekend.”

“You two made dinner?” he leaned down, kissing the top of your head, “Hey.”

You smiled up at him from your chair, “Welcome home.”

His mother shooed him towards the chair kitty-corner to yours, “Sit, sit. Make a plate for yourself.”

“Made enough for three?” he asked with a laugh.

“Enough for three and then some,” you joked as you slipped your phone back into your pocket.

He nodded towards your outfit as he put together a plate for himself, “Nice apron.”

You smoothed it out over yourself with a laugh, “Can’t wait to see you in yours.”

While his mom was busy grabbing a drink for him, he leaned over and stole a quick kiss from you, speaking quietly, “Thank you.”

You smiled, resting your hand over his, “There’s nothing to thank me for. She’s family.”

“So?” his mom set the glass in front of him before taking her seat again, “How was your trip?”

“It was alright,” he nodded, “Missed out on the day you two had, though.”

“It was a girl’s day,” you waved him off with a laugh, “You wouldn’t have been invited anyway.”

You didn’t pry about the run, knowing that he wouldn’t want to get into any of it in front of his mother. Instead, the three of you got wrapped up in stories about any and everything else. He listened to the two of you talk and joke around as he ate. There was nothing else that he’d rather listen to, even if some of the jokes were at his expense.

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 8

Alright ladies and gents. Here's another long chapter for you. A little drama. Not much, but a little. Real drama should be next chapter.

Reminder - you don't want to be me. Promise. Don't copy my shit. Be responsible for your own media consumption

Warnings: mild panic attack, guns, suggestions of degrading language towards women, Venus being head bitch, a suggestion of steam, birthday celebrations.... let me know if I missed something please.

Rex automatically came to heel at Megan’s left side when the lead attached to his harness. Hank smiled and went to put his hand on the small of her back, only to be met with a low growl from the dog. He chuckled. “Looks like you need to introduce me to your new friend, Princessa.”

Megan giggled a little and took Hank’s hand in hers, bringing it down for Rex to smell. “See boy. Just Hank.”

Rex dutifully sniffed Hank’s fingers and accepted an ear rub from the man. This time, when Hank reached for Megan the big dog was silent. He glanced at Happy who looked satisfied as hell.

Happy let Opie and Angel out too so that they could come inside. Apparently they were only outside so that Rex didn’t feel threatened.

Once inside, Rex stuck to Megan like glue watching everyone around them. That caught the eye of the tall dark haired woman chatting with Marcus and Diana with Tig’s arm around her possessively.

“Oh my stars. Marcus, you said your princess was special, but you neglected to mention she’s a god damned angel!” she said.

Marcus laughed. “I don’t know about angel…”

“Nonsense. SHe must be. Happy gave her a dog!” She pointed adamantly to Megan who had looped the end of Rex’s leash around her wrist so she could accept the bottle of water Hank had ordered for her.

“He did what now?” Diana asked, leaning closer to hear over the music with a smile. “Happy doesn’t like anyone over the age of thirteen.”

Tig chuckled. “Well, I’ll be god damned. The brute found a home.” He sipped his beer.

“Brute?” Marcus asked, eyeing the big dog. It’s head came up to Megan’s elbow.

“Oh, Marcus. Not like that. My Alexander and Happy found him when they busted a dog fighting operation after Happy got home from Santo Padre. He was the bastard running it’s personal dog. He is a sweet thing, really. We thought he’d do well for me - but our Angel baby doesn’t share well.” Venus smiled as Angel came to sit at Tig’s feet.

Tig shrugged. “Happy kept him until he could find him a good home. He’s a good dog. Protective as hell when he decides he likes someone. Bit the shit out of Happy’s prospect when he showed up at his house without him.”

They watched as Happy found a croweater he liked and Megan and Hank made their way back towards the bar and her father.

Taza smiled as Megan approached. “Who’s your furry friend, Chica?”

Megan took her father’s hand in hers and offered it to Rex to sniff. Rex sniffed politely. “Papa, meet Rex.”

“Well hello Rex.” Taza rubbed the dog’s cropped ears. “Where’d he come from?”

Hank grinned. “Birthday gift for the princessa from Happy. Snapped her right out of a panic attack too.”

Chibs chuckled from his bar stool. “Little Lass must be special if Happy liked her enough to give her a dog.”

“I can keep him, right Papa?” Megan asked looking up at him through her eyelashes as her bottom lip quivered a little.

“Jaysus Christ, Taza! How do you say no to that?!” Chibs asked with a chuckled as he poured another glass of whiskey from the bottle in front of him.

Hank and Taza answered simultaneously, “We don’t.”

Megan giggled a little and kneeled down with her good arm draped over the big dog’s back. “So that’s a yes? You did say I can’t turn down birthday gifts this weekend…”

“Of course, Chica. He’s yours. He’ll like the ranch. We’ll go shopping for him as soon as we get back.”

Megan smiled and stood again with her big dog at her side.

The party went on with Hank keeping Megna close the entire time. He introduced her as ‘mi reina’ to anyone they spoke to. No one got too close to her though. Not with Hank nearby and Rex right at her heels.

Tig’s Ol’ Lady eventually made it over to be introduced to Megan. They immediately hit it off. As soon as Venus heard Megan’s accent, there was no separating them. They spent the night at a table with Megan in Hank’s lap and the dog at her feet chatting in the way Southern women did back in her home state. They were well on their way to being fast friends with phone numbers quickly exchanged to be able to get together more often. Everything was going beautifully and Hank couldn’t be prouder of Megan.

As the night went on, the men around them got drunker. Coco was playing pool. Bishop was chatting with the other presidents who were gathered for the meeting the next day. Taza spring the time talking to brothers he hadn’t seen in years from other Mayan charters and Marcus and Diana mingled.

The party got rowdier and Megan started getting nervous. She moved in closer to Hank’s body. Rex sat up and put his head on Megan’s knee so she could rub his ears.

“You okay, mi princessa?” Hank asked gently, running his hand down her back.

Megan put on her false smile and nodded. “Mmhmm.”

Hank shook his head. “None of that. Are you hurting, mi amore? Or just tired?”

Megan leaned into him as Rex drooled on her knee. “I’m okay. Just my nerves. I’ll settle in a minute.”

Venus reached across the table to pat her hand. “That’s alright, Sugar. My Alexander won’t let anything go off the rails with me here. You’re safe.”

Hank nodded. “I know they’re rowdy, mi princessa, but I’m right here. No one will touch you.” He tucked her close to his chest and draped her painted jacket around her.

“That jacket is gorgeous. I need to know where you got it…” Venus said, doing her best to be distracting.

Megan smiled. “Papa bought it for me today.”

Rex growled as someone approached the table. The man wore a patch that Megan didn’t recognize.

“Ms. Venus! Hell of a party, but where are the girls? Some of us didn’t bring our own like your friend here. Since he’s not sharing…” The man indicated Megan with a wave.

Rex growled again and stood between Megan and the unknown patch. His hackles raised and his teeth were bared.

Venus stood as well, carefully adjusting her blouse. “I believe, my drunk friend, you have had enough partying. I suggest you make your way to your lodgings for the evening.”

“Ah. I’m fine! Just get your friend to share his girl. I’m sure she won’t mind.” He leered at Megan.

Hank growled low in his chest and stood, placing Megan behind him. He felt her wrap her fingers in the back of his shirt under his kutte. “You need to listen to the lady. Leave. Now.”

Megan’s knees went weak and she knelt to wrap her arm around the rumbling form of her new dog with a whimper.

Venus raised her eyebrows as Happy and Tig came up behind her. “Listen, Honey - you need to leave - and take the rest of your club with you.”

Tig nodded. “Take your club and go - before we make you. You were called to this meeting as a courtesy. That invitation has just been revoked.”

The drunk man reached for his kutte and Megan heard guns cocking all around her and buried her face against Rex’s bristled fur. Her breathing got shorter and briefer as panic took hold. “Papa?!” Megan squeaked out.

Hands gently took her shoulders and guided her to stand. Rex didn’t react to whoever was touching her. “Easy, Sweet Chica. Right here.” Taza turned her so that she could bury herself in the front of his button down. He took hold of Rex’s leash as well and guided her behind the bar. “Rex - heel.” Rex followed and stood guard at the entrance behind the bar.

Taza focused on Megan - he left the dog to be the guard for his back. “Alright, Sweet Chica. You’re safe now.” He pulled her into his lap holding her close. “Breathe, Sweet Girl.” He noted that Megan wasn’t as far gone as she had been before. She was still struggling to breathe - but she still had some control. “That’a girl. Breathe for Papa.”

Megan managed a deep breath as Hank came around the edge of the bar. “Good boy, Rex.” He rubbed the dog’s ears. He made it over to kneel down near Taza. “All done, mi princessa. They’re gone. Your padrinos helped escort them out themselves.”

Megan nodded and swallowed a sob.

Hank smiled at her. “That’s my girl. Breathe with your papa.”

Rex nudged his way up to lick her ears making her giggle and sniff. She pulled herself up to sit on the floor so the dog could check her over sniffing intently.

“There’s a good lass. Ya alrigh’?” a Scottish brogue asked from the other side of the bar.

Megan nodded and took the bandana Hank handed her to wipe her face. “Yeah. Sorry,” she croaked.

“Here now - none o’ that. We’re sorry that shite got outta hand. Think ya can come on out now?” Chibs asked peeking over the bar from the other side. “Yer pooch won’ let anyone else back there…”

Megan nodded again and stood, waiting for Hank and Taza to join her before walking back out into the bar proper. Chibs had sent everyone outside to the bonfires to give Megan time to calm. All that remained in the bar were the Samcro officers and Megan’s family - and Venus who came bustling closer to her.

“Oh, Sweetheart. I’m so sorry. Here -” she dug in her oversized handbag and handed Megan a single pack of make-up wipes. “Your make-up is all smudged.”

“Oh!” Megan took the package with a small smile. “Thank you. Sorry for the freak out.” She opened the wipe only to have Taza take it from her and turn her face to him to remove the smudged make-up.

“No. We’re sorry, Little Bit. That shouldn’t have happened. It won’t happen again,” Tig assured her, pulling Venus back under his arm.

Happy nodded firmly.

“Appreciate it,” Bishop said. “Poquito, you okay?”

Diana looked worried, but Marcus just smiled softly at Megan as he waited for the answer.

“Si, Padrino. I’m okay.” She tried for a comforting smile.

“Alright. I think that’s enough of that for one night,” Taza said. “Maybe we’d better take Megan home.”

Marcus nodded. “I agree. We’ll see you at the lodge tomorrow, but we should be headed out.”

“O’ course-” Chibs said. “We’ll make adjustments to the meeting room so the Lass can still see her ol’ man while she waits.”

“Deeply appreciated,” Hank said. He nodded at the Samcro men. “Mi princessa,” he waited for Megan to look at him. “Why don’t you and your papa take Rex out to do his business before the ride back, hmm? I’ll be right behind you.”

Megan nodded and allowed Taza and the others to lead her out.

