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danzer8705 · 2 years ago

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Wow. That’s all I can say. So I will just stand up, & give the ovation this masterpiece deserves. 👏🏻

Starry Eyes

Pairing: Bishop Losa x Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Bishop's been having a rough few weeks, so you're determined to take his mind off of whatever plagues him.

Warnings: fluff out the ass, kinda femdom??? not really but the reader does take charge🥵, Bishop being a good man and letting reader worship and fuck him like he deserves, unprotected sex (p in v), light oral (m receiving), body worship, creampie, squirting, dirty talk

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Tagging: @est1887 @melaniecraig80

a/n: there is absolutely no way I will pass up an opportunity to write something filthy for my husband, so enjoy!

Posting new fics over on @michaelirby

It started with breakfast. Typically, Bishop wakes up at the crack of dawn, well before you have to be awake, and goes about his routine silently. This routine includes showering, brushing his teeth, downing a cup of black coffee, and then heading to the clubhouse. You’ve known about this routine for a while, it’s hard not to when you also wake when he does, the sudden lack of warmth always rouses you.

So, you’ve started waking up even earlier to make him breakfast, even if it’s simply bacon and eggs, you’re determined to get some nutrition in his body before he leaves the house. You make sure to slide back into bed before Bishop rises, lest he find you in the kitchen at 4:30 in the morning. The first time he slipped out of bed and made his way into the kitchen, a note was stuck to the microwave, inside was a breakfast fit for a king.

Bishop hadn’t grumbled about it, even if he didn't agree with you changing your sleeping habits just to do this for him, he wasn’t going to complain, nor make you feel bad. Instead, each morning he’d leave you’d feel his lips pressed to your forehead followed by a thank you, querida.

Then, it was the random gift basket you’d had your friend deliver directly to the clubhouse last week. Now, you know Bishop well enough to know exactly what he likes and doesn’t, so the gift basket had included a new carton of cigarettes, a few kinds of jerky, and a small assortment of fruit. The fruit was more of a truce, he could indulge in his unhealthy habits as long as he ate something relating to nutrition.

Through your friend you found out that as she was leaving, Angel had thrown a jab at Bishop for popping a slice of melon into his mouth. What made you laugh the most was Bishop saying something along the lines of make one more joke about my girl taking care of me and I'll take your kutte.

This last Monday you’d snuck a polaroid in his wallet, a risqué photo of you in nothing but his flannel and a pair of panties posing on the bed, laid out like a queen. Bishop had shown his appreciation for that picture as soon as he’d come home, skipping dinner altogether so he could spend the next two hours feasting between your thighs.

You weren’t being sneaky, you know that. You also know that Bishop is aware of your thought processes behind each gift you give him, yet he chooses not to say anything. Probably because he enjoys indulging in your antics, but that doesn’t matter right now. What does matter is the pie you’ve just put in the oven and the steak cooling on the counter from having just come off the grill.

What matters is that, while he greatly appreciates your actions, Bishop’s been in a funk for the last two weeks, rarely allowing himself the time to be vulnerable in front of you. Therefore, you’ve taken it upon yourself to ease his stress, take his mind off whatever it is that’s bothering him, if even for a night.

The sudden roar of a motorcycle engine snaps you out of your thoughts, has you rushing around the kitchen to prepare the food on plates and grab beers. By the time you’ve set the table, the front door opens and Bishop enters.

He’s quiet as he pads down the hall into the kitchen, probably from taking off his shoes at the door. Behind you, you hear him whistle, a smile appearing on your face as you turn to face him.

“And what did I do to deserve this?” Bishop asks, licking his bottom lip before walking towards you further. Clearly entranced by one of his shirts hanging off your figure.

Shrugging, you smile wider, meeting him halfway and embracing each other tightly. With your head resting on Bishop’s chest, you sigh happily, any worries melting away.

“You’ve been in a funk lately,” You state, squeezing his middle tighter. “You don’t have to tell me why, but I figured that I could at least pamper you a little, maybe take your mind off of it.” Delicately placing a kiss to his kutte, you pull away, hands wandering around his middle and snaking up to cup Bishop’s cheeks.

“You deserve to be pampered and loved on the same way you do with me.” With that, you guide his head down as you push up on your toes to meet him in a kiss.

Softly and slowly, your lips glide across his, pecking him once, then twice before he’s gripping your waist tighter and pulling you further into him. With this angle, Bishop is able to plant a down-right filthy kiss to your lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth to caress your own. A deep grunt exits Bishop’s mouth when you roll your hips against his, his grip tightening on them.

