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mysoulisasunflower · 7 months
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✨Best Idea Ever✨
Mayans MC | 1.4 "Bat/Zotz"
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broiderie · 2 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.
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dallianceangel · 3 months
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𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐀 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 😭👻
I might make this into a longer fic, so let me know if that's something you'd like to read. 💗
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“We need to get out of here, and fast.”
You look at Taza in confusion as he snatches the cloth and disinfectant spray from you, guiding you out of the clubhouse, under the cover of darkness. This isn't the time for asking questions, but that doesn't stop you.
“Just tell me what's going on, Che!”
Taza covers your mouth with his hand, not wanting your cover to be blown, but it's too late. He's heard you, and seen you.
“Baby girl?”
Happy can't believe his eyes. He thought you were dead. He attended your funeral, he carried your coffin. None of this makes sense.
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bullet-prooflove · 9 months
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The Beauty of the End Part Two: Reckless Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader (feat Taza & Creeper)
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It’s Creeper that notices the change, he’s the only one that stays sober during nights at the club house so he’s always the most perceptive. He notices that Riz sticks around for longer, that he spends most of his time drinking and getting high, that he hasn’t laid a hand on his guitar since he returned from Nashville, that he’s paying a little more attention to the girls at the bar. He hasn’t talked about you in weeks, and every time your name comes up he pretends he hasn’t heard it.
It comes to a head during Poker Night at Vicki’s. They’ve been to a thousand and one of these events, they’re a way of blowing off steam after a tough run. Some of the guys take a girl upstairs, others drink, do a little pot, Creeper just likes to play the game because while everyone else is distracted, drunk or high, he cleans up big.
When Riz pulls a girl into his lap he’s taken aback, he can tell the other guys are too. He hasn’t so much as looked at another woman since he’s been with you and now he’s whispering in a whore’s ear as she plays with his hair. When he takes her upstairs to bed, they’re all too fucking shocked to say anything. Creeper raises his eyes to the ceiling when the distinctive noise of the headboard slamming against the wall in the room above breaks through the silence.
“What the fuck is that about?” Taza asks him as he sets his cards face down on the table.
Creeper shakes his head.
“He hasn’t been the same since Nashville.”
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When he’s done fucking the whore, Riz tells her to leave. He waits until she slips out of the door, still barely dressed before he climbs out of the bed and lights a cigarette from the pack he keeps on the dresser. He lingers by the window, staring out into the darkness, trying to ignore the state of his reflection in the glass.
He looks like hell. His eyes are glassy from the whiskey and the weed, there’s dark circles underneath them, highlighting the bender he’s been on over the past couple of days because despite the fact he’s made it clear he doesn’t want to speak to you, you’re still calling. Each and every time he’s seen your name pop up on his screen, it's like a fucking knife in his chest, so he blocks you.
Somehow that makes it worse.
He sits down on the bed, taking a drag before he blows out a smoke ring and watches it evaporate into the air. The sex didn’t do anything to quench the anguish in his chest. He wonders how many will be enough, how many women will it take before he forgets you?
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Riz was a ladies’ man before he met you and in the ruins of your relationship, he takes up the mantle again. He fucks his way through Santo Padre, Stockton and Bakersfield, it doesn’t matter when, where or who. He gets the shit kicked out of him on the reservation for fucking a Blackjack player’s girlfriend in the bathroom. He simply laughs in the other man’s face, telling him he should be keeping his girl more satisfied. Both Taza and Creeper have to pull the other guy off him, because Riz gives up fighting after the second punch. His face is a mask of blood and he’s still smiling, he looks fucking crazed.
It’s Taza that approaches him in the end.
Riz is lying on his bike outside a rest stop, staring up at the sky and puffing on a joint. He watches the clouds pass overhead as he inhales, holding the smoke in his lungs for as long as possible before releasing it. Taza kicks the base of his boot, jerking him back to reality. The bruising on his face is starting to come out, a blossom of pink, purple and green all fading into the natural hue of his skin.
“You’re gonna need to get yourself tested, the way your chasing tail.” Taza comments, plucking the joint out of Riz’s mouth before tossing it on the ground and crushing it beneath the heel of his boot.
“I always glove.” Riz informs him, before sitting up so that he’s straddling his bike.
“What the fuck is doing on with you?” Taza snaps at him. “You’re a fucking mess. You’re not even going home anymore; you just sleep at Vicki’s and fuck anything that moves.”
Riz simply shrugs. He hasn’t been forthcoming with any of the details and Taza finds it frustrating because the Riz he knows, the one he’s been friends with since the very beginning, has always been an open book. He doesn’t know this man. This stranger hell bent on self-destruction.
“You don’t have to be a shrink to see that you’re trying to fill that hole in your heart.” Taza tells him, throwing his leg over his own bike and pulling on his helmet. “I don’t know what happened, but you need to get your shit together real quick, because I’m not sure how much longer Bishop is gonna let this go.”
Riz says nothing, instead he pulls out his sunglasses from the top pocket of his kutte and pulls them on over his red rimmed eyes.
“You’re banned from Vicki’s by the way.” Taza informs him as he adjusts the strap under his chin. Riz’s head snaps up towards the older man and Taza gives him a look. “Until you get your head on straight, you’re not to go back here.”
“Is that an order from my V.P?” Riz asks him, his gaze straying to patch on the other man’s kutte.
“Do you need it to be?” Taza asserts with an even stare.