Hank turned to look at Happy. “How much do I owe you for the tattoo, man?”

Happy waved him off. “Nah. Just lock her down hard, man. She’s worth it.”

Hank chuckled. “Believe me. I’m trying. Just waiting for her to heal up. Won’t start something I can’t finish, brother.”

Happy chuckled and shook his head chewing on his toothpick.

Tig piped up, “No one said you had to finish, man, as long as she does!”

Hank laughed at the Samcro VP. “Well - you’re not wrong.”

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Taza stopped off at a pet store to get dog food and a bowl for in the morning on the way home.

Once back at Marcus’ house, Marcus and Diana very quickly retired to their bedroom to enjoy their child free night. Taza too retired to Marcus’ den where he was sleeping on the pull out couch.

Hank smiled at Megan as she took the harness off of Rex. “You did good, mi princessa.”

Megan snorted. “I had a very public meltdown. I wouldn’t call that ‘good’ Hank. I embarrassed the hell out of you guys. I’m sorry.” She sighed, sitting on the floor leaning back against the trunk at the end of the bed.

“Hey now,” Hank said as he perched on top of the same trunk. “We were far from embarrassed, mi amore.” He smiled down at her as she leaned her head on his knee. He stroked her hair gently, easing the flower combs out of her braids. “You also were in control the entire panic attack this time. You kept Rex close and kept yourself together until Taza could get you out of there. That’s amazing, mi amore. No one was embarrassed by you tonight.” He kept stroking her hair as Rex laid across her extended legs.

Megan thought carefully. “I did do that - didn’t I?”

“Mmhm. And before that - you kept yourself together when the fight scared you too.”

“Rex knocked me out of that one before I got too deep though.” She petted the soft, fine fur of her new friend.

Hank chuckled. “He did do that. That in and of itself is amazing, Princessa.”

“What do you mean?”

“Happy gave you a dog. One he’d rescued. Happy doesn’t trust anyone with his dogs. Not even his brothers. Happy doesn’t trust people. Hell - he barely trusts me to tattoo him. But - he trusted you enough to give you a dog. That - more than anything - gains you respect among the Reapers mi princessa. And you did that on your own. No amount of being someone’s daughter or my ol’ lady could have gotten you that respect. That was all you.”

Megan smiled a little and looked up at him. “Really?”

Hank nodded. “Really. Now what do you say we get you into a nice hot shower before bed, hmm?”

Megan nodded with a yawn. “Okay. But I don’t want to sleep on wet hair, so can we leave it up until I get out?”

“Anything you want, mi amore.”

Hank took the bag and tape they used to keep her wrist cast dry into the bathroom first before helping her to undress. He pressed soft kisses to each leg as he rolled down the stockings she was wearing. Then across her good shoulder and neck as he eased the dress off her bad arm. He struggled a bit with the backless bra until Megan undid the front clasp between her breasts and let it fall. Hank kissed her softly, but deeply - then helped her wrap her cast so she could shower, and helped her into the shower stall.

While she showered - he shaved at the sink. This had become routine for them so that he was close enough to help if she needed it. It also had the bonus of him being freshly shaven when he took her to bed at night.

WHen she stepped out, he wrapped her in one of Diana’s huge fluffy towels while he un-taped the bag from her cast. The bruising from her car crash injuries was fading but it was still visible and made him extra gentle as he helped her to dry and dress in one of his Mayan t-shirts and some fresh underwear. Finally, back in their bedroom, he helped to remove the hair pins and unbraid her long dark hair before getting himself into the basketball shorts he wore to bed and giving her one last dose of pain medicine for the night.

Megan had to lay facing away from him or on her back to sleep because of the broken collarbone when usually she would be basically on top of him to sleep. Hank tucked his arm under her so she could use it as a pillow and cuddled her back against his chest. Just before she fell asleep, Megan tangled her fingers on her good hand with his and he felt the welcome chill of her ring.

For once, Megan slept through the night. Rex nudged Hank at a little after six in the morning and then walked to the door looking back at the bed. It took him a moment to realize what the big dog needed before he slipped from behind Megan to take the dog out to the back yard.

Once back inside, Rex quickly went back to the corner of the room he’d chosen as his own and laid back down to sleep. Hank chuckled, but decided to take the dog’s advice and joined Megan back in the warm bed. It was a chilly and overcast morning. He snuggled back against Megan’s back just in time for her to startle awake with a gasp. “East, Princessa. Just me.”

Megan rolled over onto her back and blinked owlishly up at him. “Why’re you cold?” she asked raspily.

Hank smiled and pressed a small kiss between her eyes where her forehead tended to furrow when she was confused. “Rex needed to go out.”

She frowned. “I’m sorry. I”d have taken him out…”

“I know you would have, but I don’t mind. He’s a very polite dog. Chi Chi doesn’t have nearly as nice of manners when he needs out.” He kissed her gently. “He may be yours, mi amore, but I don’t mind helping with him.”

She smiled up at him and his breath caught. That was his favorite smile - when she was just happy. “Okay.”

“Do you want to get up?” he asked quietly, stroking a lock of hair out of her face and back behind her ear.

“Not really. Especially if it’s cold out.” She tugged his arm across her body and traced his tattoos.

He laughed gently. “Fair enough. We don’t have anywhere to be until the meeting at one.”

She tried to snuggle closer to him and winced since he was on her bad side.

Hank rolled to his bedside table for her pain medication and the bottle of water. Once she’d taken it, she tugged at him again grumbling. “Words, mi princessa - I’m not a mind reader,” he told her with a grin.

“I want to cuddle, but can’t ‘cause I can’t move my stupid arm,” she growled.

That startled another laugh out of him. “And what would you like me to do about that?”

“C’mere.”

He smiled and lifted himself into a plank over her, settling his legs between hers but keeping his weight on his forearms. “Better?”

She pouted up at him. “I won’t break. And you promised me kisses!”

He couldn’t resist kissing her pout with a smile. “I also promised you a reward for letting your papa and tíos spoil you yesterday.”

“Yes you did,” she smiled up at him and bit her lip. “I was a very good girl too.”

He chuckled. “You were that…”

“Uh huh. So what’s my reward?”

He allowed a little more of his weight to rest on her and pressed kisses along her high cheekbones. “Well - we have a lunch date before the meeting for one,” he said between kisses.

“We do?”

“Mmhmm.” He kissed down her jaw to nuzzle her ear and neck. “And we’re going somewhere special.” He placed wet kisses there with a teasing smile feeling her press up against him.

“What kind of special?” she asked breathlessly.

He nuzzled the wide neckline of the too large shirt a little lower to kiss more skin. “Well - we’re going somewhere Mama thought you’d enjoy and -” he kissed the very top of her cleavage and felt her press her hips tight to him with a whimper that her desperately wanted to hear more of. “It’ll be just you-” he kissed the hollow of her throat. “-and-” He kissed underneath her jaw. “Me.” He finished with a deep kiss on her lips causing her to wrap her good arm around his neck to pull him as close as possible to maintain the kiss.

Megan ground her hips up against his abs with a soft moan that caused him to chuckle as he broke the kiss. “Sound good, mi princessa?”

She nodded up at him dazedly.

He smiled softly as she took a minute to come back to herself, then watched her cheeks heat a bit. “You good, mi reina?”

“I will be if you kiss me again.”

He laughed and lowered himself again to give her the kisses she wanted. “Anything you want today, mi armoire. Happy Birthday.”

A while later, there was a knock on the door interrupting the slow, heavy make out session the early morning cuddle had turned into. Hank cleared his throat and took a deep breath before he answered without leaving his position above Megan. “Yeah?”

Taza’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Birthday breakfast is nearly ready. Come on out for presents before you steal her away for a few hours.”

Megan laughed a little breathlessly. “Okay, Papa. Be out in a few minutes.”

They heard footsteps move away from the door and Hank buried his face in her stomach where her shirt had been rucked up with a groan. “Remind me to buy looser jeans, mi princessa.”

They got up and Hank helped Megan get dressed. She tried getting him to choose her outfit again, but he headed that off at the pass.

“But - I don’t know what to wear to meet all these people…” she protested.

Hank kissed her gently. “Doesn’t matter, Princessa. Whatever you wear will be perfect. You are la princessa de los Mayas. They’ll follow where you lead.”

She sighed. “Well… it’s chilly so - jeans and boots.”

“Which jeans? The black or the dark wash? You’ve got both here.”

“Dark wash please. They’re a little looser.”

Hank laid them out along with some of her boot socks. “Alright -”

“And can I have the green shirt? The one with the long sleeves?”

Hank found the long sleeved t-shirt for her. “Do you want a hoodie or a flannel, mi amore?”

“I wish I’d packed my green and black flannel-” she grumbled.

“So wear mine -” Hank pulled his from his duffle with a grin.

Megan’s face lit up. “Really?” She looked so excited to be allowed to wear his shirt.

“That’s why I packed it, mi reina,” he said with a wink.

They got her dressed as quickly as they could without jostling her arm and then Hank dressed himself in dark wash jeans and a dark henley. Hank pressed a gentle kiss to her lips and smiled. “Beautiful. Let me get Taza so he can help with your hair.”

Megan smiled and petted Rex’s head. He’d come to sit with her when Hank had gotten himself dressed. He was really good about staying out of the way. “Okay.”

He pressed another kiss to her lips and slipped out the door leaving it open.

He found Taza in the kitchen sipping coffee as Diana fussed over a stack of wrapped gifts on the table. Megan’s family had gone all out. The guys had even sent Bishop money so that they could all be in on one gift she’d open on her birthday. “La princessa needs help with her hair, Taza.”

Taza grinned and sat down his coffee cup. “Good. Gives me a chance to get the first gift in.” He stood from where he leaned on the counter and exited the room with a pat to Hank’s shoulder.

He found Megan on the floor of the guest room giving Rex a good belly rub. The huge dark dog wiggled on his back with glee as Megan’s one hand found nice places to scratch. Taza had to laugh. “Happy Birthday, Sweet Chica.”

Megan smiled up at him. “Thank you, Papa.”

He leaned down to kiss her on the forehead before helping her up. “What do you want to do with your hair today?”

“Can I just have my warrior braids like I do for boxing practice, please?”

“Of course.” He sat her on the blanket chest and retrieved what he’d need before quickly plaiting her hair for her. He attached the silver feather decorations to the ends with a smile. “Need help with your jewelry?”

“Please?”

He noted that the necklace that matched his was already on. The cord it was strung from made it sturdy enough to sleep in so she never took it off. Her earrings were already in place too, so he quickly fastened her crown necklace.

Megan touched the bone choker on the dresser. “Would it be too much for me to wear this too?” she asked quietly. “You said she wore it when she needed confidence…”

Taza gently tied the choker on as well. “Never too much, Chica.” He came around to crouch in front of her. “I didn’t have time to prepare properly for your birthday this year, Sweetheart. That won’t happen again. But I do have something I’ve been saving for a special occasion for you.”

“Oh Papa…” she started to protest.