You have enough sense of mind to pull away before things go further, and you don’t miss the way Bishop damn near pouts.

“Later, I promise,” You whisper, a sly grin morphing onto your face. “I’m not going to ruin your surprise so early.” And with that, you detach yourself from Bishop so you can push him in the direction of the dining room.

This time he does pout, but nods and walks into the dining area while you check on the pie. After deciding that it’s good to stay in for another twenty minutes, you walk into the dining room as well.

Dinner passes quickly, clearly Bishop is trying to get to his surprise as soon as possible, you can tell by the way his hand keeps landing on your thigh. Each time, you laugh and push it off, admonishing him for getting distracted, and reminding him that you are in charge tonight.

Once you’ve both eaten, you shoo Bishop towards your bedroom so you can clean up and finish with dessert, though you have an inkling you won’t actually be eating it tonight.

“Amor!” Bishop calls, bordering on whining.

This causes you to chuckle, while your man is big and scary, there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that he’s soft for you. His bravado fades the second he has you in his arms, his need to love and protect you outweighs anything else. This kind of love, his absolute devotion to you, is what solidified in your mind that you need to treat him as well. It’s only fair, after all.

Finally you make your way into the bedroom, Bishop is sprawled across the bed, arms crossed behind his head and legs spread wide. Again, you chuckle. He’s in a clingy mood, you can tell. Long ago Bishop gave up pretending he didn’t enjoy these nights. While they don’t happen regularly - neither of your schedules allow for that - once he’s accepted this night is about him he indulges in it fully.

You stop yourself at the entryway to your bedroom, leaning your head against the doorframe. The sight before has your breath catching in your throat, no matter how long you’ve been together, Bishop’s beauty never ceases to amaze you. He’s taken off his socks and Kutte, now lying on the bed in just his jeans and a black shirt that may or may not be a size too small for him. You don’t mind it though, his muscles bulging out of the fabric almost makes you want to skip straight to the main event.

“I almost thought you’d leave me hanging,” Bishop says, voice smooth and soft, unlike his usually demanding tone he saves for his brothers. “Y’know, it’s not nice to leave your man waiting.”

“Well I’m sorry, cariño. I didn’t know you needed to be babysat.” Giggling, you saunter over to him, stopping at the edge of the bed and in between Bishop’s legs. Teasingly poking at his jean covered thigh you say, “Besides, I had to get things ready for you.”

At this, Bishop perks up, shifting so he’s sitting up, eye level with your chest. His hands find their way to your hips, not quite squeezing, just holding.

“Ready for what?” His smirk and the quirk of his eyebrow has you immediately pushing him to lie back against the bed again.

“Don’t start, Obispo,” A warning glare is sent his way, and you see his chest rise and fall with the sigh that falls from his lips. “You’re going to lay there and not make any suggestive comments, you’re not going to move, until I say you can.”

Bishop hums, the smirk still present, “Yes ma’am.”

And oh do you like the sound of that, Bishop succumbing to your will and letting you do to him as you please. But you’ll dwell on that later, right now you’re focused on getting him relaxed and happy.

Bishop doesn’t say anything when you kneel, though you know he wants to. Nor does he say anything when you run your hands up his calves, to his thighs, and then to his crotch. Peering up through your lashes, you see a sparkle in Bishop’s eyes, already glossing over from the spell you’re putting him under.

“I love you, you know that?” You’re slow to unbuckle his belt, savoring the power he’s handed over.

“I love your thighs,” You pop the button on his jeans, pulling the zipper down ever so slowly. “They’re so strong, I love sitting on them. At the clubhouse, in our living room, I don’t care where, because in your lap is where I belong.”

Bishop lifts his hips so you can drag his pants down, making sure to keep his boxers in place despite his ever present need for you to wrap your fingers around his cock. Once they’re pulled down to his ankles, you maneuver his legs so you can discard the material, throwing it into the corner of the room. You look up to see his hands clenching, grasping the bedsheets in an attempt to not touch you like you’d requested.

Your hands caress his thighs, down to his calves, and back up again, making sure to press feather-light kisses wherever you want. After the fourth kiss, this time on his inner thigh, you push yourself forward and straddle him, making sure to not brush his half-hard erection.

“I love your stomach,” Your hands tug at Bishop’s shirt, sliding it up so you can caress his stomach and waist. “I love when you let me lay my head here, my arms wrapped around you while you hold me too.” Delicately, you rake your nails down to his pubic bone, the hitch in his breath and the shiver running down his spine does not go unnoticed.

Smiling to yourself, you bend down to place more kisses, starting at his belly button and working upwards to where the edge of his shirt rests just below his pecs. The shirt gets moved higher up, but not yet discarded altogether.