Riz shakes his head before hitting the kick pedal of his bike with his foot and pulling off into the road. He isn’t wearing his helmet and that scares the shit out of Taza, he  watches as the other man disappears into the distance, his hair streaming into the wind behind him. Taza knows a thing or two about hating yourself and he thinks that’s what he’s seeing when he looks at the other man, a chasm of self-loathing so deep that nothing will ever be able to fill it.
“That looks like it went real well.” Creeper says from beside him as he sips from a take away cup of coffee.  
“As well as it could.” Taza says with a sigh as he shakes his head. “This can’t go on much longer, he’s going to get himself killed.”
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sonhosquebrados · 6 months
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Raoul Max Trujillo 😍
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myckicade · 8 months
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Back Home - Chapter One
Summary: You and Che had been so happy. Everything had almost seemed perfect. You hadn't counted on the bastard up and leaving you. Che's return is even less expected. You've carried on, rebuilt your life, and are enjoying where you're at. It's going to be a fight to see whether Che can fit back into the space he used to occupy, if that space still exists, at all.
A/N: C’mon, now, y’all… You know I couldn't pass this up, series end, or not. I wanted to get two others up first, but, as usual, this one just would not leave me alone! Contains spoilers up until... Well. This is the end of the road, so spoilers for the whole series!
P.S. SPOILERS: I’ve had to fuck about with the timeline a bit, as I have no idea whether Taza’s absence lasted five minutes, or ten years. This show is wonky, that way. 
Teaser: It’s been a long time since you’ve found yourself speechless, but here you stand, speechless, and lost, and half-scared of something that doesn’t even exist. 
This can’t be real, you tell yourself, the words shaping and forming and dying in your head before they can reach your lips. Your numb, trembling lips. All of you feels like it’s trembling. The cool breeze blowing in from the open door has little to do with the shiver working its way over your skin, much as you’d like to give it the credit right now. You know your face looks like you’ve seen a ghost. It has to. Still, you can’t find it in yourself to scream, or speak, or even sputter out a single sound. It’s been a long time since you’ve found yourself speechless, but here you stand, speechless, and lost, and half-scared of something that doesn’t even exist. 
Yet, it does. It exists in the shape of six-odd feet of handsome, half-slouching, complete asshole of a man standing on your front steps. The two of you have been staring at one another for entirely too long, since the moment he showed his face, and spoke your name. It was – and still is – pathetic, how easily the sound of his voice made you weak in the knees. 
Oh, this asshole. 
“How’d you get this address?” comes flying out of your mouth so suddenly, it takes you a moment to realize that you’re actually the one who said it. You watch as Che, seemingly just as startled as you, shifts on his feet. 
“I went by your old apartment,” he admits, finally breaking eye contact to glance down at his boots. “New tenant seemed to know you? She told me where you’d moved to.” 
“Fucking Diane,” you sigh, glancing over Che’s head to take in a quick glimpse of the stars. You have a fabulous view of the night sky from here, much better than you ever could have hoped for at your apartment. He’s never seen this, you consider. Not from here. Not like he was supposed to. Che moves, barely a step to the side, bringing your attention back to him. “It’s been a year, Che.” Your tone is firm, probably a little harder than is strictly necessary, but you’ve practiced this. Sure, you may never have expected to see this rotten motherfucker ever again, but you’ve prepared yourself for the scant possibility that you’d one day get the chance to toss him back out on his ass. 
The nerve. The fucking balls this bastard has, right now. 
Che blows out a breath. “I know,” he agrees, shoving his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket. His eyes are on you once more, a hesitance in them that shines against the light of the porch. You wait a beat, then two, and by five it’s clear he isn’t going to continue. 
“That’s it?” you scoff. “You know?” 
“I can leave, if you’d like?” It’s a genuine offer, you can tell. It’s not a threat. There’s no intentional manipulation in the letters. But then, there wouldn’t be. Che’s never been that type of man, certainly not to you. He’s honest, and decent, and devoted, and you need to stop before you remember every reason why you love him. 
Before you lose sight of every reason to choke him with your bare hands and start caving into every desire you still have to wrap your arms around him, and never let him go. 
Fuck. Angel is right. You’ve gotta’ get out of that book club. 
Focusing back in on the matter at-hand (so to speak), you have two options before you. This is a man you haven’t heard from in more than a year. So much has changed. You’ve changed. He surely has, as well. It’s probably a bad, bad idea to do anything other than turn him away. 
On the other hand… Well… You’ve missed him so damned much, and the idea of watching him drive away for good – again – already has your eyes welling up with tears. Fuck, you really can’t do it, can you? How fucking pathetic. You need, need, need to stick to your guns. Tell him he’s lost his chance. Tell him things are different now. Anything, anything to make sure you don’t weaken in the face of this choice. 
But… Aside from this, this one big, huge thing, he’s never done a damned thing to upset you. To hurt you. The two of you have always played it straight in your relationship, all the cards on the table, full-tilt, no stops, feel free to pass GO! and keep on driving. You’ve thought about this more than once (twice, ten times and better), wondered exactly what in the world could have been so bad, so terrible, that Che had felt the need to run, instead of facing it head-on with you. Stepping out on you has crossed your mind. A late-in-life crisis of some kind. And the ugly possibility that you’ve never really known the man you’ve been in love with. For all you know, Che wants to tell you about the secret family he’s been keeping in Modesto. Wife and kids. Husband and kids. Do you really want to know? 
