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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.

#Spotify #mayans mc #mayans fx #mayans mc x reader #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes x black!reader #ezekiel reyes #ez reyes #Mayans mc s5 #spring prompts #queued #Angel Reyes #felipe reyes #bishop losa #tranq loza #hank loza #mayans mc season 5 #jd pardo

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broiderie · 3 months

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Curiosity...

Alright Mayans M.C. fans. Here's my question. Who do you think is the worst villain in the show? Which person just... pisses you off by coming on screen. I know mine. Just wondering how close I am with everyone else's ideas.

#mayans mc #che taza romero #hank loza #marcus alvarez #angel reyes #ez reyes #neron creeper vargas #creeper #johnny coco cruz #coco cruz #gilly lopez #gilly mayans #bishop losa #michael ariza #miguel galindo #mayans fx #mayans

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danzer8705 · 9 months

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Mayans Is Over 😭 -No Spoilers

I just watched season 5 episode 10. Mayans is over. I’m not sharing anything about the episode or even the season in this post. I have lots of feelings about it though, some good & yes, some bad. But, regardless Mayans is my favorite show. Of all time, and of course Sons of Anarchy is right there with it. I’m so sad that it’s over. So sad. But I don’t feel the same way I did when Sons ended. And that’s because of all of the amazing writers here on Tumblr keeping these characters alive! Of course the stories are all so different than the show, and honestly, I am really grateful for that. These characters will live on because of your writings. So thank you. (I know I will forget people & forgive me) but here’s a hug & love to just a few of my fellow Mayan lovers!

@jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna @darklydeliciousdesires @darqchilddaydreamz @withmyteeth @drabbles-mc @spaghettificationandpretzels @thegirlwhowritesfics @bullet-prooflove @garbinge @the-hinky-panda

#mayans #mayans mc #bishop losa #angel reyes #manny mayans #ez reyes #johnny coco cruz #creeper vargas #nestor oceteva #hank loza #guero mayans #gilly lopez #riz ariza #bottles mayans

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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.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year

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A Gentle Kind Of Love Masterlist

Comment if you want to be tagged or follow #a gentle kind of love.

Mayans MC Masterlist

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

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

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

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

Part One - Oh Hello❤❤😨

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

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

Part Four - On Yearning❤😨😨

Part Five - Like Real People Do😨❤😨❤

Part Six - I Adore You😨❤💦

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

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drabbles-mc · 27 days

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Coming Along

Hank Loza x GN!Reader

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

Prompt: garden

Word Count: 300

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mysoulisasunflower · 1 year

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First Appearance of The Boys !

Mayans MC | 1.1 Perro/Oc

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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?

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bullet-prooflove · 6 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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michaelirby · 11 months

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Mayans MC Season 5 Watch/Download

hey y'all! if you don't know the drill, I'll be uploading every episode of season 5 as they come out (probably a day or two after it airs). You can watch the episodes on the platform, or you can download them (they're all in 1080p).

Season 5 Watch/Download

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broiderie · 2 months

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 26

Well don't kill me. Here's part 26. It's a bit of lead up.

Personal note - I'm now on some serious heart medication due to reoccurring heart issues, so I'm a little foggy. Things may be a bit slower than they used to be even though I hoped to stick to my previous posting of about a chapter a week. That's not working out very well. It's taking me longer to get my ideas on paper and then even longer to get them typed. Please be patient with me.

Warnings: cursing (maybe), show level casual illegal activity, Angel being a menace.

Also - don't steal my shit. This is the only place this is posted.

Taza, Hank, Megan and Rex quickly joined the rest of the club inside. “Morning, Poquito, Hank, Taza. You look like you’re going somewhere important,” Bishop greeted them as he claimed a morning hug from Megan. “What’s the plan today?”

Hank smiled ruefully. “Ask la princessa. She’s the one that’s insistent about it.”

Megan, who had moved on to giving Marcus his morning greeting, shot him a look over her good shoulder.

“Really now, Bebita? What’s he mean?” Marcus asked, looking down at her as he hugged her close.

Megan sighed. “We’re going to see the doctor in Santa Madre for an x-ray. I want this sling off so I can have my life back.”