“And this chest,” You sigh dreamily, quickly leaning up to nip at one of his pecs, right above his nipple. Again, he shivers, his hands unclenching and falling limp at his side. “This is my favorite pillow, resting my head and listening to your heart beating calms me like no other.”

Another kiss is placed to his other pec, and on a whim you decide to actually bite down, sucking softly until you’re sure a mark has been left. Another sigh tumbles from his lips, and if you listen hard enough you’d hear the tiniest of whines.

Finally, finally, you maneuver his limbs to take his shirt off, gently letting his arms settle against the bed. You run your arms over his chest and collarbone, down to his biceps so you can massage them. This time, you sigh, love consuming your entire body as you shift to settle directly over his crotch, applying light pressure to his partially hard cock.

It’s almost overwhelming how much you need to show your love for this man, your man.

“And these arms, strong as ever. Able to carry 100 lbs, and hold me close.” Continuing your massage, your hands travel down his forearms, rubbing your thumbs in circular motions. “They make me feel safe, they protect me. When I’m in your arms, no matter where we are, I’m home.” You lift his arms one at a time to place soft kisses to his wrists.

“You are my home. From now until my last day.”

Tears pool in Bishop’s eyes, threatening to spill due to the love surrounding you both like a blanket. You smile wider, moving his hands to your mouth so you can place kisses on his knuckles, kisses onto each of his fingertips, and kisses to his palms.

“Your hands though, they’re something else entirely. Rough and calloused from years of hard work, yet soft and tender when they caress me.” To prove your point, you rest his hands on your hips, the soft grip he holds is merely to let you know that he’s here, forever.

“They give me pleasure like no other man has, no other man could ever. They worship me, grasp me, make me succumb to the pleasure only you can provide.” At this point, tears threaten to spill from your eyes as well. The greatest gift of your life is and always will be Bishop.

But you don’t cry just yet, you’re intent on crying only when he’s finally nestled deep inside of you. Instead, you push yourself forward to graze his lips with your own, pulling back just enough to gaze into your lover's eyes, now closed.

Your hands move to cradle his face, a cheek in each hand so you can lean down and place a kiss to each eyelid.

“And your eyes, so full of love and light, so warm and deep. Two years in and you still look at me with the same love and awe as you did when we first met.” You have to close your eyes now, too overwhelmed with emotion to control the stray tears slipping down your cheeks. You rest your forehead against Bishop’s, simply breathing each other in.

“I’m in love with you, all of you, with my entire being.” Unprompted but not unwelcome, Bishop tilts his head so he can graze your lips again. This time, you indulge him, pecking his lips once, then twice, before pressing a longer, more passionate kiss.

Your lips glide together, moving in harmony. Tongues poking out to tease the other, but not quite delving into the comfortable warmth your mouths provide.

“I love you,” Bishop croaks when you pull back, his entire body slumped into the mattress, at total peace. His eyes open, and you’re surprised by the look in them. Tears drip down the side of his face and there’s a far away look in his warm eyes. It’s like he’s not all the way here, but not the bad kind. Like he’s so relaxed, so at ease, that he’s floating on clouds.

“I love you too, amor,” Is whispered against his lips.

Far too soon for your liking, you lean back and crawl backwards so you’re back on your knees on the floor in between Bishop’s spread legs. He doesn’t seem to mind though, his eyelids drooping down to peer at you.

“And of course, with that, comes loving your cock,” He shudders as you finally peel his boxers off. You toss those aside and quickly take him in your hand, fingers wrapping around his girth before gently massaging it.

Before he can hiss in discomfort from the rough friction, you gather saliva in your mouth and let it fall from your lips, directly onto the tip. You hear Bishop grunt, and that spurs you to keep going. So, you move your hand upwards to massage the saliva around the tip of his cock, slowly working down until his entire length has enough slickness for you to really work your magic.

You’re slow, fingers massaging and gliding up and down, your wrist twisting every so often. The small sighs turn into quiet moans, which then turns into a louder moan as you kiss his tip.

“I’ll never get tired of feeling it deep inside me, holding it, tasting it. If I had it my way, I’d suck your cock for hours on end, let you cum in my mouth as many times as you want.”

This sparks an idea in your brain, and you’re quick to smile innocently up at him while you lick along his cock, following the prominent vein with your tongue. “Maybe we can do that one day, let me suck your cock for hours. I can edge you, perhaps, bring you to the brink of pleasure over and over again until you can’t help but spill your cum down my throat.”