Glancing up, you find Che shifting around again, two seconds from backing off the steps, and down the driveway to his bike. Whether on impulse, or by some crazy ass design, you make your decision. “Sit down,” you instruct, pointing to a patio table and two chairs set up at the corner of the porch. “I’ll be right back.” He nods, clearly surprised, all over again. You nod once, yourself, before disappearing into the kitchen. 
What are you doing? 
Reaching into the refrigerator, you retrieve two cold beers. You have the feeling you’re going to need one. 
What the fuck are you doing, (y/n)? 
You turn back from the door and pause. Would liquor be more suitable for this conversation? Might send the signal that this meeting is far more friendly than it has right to be. Giving Che false hope is something you would rather avoid, and a night of drinking liquor has never not led you two to the bedroom. 
Decisions, decisions. 
You shouldn’t be doing this, at all. No good can possibly come from it. Who’s to say the man outside is even looking for signs of hope? Two minutes ago, he was ready to ride off into the night, no questions asked. Can’t be he’s really too eager to apologize, right? He had that chance, and all you got was, I know. The fuck are you supposed to do with that? 
Groaning, you shift both beers to the bend of your left arm and retrieve a bottle of Jose Cuervo from the cupboard with your right hand. It takes some maneuvering, but you finally make your way back out to the porch, balancing the beers, the liquor, and two shot glasses in your arms. Che immediately jumps up from his seat to help you, relieving you of the bottle and glasses, and you find yourself thanking him, as always. 
“Thanks, babe.” 
“Welcome, doll.” 
Neither of you seem to know what to say for a hot second, staring at one another from across the table like two deer caught in cross traffic. You can feel your face growing warm, thankful for the dim glow of the Christmas lights you’ve left strung on the porch since early last November. They’re clear, warm and cool shades of white, with the ability to twinkle, and flash, and induce seizures on the right settings. Angel keeps telling you to take them down. (”It’s July, for fuck’s sake!”). Che has yet to comment on them, but you know he has already formed an opinion, which likely mirrors Angel’s, but with kinder, more considerate wording. 
Clearing your throat, you take the seat closest to the door, where Che has chosen to box himself into a corner. He can hop the railing if he needs to make a clean getaway, but strategically speaking, it’s not the smartest move he’s ever made. Still, you pass him a beer, before setting up the shot glasses. Che reaches for the tequila and pours you each a shot. Smooth. Simple. Familiar. Something clenches in your chest. 
“So,” Che begins, lifting up his glass. He looks your way, expectantly, until you do the same. He gives you an awkward half-smile, before you both down your shots. Fuck. It’s good stuff, but that first one tends to hit you where you live. “How have you been?” 
Really? That’s his starter? 
And, wow, it seems like you aren’t going to like any of his attempts tonight, huh? 
Cracking open the can in front of you, you shrug. “Busy, I guess?” Another shrug quickly follows the first. “Had a lot on my plate, for a while. Opening the new store. Buying the house.” 
Che thumbs at the lip of his can, not yet opening it. “I heard about that. Finally went ahead with it, huh?” 
“I did,” you reply, around a sip of Labatt. “Brick and mortar, this time. No more working out of the apartment or driving around town making deliveries.” You look over and find a warm smile waiting for you. 
“I’m proud of you,” Che murmurs, all sincerity and happiness. It’s your stomach’s turn to get all fluttery. “That’s awesome.” 
Darting your attention elsewhere, you quickly down another mouthful of beer. It’s too familiar. You’ve said far too much. “How about you?” you ask, upon swallowing. You’re not looking his way. You can’t. This is already going all wrong. “Been up to anything fun?” Silence reigns for a moment. It’s unsettling, but you manage to bring yourself to look up again. Che is staring at you, all traces of his smile gone. In its place, an expression you cannot name. It’s almost sad, but not quite. A touch guilty, but not completely. You don’t like it, this look he’s sending your way, panic seizing you enough to blurt out, “I see you’ve cut your hair, again.” 
“Don’t do that,” Che replies, almost immediately. His tone catches you by surprise, so low and serious you feel another shiver building at the base of your spine. 
“Don’t do what?” 
Che blinks, just once. “Don’t try to act like everything’s okay,” he continues. “We both know it isn’t.” That shiver climbs a little higher. True and fair though that is, it’s the only way you’re going to get through this. Cool indifference, at its finest. “While I appreciate not being greeted with a toaster upside the head, I don’t appreciate the passive attitude.” 
Damn. Talk about caught. 
“Got rid of the toaster,” you mumble after a moment, brushing imaginary debris from your pant leg. “I’m up to an air fryer now.” A laugh breaks free from Che’s mouth, and you fight the smile creeping across your lips in response. You’ve missed that sound so damned much. 
You’ve missed him so damned much. The way he talks, low and smooth like the finest honey. The way he looks at you, heart in his eyes, like you mean the world to him, ten times over. You never expected to lay eyes on him again, let alone to have the chance to spill out everything you’ve spent endless hours grumbling about to yourself. Practicing in your head. The ugly words you’ve wanted to throw at him, and the calm manner in which you’ve wanted to deliver them. Now is that chance, and... 
And the words won’t jump off your tongue. 
“You’re allowed to be pissed,” Che continues, unknowingly encouraging you toward letting him have it with both barrels. “Hell, I’d be shocked if you weren’t.” 