Creeper frowned from the bar stool where he was perched. “Didn’t the rez doctor say no?”

Megan grimaced. “He said not quite, but that was with the plaster cast. The soft cast and the immobilizing sling mean it’s been resting more than it had been. Some progress has to have been made.”

Bishop nodded and sat down at one of the tables with a cup of coffee. “How’s the pain?”

“Honestly - so much better. I haven’t had so much as an aspirin and it just feels achey and stiff,” she assured him.

“How achey?” Bishop asked again.

“More than a post workout ache but less than a set dislocated shoulder ache. I honestly think I’d be fine without the sling for the most part. I can always put it back on if it hurts.” She shrugged her good shoulder.

There was a collective wince from the elders at her description.

“What the hell, Shorty. How’d you know what a dislocated shoulder feels like, huh?” Angel asked, giving her a skeptical look.

“Angel - I rode in rodeos. Not a rider I know who hasn’t dislocated at least one shoulder once. In my event - that was the price of a mistake,” she smiled. “And a small price to pay rather than a broken leg or back.”

“Shit, Ma. And you did that shit for fun?” Coco added, puffing on his cigarette.

“Well, the money was nice too.”

“Holy shit. No wonder you didn’t freak out about the pain.” Coco ashed the cigarette in his hand. “Y’all need someone to ride along?”

“Nah. Thanks, Coco. We’re good, I think. Just a quick run for an x-ray,” Hank assured him as he settled into a chair across the table from Taza.

“Besides- like Creep said - the rez doc didn’t think she was healed enough yet. Good possibility it’s still too early but la princessa is impatient,” Taza said with a grin in Megan’s direction. SHe stuck her tongue out at him.

“Well, we have Angel and EZ doing the Adelita meet today. They’re going South anyway. Might as well go along with you so they don’t have to walk from the desert,” Bishop said. He turned to look at EZ where he was polishing glasses. “Prospect, you better do your memory shit. Poquito could only arrange for the two of you. We’ll hold Templo tonight so everyone gets read in at once.”

EZ nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“And don’t fuck it up,” Hank added.

Taza agreed. “You two fuck up this gun deal… Neither of you can afford it. The club can’t afford it.”

Both brothers nodded solemnly.

It wasn’t even an hour laters that they met at the dress warehouse hatch. By now they had this to a science. EZ carried Rex. The ladder was difficult for Megan on handed, so Hank went first so he could catch her if she slipped. Taza stayed at the top guiding her down as far as he could maintain his balance.

The tunnel itself wasn’t too bad. The terrain was a bit rough, but nothing Megan couldn’t handle with the help of the lights and either Taza or Hank’s guiding hand on her good arm.

THe hatch on the other end, however, was the bane of her existence. The ladder was built for much taller men so the rungs were further apart and roughly built. They weren’t evenly spaced either. When they reached it Megan sighed. She had slipped every time at this end.

“What’s wrong, Princessa?” EZ asked. “Need a break?” He handed her a bottle of water from the backpack he was carrying.

Megan shot him a rueful smile and sipped it. “More like an elevator. I hate this ladder.”

Taza grimaced. “We’ll get a new one soon, Chica. Just gotta deal until then.”

Angel eyed the ladder. “Bet me and the boyscout could get you up it easier.”

Hank frowned a bit and tugged Megan to rest against his chest a moment. “What do you mean, Angel?”

“We got Creep up it pretty easy when he needed the doc. Megan’s a lot smaller.” Angel shrugged. “Same way we used to get shit into the attic for Pops.”

EZ broke into a wide grin. “You might be right.”

Taza shrugged a bit as he glanced at Megan. “What do you say, Chica? Want to let them try it?”

Megan eyed the hated ladder, before turning to eye the brothers. “Promise not to drop me?”

Angel gave a sardonic laugh. “And risk getting shot? We won’t drop you, Shorty.”

“Alright then. How’re we doing this?” she asked.

Angel grinned. “Taza, you and EZ go first. Once you’re up, EZ lays on the floor to lift la princessa with Taza to anchor him. Megan gets on my shoulder an’ EZ pulls her out. Simple. Reyes Brothers Elevator.”