“I’ll drink it all, savor it on my tongue for as long as I can.” Hot breath fans over his cock, causing him to shudder again while he lets out an even louder moan.

Delicately, you place another kiss to the tip of his cock, then press kisses all along his length, stopping every so often to suckle, sometimes even nipping at the sensitive appendage.

He’s rock hard by now, standing proud against his stomach, tip red and angry as pre-cum smears across his belly. Then, you quickly swipe your tongue down over his balls, sucking one into your mouth while cupping the other. You moan, and Bishop swears under his breath, the vibrations sending shockwaves down his spine. Moving to the other, suck it into your mouth as well, humming and suckling until you’re sure he might cum.

You don’t want him to cum just yet, you need to feel it buried deep in your pussy, need to feel him fill your cunt so much that it drips down your thighs. That thought is what motivates you to crawl up his body, covering Bishop’s body with yours. Your arms cage him in - not like he’d want to leave them anyway - and your hips settle down over full hard cock.

Only now is he able to feel that you’re not wearing panties, your bare crotch pressed into his. Slowly and teasingly you pull your shirt up your chest, untangling them from your arms so you can toss them aside, all the while looking down at Bishop. His eyes have opened fully now, mouth hanging open as he takes in the sight before him.

With your breasts now on display, your surprise is revealed, showing two-day fresh nipple piercings. It’s nothing fancy, just the simple silver bars they first pierce with. They’re also pretty tender and sore, and you know Bishop is going to have a hard time not playing with them immediately. But you can tell Bishop loves them nonetheless.

“No touching,” You admonish, seeing his hands reach forward to instead cup your breasts. Bishop massages them, careful not to disturb the piercings while also itching to touch at least part of you.

“Can’t help it, querida,” Bishop rasps, running his tongue along his bottom lip before biting into the soft flesh. “You’re just so damn beautiful.”

Feeling flushed, you rest your hands on top of his, guiding his movements while swiveling your hips. Bishop hisses, his eyes clenching shut as you swivel just right so his cock slides between your folds. The slick your pussy is leaking out coats him, the tip of his cock nudging your clit with every motion.

You both moan at this, the friction is delicious. Swiveling your hips more, faster, you have to abruptly stop yourself before you cum too early. Then, you’re lifting your hips and grasping his cock. Bishop’s hands continue their assault on your breasts leaning up to kiss and suck on them as he feels his cock finally slip into your folds.

While you wanted to tease him a little longer, the burning in your core pushes you to align him with your dripping pussy. As soon as the head of his cock breaches your hole, both of you let out sighs of relief. You’re slow to settle on him fully because, no matter how many times you have sex, you’ll never be used to how big he actually is.

“God I love you,” Bishop says, winded. His hands have made themselves comfortable on your hips, guiding you down until you’re seated on his crotch, pussy filled to the brim.

“I love you, Obispo,” You whisper back, leaning your head back and planting your hands on his chest so you can rock your hips in time with Bishop’s breathing.

Swiveling your hips faster, you lift up and sink down onto his cock again, rolling against him every time you’re fully connected. Your hands that are pressed against Bishop’s chest clench, fingernails digging into his flesh, causing him to hiss. It’s clearly not unpleasant, you know this as soon as his cock twitches deep inside you. Throwing your head further back and arching every so slightly so you can bounce with vigor.

“Bish - oh!” You’re crying out when Bishop cants his hips upwards, his grip on your hips tightening.

“Feels good, huh querida?” You don’t even have to open your eyes to know Bishop is smirking, the cockiness in his tone tells you everything you need to know.

“Yes, oh god yes,” Whimpering and forcing yourself to bounce faster, you can tell you’re almost ready to cum. But, deciding to tease both of you further, the next time you sink down you stay put, not even grinding against his crotch.

One of Bishop’s hands slides to your back and down to your ass, kneading and massaging the supple flesh while simultaneously trying to get you to pick up the pace. You don’t. Instead, you force yourself to stay put, sinking your claws deeper into Bishop’s chest as you look down at him with a smirk of your own.

“But what did I tell you earlier?” You ask, cocking your head to the side and rocking back and forth at a torturously slow pace. “I am in charge tonight. Which means you’re going to stay put and let me lead.��

Before Bishop gets a chance to reply, you lift up until just the tip of his cock is in you and shove yourself back down. The moans he lets out are downright filthy, pornographic almost. They’re nothing compared to yours though, because as soon as you lift up and sink back down, his cock hits the soft, spongy patch hidden in your walls.

It really is tortuous though, every so often you’re stopping to just rock against him, Bishop’s hand still planted firmly on your ass. Through the fog in your brain, you look down and register the glossy look that has once again filled Bishop’s eyes. Now, deciding to up the ante, one of your hands travels to his pectoral, rubbing your fingertips over and around his left nipple.