You sigh, deep and heavy. “I didn’t know what to be, for a while,” you admit, fiddling with the various rings on your fingers. Your right thumb brushes over the circle of silver on your left index finger. A medium sized band, with citrine stones embedded in the surface, and engraved, Love, Che. Even after everything, you haven’t found it in yourself to take it off. Tuck it away somewhere. Toss is out. You should have. You’d still have every right to do it, too. You just... 
Can’t. 
The silence must be getting to him, because Che is suddenly asking, “How are the kids?” Oh, boy. Now, here is where you’d really enjoy giving the man what for. Your poor babies. You could keep your calm for what you have been through, yourself, but your babies? You’ve been silent too long, again, it seems, from Che’s worried call of “(Y/n)? Are they okay?” 
“Flint looked for you, every damned day.” There. Now it’s out in the open. You catch Che’s flinch from the corner of your eye, a smug sense of satisfaction coming over you at the sight. “It was a fight to get him to eat for about a week, he was so upset.” Flint, your old boy, had become Che’s little buddy over your time together. They’d go for rides in the truck together. Have naps on the couch like the two grandpas you’d joked they were. Walk together. Eat together, as far as Che sharing food from his plate. While your dogs are hardly Che’s responsibility, watching Flint suffer through that pain still sits with you like an open wound. Even now, the tears are gathering at your eyes. 
“I never meant to-” 
“Max destroyed some of your clothes,” you interrupt, not wanting to hear his bullshit until you’re done. If your feelings don’t come out now, they never will. “Two pair of pants, some socks, and your brown boots.” You pause, clearing your throat. “Wasn’t a full day after you’d gone. I think she knew.” 
Che grimaces. “Girl always liked to tear my shit apart.” He sighs. “Not that I blame her.” 
“I don’t, either.” You shrug. “I had enough respect for you not to go batshit on the stuff you left behind, and I packed everything away after I caught Max in the act, but the temptation existed.” Reaching out, you pour another shot of tequila for Che, and one for yourself, which you promptly swallow. He doesn’t touch his. “You left just about everything, too, I know you realize.” 
“Kinda’ hard to cram my life in a backpack and saddlebags.” He leans forward in his seat, elbows on his knees, hands folded together in front of his face. He’s quiet for a moment, before bowing his head. “You know... I don’t wanna’ sit here and make excuses, and I’m not going to. I know what I did, and it was a dick move, and telling you ‘I’m sorry’ just isn’t gonna’ cut it.” 
Finally, you fully look at the man beside you. It’s the first time he’s said those words tonight, even if they were only uttered to make a point. He’s right. No apology is going to cut it, not now. Words are just fucking words, something you’ve had to come to grips with over the last year. Actions are what matter, isn’t that what you two have always agreed on? He took off. Up and left you holding the bag on so much emotional shit, you’re still digging out from the avalanche. 
But... He’s here now. That’s action, too. How much does that count for? 
Shaking your head, a bit, you try to focus back in. Too many questions, too many possibilities, and too much familiarity are invading your mind. There is something far more pressing to begin with, prompting you to turn your body in your chair, so that you can give Che your full attention. “Are you going to tell me what happened?” 
Che looks at you for a moment, relief in his eyes. “Yeah,” he murmurs, before nudging the tequila bottle closer to you. “You’re gonna’ want more of that while I do.” 
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drabbles-mc · 2 years
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Degrees of Separation (2)
Taza Romero x M!Reader
Summary: You transferred out of Yuma and into Santo Padre in a last-ditch attempt to outrun old ghosts and old problems. The small charter, located in an even smaller border-town, seemed like the perfect place to try and shake off everything that had happened to you so that you could start over. You were ready to live with your old secrets. But the deeper you get into the charter, the more you realize you may have simply traded in your old secrets for new ones, and this time you wouldn’t be going down for them alone.
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Warnings: language, alcohol, smoking
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: A couple cameos from some household faves. I’m so excited to set things up nicely so we can really go through all the angst together, y’all. Thanks for coming along for the ride! xo
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Days turned into weeks, and neither you nor Taza had brought up the conversation from the party that night. Some days you wondered if it had even happened at all, or if you’d just imagined it. Every now and then you’d find yourself looking over at him and he’d already be looking at you, an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite discern. It wasn’t an angry look, or a sad one, but it wasn’t particularly happy, either. And you didn’t know him anywhere near well enough to try and figure out what that was all about.
Bishop dismissed everyone from Templo with the exception of Taza and Hank. It wasn’t uncommon for the heads of the table to hang back after a meeting. Normally you wouldn’t give it a second thought. But you noticed the way that all three of them watched you as you got up to leave with the rest of the men at the table. You kept a straight face, not wanting to show that it was a little nerve-wracking, but it wasn’t easy.
Sliding the Templo door shut behind you, you let out a small sigh of relief. You were shaking your head at yourself as you made your way towards the bar. The thoughts that were beginning to swirl around your brain were cut off by Creeper’s voice as he popped up next to you.
“Don’t worry about it.”
You looked over at him, confused, “What?”
He shook his head, “Don’t worry about it. You’ve been here about a month, right?” he shrugged when you nodded, “You handle business and keep your mouth shut. Nobody has an issue with you. That’s all they’re gonna say when Bishop asks what they think about you staying here.”
There was something reassuring about the matter-of-fact way he made the statement. The two of you didn’t talk too much, but to be fair Creeper didn’t seem like an overly chatty guy. You did notice that he still had made a point over the last few weeks to check in with you a couple times. He seemed to be like you in the way that he tended to watch everything that was unfolding around him.