Hank chuckled and shook his head, amazed at the simplicity of it. “I’ll help steady you, mi amore. This way you don’t risk falling like yesterday.” The day before, Megan had been lucky Hank was behind her for the ladder. He’d had to catch her twice.

Just like Angel outlined, Taza and EZ went first with EZ carrying Rex. Taza paid the toll while the prospect laid down and hung his top half through the hatch. Taza anchored his legs as Hank helped Angel get Megan onto his shoulders and steadied her as he stood. Then EZ locked his arm and pulled Megan up until Taza could help her out of the hatch. In the end, EZ was breathing a little heavy, but the near disaster of the day before had been averted. Angel and Hank then climbed up to join them.

“Thanks Angel and EZ. That was much easier on my end,” Megan said, smiling at the brothers.

Angel gave a slightly cocky grin. “Anything for la princessa de los Mayas, right Prospect?”

EZ laughed a little and straightened his kutte. “Right.”

Once they reached the town, Angel and EZ dropped them off at the storefront where the doctor kept an office upstairs and headed out to the coordinates Luisa had sent to the burner phone in Angel’s pocket.

“Alright, Chica. Let’s go get this x-ray and find out how you’re doing. After, we can go find something to do until Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum get back,” Taza said with a grin.

Hank led the way up the narrow stairs and paused at the top to smile back at Megan. “You ready, mi amore?”

Megan smiled a little nervously. “You’ll stay with me?”

“Of course, Princessa.” He chuckled a little. “We’d have to anyway - Doc doesn’t speak English.”

Inside, Taza spoke with a man quietly in Spanish as Megan leaned into Hank’s side. The conversation wasn’t very long before the man smiled at Megan and waved her forward.

Megan turned to look at Taza.

“He just wants to take the sling off and feel for the break before he x-rays you, Chica,” Taza assured her.

Hank guided her forward and worked the sling straps on her back to release them. Once the sling was off, he sat her on the narrow wooden table while holding her good hand.

The doctor approached with his hands held calmingly out in front of him. He gently pressed along her collarbone. He looked at Hank and asked something.

“Mi reina, he wants to know if it hurts when he touches it,” Hank translated.

“No. It’s a little achey, but that’s just the stiffness I think,” Megan said.

The doctor nodded as Taza translated what was said. He gestured for Hank to step away from Megan and rolled a camera looking machine in front of her before holding a metal panel behind her shoulder. Megan fought the urge to giggle as she realized that the x-ray machine was a portable vet tool.

The doctor took the shots that he needed before indicating that he’d be back in a moment.

As soon as he was out of the room, Megan lost the battle with her giggles. Both men grinned at her.

“What’s so funny, Chica?” Taza asked, amused at her reaction to this doctor. He had expected nerves or even some defiance like he’d seen the other times doctors had looked at her.

“Papa, he’s not a doctor, is he? He’s a vet,” Megan bit her lip to stifle her laugh.

Hank burst out laughing while Taza stared at her for a moment before joining in.

“How’d you know, Princessa?” Hank asked as he moved to support her still splinted arm through her laughing fit.

“The x-ray machine gave it away. And he wasn’t exactly concerned that he couldn’t talk to me directly. Plus - he came at me like I was going to cow kick him if he surprised me.”

Taza laughed again. “You’re right. He’s a farm vet. We didn’t want to scare you with him not being a ‘real’ doctor, so we just didn’t say anything.”

Megan smiled mischievously. “Well - for future reference - I’d much rather the vet than the hospital any day.”

An hour or so later they were walking down the narrow steps to the street level again with Megan’s sling tucked into a bag. The doctor had given the go ahead to remove the sling as long as she wasn’t using her arm too much and there wasn’t a lot of pain. He’s also provided Hank with a refill of the ibuprofen - just in case.

Once on the street, they decided to head to a small restaurant down the street to wait for the Reyes brothers and have lunch.

Taza ordered for them at the counter while Hank and Megan found a table in a spot where they could see the door. Megan kept rolling her right shoulder until Hank gently rubbed his hand down her spine and across her shoulders. “Are you alright, mi reina?” he asked her as he did it.

Megan gave a soft groan of relief as Hank rubbed. Hank chuckled at the noise as she answered. “I’m fine. Just stiff.” She paused, arching her back into his rubbing hand. “That feels so good.”