He held up a hand to stop her. “It’s another heirloom. This time from your Grandpapa.” He pulled a plain, heavy silver ring from his right hand and slid it onto her right pointer finger. The only decorations on the wand were engravings of swirls and a single star on the band. “That ring is passed to the eldest child of each generation when appropriate. I think your first real birthday counts. It’s to remind you that only you know your true north and you have to find it on your own.”

Megan smiled tearily up at him. “Thank you, Papa. I love it.”

He smiled. “Big presents come later, but I wanted you to have something to remind you that your Papa loves you. Today and every day.” He gently kissed her hair. “Now - your padrinos and Hank are waiting. Let’s go out so you can open your gifts before your Tía Diana tries to put us in a food coma with breakfast, huh?”

Megan giggled and stood to follow him out to the kitchen with Rex at her heel.

She entered the kitchen to a chorus of ‘Happy Birthday’ which made her laugh a little. Bishop had to come to join them for breakfast. Rex leaned into Megan’s legs in support as Megan received morning greetings.

Hank brought her a cup of coffee with a grin. “Have a seat mi amore. It’s present time.”

“Shouldn’t we wait? Tessa’s not here,” Megan protested.

“We’ll pick Tessa up on the way to Charming, Poquito. This morning is all about you,” Marcus told her, standing to guide her to a chair at the table.

Megan sat and stared wide eyed at the pile of gifts. “I - I don’t even know where to start,” she admitted.

Bishop nudged a green package towards her. “How about with this one? It’s from the whole club.”

“Really?” Megan asked a little breathlessly.

“Really. They wanted you to have something from all of us on your birthday, Poquito,” Bishop assured. “Individual presents will be at your party, I imagine.”

Megan giggled a little and picked up the package to carefully remove the paper. Inside was a holster set for her new gun. It had a shoulder rig that could go on either shoulder, a belt holster, and a small ankle holster that wouldn’t fit her 9mm, but she still loved it. They were all made of the same butter soft black leather. “Oh! They’re perfect.”

Bishop grinned. “I brought your gun from the Oakland clubhouse too. Figured you’d be more comfortable armed today.”

Hank watched Megan’s shoulders relax a little. “You aren’t wrong.”

Taza handed her another oddly heavy box. “From Coco,” he said with a grin. “He’s sleeping off a hangover, but sent it with your tío for you to open with everything else.”

That made Megan giggle. “He just didn’t want to deal with me if I cried again.” She opened the clumsily wrapped box just as carefully to find a small black pistol nestled inside with ammo and a note. She read the note out loud. “Ma, this way you’re never without a back-up gun.” Tears did spring to her eyes as she examined the 22 automatic. “He remembered,” she said quietly. “Brandon knew about my 9 mm and made me throw it away. I told Coco that I wished I’d had a back-up gun.” She sniffed. “So he found me one.”

Taza swallowed hard. “Good. Now you’ll never be unarmed again.”

Megan sat the gun aside with a small smile.

Diana slid a package wrapped in pink paper towards her and Marcus added the jewelers box from his kutte. “From both of us Poquito,” he said. “Box first.”

Megan untied the small ribbon with a smile and lifted the lid to the bracelet box as her breath caught. Inside nestled in a satin wrapped pad was a bracelet chain. It was silver with large links and from one of the links hung a silver crown charm with an M engraved on it. “Oh! It’s gorgeous. Thank you!”

Marcus smiled and showed her the matching box. “A charm bracelet. Tessa has one to match.”

That made her smile even more. “Really?”

Diana smiled. “Really. Sweetheart.”

She opened the small pink package to reveal a medallion charm with a saint on it.

Diana picked it up to add it to the bracelet. “I know you weren’t raised in the church, but your tío and I were. As your padrino, he asked me to help him choose your patron saint for your protector. I chose Saint Agnes of Rome. I’ll teach you more about her later.” She handed the bracelet to Marcus.

“Here, Poquito. Let me help you put it on.”

Megan offered her left wrist and Marcus gently clasped it. “There. Now you can add charms to it for special memories.”

Megan stood to hug them both. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Sweetheart,” Diana told her, kissing her head gently.

Bishop grinned. “My turn.” He handed over a large gift bag.

Megan laughed as she felt the weight of it. SHe pulled the tissue paper out and pulled out several different kinds of fighting gloves. Her own set of boxing gloves was a given, but there was a lighter set of MMA gloves as well. “Thank you, Tío,” Megan said with a big smile.

“You’re welcome, Poquito. We’ll be back in the ring real soon.”

Megan grinned. “I can’t wait.”

“That’s my girl,” he said with a wink.

Taza looked to Hank to see who would go next. When Hank didn’t protest, Taza pushed his package over next. “Here, Chica.”

“Papa - you already gave me my present…” Megan stroked her new ring.

Taza chuckled. “Oh, Sweet Chica. I’m nowhere near done. The others will just be late.”

They all laughed. Even Megan chuckled.

“This is for the pooch anyway,” Taza assured her. “Picked it up last night when I got his food.”

Rex was eating calmly from the temporary bowl in the corner of the kitchen.

Megan unwrapped the gift to find a heavy leather collar for the dog with an engraved plate attached. It had Rex’s name and well as the address for the ranch and Megan’s phone number engraved on it. Megan called him over to fasten the black collar with its dull silver studs on him. She gave his ears a scratch and he went back to eating contentedly. “Thank you, Papa.”

“We’ll get him microchipped too when we get him home. That way he’s always got a way to find his way home,” Taza assured her.

Hank smiled. “Guess that leaves me, mi princessa.”

Megan giggled a little. “You mean my ring isn’t my gift?”

Hank snorted. “Like Taza said - most of your gifts will be late this year, but I’m nowhere near done.” He grinned. “Get used to being spoiled, mi amore. It’s not stopping any time soon.” He handed her an envelope with a soft kiss.

Megan relaxed at the small envelope gift. She carefully tore into the white envelope to find a folded piece of paper inside. She unfolded it and felt her jaw drop. It was the title to the mustang they’d been borrowing. “Hank?”

He grinned. “It’s yours, mi reina. Tig delivered the title this morning.”

“But… I thought it was just on loan…” she said breathlessly.

“It was, but you’ve loved it so much, I texted Tig to see if his guy was willing to sell. Apparently, he was more than happy to since he wants to start a new project.” Hank pressed a kiss to her braided hair. “You officially have a ride, mi princessa.”

Megan stood and buried herself in his chest. “Thank you.”

They gave her time to calm as Diana stood to get breakfast from the oven. Breakfast was something that Diana had learned from Taza. It was his favorite food on the reservation, so she made fry bread. She had cinnamon sugar, powdered sugar, whipped cream, and fresh berries and yogurt to go with it. Megan’s eyes lit up when she saw it.

“Really?”

“Really, Sweetheart. Your papa thought you’d like a little bit of your culture for your birthday.”

They enjoyed breakfast together before splitting up for a while. Taza and the padrinos were heading to the clubhouse for a while and Diana was going to run some errands.

Before they left, Hank helped Megan into her shoulder rig under her flannel. The holster sat under her injured arm allowing her a left hand draw. Her new 9mm went into that holster. Her new 22 went into the ankle holster on her left ankle. Once the weight of the weapons settled into the holster, muscles Megan didn’t know were tense, relaxed.

Hank smiled. “Mi Reina.” He gently kissed her lips and then her knuckles. “Are you ready?”

“I think I am.” She smiled at him and it loosened something in his chest. Megan was not afraid right then and he could see it in her eyes.

“Good.” He handed her the harness for Rex and held the big dog’s lead until she got it on him. Then they headed for the car.

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thegirlwhowritesfics · 2 years

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Masterlist

A/N: Anything with a ** is smut or can contain smut.

The Two Summers You Loved Me, and The Winter You Weren’t Around

The Coldest Summer on Record: Part One || Part Two || Part Three The Winter of Discontent: coming soon

Series

One Kiss ** - Camilla ‘Cami’ Baker is Emily Thomas’s best friend, they met their first year of college and have been close ever since. Cami gets mixed up in the Lobos cartel and asks Emily for help. Miguel doesn’t want to endanger his family, so he sends Cami to a hideout house with protection from the MC until this issue can be resolved. Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four// Part Five // Part Six //Part Seven // Part Eight // Part Nine // Part Ten // Part Eleven // Part Twelve // Part Thirteen // Part Fourteen // Part Fifteen // Part Sixteen // Part Seventeen // Part Eighteen // Part Nineteen // Part Twenty // Twenty-One // Twenty-two //Twenty-Three // Twenty-Four // Twenty-Five // Twenty-Six // Twenty-Seven // Twenty-Eight // Twenty-Nine // Thirty // Thirty-one // COMPLETED

This Hurts Like Hell ** - Angel Reyes and an OC. High school sweethearts Angel Reyes and Hazel “Charlie” Cooper ended their relationship over a decade ago, with Charlie leaving town and Angel. Now she’s back with a secret past and a wound that hasn’t healed.

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three |Chapter Four |Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty | Chapter Twenty- One | Chapter Twenty-Two | Chapter Twenty-Three | Chapter Twenty-Four | Chapter Twenty-Five | Chapter Twenty-Six | Chapter Twenty-Seven | Chapter Twenty-Eight | Chapter Twenty-Nine | Chapter Thirty | Chapter Thirty-One | Chapter Thirty-Two | Chapter Thirty-Three | Chapter Thirty-Four | Chapter Thirty-Five | Chapter Thirty-Six | Thirty-Seven | Thirty-Eight | Chapter Thirty-Nine | Chapter Forty | Chapter Forty-One || Chapter Forty-Two

Late night coffee with Coco ** - This started out as a request on tumblr, the requestor wanted a Coco Cruz x reader where the reader was a waitress and a few other details. I ended up loving this story and it’s going to be multiple parts.

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six || Part Seven || Part Eight || Part Nine ||

Strip That Down For Me ** - a collection of one-shots featuring our favourite Mayan men and a strip dance NSFW, Smut, over 18s ect

Nestor || Coco || Angel || Miguel ||

Adventures in Babysitting - This series focuses on Ez’s child Mia and the club taking turns babysitting her.

Angel || Bishop || Taza ||

A Dangerous Game - this series is a 5 part series featuring Nestor, Miguel and an OC who is Miguel’s younger sister.