You finally managed to get yourself to respond to his statement, “Thank you.”
He nodded. “No problem.” He clapped you on the shoulder before heading towards the pool table.
Part of you wanted to linger, to see what the three men looked like when they walked back out of Templo. But the other part of you couldn’t bear to just sit around and wait. Instead, you slipped out the clubhouse door and started to make your way towards your bike. Throwing your leg over, you got situated as you clipped your helmet on. You were just about to start it up and take off when you heard a whistle come from the clubhouse steps.
Looking back over your shoulder, you saw Taza making his way to you. You inadvertently tensed up, worried that he was bearing bad news of some kind. He seemed relaxed enough, and you hoped that was a good sign.
“All good?” you asked as he stopped beside your bike.
He nodded. “Yea. Wasn’t expecting you to head out so fast.”
“You guys need—”
“No,” he shook his head, “just wanted to run something by you.”
You nodded. “Alright. What’s up?”
“That run next week?” he paused, “You want in on it?”
Your eyes widened, not expecting that to be the offer. It was going to be the first fairly large run since you transferred, and you would’ve understood if you were told to stay back. You weren’t going to argue the offer to go with them though.
You nodded. “Yea, for sure.”
“Good,” Taza smiled, “because if I get stuck on the road with Angel again someone’s gonna have to run interference.”
The days leading up to the run were busy but organized. Truth be told you were glad that you were going to be able to be on your bike instead of stuck in the back of a supply truck for hours on end. It probably wouldn’t always be the case, but you would take the win while you could. It was different being on this side of it all, as opposed to when you were in Yuma where you were the next to last stop for everything that was being transported. Now you were at the start of the supply chain. You felt the difference in pressure. No one else seemed all that nervous, which was the only thing that was reassuring to you.
It'd been a long but smooth day of riding. The handoff went smoothly, and quickly, but it was still too late in the day to turn around and head back home. And, judging by the look of everyone, no one really wanted to do that anyway. Everyone was looking forward to keeping their feet on solid ground for a bit, getting a few hours of sleep even if that sleep was in a cheap hotel room.
Most of the guys hopped off their bikes and headed straight for their hotel rooms. It was pretty clear that it was going to be cheap takeout for dinner, and whatever beer Angel grabbed a case of from the gas station a couple buildings down. Everything was so relaxed and that was difficult for you to adjust to.
You were sitting at the edge of the concrete curb outside your hotel room door. You propped your elbows against your knees, cigarette between your fingers as the smoke curled from it up against the dingy lights above you. It was quiet enough outside that you could hear the various televisions inside the rooms on the first floor.
You heard the sound of gravel crunching underneath someone’s feet and looked up to see Angel, case of beer hanging from one hand. He gestured to it. “Want one?”
You shrugged, nodding, “Sure.”
He set the case down and ripped it open with ease before lofting one of the bottles to you.  You said thank you before popping the cap off against the edge of the curb. Angel watched you, and you were waiting for whatever comment he was going to make.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say more than three words at a time, man,” Angel chuckled.
You laughed, “No?”
Angel rolled his eyes, shaking his head, “Yea, like that.”
You took a sip of your beer. “Guess I just haven’t had that much to say.”
He laughed. “Yea, sure,” he opened a beer for himself, “if you say so.” With that, he picked up the case of beer and continued on towards his room.
You heard the sound of one of the doors opening and turned around to see who it was. Taza walked out of his room, no kutte on, looking tired but relaxed. Angel gestured towards the case of beer that was tucked under his arm and Taza chuckled, taking one as he walked by. You wondered if he was going to head into one of the other rooms, if he had business to discuss with Bishop. Instead, he lowered himself down and sat next to you.
You held out your pack of cigarettes, wordlessly offering one to him. He shook his head, opting to take a sip of his beer instead. Neither of you said anything for a few minutes, just enjoying the semi-silence of the night. Everything seemed so still after the constant movement of the day. You felt Taza’s eyes on you as you tapped the ashes off the end of your cigarette. You felt like he wanted to say something, or that maybe you should be saying something, but you didn’t know what.
“Are we good?” you finally looked head-on at him, finding him still staring at you.
He nodded, expression not faltering in the slightest. “We’re good,” he paused, “Is there a reason you think that we shouldn’t be?”
You shook your head. “No. I just,” you sucked in a deep breath, not quite sure if getting into this conversation was worth it or not, “what you said before…we never talked about it.”
He turned back to looking up at the stars, “Didn’t think that there was anything to talk about.”
There was something in the ease with which he sat with you that made you feel better, even if it was only a little bit. You took another drag from your cigarette. “Right. Well. Thank you.”
He took a long drink from the bottle in his hand. “We all have each other’s backs here.”
“I see that,” you looked down at the beer bottle that was on the ground in front of you, “It’s a good feeling. Still, uh, still feels like I’m getting used to it sometimes,” you nodded back towards the doors behind you, “Angel called me out for not talking much,” you chuckled, “Guess I didn’t think it was all that noticeable.”
“That’s because Angel never shuts up,” Taza joked.
You nodded, laughing, “I guess that’s fair.” You paused to snub the last of your cigarette out beneath your boot. “I’ve been on the outside of shit for a long fucking time,” you picked up your beer bottle, “and I guess it’s a tough habit to break.”
Taza nodded. “I get that.” He shifted slightly, the outside of his leg pressing just barely against yours. “It gets easier, though.”