Hank laughed again and scooted his chair back from the table. “Come ‘ere, Princessa. Let me help.” He tugged her to sit in his lap facing him and leaned her forward against his chest so he could gently rub the knots from her back that the sling caused.

Megan melted against him as the firm pressure released her muscles even through her kutte and holster.

Hank grinned as Taza came to the table with two trays of food and drinks. His smile assured Taza that nothing was seriously wrong.

Taza placed the trays on the table and took his seat across from her. “Everything alright?” he asked quietly.

Megan nodded from where her face was buried in between Hank’s neck and shoulder but made no move to get up. She let out another quiet moan that only Hank could hear as he hit a particularly nice spot.

Hank chuckled again and tried not to think about it too much. He liked that noise. He met Taza’s eyes. “Yeah. She’s just stiff and her back muscles are in knots from the sling.

Taza laughed a little. “So that’s why she’s practically purring.”

Hank grinned. He tilted his chin to kiss Megan’s hair. “Your papa brought lunch. You ready to eat?” he asked her.

Megan whined a little, but nodded before lifting her head. Hank helped her to settle back into her chair with a laugh. “A hot shower when we get home will help, mi amore.”f

As they ate, they made plans for the rest of the day. They had Templo when they got back to discuss the deal with the L.O. but after that no plans had been made.

“Well, your tíos and I need to meet after Templo to do some book work, so I’ll be tied up for the night. What are your plans, Chica?” Taza asked as he discreetly added more rice to Megan’s plate while she was distracted.

“Don’t know. I need to let Riz know to put me back on the schedule since the sling is off, but I also know that he’s already got this week’s schedule posted. I looked this morning,” Megan said as she ate the taco she'd fixed from the communal plates Taza had ordered them. “Will you be in meetings too, Hank?”

Hank sipped his soda and shook his head. “Nah. All my book stuff is done for the next two weeks.” He leaned back in his chair and slid his arm along the back of Megan’s. “Now that your sling’s off - would you want to do something tonight?”

Megan’s eyes sparkled. “Like a date?”

Hank laughed. “Yes. Like an actual date, mi princessa. Nothing too fancy, but a date.”

Megan bounced a little in her chair. “Yes!”

Taza grinned at her enthusiasm. “There we go. I’ll be home late too, so don’t wait up for me.”

“Would you keep Rex for the night?” Hank asked, petting the big dog’s ears under the table. “I thought we might take the bike.”

Megan lit up further “Really?”

“If your papa doesn’t mind.”

Megan turned to him with her big, brown eyes pleading.

“Yes. I’ll keep the pooch - if you promise to stay with Hank, Chica. I like you having him as an extra line of defense when you’re out, so you have to promise not to do anything stupid,” Taza stipulated.

“I promise, Papa.”

“Alright then. You two will have date night while the pooch and I work late.”

Hank’s burner beeped from his kutte pocket. He pulled it out and checked it without removing his arm from Megan’s chair. “Angel and the Prospect are back in town.”

“Perfect timing. Let’s go home.”

They met the brothers back where they’d split up. Angel quickly abandoned the driver's seat to Taza and Megan got shotgun with Hank behind her.

At the hatch, this time Taza went first followed by Megan. It was much easier without the sling. She managed to slip once, but caught herself. Once they were at the bottom, EZ frowned at the ladder. “That thing really does need fixed. La Princessa shouldn’t have to struggle with it every time. Especially since she’s going to be dealing with this trip a lot as the armorer,” he said.

“Glad you volunteer, Prospect,” Hank agreed. “You can start on it tomorrow.”

Megan giggled a little as she caught her breath in the close confines of the tunnel but petting Rex.

“You good, Shorty? Didn’t bust nothin’ when you slipped, did ya?” Angel asked.

Megan stuck her tongue out at him. “I’m fine. Just missed a rung.”

“Alright. Just checkin’. No harm in that,” Angel grinned a bit. “Hey Boyscout - maybe you need to use that big brain of yours to figure out a lift, huh? That way la princessa doesn’t break a nail.”

Megan smacked Angel in the chest with the back of her good hand and laughed. “You suck, Angel.”

“That’s why the women love me.”