Cat and Mouse || Big Bad Wolf ||

A Den of Red Doors - this series is an R18+ series featuring Nestor and a whole lot of kink

Part One ||

Head Canons

All Characters Dating a religious girl || mayan men as aesthetics || reacting to their partner being pan or bi || reactions to fighting over them || Christmas || going to disney || Sad Boys || Dinner and Movies ||

Reyes Family Nightly routine || Family Day ||

Nestor Braiding Nestors Hair || Nestors S/O being pregnant with a broken leg || Nestor Proposing || Teasing you at an event ** || dating Nestor || Angry Sex ** || calming during a panic attack || loving a girl who is shy || Making you feel better ** || Nestors daughter getting her first boyfriend ||

Angel Being a makeup artist || dating someone with depression || Coco & Angels friendship || shower sex ** || dating a girl with PTSD || taking care of his sick girlfriend || kinks ** || Angel and an unsure dog || Phone Sex || Cranky Angel || cheating || skinny dipping || road trip ||

Coco Shower Sex ** || playing with Cocos hair || creative Coco || Vacation || Meeting Celia || meeting Celia part 2 || Family movie day || Coco with a GF with endo ||

Bishop Shower Sex ** || Dating a girl with PTSD || threatening Bishs family || Dating an Army Girl || First date ||

Taza Wedding Day ||

Riz Riz & Taza bffs || Riz being jealous ||

Tranq Falling in love ||

Miguel Kinks ||

Ez Shower Sex ** || cheering Ez up || date night || loving a girl who is shy ||

Gilly Being BFFs and secretly in love || Marrying Gilly ||

Letty Being BFFs ||

Creeper Drunk & Netflix || Road Trip ||

Emily Being BFFs || Being Emily’s GF ||

Reyes Sister being friends with Letty || water fight with Angel and Coco || dating Nestor ||

One Shots

Nestor

Jealously || Toy Drive Part One || Toy Drive Part Two ** || Christmas with Nestor || Nestor taking care of his gf after a long day || One night stand ** || Popsicle ** || Nestor Smut part one || Nestor Smut Part two ** || Part three ** || Christmas movies || how bad? ** || welcome home ** || tied up ** || Christmas Carollers || Harder || christmas cookies || Bedtime || Noisy Neighbours || Good morning ** || Ice Ice Baby ** || Melodrama ** || New Beginnings || Soulmates || Kiss me || The Monster In Me || Devotion and Desire ** || For the love of a woman || Do You Believe? || I Want To Teach You A Lesson In The Worst Kind of Way ||

Angel First Date || Prank War with Angel || don’t make me punish you ** || body paint || bathroom quickie ** || Angst || Family part one || Family part two || Reunion with Angel || Date night || Wedding blues || Wedding blues part 2 || Secret Santa || For the first time || welcome home ** || Lost Daughter Broken Son || Lost Keys ** || Jax sister dating Angel ||

Coco You taste like candy ** || smut ** || Christmas photos || Midnight breakfast || Christmas shopping || Second chances || Nightmares || Morning Light ** || Sweeter than Lime ** || Broken apologies || Daddys Girls || Whose Your Boss? ** || Salty || Sweet || Bitter

Bishop Fighting and Making up || So damn beautiful || Whatever it takes || Would you two just kiss? || Welcome home ** || stomach flu || Seducing Bishop ** || Jealous kiss || One Night Stand ** || Nostalgia and regret || Mistletoe || Ice Cream Bandit || Broken Hearts || Trapped || Secrets and Lies || Goodbye is never easy || Kids these Days || Junk in The Trunk ||

Gilly Death || All bets are off || Ice Cold || Gilly Wonka and the Gummy Bears || Netflix and Murder Pt. 1 || Commando || Stimulating Adventures ||

Miguel Unity of Hell ||

Riz Are you choosing her over me? || Stop wearing shirts ||

Creeper Creeper Smut ** || Christmas ||

Ez All I want for Christmas || Christmas with Ez || bedtime || Whats in a name? || Deepest Secrets || A Discovery in the Stacks (EZ/Miguel paring)**||

Emily Ghosts ||

Letti Coming out || Dancing circles around your head feat Coco Pt. 1 ||

BeMayanValentine 2019 Gilly || Nestor || Angel || Coco

Billy Russo

Dating Russo HC || Morning Routine HC || Drabble || Billy in love with Franks sister HC || Billy teaching you how to shoot || snuggly Billy || 3 am truths ||

Frank Castle Comforting Frank || Frank finding love again || First heartbreak || Frank coming home to find his S/O adopted a bunch of dogs ||

Karen Page BFFs HC ||

MCU

An unmasked Spider-man ||

Saviour of The Worst Kind || Modern Slytherin AU || Oliver Wood ||

Seedy Bars and Karaoke ||

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vulgar-display-of-escapism · 2 years

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Question for all the Hank's girls in the house

We've seen Tranq in his El Pacificador mode

We know he's a huge Moma's boy and one hell of a teddy bear (with heart-eyes)

But

How does Hank go about gettin' some uncomplicated lovin'? Vicky's girls? Club girls? Blind dates? A man cannot survive on making heart-eyes at Nails alone.

Why isn't there more Hank smut out there? All the pieces I've read are him in an established relationship, give me the beginning - please. Or just the naughty bits without the relationship, it's all fine.

#hank Loza #Hank 'tranq' loza #Tranq Loza

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cjricks98 · 2 years

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Now that season 4 is over, I'm kind of excited for season 5 and to everyone that feels that this show has gone so downhill bc it's not SOA I hope y'all don't watch it bc the negativity attached to the mayans tags was getting real old real fast.

#mayans mc #angel reyes #ez reyes #manny montana #bishop losa #tranq loza #coco cruz #gilly lopez

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bullet-prooflove · 10 months

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Okay so I found this cute little dialogue prompt on Pinterest that I think would be adorable with teddy bear Hank — “You talk in your sleep, you know that?”

Hank tells you, as his lips chase up the curve of your throat, his palms caressing your naked skin underneath his sheets.

"What do I say?" You ask him, your lips tipping up into a small smile as his breath ghosts on your ear.

"Hm." He murmurs as he draws you into his arms, his fingertips trailing along your inner thigh. "That you're always late for work."

"I wonder why." You tease as you roll onto your back, your head tilting so you can look into his eyes. He cups your chin in his palm and guides your mouth back up to his.

"Preemptive stress relief." He smiles his lips brushing over yours. You moan into his mouth and it is the sweetest fucking thing.

"We keep this up and you will be late." He tells you.

You give him a mischievious look that makes him chuckle.

"You'd best be quick then."

#hank loza fic #hank 'tranq' loza #hank loza #hank loza x reader #hank loza x you

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rosielou94 · 6 months

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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.

#hank loza and you #hank loza x reader #hank loza #hank tranq loza #mayans mc #mayans fx

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imagineredwood · 2 months

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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

General taglist

@piccasoe @ateliefloresdaprimavera @gemini0410 @woahitslucyylu @my-rosegold-soul @that-chick212 @everyhowlmarksthedead @glimmerglittergirl @fanaticfangurl21 @encounterthepast @svintsandghosts @starrynite7114 @destynelseclipsa @queenbeered @iamthegraham @emoengelfurleben @otomefromtheheart @rosieposie0624 @papa-geralt-of-cirilla @beeroses @weirdosandhopelessromantics @kola95 @black-repunzel99 @xonickibaby @cruzwalters @myakai13 @mrsstevenbuchananstark @lyly00 @kaystacks17 @cole-winchester @alexxavicry @savagemickey03 @fanfic-n-tabulous @gangstaliciou06

Mayans MC taglist

@dazzledamazon @abunnykisses @briana-mishell24 @wrcn9fvlcver @thesandbeneathmytoes @krysiewithak @appropriate-writers-name @blessedboo @megapeacelovemusic-blog @emoengelfurleben @blowmymbackout @abby-splace @kola95 @black-repunzel99 @redpoodlern @myakai13

@cruzwalters @danimals1096 @po3ticb3auty @lyly00 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @angel-121 @fanfic-n-tabulous @90sisthenew80s @lovelytricia @librarian1002

#mayans mc #hank loza #tranq loza x reader #wouldinclude

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the-hinky-panda · 5 months

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The Preacher's Wife Series: Big Bear Lake (Part III)

TW: Mentions of domestic abuse.

Maggie isn’t used to having dinners like this. She is used to expensive food, plated like it’s from a five star restaurant even if it’s in her own home. She’s used to sitting across from her husband, Simon, as he extols whatever dinner guests they happen to have with his Biblical insight and wisdom. She tries to drown him out by concentrating on chewing her food. She is watched like an animal in the zoo, making sure she uses the right utensil, takes small bites, sips her wine. There is no warmth, no laughter, no relaxation.

That is not the experience with Hank.

They’ve gone through half the bottle of Monkey’s Shoulder, the warmth from the whiskey making the heat lamp overly efficient. Maggie’s face is hurting from smiling, her stomach from laughing. She eats her burger with her hands, uses her fries to catch the Thousand Island dressing that’s dripped onto her plate. It’s the best time she’s had in a very long time.

“Did they ever find the other chicken?” she asks, tears spilling down her face from laughing so hard.

Hank is laughing just as hard. “No! We searched the clubhouse for four fucking days!”

There’s a lightness she hasn’t felt in years and she doesn’t want it to end. Hank is everything Simon isn’t: warm, funny, kind. She wants to hear all about him, how he became involved in the motorcycle club, what other hobbies does his mother have other than reading her books, what does he like to do in his spare time? But it’s two a.m. and the bar is closing down. This small blip of joy that has occurred in her life is coming to an end. The disappointment feels tangible. She pulls out her phone reluctantly and brings up the Uber app.

“I, uh,” Hank glances over at her phone, “I could take you back to your place. If you want.”

It’s a welcome extension to the time that they can spend together and she jumps at the offer. “I’d like that very much.”

Maggie had asked her sister, Morgan, about Hank after her first visit to Santo Padre. Morgan had told her that Hank was quiet, even-tempered, and one of the nicest human beings she had ever met. He was protective as the day was long and this was all high praise coming from Morgan who saw the worst of humanity in the ER. Her sister could spot a bullshitter from five miles away. She certainly had nailed Simon for being the over-controlling, narcissistic asshole that he was. So knowing that Morgan had the utmost respect for him assured Maggie that she was in good hands with Hank.

She follows him out of the restaurant, their arms bumping against each other as they continue to chat about the chilly weather and surrounding woods. When he opens the passenger side door and helps her up into the truck, it’s the first time she’s felt like a lady in years. Her hand feels so small when it’s laying in his large one. But his palm is warm, his fingers gently squeezing her hand as she climbs into the passenger seat.

Everything was for show with Simon. He would hold her hand when making a public appearance. Guide her across stages with a hand against the small of her back. But they were all expected gestures. When they were at home, he never held doors open for her, helped her into the car, or carried things into the house. She couldn’t remember the last time any man had helped her into the car. She gently squeezes his hand in return, in this empty parking lot with no witnesses.

“Thank you.”

He gives her a small, shy smile before closing the door and going over to the driver’s side. When he starts the truck, he positions the heat vents towards her and that small act brings tears to her eyes. It’s so small but speaks volumes of the kind of person that he is: thoughtful, caring, selfless. It’s such a stupid thing to get emotional over. Maybe she’s just too tired, or stressed, or drunk-

“Hey, you alright?”

She laughs and wipes at the tears rolling down her cheeks. “Yeah, I’m just…I don’t know. I’m not used to having someone look out for me, I guess. I’m sorry.”

Hank reaches over to her and takes her hand. “You have your sister.”

“I know.”