You glanced down and couldn’t help but notice how neither of you pulled away. You wondered if he even noticed. You tried not to stare as you nodded. “I hope so.”
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saltyunicorn079 · 2 years
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I love these photos! I wish I could see their smiles (though I support the use of masks to keep everyone healthy)!
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superhoeva-archived · 2 years
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❜ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐒 ❛
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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)
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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: 15/? (eleven chapters, four drabbles)
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𝐊𝐄𝐘
† - nsfw
∞ - author favorite
✎ - director’s cut
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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.
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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.
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𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀/𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐒 ✧.*
𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞™ || 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞™ ||  𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞™ || 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞™ || 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋'𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞™ || 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈™ || 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚™ || 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞™
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𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 || 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 || 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒/𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐓𝐀𝐆 
© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚
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Red Velvet: stitch 19
Mayans x SOA
CHAPTER LIST
SUMMARY: Tig sneaks out before the guys return. Taza gets a call about Bishop’s condition that drastically changes your plans for the night.
WARNINGS: 18+ only; food mention; 2.5k words.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Another monster chapter, whoops!
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Tig easily followed through on his promise, coaxing another two orgasms out of you before Nestor knocked on your door, saying the other guys were on their way back and Tig needed to go.
“Will I see you again?” You felt ridiculous asking, sounding like a love struck teenager, but you had to know. He hasn’t even left the room yet and your body yearned for him. The ache between your legs not satisfied unless he is buried inside it.
He pauses buttoning his pants to lean over, grabbing your chin between his fingers and pressing a hard kiss to your lips. “There’s no keeping me away now, doll.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling the burner phone out of this pocket, tossing it to you. “Put your number in there for me.”
You move through the screens, adding your contact information as he finishes getting dressed. You flip it shut, holding it out to him as he finishes buttoning up his shirt. “Consider this my glass slipper.”
He laughs, sliding it back into his kutte. “I don’t think I qualify as a Prince Charming, doll.”
“Not everyone dreams of riding away on a white horse, you know.”
He leans down, resting his fists on the bed beside you, pressing his lips to yours again, like he just can’t stop himself. “Where did you come from?” he asks quietly, his voice laced with awe.
Once you’d gotten over your initial embarrassment of realizing you didn’t know what an orgasm was, you turned the tables on Tig. Just because you hadn’t come before didn’t mean you didn’t know how to make him come. You’d sucked his dick until his knees wobbled then rode him until his eyes rolled back on his head, coaxing him over the edge more than once in thanks for your newfound pleasure.
“Better get out of here before the guys come back,” you say against his lips.
“Yea, I should,” he agrees, but he leans forward, pressing his lips to yours again.
You can’t help but laugh when Nestor knocks on the door again, more urgent this time. “Go!”
He gives you a wink, striding across the room and swinging the door open. You can tell by the look on Nestor’s face as he steps out of Tig’s way that the room smells like sex.
“Hey, Nestor?” you call, pulling the blanket a little tighter around you.
He sticks his head in the door, eyes averted respectfully to the ground. “Yea?” You hear the door to the hallway open and shut and your heart thuds at Tig’s departure, your body missing him already.
“Thanks, for this. I won’t forget it.”
One side of his mouth tugs up in a smile. “Guys are in the lobby. You might want to do something about this,” he says, gesturing to the room.
You can’t help but giggle. Even with the threat of being discovered, you can’t find it in you to care, your body as light as a feather and your worries gone. “Stall if you can.” You jump up, still wrapped in a sheet, hitting the switch on the wall for the ceiling fan.
Nestor nods, pulling the door shut. You look at the window, but it doesn’t open. You step into the bathroom, turning on the exhaust fan, looking for any type of air freshener, finding none. Darting back to your bag, you grab your perfume, pumping several squirts into the air until the scent is overpowering anything else. Finally, you toss the blankets on the bed, pulling them somewhat normal before snatching your dress off the floor, slipping it back over your head. It’s slightly wrinkled from its time on the floor, but it will be fine.
You reach for the door knob, hearing voices in the other room, but instead of opening it, you twist the lock, rushing into the bathroom to look in the mirror. The reflection is not someone you recognize. The smile plastered on your face is framed by kiss swollen lips, your eyes bright and happy, your entire body glowing. Apparently an afternoon of orgasms is better than a day at the spa.
Luckily, there are no marks on your neck or any other exposed skin, maybe the guys will think you just got some good sleep. You go back into the room, taking a deep sniff but all you smell is perfume. Still, you barely open the door before slipping out to join the guys.
“There she is,” Gilly says. “Just going to order food. Hungry?” Your stomach audibly growls at his words, the guys in the room erupting in laughter.
“I think you forgot who you’re talking to, ‘mano,” Coco says, elbowing Gilly.
Angel comes over, slipping his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your head before frowning. “Why do you smell like a beauty shop full of old ladies?”
You chuckle, shrugging his arm off. “Didn’t shower yet, thought I could hide it with perfume. Guess not.”
He gives you a look, eyes trailing down your face, pausing on your lips. He looks like he’s going to say something but when EZ asks what he wants, he goes steps away from you to go look at the menu.
“Just order me whatever, I’m going to hop in the shower,” you say, slipping back through the door and twisting the lock, pressing your forehead against the cool wood. The one time during your stay in Vegas that you needed a shower the most and you didn’t take one. Rolling your eyes, you grab a change of clothes from your bag, heading into the shower.