Megan wrinkled her nose. “Eeewwww. TMI.”

Angel cracked up. “You asked for it.”

Taza shook his head with an exasperated chuckle and shoved Angel forward along the tunnel. “Get going before you scar my daughter for life.”

They made their way back to the Northern hatch where they all climbed out into the dress warehouse with EZ helping to lift Rex through the door. They were all a little dusty, but none the worse for wear.

Back at the clubhouse, Megan proudly walked in without her sling to find Bishop and Marcus relaxing at a table with a few beers.

“Well look at you, Poquito. Doctor freed you?” Bishop asked, standing to claim a hug.

Megan stepped into his embrace with a smile. “Still gotta wear the soft cast and be easy with it, but he cleared me to lose the sling.”

“Good. That’ll make dance lessons easier,” Marcus said as he got his own hug,

“Among other things,” Megan agreed.

“Is everyone here?” Hank asked.

“Waiting on Riz. He went to help Vickie with something,” Bishop said, taking his seat back.

Taza and Hank joined them as Angel split off to the bar where Coco and Gilly were waiting. EZ went to fetch drinks automatically as Hank pulled Megan onto his knee.

“He needs to hurry up. La Princessa and her caballero have a date tonight,” Taza said, accepting the beer from EZ.

Marcus grinned. “Finally going to take Poquito somewhere, Tranq?”

Hank grinned. “That’s the plan if nothing fucking it up this time.”

Bishop looked over his shoulder at where Angel was sipping on his own beer. “We’ll be fine for one night, brother. Take Poquito out tonight. If shit hits the fan - it can wait until tomorrow for you.” He grinned. “Now, that being said - you have planning to do. So get to it. Poquito - did the doctor say when the soft cast can come off?”

Hank chuckled and pressed a kiss to the place where Megan’s neck met her shoulder before sliding out from in under her. He watched as Megan settled into his seat and got distracted by her tío’s question before slipping out to the front porch.

Megan smiled at Bishop. “Tío, why’re you asking me? You know very well the doctor doesn’t speak English.”

Bishop laughed and nodded. “You’re right. You’re right. So what did your papa tell you he said?”

“Still another three weeks or so - as long as I don’t do anything stupid. I kind of think Papa added that part on though,” Megan teased.

Taza laughed. “I paraphrased. That’s all Chica.”

They chatted amicably for a bit before Angel came over to ask to speak to Bishop and Taza alone for a minute in Templo. That left Megan with Marcus.

“Have you heard anything from Tía Diana and Tessa?” Megan asked. “I haven’t heard much since they left.”

Marcus sat forward at the table to smile at her. He leaned his forearms there and smiled. “Yeah. I heard from them at about lunch time. They’re probably still on the road though. Tessa doesn’t have much patience for car rides, so Diana will stop often to let her stretch.” He fiddled with his beer bottle a bit. “I talked to your tía about the move. She agrees that it’s probably best for everyone if I pause my patch for a bit.”

Megan reached across the table to squeeze his fingers. “And you? What do you think?”

He squeezed back before meeting her eyes. “I think she’s right. It makes the most sense, Bebita.”

“Then why the hesitation?” she asked quietly.

“I don’t know who I am without this kutte, Poquito. I’ve been wearing it so long it’s practically my skin at this point.” He sighed. “I’m struggling with letting go.”

“I understand. It’s like leaving rodeo was for me.” She fiddled with his signet ring, “But Tío, you aren’t leaving for good. It’s just like recon.”

He chuckled. “You’re right. We’ll make the call at the Templo after this one. I want to be sure the gun deal is solid first. Besides - this way nothing is on Hank’s mind tonight except you. Finally getting a real date night, huh? You gonna let him show out?”

Megan laughed and sat back. “You mean I could stop him?”

“Good point.”

Bishop and Taza returned with very serious faces. Megan sat up straight in alarm. “Papa? Everything alright?”

“Sí, Chica. Angel just had some information for us.” He pressed a reassuring kiss to the top of her head before resuming his seat. “Your tío is going to take care of it before Templo.”

Bishop nodded and gathered Gilly and Creeper before riding out.

“Anything I need to know, Hermano?” Marcus asked.