“But she’s not there with you everyday,” he acknowledges with a small nod. “Has that been hard, her moving down to Santo Padre?”

Maggie knows that Morgan had her own cages that she was escaping when she left La Jolla. She admired her for escaping and finding her happiness in the border town. Yes, it had gotten worse since Morgan left but Maggie wasn’t ever going to fault her for that. But she knows her silence is answering the question at the moment.

“Mo is so happy where she is right now. I wouldn’t want anything else for her. She loves Coco so much, loves all of you actually. Besides, she’s only a phone call away.”

He pulls out a slip of paper and hands it to her. “And so am I.”

Maggie takes the phone number, running her thumb over the numbers. This could be her ticket out of hell, her’s and the kids. “Thank you, Hank. This means a lot.”

“I don’t know what your marriage is like but if you need any help, anything at all, call me.”

“I’ve been planning on leaving for four years now.” The words leave her mouth and she can’t believe she voiced them.

“Four years?”

Well, there is no unhearing those words. “Did my sister ever tell you who my husband is?”

Hank shakes his head. “I think she mentioned he was a church pastor. And an asshole.”

A sudden chill runs through her body. Guilt perhaps, but that doesn’t stop her from sliding closer to Hank, seeking out his warmth. “Have you heard of Morning Light Ministries? The megachurch in La Jolla?”

“Yeah, that’s the ex-surfer guy on TV every Sunday morning.” Hank laughs. “My mom tried watching him one morning. Said he had too many teeth in his mouth.”

Maggie laughs. “Well, she’s not wrong. But that’s my husband. Figuring out how to leave someone is tricky enough. Trying to do it when thousands of pairs of eyes are watching makes it next to impossible. And then trying to get the kids out safely…”

“Safely?” Hank’s eyes narrow slightly. “Does he hurt you and the kids?”

“Not the kids. He’s never raised a hand to the kids. In fact, he leaves them alone most of the time.”

“But you?”

Maggie flexes her toes, the cold bringing a familiar ache to her foot. “It’s never anything bad enough to go see or tell anyone about. I only ever had to go to the ER once for a broken foot but that was just an accident. That’s the worst of it.” She sees Hank’s grip tighten on the steering wheel, his knuckles going snow white. She reaches over and lays a hand over them. “It’s not like some women who are in and out of the ER with black eyes and broken bones. It could be worse.”

He releases the death grip on the steering wheel and instead takes her hand back into his. His thumb drags over her knuckles and her skin erupts in goosebumps. There’s such a gentleness to the touch but an earnestness in it as well. She knows at that moment that if she were ever to call him in a moment of need, he would rescue her. Protect her. And God, how she needed that.

“The club,” he says after a moment, “we’re actually quite good at moving contraband.”

She squeezes his hand and moves even closer to him, leaning against his shoulder. She understands why Morgan speaks so kindly about him. It’s the safest she’s felt in six years. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I want you to.” He says it with sincere earnestness. “You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

She knows it’s true. She knows that one day Simon will cross the line with her, and she will need to take Lydia and Asher and leave. She knows that Morgan will help her when the time comes. And now, staring into Hank’s warm, earth brown eyes, she knows he will protect her as well. She leans forward and rests her head against his shoulder.

Who would have thought that salvation would come in clad in a leather kutte?

#hank loza x ofc #hank loza fic #hank 'tranq' loza #Hank loza

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❜ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐒 ❛

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Angel Reyes x Gabriella Adéline Carter (Black!Female!OC), Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes x Gabriella Adéline Carter (Black!Female!OC), Miguel Galindo x Gabriella Adéline Carter (Black!Female!OC)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 27.1k

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: August 13, 2022

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: 15/? (eleven chapters, four drabbles)

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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Closeness

Hank Loza x F!Reader

Request by Anon: would like to request prompt "drawing circles on your lover's chest/listening to their heartbeat" from cuddling prompts list for Hank Loza (Prompts are from This List)

Warnings: all the fluff in the whole wide world

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Tumblr says that this request came in a month ago but I don’t remember seeing in my inbox at all. Hank deserves all the love so here we are! Also, the two fics aren’t actually related at all in terms of plot, but in my head this takes place in the same universe as Come Through. Fun fact! Haha. Hope you enjoy! xo

There was something about Hank’s house that was always calm, always peaceful. You knew that his life outside the walls of his house was usually anything but that, and yet somehow as soon as the door shut behind you, a sense of ease washed over you. No matter what you had been dealing with before you showed up, you felt all the stress and tension melting away when you got there.

His bike was in the driveway, so you knew that he was home. The house was silent, though. You quietly toed off your shoes before making your way deeper inside to look for him. Both the kitchen and the dining room were empty. Making your way down the fall towards his bedroom, you peeked in expecting to see him lying on the bed fast asleep. The bed was empty, though, and perfectly made. Your brows furrowed, making your way back towards the front of the house.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, and you were just about to call him, when you heard a very loud snore coming from the living room. Chuckling quietly to yourself, you padded over and looked over the back of the couch. Sure enough, Hank was sprawled out on the couch, nearly taking up the entire length of the thing. One arm was slung across his chest, the other dangling off the side. Smiling to yourself, you fought the urge to snap a picture of the sight in front of you.

Leaning against the back of the couch, you watched him for a few more minutes before reaching down and interlocking your hand with his own. You gave his hand a light squeeze, wondering if it would be enough to wake him up. You tried your hardest to stifle your laughter when he squeezed your hand back but still didn’t open his eyes. A giggle slipped out, though, and that’s what stirred him from his slumber.

Slowly prying his eyes open, you could see it all over his face as he registered one thing at a time. His grip on your hand tightened slightly, a smile beginning to stretch across his face as he looked up at you.

“Hey,” his voice was deep, gravelly with sleep.

You smiled, laughing quietly, “Hey, sleepy head.”

“When’d you get here?”

You shook your head as he slowly maneuvered himself into a sitting position, “Just a couple minutes ago. Completely walked by you at first—if you didn’t snore, I don’t think I would’ve found you for a while.”

He chuckled, taking his hand out of yours to rub the sleep from his eyes, “Didn’t mean to fall asleep out here. Just happened.”

“What?” you hoisted yourself over the back of the couch so you landed on the sofa right next to him, a joking lilt to your voice as you spoke, “You been busy or something?”

He let out a tired laugh, “Yea, or something.”

“Did you eat already?”

He nodded, “Yea, you?”

You nodded as well, “Yea. Grabbed a late dinner with the girls when we got out of work.”

“Late?” he patted his pockets in search of his phone, “How late is it?”

You laughed, “Past dinnertime, for sure. How long have you been passed out for?”

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he glanced at the time. Giving a slow shake of his head, he said, “Too long.”

“Hmm. Gonna be up for a while now?”

“Probably,” he stretched before running his hands back over his head.

“Wanna watch a movie?” you nodded towards the hall that led to his room, “Stay snuggled up in bed? It’s been a long week for both of us.”

His smile was impossibly soft as he nodded, “That sounds good.”

“Perfect,” you leaned in, giving him a quick peck on the lips before hopping back off the couch, “You’re in charge of picking the movie. I’ll make popcorn.”

He didn’t have to say anything in response as you got up and headed right over to the kitchen. It was heartwarming to see how easily you’d made yourself at home in his house. He always wondered if this was in the cards for him, was even starting to doubt the possibility of it, but then you came along. He watched as you reached up onto the shelf for the largest bowl you could find for the popcorn. He let himself linger for a moment before getting up and heading towards the bedroom, changing into a more comfortable pair of pants and foregoing his shirt completely before getting into bed to pick a movie.

It was only a couple minutes later when you appeared in the doorway, giant bowl of popcorn in your hands. Your smile was contagious as you made your way close to the bed. Handing off the bowl to Hank, you walked over to the dresser underneath the television. Stripping down out of the clothes you’d worn to work that day, you slipped into a pair of sleep shorts and grabbed an old, beat-up t-shirt of Hank’s to wear to bed.

Crawling onto the bed and getting underneath the covers next to him, it took you no time at all to cuddle right up next to him. You leaned against his side, soaking up the heat that was radiating off of his skin. the blanket was pulled up over his lap, bowl of popcorn resting where you could both easily reach it. You draped one arm over him as your head dropped against his chest. The movie played, and while you were half-paying attention to what was going on, on the screen, the other half of you was listening to the steady beat of his heart against your ear.

His arm slithered around your waist, pulling you closer to him, allowing you to toss one of your legs over one of his. He chuckled quietly at the comfort and closeness. Neither of you said anything as the movie continued to play.

The popcorn was long gone, the movie’s end credits beginning to roll, and you were still draped over Hank like a second blanket. Every now and then his hand would run up and down your back, leaving a wave of warmth in its wake.

Your eyes were shut, but you weren’t asleep yet. Still tuned into the sound of his heartbeat, your fingertips traced idly all across his chest. When your eyes had been open, you were tracing along the outlines of all his tattoos. The slightly ticklish sensation had caused him to flinch at first, but he quickly eased into it. There was something so gentle about the way your hands traveled across his skin, a type of softness that he was still learning to get used to.

“Hank?”

“Yea?” his voice was soft as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“We should do this all the time.”

He chuckled, giving you a light squeeze, “Whenever you want.”

You let out a hum of approval, “Good,” you paused, “Hank?”

“Yea?” he drummed his fingers against the small of your back.

“I had no idea that you could snore that loud.”

He laughed, shaking his head as he pulled you completely on top of him as he laid flat on his back on the mattress, “You should hear you snore.”

Your eyes opened wide, a look of shock on your face, “I do not snore!”

He laughed, shaking his head at you, “Sorry, sweetheart, but you do.”

“You never said anything!”

He lovingly tucked your head back against his chest, and you could hear the smile in his voice, “Was just waiting for you to say something first.”

Your laugh was soft as you shook your head, already melting back into him, “I don’t believe you.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to the edge of your forehead, “Whatever you say.”

That was the last thing that the two of you said for a while. Your eyes drifted back shut, your fingers taking back up their travels along the planes of his chest. His hand slipped back underneath the fabric of the shirt you were wearing, his hand splaying flat against your back to keep you pressed against him. You listened intently as his heartbeat began to slow down and even out, yours following suit. It was only a few minutes later that you were the one who was fast sleep with your arm draped across his chest. A laugh rumbled deep in Hank’s chest when he heard you start to snore. Shaking his head, he kissed the top of your head before shutting the lights and television off, letting his eyes shut as he began to fall back to sleep as well.

#mayans mc #mayansmc #mayans fx #mayans mc imagine #hank loza #hank loza x reader #hank loza x you #tranq loza #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 28

Alright. It's a doozy. I'm talking like twice or three times the length of most of my chapters, but y'all voted for it. Here it is.

Do not steal my shit. This is the only place this is posted and there's a damn good reason for it. People have been waiting a long time for this chapter.

WARNINGS: cussing, 18+ only, unprotected sex (do as I say, not as I write), oral sex (f receiving), etc. It's fluffy porn for the last 2K+ words, okay?