Thirty minutes later, you are sitting on the couches in the front room, digging into Chinese food. “Everything go okay today?” All the eyes turn to you. “What?”
“What do you mean?” Taza asks, brows furrowed.
You swallow your bite of lo mein, looking around the room. Sure, you knew probably more than you should, thanks to Tig, but what you’re asking isn’t out of line. “Someone tried to jack our load, kill me and Bishop in the process, y’all disappeared all day then came back with Chinese food. You think I don’t know what happened?”
You will admit the irony at them eating Chinese food, but you can’t mention it to anyone at the moment since you aren’t supposed to know the Chinese tried to take the coke.
Your explanation seems to placate Taza, who finally nods with a smile. “Yea, everything’s fine.”
“Any news on Bishop?”
He shakes his head, stabbing at his rice with a fork. “Still sedated, last I heard. Marcus went over to the hospital to check in.”
You nod. That explains why he and Nestor aren’t here. You finish the rest of the meal in silence, EZ coming around with a trash bag to everyone’s garbage.
The guys start getting restless, moving about the room and you know they won’t stay long. Suddenly, Taza’s phone rings and he pulls it out, pressing it to his ear quickly after checking the caller ID.
His end of the conversation doesn’t give much away, all of the eyes in the room trained on him for a clue of who he is talking to when his eyes land on you.
“Yea, she’s right here,” he says, holding the phone out to you.
You frown at the device, wondering who would have called Taza to speak to you, then you remember that you left your phone in the other room. “Hello?”
“Hey, sweetheart.”
The sound of Bishop’s voice causes your legs to collapse and you fall heavily onto the couch. “Bishop, how are you? Are you okay?”
“As good as can be expected,” he says. His voice is gruff with exhaustion, deeper and slower than normal. “Sorry that your first trip to Vegas hasn’t been what you wanted.”
You can’t help but bark a laugh. “I’m sorry it took getting hit by an SUV for you to finally get some rest.”
He scoffs at you through the phone. “They said I am getting out of here tomorrow. Marcus tells me everything is taken care of. If you wanna go out on the town with the guys, as long as you stick together, I think you should.”
“Yea, I can tell they are getting restless. Better get them out of here before they start to tear the room apart,” you say, eyes flicking to the men in the room, getting a mixture of laughter and eye rolling. “See you tomorrow?”
“Absolutely, sweetheart. Gimme back to Taza.”
You pass the phone back to Taza, immediately turning towards the room, announcing your plans to change.
When the door swings shut behind you, you crouch to rifle through your bag for something you haven’t worn yet when your phone vibrates on the table. You almost ignore it, figuring it’s Angel texting you to be quick, but you grab it anyways.
You have a missed call from Marcus, probably Bishop calling as the time stamp was just a few minutes ago and a new message from an unknown number.
I already miss feeling you come on my cock.
You almost drop the phone when it vibrates in your hand, another message coming through.
Can you sneak away? I want you again.
You bite your lip, eyes flicking to the door. If you went out now and said you changed your mind, someone would have to stay behind to keep watch, even with Bishop’s word that everything is taken care of, they still have their trusted buddy system.
You change screens, thumb pressing the missed call from Marcus, hoping he’s already hung up with Taza.
“Hello?” He answers on the first ring.
“Marcus, hi,” you say. Now that he is on the phone, you hesitate in what you want to ask. “Can you send Nestor here?”
He pauses. “I can, is everything okay?”
“Yea, yea,” you say quickly. “It’s just, the guys want to go out, but, uh, I’m not really feeling it all of a sudden, and I don’t want one of them to have to stay behind with me.”
“Taza said you already ran to your room to change. Are you sure everything is okay?”
Damn Marcus, always knowing everything. You take a deep breath, getting ready to play the card you wish you didn’t have to. “Hank told me about Bishop, how he feels about me. I just want to wait until we can do this together. I don’t want the guys to know.” The words taste bitter on your tongue, but the more they sit with you, the more true they feel. You really didn’t want to go out without Bishop, but it also wasn’t the main reason you weren’t going out now.
“I can just tell them I’m having girly troubles or something.”
Marcus chuckles at that. “Yea, okay. I’ll send him back over. Give him about thirty minutes.”
“Thanks, Marcus,” you say quietly before hanging up.
You stare at your phone a moment, taking a deep breath. You didn’t lie, you tell yourself. Not completely, anyways. The lights of Vegas could wait until Bishop is able to take you out, show you the ropes. But after telling that fib, there is no way you are going to push your luck and leave the room and risk getting into trouble.
You can come back in an hour.
That would give Nestor plenty of time to show up and the guys plenty of time to be far away from the lobby by the time Tig shows up.
See you then doll.
Your heart thumps, body already thrumming with the anticipation of Tig’s arrival. Taking a moment to school your features, you give yourself a full body shake before stepping back out into the main room.
“What the hell, princesa?” Gilly says, seeing you in the same clothes you had on before.
“Girl, I ain’t waiting two hours for you to get ready,” Coco says, his pack of cigarettes already in his hand.
You hold up your phone. “You don’t have to. I called Marcus. He’s sending Nestor back over to stay with me so you guys can all go out.”
“Why the hell did you do that?” Gilly asks.
Angel is looking at you under a heavy brow and you worry he’s onto you so you wrap your hands around your stomach and say, “I got my period.”
Immediately, the guys throw their hands up, wanting to hear no more, except for EZ who looks at you quizzically. “No, that shouldn’t be for another week at least.” You cock an eyebrow at him and his cheeks turn red. “What? I got that memory thing, remember?”