Taza shook his head. “Nah. Charter issue.”

Marcus nodded.

When Bishop and the others returned, Bishop’s face was like a thundercloud and Riz was with them. Hank followed them in from the front porch too. Bishop didn’t even have to say anything. He just grabbed the whiskey bottle and a glass and headed for Templo. Everyone followed.

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Motel Room Candles - Hank Loza x Reader: NSFW

A/N: My first piece of writing in nearly 8 months! Feels good to be back. This is a self-indulgent piece where the reader is Marcus Alvarez's daughter. I have a few ideas already for where i'd like this to go. More to follow soon!

Summary: You and Hank meet for candlelit fun in a motel room

Warnings: age gap (reader is late 20's, Hank is late 40's), unprotected sex. Minors DNI

Hank had never felt pleasure like this before. Every nerve ending was on fire, screaming for more, begging to feel your touch. The cheap, scratchy motel sheets were a harsh comparison to the velvet softness of your skin, the smell of your perfume and body cream enveloping him in a blissful haze of vanilla and sandalwood.

Your thighs gripped him either side as you rode him – deep, slow, purposeful movements that made him moan for more. “You’re so needy, Hank,” you teased, breathless as you leaned down to kiss him. He groaned against your lips, drunk on the taste of you. “What are you doing to me, querida?” he gasped, arching his back as you braced your hands on the cheap, worn out headboard so you could take him even deeper. “Only good things, I hope.” You smiled as you felt him shiver with pleasure beneath you, marvelling at how pussy drunk this bear of a man was.

Hank’s hands trailed across your body, desperate to touch you, to feel every single inch of you. He pinched your pert nipples between his thumb and forefinger, relishing in the sound that escaped your lips. He had no idea how the hell he’d gotten so lucky. Your skin glowed in the light of the candles he purchased earlier in the day, the flames reflected in your eyes. He knew that a motel wasn’t the most romantic of places and hoped a few candles would make the space more inviting. He hasn’t known which scent you liked best and he panicked, ending up leaving the store $200 lighter and 20 candles heavier. They all burned around the room now, the soft light making you look so goddamn beautiful.

He could feel you getting closer; the way you clenched around his cock told him you’d soon reach your peak. He’d grown to know your body well over the last few weeks, learnt what turned you on. Your breath quickened, your hands gripping the headboard so tight your knucles turned white. Hank began lightly tracing circles on your clit, a moan escaping him as he watched your eyes close and mouth slowly open. You were so nearly there, and Hank wouldn’t last much longer.

His increased the pressure on your clit ever so slightly, your thighs beginning to shake around him. “That’s it, querida, let go,” he whispered, “I want to feel you cum.” His words were your undoing, sending you blissfully over the edge. You cried out, sinking into Hank’s large frame, your whole body shaking with pleasure. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close as his hot seed spilled inside you, filling you to the brim and leaking down your thighs.

Carefully, as if you were made of glass, he rolled you onto your back, pulling the covers over you so you didn’t get cold. You smiled at the loving gesture, pulling him close so you could rest your head on his broad expasive chest. “I like the candles,” you said, “they’re a nice touch. Quite a lot of them though.” You took in the various sized pots, with scents ranging from Fresh Linen to Pine and Eucaluptus. You’d never envisioned Hank as a man who regularly purchased candles, and you smiled as you thought of him buying them.

“I wanted to make the room feel a little…” he paused, trying to think of the right words. “You wanted to make the room feel a little less like a cheap motel?” You suggested, kissing him so he knew you were only playing. “Something like that,” he smiled, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips and the curve of your jaw. “I wish I could give you more.” He hated that you had to meet like this, in cheap motels on the outskirts of Santo Padre, far away from prying eyes. With his mother at home, and your apartment coming with its own nosey housemate, this was your only option.

He wished he could tell people about you, he wanted to scream his love for you from the rooftops. But you were forbidden, the daughter of El Padrino, and Hank knew his life wouldn’t be worth living if the two of you were ever caught. For now, he could handle the secret motel meets, the late night phone calls, the stolen kisses outside the Club House when he knew you two were alone. But, as your fingers traced the tattoos on his chest, your lips following suit, Hank wondered how much longer he could last keeping you a secret.

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