Also - the first time I've EVER published something like this so be gentle. Better yet - be specific if you like it because I probably won't have the guts to write more like it if you aren't.

In Santo Padre proper, Hank parked the bike outside the best restaurant in town. He locked down their helmets and offered Megan his arm as he escorted her to the hostess stand.

“Good evening. Do you have a reservation?” the young lady asked.

“Should be under Loza,” Hank said, squeezing Megan’s hand gently.

“Yes sir. We have your table all ready for you. Please follow me.” She led them inside where they checked their jackets and then took them to a table that was fairly private. “Your server will be with you shortly. Enjoy your meal.”

Hank pulled Megan’s chair out for her and guided it in before taking his own seat.

Megan looked around with wide eyes. “Holy shit, Hank. I don’t know how to act in something as upscale as this.”

Hank laughed a little. “You’re doing fine, mi reina. Relax. It’s not as stuffy as it seems. I bring Mama here for special occasions. I promise, you’ll be just fine.” He leaned forward and took her good hand in his. “Besides - you don’t have to be anything except yourself. We don’t even have to order here. They just serve us the meal prepared for the evening. No decisions. No menus. Just us and dinner.” He couldn’t resist kissing her knuckles again as he watched her settle at his touch.

A waiter appeared at his elbow inquiring as to what they’d like to drink. Megan ordered water and Hank did as well. “We won’t be needing the wine list either,” Hank told him with a smile for Megan.

The bread and salad came out soon after they’d both gotten their drinks. As they ate, they talked softly about anything that came to mind. By the time the main course arrived, Megan was as relaxed in public as she could be.

Hank was in the middle of telling Megan a story about when he was a young man in the military when their waiter appeared again to refill their water glasses. “Pardon me, but Mr. Galindo sends his regards and would like to buy your table a round of drinks,” he informed them.

Megan stiffened and looked around before clocking Miguel Galindo at a solitary table on the balcony. His head of security - the mercenary with the braids - stood near him. He raised a whiskey glass to acknowledge her look.

Hank nodded. “You can tell Mr. Galindo that we appreciate his offer, but we’re not drinking tonight. Thank you,” he said levelly.

“Very well sir,” the waiter said before leaving them to eat in peace.

“What the hell does he think he’s doing? Megan fumed quietly. “There’s no way he thought that would be well received.”

Hank reached across the table to clasp her hand again to steady her. “Easy, mi princessa. THe more he sees it bothers us, the more outrageous he’ll get. Just ignore him.” He gently rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. “Deep breath. Don’t let him get to you.”

Megan took a deep breath and squeezed his fingers before she started eating the steak and vegetables that was their main course.

Once the main course was finished, the waiter appeared again to clear their plates. “Would you like dessert?”

Hank grinned. “What is it tonight?”

“Triple chocolate brownie with vanilla ice cream.”

Hank looked at Megan with a smile. “What do you think, mi amore?”

Megan cracked a smile and bit her bottom lip.

“I do believe that’s a yes. We’ll take one,” Hank laughed.

While they were waiting on their dessert, Hank reached for her hands again. “Still up for dancing after this, mi reina?”

“Of course. You promised to teach me how to really dance.” She grinned. “Tío Marcus has taught me some of the formal stuff, but Coco swears I look like a stiff.”

Hank laughed. “Alright. There’s a little dance club down the street-”

“Excuse me. I hate to interrupt -”

Hank sighed and looked up to find Miguel standing by their table adjusting his cufflinks.

He watched Megan sink a bit in her chair. “Mr. Galindo. What can we do for you?” He reached to guide Megan around the table to bring her closer to him.

“I didn’t want to interrupt, but I couldn’t help but notice that your sling is off, Ms. Morales. Is that wise?” Miguel asked.

Megan looked to Hank in a panic without saying anything, so he pulled her around to sit on his knee. “Megan was cleared by a doctor earlier today. We’re actually celebrating that tonight. Was there something you needed?” Hank asked, gently rubbing the small of her back over the low back of her dress.

Miguel raised his eyebrows. “Ms. Morales - your voice has changed. I was under the impression that you were an officer in the M.C. Surely you can answer for yourself.”

Megan rested against Hank and took a deep breath. “Mr. Galindo, I am the Armorer of this charter, however, I’m not a voting member. I also don’t speak for the club on anything. Hank or another member will always be the one to speak instead of myself. That’s just how the structure of our organization works.”

Galindo smirked. “Ah, but we weren’t discussing business, Ms. Morales. We were discussion your personal safety. Perhaps you would do better with my organization watching out for you.”

“Either way, Mr. Galindo, my caballero or my father or godfathers will always speak for me first. They will always protect my interests,” Megan stated confidently. Hank nodded and placed a kiss to the side of her head.

“Surely you don’t see me as a threat, Ms. Morales. I’m a friend of your godfather. I’d like to be a friend to you.” He cut his eyes at Hank. “What’s preventing this relationship from becoming a friendship?”

Hank rubbed his hand up and down Megan’s bare back again and smiled. “Mr. Galindo, Megan can befriend whomever she likes. However, she also is still recovering from the abuse she suffered at the hands of people in a position of power over her. Because of that, she doesn’t feel comfortable discussing things with people that she doesn’t know. That’s where her club comes in. That’s where her family comes in.”

Megan settled against Hank’s chest and leaned her head against his shoulder as he continued to soothe her with his touch.

Miguel nodded and seated himself in Megan’s abandoned chair. “So, how can I gain your trust Ms. Morales? My business runs on trust. I don’t like not having yours.”

Megan sat up again, but continued to lean into Hank for courage. “Mr. Galindo, trust takes time to build. You have to give me time to get to know you and your organization. Time to see that you’re trustworthy.”

“Time? You need time?” Miguel ran his pointer finger over his top lip. “I can give you time, Cariño. On one condition…”

“What is your condition, Mr. Galindo?” Megan asked, lacing the fingers of her good hand through Hank’s where his hand rested on her hip.

“You allow me to attempt to earn that trust from you.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Simply… allow me to be… friendly. Accept my gifts. Allow me to speak to you freely on the street without someone to hide behind.” He flashed her a charming smile.

“Mr. Galindo - it’s a free country. You can speak to anyone you’d like. Megan will speak with whomever she pleases. She can accept gifts from anyone - but you cannot require that of her if she is uncomfortable with you. You cannot intimidate mi princessa into trusting you.” Hank squeezed Megan’s waist comfortingly. “No one will ever force la princessa de los Mayas y mi reina to do something against her will again as long as any members of the Mayans M.C. survive. NOw - if you will excuse us - you’re interrupting our celebration. If you’d like to arrange a meeting to discuss la princessa, I suggest you go through proper channels.” Hank’s voice was smooth and calm the entire time he spoke to Galindo, but Megan could feel the tension in his body beneath hers.

Miguel nodded decisively and smirked at Hank’s protective speech. “Very well. Perhaps I will go through the proper channels then. See if I can’t get her as liaison.” He stood and straightened his suit jacket. “Until then, it was wonderful to see you looking so… well, Ms. Morales.” He paused to run his eyes over Megan where she sat. “Enjoy your… celebration.” He gave a mocking not to them and swept out of the restaurant.

As soon as he was out of sight, Megan wilted into Hank as he cuddled her close. He could feel her trembling as she fought to keep her breathing even. “Easy, mi amore. You did beautifully.” He pressed kisses to her hair and used both hands to stroke her back and arms. “Shh. You’re alright. I’ve got you. He’s gone.”

Megan focused on her breathing as it seemed like a bubble of tension in the restaurant popped, releasing a wave of chatter from the other diners. She got herself under control and quickly sat up to give Hank a weak smile.

Hank cupped her cheek in his massive palm and soothed over her cheekbone with his thumb. “There’s my girl.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lip and smiled.

Their waiter reappeared with fresh water and their dessert. “Here you are sir, miss. Can I get you anything else? We appreciate how calmly you took your dinner being interrupted by another guest. My manager would like you to know that tonight’s meal is on the house as a thank you for your patience and kindness.”

Hank smiled at the much smaller man. “Thank your manager for us. I think mi reina would appreciate a cup of tea if you have time.” He smoothed some hair that had escaped her braids out of her face softly as he rocked her.

“Of course. I’ll be right back with that, sir.” The waiter hurried off.

Megan took one more deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth before she smiled at Hank. “Sorry. I froze.”

He kissed her forehead before pulling the dessert close and offering her one of the spoons. “You did just fine, Princessa. Let’s finish dinner and see if you still feel like going dancing afterwards.”

After finishing their dessert and a cup of tea for Megan, Hank guided her back out of the restaurant. He gently helped her into her leather jacket and took her back to his bike.

“Alright, mi amore. Still feel like dancing tonight? I’ll understand if you don’t,” he assured her.

Megan smiled up at him. “I don’t want him to succeed at spoiling our date night. I’d love to go dancing with you.”

Hank lit up. “In that case - let’s leave the bike here. There’s not much parking over by where I want to take you. Do you mind walking?”

“I don’t mind at all. It’s a beautiful night.”

Hank guided her to the inside of the sidewalk and took her good hand as they walked down the street. It wasn’t very far at all and Megan grinned when she could hear the music. “Ready to go dancing for the first time, mi princessa?” Hank asked, pressing a kiss to her knuckles and lingering teasingly.

“Ready.” She smiled up at him, giggling when he guided her into a spin right there on the street.

They rounded the corner and entered a plaza that was lit with strings of lights. The club door was just a few yards away when Megan froze. Hank stopped and turned to check on her with a frown. “Mi amore? What’s wrong?”

Megan pointed to the door where a man with familiar braids stood talking to the bouncer.

“Fuck. Asshole. He delayed us on purpose because he was sending his errand boy ahead,” Hank growled. “Either he’s waiting inside to ambush us again, or he’s paid off the doorman to keep us from getting in.”

Megan sighed and pressed her face into Hank’s bicep. “I really don’t want to deal with him again. He makes me anxious.”

Hank pulled her close and let her tuck herself into his broad chest before he wrapped his arms around her tightly. “Then we won’t, mi reina. We can dance another night. We can go home or even back to the clubhouse with your papa and tíos. If you want, we can call the guys and have them bring the girls from Vickie’s - make our own dance club at the clubhouse…” He kissed her hair gently and rocked back and forth to settle her.

Nestor caught sight of them and smiled before patting the bouncer on the shoulder.

Hank struggled not to lose his temper and go a few rounds with the cartel security. He focused on Megan in his arms and got angrier when he heard her sniff back tears. “Oh Princessa. Don’t cry. Don’t let that bastard steal our night.” He loosened his hold until he could tilt her face up to his and kiss her gently right there on the street corner. “Say the word, mi amore, and the club will arrive in force to go in with us if you want to dance in there tonight. You won’t have to deal with him. We’ll shield you.” He wiped the lone tear that slid down her cheek gently.

“No. Let’s just go home.” She shook her head. “No use in getting into fights with the fucking cartel over it.” Her eyes pleaded with Hank to let it go. “Let’s just ignore him and go home.”