“But remembering her cycle? Bro, that’s weird,” Angel says, punching his brother in the arm. The other guys start ribbing EZ for knowing about girly stuff but Angel comes to stand beside you. “He is right though,” he says quietly.
You flounder for a moment, not expecting anyone to call you on your lie. You thought for sure mentioning your period would have had the guys practically running out the door. “It’s not a science, Angel, sometimes it comes early.”
He looks down at you, his tongue running over his bottom lip before glancing at his brothers to make sure no one is close. “Something going on with you and Nestor?”
“What?” You ask, your voice shrill with disbelief, causing a few heads to turn your way, until you put your hand up in apology. “No, Angel, there is nothing going on with me and Nestor,” you whisper quietly. He still looks like he doesn’t buy your story so you continue. “I just remembered that I promised Bishop I’d let him take me and, I don’t know, after everything, I want to keep that promise,” you finish with a shrug, the words rolling off your tongue easier this time.
“Okay, okay.” He finally gives in, kissing your head. “If you need anything, text me, okay?”
You nod, giving him a smile. “Thanks.”
Nestor shows up right on time, the guys quickly filing out of the room on his arrival, excited to spend their last night in Vegas.
“Are we expecting any visitors?” You grin, nodding your head at Nestor. “I figured as much, didn’t think you just missed the pleasure of my company.”
You gasp. “Another joke? You gotta be careful, Nestor. If I didn’t know better, I’d say we were on our way to being friends.”
He gives you a lopsided grin before shoving your arm. “Go get ready for your hot date. I’ll let him in when he gets here.”
You take a step toward your room before stopping a moment, spinning back to Nestor and pulling him in for a hug. “Thanks for not being a cockblock.”
He laughs, pushing you off of him. “Just go get ready.”
PART 20
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Angel Reyes & Coco Cruz
Mayans MC | 1.2 "Escorpión/Dzec"
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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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Mayans MC gif meme → 6 characters [1/6]: Che 'Taza' Romero __________________________ ... I was in love. And I'm not ashamed about that. Or what I've done since. All that I've caused. I needed Palo to pay. I didn't know so many would get hurt. And now I'm afraid that it's not over. I'm tired, Bish. Fսcking tired. I love you, brother. Do what you have to do.
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This road never looked so lonely
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Ben can’t stand the way that Taza leaves in the middle of the night. The fact he slips out of the sheets in the aftermath of their love making, pulling on his clothes layer by layer before he disappears out of the door.
He finds himself lying on his back, his arm slung over his eyes. He can’t stand to look at Taza right now to see the hunch of his shoulders, the way he keeps his head bowed low. He knows what shame looks like; he sees how the other man carries it.
There’s an ache in Ben’s chest, a deep emotional anguish that he tears at his soul. He’s done this before, he’s been another man’s secret and he knows it’s a slow death, an agonising bleed that drains the life right out of you. He can’t do that again.
It’s when Taza reaches the door, his hand grasping the handle that Ben finally speaks.
“I’m done.” He says into the darkness, his eyes stinging. “I can’t be your secret anymore. I’m fucking done.”
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sonhosquebrados · 8 months
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abbatoirablaze · 1 year
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Living Off The Land, Taza
Word Count:  452
Warnings:  none really.
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Taza sat on an old tree stump, watching as you absorbed the wilderness around you, admiring the little things; like how the sun was setting amidst the desert, or how he found the spot that you two were camped out at.  You looked wondrously at every little thing.  He smiled as you asked about the flowers, or small plants that somehow managed to thrive in the Californian desert. 
“Little flower, you are very curious,” he chuckled, taking a drag on his cigarette, “this really is like a camping trip to you, isn’t it?”
Your smile lit up his world, sending shocks through every fiber of his being, “is that such a bad thing?  You’re teaching me to live off the grid with you, right?”
“That I am.”
“Then let us live!”
His heart warmed as you stalked towards him, before finally landing on his lap.  His arms wrapped protectively around you, and you gazed down towards the fire that started to light up the surrounding area while the sun began to set. 
You were sucked into the call of the nature, and he didn’t want to bother you, but the frown that peaked onto your lips made his heart whimper.  He began to rock the two of you gently, humming a song that he remembered from his childhood.  Your frown settled on your face, and he could see that you were lost in your thoughts.
You glared at the flames.
“What is wrong, little flower?”
“It’s nothing…I just…”
“Look at me, my love,” he asked softly, “tell me that while looking at me.”
Your attention turned towards him with razor speed and accuracy.  He frowned when he noticed your eyes glossy with tears, “what if he changes his mind, Taza?”
This time it was his turn to frown, “Bishop wouldn’t change his mind, sweetheart.  We got nothing to worry about.  We’re living off the land for a reason.  He gave me his word that we would be left alone.”
Your hand stroked his cheek, and you felt a tugging in your chest, “but what if he does break his word?  You’re done with the club.  You’re done fighting.  Do you even have a gun anymore?”
He shook his head, “I don’t need a gun to kill, little flower.  But this is all stuff that you shouldn’t concern yourself with.  We’ll be fine...”
“But how do you know that?”
“I just do,” he said simply, his arms tightening around your waist.  Your eyes met again when he saw the slightest bump in your shirt.  His grip loosened and his hand rubbed over your stomach, “trust me…I won’t let anyone hurt my little flowers.   I would protect the two of you with my life.”
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