He searched her face for a minute. “Alright, mi reina. Alright.” He turned her around and headed back towards the bike.

Once they were back at the bike, Megan sighed. She looked so upset still, and Hank couldn’t stand it. He kissed both sets of knuckles and then her lips before he smiled down at her. “Well - at least I won’t have to shoot anyone for hitting on my gorgeous girl tonight. You really are so beautiful I’d probably have had to fight to keep you to myself in there.”

That got a watery chuckle from her as he leaned down to press a deep kiss to her lips. He pressed her close to his body and smiled as she fought to catch her breath after they broke apart.

His personal phone chimed from his suit jacket pocket which gave him an idea. He pulled it out and started typing furiously. It dinged again - multiple times in a row - alerting her to the amount of responses he was getting. By the time the dinging stopped, he was grinning ear to ear.

“Alright, Princessa. Plan B. Let’s run to the grocery store for some extra ice cream and head home. The night’s not over yet.”

Hank encouraged her to take her time choosing snacks at the store. They got ice cream and topping for it as well as candy of all sorts.

“What are we doing?” Megan giggled as Hank reached for a giant bag of M&Ms.

“It’s a surprise, Princessa. The rich bastard can’t ruin this plan.” He grinned down at the loaded handbasket. “Anything else you want, mi amore?”

“I don’t think so. There’s so much.”

“Gotta have options.” His phone chirped again and he checked it. Whatever was on his screen made him smile in satisfaction. “Let’s head home.”

Back on the bike, Hank felt Megan relax into his back as soon as the wind hit her. When they stopped at a stoplight, he reached back to rest his hand on her bare thigh, stoking the soft skin that he couldn’t feel through his leather riding gloves.

At the ranch, Megan saw that the lights had been turned on inside, but there were no bikes or van parked outside. Once Hank cut the bike’s engin, Megan asked, “Who’s here?” as she removed her helmet.

“No one anymore. I had the Prospect come set some things up for us and then leave the lights on.” He smiled as he guided her off the bike first before dismounting along with her.

“Did you tell Papa what happened?” she asked quietly.

He shook his head. “Not yet, Princessa. We can tell him tomorrow morning so that he and Bishop can handle it. It’s not going to blow up our night.” He pulled her close and leaned down to kiss her gently. “Let’s go inside.”

Inside the ranch house, everything looked normal in the entrance and the living room, so Megan was a little puzzled. Hank helped her remove her leather jacket and hung it with his before leading her into the kitchen to put away the ice cream. That’s when she noticed it.

Hank had asked EZ to clear the patio of everything except the love seat to the side and the brick fire pit. String edison lights were hung from the rafters holding the roof and a fire had been laid, but wasn’t yet lit. One of the stereo systems from the clubhouse had been hung as well and the projector and screen from their movie date were back in place playing Latin dance music and showing video of some kind of festival where dancing happened in the plaza.

She went to the patio doors and smiled brightly at the set up. After putting the ice cream in the freezer, Hank joined her at the doors, wrapping his arms around her from behind and swaying gently. “Now we can dance as much as we want and no one can interrupt us,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her left temple. “And if you get tired, we have all the snacks for a movie instead.”

“This is amazing. You didn’t have to do this -” she said, leaning back into his embrace.

“Mi reina, you were disappointed that Galindo was able to pull strings like he did tonight. I promised you dinner and dancing - so that’s exactly what you’re gonna get.” He smiled and caught her left hand in his right and spun her gently all the way around. “Ready for that dance?”

Megan popped up on her toes and kissed him. “Any time.”

Hank led her out onto the patio and lit the fire pit quickly before finding the remote that controlled the music and sliding it into his jacket pocket. He changed the song to the one they’d first danced to in Mama’s backyard before offering Megan his hand in the most over the top gallant fashion he could manage. “May I have this dance?”

Megan laughed, throwing her head back until she calmed enough to take his offered hand. “Of course, good sir.”

Hank drew her close and into frame for a proper dance before taking the lead. He could definitely tell the difference this time. Megan never looked away from his face to check her feet. She just trusted his lead.

She smiled up at him as he spun her gently before catching her and lowering her into a dip. “You ready for the next step, Princessa?”

“What’s next?”

He chuckled. “Time to move. Just follow my lead.”

When the song changed, he started dancing her around the patio. It took a few minutes, but she found her footing in the movement. She glanced down to see that she was keeping beat and laughed.

Hank released her hand to guide her chin back up to meet his eyes. “Eyes on me, mi reina. You’re doing just fine.” He watched as she bit her bottom lip before meeting his gaze again. “There’s my girl.”

Megan felt heat spread through her veins and thought it must be visible on her face. The hand that Hank had on her waist slipped back to stroke the skin that was at the small of her back as she moved a little closer to him. “Hank?”

“Sí, mi princessa?”

“Kiss me?”

He smirked a bit before leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips as the song swapped again. A much slower song started and he guided both of her hands up to the back of his neck asw he pulled her closer still.

Megan pouted up at him, making him laugh. “What’s wrong, mi amore?”

“That doesn’t count as a kiss.”

He pressed his forehead against hers with a cheeky smile. “Oh really? What kind of kiss were you looking for?”

“This kind.” Megan pressed herself up to kiss Hank deeply as her hands slid into his haid to pull him closer.

Hank couldn’t resist and pressed her completely against him with one hand stroking the bare back exposed by the dress that had been teasing him for hours as the other slid up to support Megan's head and neck. He let her lead the kiss as much as he could before she let out a tiny sound of pleasure that broke his carefully held control.

He gentled the kiss only enough to allow her to breathe before he backed them up to the loveseat. When he felt it at his back, he sat - pulling her to straddle his lap. For the first time, he felt like he could safely enjoy her being on top of him. He reveled in it.

Megan settled into the comfort of his wide lap with a smile. Even with the brace still on her right wrist, this was the most Hank had allowed her to do in a while. Her hands went back to his soft hair as she kissed him again.

Hank’s hands stroked the skin of her back and shoulders before one slid down her body to her bare thigh where her skirt had ridden up. He traced the bike shorts she was wearing before sliding his hand around to cup her ass through them and pull her hips tighter to his as he guided kisses across her jaw until he could nip her ear gently. “See, mi reina. Dancing at home has it’s advantages.”

Megan let out a breathy giggle as he rocked her hips into his.

He smiled against her skin before exploring further down her neck with his kisses.

Megan allowed her head to fall back as he brushed his lips along the cleavage the neckline of her dress exposed and let out a small whine when he stopped.

He chuckled as her trance was broken and she pouted at him again. He gently kissed her once more while rocking his hips up into hers. “Is this what you want, Megan?” he asked quietly. “Is it? You know you are the one calling the shots, right?” He cupped her neck with one hand and her hip with the other and waited until she met his eyes. Megan’s pupils were dilated so far that he could barely see the deep brown color that he had come to love so very much. “This is your choice.”

She smiled at him in such a way as to make his breath catch in his throat. “I know, Hank. You are always my choice.” She wrapped her arms tighter around his shoulders and rocked her hips against the hard ridge in his suit pants. “I want you. All of you…”

He buried his face in her good shoulder as he pressed kisses to her skin. Once he’d calmed down enough, he smiled up at her. “Then we should take this behind locked doors.” He paused to press a kiss to her lips. “Go inside, mi reina. I’m going to put out the fire and cover the electronics and then I’ll meet you in our room.”

Megan searched his face for a moment before smiling down at him. “Alright.” She slid off his lap with the help of his guiding hands and shivered a bit when he sat forward on the love seat to kiss her stomach through her dress.

Once he was standing, he released her hand with a kiss and patted her ass to send her on her way inside. As she crossed the threshold of the patio doors, he started shutting everything down for the night. As he turned off the music, he realized that the speaker system was the outdoor ones - but they looked newer than the ones at the clubhouse. And the projector had been mounted to the rafters this time as well.

He went around the corner of the house to get the bucket of sand that Taza kept for putting out the fire pit and saw brand new boxes for the electronics broken down and ready to be burned. He laughed and shook his head. The Prospect must have told Taza what he’d been asked to do and Taza sent him shopping. Probably with Creep along to choose the right things to create a more permanent outdoor theater for the house. He shot a text off to Taza to thank him for making this easy for him, then grabbed the bucket and went to smother the fire.

Before he went back inside to unplug the lights, his phone dinged with a reply and he checked it. “Anything for her, Hermano. She alright? Why the change of plans?” it read.

Hank paused and responded - “She’s fine. I’ll explain in the morning.”

An immediate reply came through saying “Good. See you in the morning.”

Hank locked his phone as he shut and locked the patio doors. Once he’d unplugged the patio lights, he plugged his phone in next to Megan’s on the kitchen counter and turned to the hallway to meet her.

In the bedroom, Megan had taken the time to remove her makeup and wash her face. She sat at her vanity unpinning her braids as he walked in and leaned in the doorway. She was humming contentedly and he waited for her to notice him before joining her in the bedroom.

Megan’s eyes met his in the mirror and she smiled. “Thought I’d go ahead and wash my face.” She let her warrior braids fall to brush her tattooed back.

“Need some help, Princessa?” he asked, pushing off the doorframe and closing the door behind him and locking it.

She smiled up at him as he joined her at her vanity. “Of course.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Want your jewelry off?”

“Yes please. And my hair down.”

He smiled again and removed her necklaces, placing kisses beneath each clasp before undoing them. He helped to remove her earrings carefully as well before replacing her cord and silver necklace from Taza. He felt her shoulders relax as soon as it was back in its place around her throat. Lastly, he removed her new pearl bracelet and put it away in her jewelry box.

He reached for the small scissors that Taza had shown him to use to cut the bands on her smaller braids. He carefully snipped each band and threw them away before he started to unravel Megan’s hair. He watched her face relax as the tension from her heavy hair released. Once it was all unraveled, he gently massaged her scalp and watched her eyes close in bliss. Once he’d worked over her scalp well, he picked up the brush she used to detangle it and brushed it out so that it laid to her waist over her dress. “Better, mi amore?” he asked, smoothing her silky hair.

She opened her eyes to meet his with a smile. “Yes. Thank you.”

“You are so beautiful, Megan.” He bruised her hair aside to kiss her bare shoulder.

She smiled and tilted her head to give him more access to her neck as she watched him in the mirror.

Hank took advantage of the exposed skin and pressed kisses up her neck until he reached her ear. “Alright, Princessa. You’re sure?” he whispered.

“I’m sure, Hank.”

He kissed her temple before shedding his suit jacket and the button up so he was just standing there in his slacks and a white wife-beater tank with his tattoos on display in the dim lighting of the lamps. He offered Megan his hand to help her stand and when she took it, he guided her close to him. Once she was pressed to his front, he used one massive hand to tilt her chin up so he could look down into her eyes. “You tell me to stop at any time, mi reina. Anytime.” He stroked a gentle thumb across her bottom lip. “Promise me?”

Megan’s wide trusting eyes stared up at him and she blinked. “I promise.”

“Good girl.” He pulled her closer against his chest and kissed her deeply, stroking his hands over her still clothed body.

Megan’s hands explored his chest and sides as she let out the tiniest little whimper. When he paused, she whined and reached to pull his head back down to kiss him again. She ran her good hand through his ruffled hair and stood on her bare toes to reach him better.

Hank cupped her hips over her dress and lifted her until she wrapped her legs around his waist without stopping the kiss. He finally broke it to laugh a little because she was giggling. He walked them to the bed and laid her across it before peppering kisses across her face and neck.

She grinned up at him as he paused to catch his breath.

He reached to cup her face again. “I love when you smile at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re the happiest woman in the world and I did something to make you that way.” He pressed another kiss to her lips before deepening it. He slid his hand to her knee where it rested against his side and eased his touch up her leg beneath the skirt of that deep red dress. He was expecting to encounter the bike shorts again, but instead found only the smooth skin of her thigh. He buried his face in the crook of her neck with a moan. “Makeup wasn’t all you took off, mi amore, was it?”

Megan ran her casted hand gently down his back over his wife beater and stroked the back of his neck with gentle fingers. “Don’t need shorts if I’m not on the bike…”

He made another strangled sound as his hand encountered lace which made her giggle again. “You alright, Hank?” she asked.

He kept his face buried in her skin and nodded. “Gimme a minute.”

Megan relaxed beneath him where he laid on top of her, supporting his weight on the arm by her head. She marveled at how he was rock steady above her as she traced the muscles of his back.

“Princessa, that’s not helping. I’m trying real hard not to embarrass myself right now.” He picked his head up with a smile before rocking his hips gently against her.

Megan reached to stroke the line of his jaw with her good hand. “I won’t break, Hank. The sling is fully off and all that’s left is the soft cast. You won’t hurt me.”

He kissed her inner wrist and nodded. “I know, but you were so hurt for so long, mi reina. I don’t want that for you again. Especially because I lost control.” He slid to the side a little to rest on the bed beside her as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Besides - I know that this -” he gestured between the two of them. “This isn’t something that’s been your choice in a long time. I don’t want to be like him.”

Megan smiled and moved to snuggle closer to his body heat. “You aren’t him though. You’ll never be him. I’m not afraid of you and never have been.” She made solid eye contact with him. “I love you.”

Hank took a moment to scan her eyes for any hesitation, but found none so he drew her into a deep and loving kiss while guiding her hands back to his chest.

Megan could feel that he was still hesitant to push her, so she tugged at the white tank top he was still wearing before whispering - “Off.”

When Hank sat up to remove it, Megan reached to undo the side zipper on her dress. He never took his eyes off of her as she shed it carefully - revealing the white lace panties he had only felt during their make out session. Her chest was completely bare since she’d shed the sticky bra at the same time as the bike shorts. She watched his jaw tighten before reaching for him to unfasten his slacks.

As her fingers fumbled with the zipper, Hank’s hands explored the now familiar skin of her torso. He stroked her skin gently while surging forward to kiss her again with more heat in it.

As soon as the zipper released, Megan stroked the hard ridge of his cock through the cotton of his boxer briefs causing him to moan softly. He broke the kiss to slide out of his slacks and sit firmly against the headboard before offering her his hand in invitation.

She didn’t hesitate. She took the offered hand and moved to straddle him, sitting firmly over that pronounced ridge in his underwear and shivering in pleasure at the feeling.

The heat that he could feel through the two thin layers of cotton was overwhelming. He cupped the back of her neck to pull her into his kisses before trailing more over them over the soft skin of her neck and shoulder. When his kisses hit that soft spot, right below her ear, Megan couldn’t resist a small moan of satisfaction as she rocked gently in his lap giving her body some of the stimulation it craved.

With his left hand, Hank moved to cup a bare breast, gently thumbing and rolling the hard nipple as he diligently nibbled sweet spots on her neck and ears. His other hand slipped down to stroke teasingly along the top band of her panties.

Her hands alternated holding his head close to where she so desperately wanted it and stroking the muscles of his arms and abs.

When he pulled back a bit to catch his breath, Megan didn’t give him a chance for his brain to re engage and start overthinking again. Instead, she returned the favor, exploring his tattooed skin with wet kisses and nibbles. She traced the now familiar ink of his chest with her lips before nuzzling the nautical star just beneath his clavicle.

Hank reached to pull her higher on his body so he could catch her breast with his lips. She arched to offer him full access which he took advantage of - tracing around her sensitive breast with his tongue before catching a nipple to suckle - enjoying the soft noises of pleasure she let out. His fingers slipped under the final lace covering her to tease her cleft, causing her to buck into his touch with a whine. He chuckled and swapped breasts as her hand clutched at his broad shoulders for support.

It didn’t take much encouragement for him to part her folds to find her clit. As he stroked the first circle over it, Megan’s breath caught in her throat and he noticed her arms shaking trying to support her weight against him. Her cast rubbed his skin as she shifted.

He nuzzled her breasts. “Easy, mi amore. Don’t hurt yourself.” He kissed up her body to catch her lips in a deep kiss before muttering “Let me help…” against her lips.

He quickly wrapped his free arm around her back to hold her against him. Without ever losing rhythm, he flipped their positions and laid her back against the bed beneath him again.

As soon as he settled her into the covers, he paused to look at her. Her dark hair sprawled across the blankets they had chosen together. Her lips swollen from his kisses. Her breasts rising rapidly as she enjoyed his touch. That’s when it clicked for him. She really meant it. He was her choice - and he’d be damned if he didn’t worship her the way she deserved.

Megan whined as his fingers left her slit.

“Shh,” he hushed her gently, leaning to kiss her softly on the forehead. “Patience, Princessa.” He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties before guiding them down her legs as his lips trailed kisses down her small body.

Once she was completely bare beneath him, he pecked kisses up her skin again until he could kiss her lips. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered before resuming laying on his side over her to enjoy her kisses again.

When she was so involved in kissing him that she tried to roll over to press into his body, he gently pressed her back onto her back before trailing his hands along her skin again and teasing her entrance with a single finger as she whined.

“Hank, please - don’t tease me -”

He smiled down at her. “Never.” He eased a finger into her tight tunnel and she arched off the bed as his thumb found her clit again. She was so wet she was practically dripping, so he pulled out and added another finger, catching her cry of pleasure with a kiss. He eased into a rhythm with his fingers and thumb - watching her build quickly for him.

“There she is. Gonna cum for me, Preciosa?” On his next press inside her, he hooked his fingers up to rub along her top wall. He knew he’d found it when Megan cried out and her hands scrambled for purchase against his chest making him chuckle a little. He shifted his weight to catch her hands in one of his before gently, and with a mind for her brace, trapping them against him. “Come on, Princessa,” he whispered, watching her body language.

On the next thrust of his fingers, her eyes popped open to meet his and her mouth opened on a silent scream as her entire body tensed and she came for him.

Hank eased her through it as he watched her body spasm before relaxing into him panting for breath. He slowed his hand and released her arms to hook a finger under her chin an guide her into a deep and gentle kiss.

He tried to ease his fingers out of her without triggering too much oversensitivity, but she still twitched and whimpered. He hushed her gently and gathered her to his chest to let her breathing regulate.

Once she was breathing regularly again, he eased back to grin down at her a bit cockily. “Alright there, Princessa?”

Megan giggled. “Mmmhmm.”

“Good. Do you want more or do you want to stop?” he asked, smoothing her hair down her back as they lay on their sides still pressed closely together.

She tilted her chin so she could look him in the eyes. “I really want all of you…”

He smiled and moved to kiss her again. “Then you’ll get it, mi reina.” He nudged her back onto her back before reaching to tease her entrance again. “That’s my girl. Oh Princessa, you’re so wet…” He eased his fingers back inside her as she arched for him. He started slow and gentle to be sure that her oversensitivity had passed before brushing sucking kisses down her throat - focusing on a spot between her neck and left shoulder to leave a light mark beneath where the collar of a t-shirt would cover.

When her soft whimpers turned to a whine, he eased further down to kiss and tease her breasts. She arched as he stroked that spot inside her again and he sucked a nipple hard making her cry out. “That’s it- Good girl-” he breathed into her skin as he kissed further down. “Let me taste you, mi amore…” He nuzzled further down, guiding her good hand to his hair before he pressed a kiss to her hip. “Just a taste - then you can cum for me again…”

Megan whined and tugged his hair. “Hank - want you-”

He kissed her hip again, nibbling another mark into her skin. “You’ll have me - but I really want to taste you. Let me?” He looked up at her to meet her eyes - blown wide with the pleasure his fingers were giving her.

She met his eyes and bit down hard on her lip before nodding.

Hank immediately moved to swipe his tongue through her dripping slit. Broad flat licks from his pumping fingers to her clit before circling that sensitive bundle with his tongue.

Megan’s fingers tightened and clutched his hair as she cried out a writhed. When he sucked gently at her clit and crooked his fingers again, she screamed and came for him again.

This time, Hank didn’t let her come down fully. He eased up a little, but kept up the stimulation as he shed his briefs. Just as she suddenly started spasming again, he slid his fingers out and moved to sink his cock inside her.

Megan screamed again in pleasure as Hank sank halfway inside on his first thrust. Her hands moved to clutch at his back as his face buried in her good shoulder with a groan and a string of broken Spanish.

He eased back and thrust back in with a gentle roll of his hips until he was fully seated inside of her. He peppered her skin with kisses as he gave her time to adjust. When she finally relaxed beneath him, he propped himself on his elbows so he could look down into her face. “You okay, mi reina?” he panted, struggling to be still.

She nodded and tried to lift her hips - “So good. Hank - move please-” she begged through harsh breaths.

He started gentle but felt her shifting to take him deeper and adjusted his strokes until she was crying out again and digging her nails into his tattooed back.

He moaned as he felt her tightening down on him. “Good girl - gonna cum soon. Need you close-” He shifted to put more power behind his thrust and snaked a hand between them to thumb her clit again.

“Hank!”

“You close, mi amore? Gonna cum on my cock like mi reina deserves?”

She nodded frantically and tried to bite off her scream as she exploded, triggering his own release. He thrust through both of their highs before easing off until he practically collapsed on top of her. After a few breaths, he pulled her close and rolled them so she was on top as she shuddered through the aftershocks. As she relaxed, he eased out of her causing her to whimper.

“Shh. Easy, mi princessa. Rest.” He pressed kisses to her tangled hair and stroked her skin soothingly. “You are so perfect. So perfect.” He looked down as both of their breaths evened out to see her eyes closed and a content little smile on her lips. “Rest a minute - then we’ll get you cleaned up.”

After letting her relax in his arms, he gently eased out from under her - soothing sounds escaping him as she whined at him moving. He scooped her up and went in to start the shower for both of them. He helped to clean her up and combed through her hair to remove the worst of the tangles. Then he snuggled her dozing body against his beneath their blankets and drifted off to sleep with his nose burning in the crown of her head and her right back where she belonged to sleep - practically on top of him.

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