“Honey,” Bishop whispers, and you can tell his brain is fogging over. And then, he does the one thing you never thought he’d say. “Please, querida.”

A loud, choked off moan tumbles from your lips, hearing Bishop ask, beg, for more sends you even higher into your bliss. With renewed vigor, you decide to ease his pain, riding him in earnest. With each snap of your hips downward, he hits that same spot over and over again, your own eyes filling with tears as the fire in your core burns brighter.

“That’s it baby, god you’re so fucking beautiful,” Bishop says, eyes nearly rolling back into his head when you scratch lightly over his nipple.

“You gonna cum?” You tease, bringing his hand from your hip to your front, guiding it down until his thumb brushes over your clit.

“Gonna fill me up? Pump me so full of your cum that it leaks out? I want it so bad, baby, need it.” You’re vaguely aware of the words spilling from your mouth, definitely not aware of the tears streaming down your cheeks as you feel the coil in your belly tighten.

“Make me cum, Bishop. Make me cum and I’ll let you fill me up as much as you need.” He clearly doesn’t need any further prompting, because his thumb starts rubbing furiously against your clit. Shockwaves shoot down your spine, snapping your hips down at an almost inhuman speed.

And with a perfectly timed thrust, your vision whites out, everything going blurry as you cum. And it’s not even that, you’re more so squirting, your juices coating his lap and the bedsheets underneath. You let Bishop help guide your hips, unsteadily rocking and jumping against him.

“Now, Bishop,” You pinch his nipple, one hand slithering up his chest to wrap around his throat, not quite squeezing. “Cum in me. Now.”

And he does, he cums with the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard him emit. You can feel him shooting his sperm into your womb, his cock nudging against your cervix.

It takes maybe a full minute before Bishop stops cumming, clearly so pent up with emotions and lust that he can’t seem to stop himself. Not that you mind, of course, seeing Bishop lose himself so completely brings you greater pleasure than your own orgasm. It takes another three minutes before he lets you go, gingerly lifting off of his cock to slump onto the bed next to him.

Bishop is breathing erratically, his soft cock still twitching due to the aftershocks of his orgasm. But finally, once he’s calm enough to speak, his voice is soft and slow.

“I don’t know what the fuck that was,” He rasps out. “But that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

You chuckle, too spent to do anything else but admire your man as his head lolls to the side to stare into your eyes.

“So, you wanna try that again?” You tease, your hand reaching for his to squeeze it comfortingly.

“Fuck yes.”

You’ll worry about cleaning up later, for now you’re content to lay next to Bishop, gazing into each other’s eyes until you drift into a deep slumber.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years ago

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On Yearning

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Mayans MC Masterlist

Part four of a A Gentle Kind of Love

Contains: Fluff, mutual pining, angst (violence, endless longing, a cliffhanger, possible major character death) slow burn.

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Yearning - A deep longing, especially when accompanied by tenderness or sadness. Alternately an instance of such longing.

Temple was full when Marcus started talking, "I just spoke to Jax, they're going to deal with it on their end. What do we know about these Hidden Order fucks?"

Coco sighed, "not much, other than a single tattoo, they don't validate and they don't make noise, they've been linked to multiple crimes but their made cash source is meth and counterfeiting."

"That's it?" Bishop didn't sound happy.

Coco nodded, "Juice is going to tell us the second he knows something new, until then we need to be on the lookout."

Manny rubbed his face, his tone angry, "and y/n, how long is she going to be at risk."

Bishop waved his hand, "we're not going to let anything happen to her and it's not like you two hate each other, you'll be fine at her place for a few days."

"And if it lasts longer than that?" Part of Manny was hoping it would.

Angel huffed, "like that matters."

Bishop slammed his hand on the desk, "enough, y/n will be fine, we need to find these Nazi fucks before someone gets hurt."

They made you wait at the bar until they were done, it took a while but they all filed out of the Temple and Manny shot you a smile as he walked up to you, "I need to go by my place and pack a bag, then I'll be all yours."

You smiled, "I'll put some fresh sheets on my bed."

His eyes went wide, "I thought you had a pull out?"

You nodded, "I do, you can have the bed and I'll take the couch."

He went to respond but you cut him off, "please, don't fight me on this. You're already putting yourself out by staying with me for God knows how long, the least you can do is take the bed."

He sighed, "fine but I'm cooking half the food."

"Alright, I'll take that."

He smiled, "great, I'll get Coco to take you home, I'll rush so we can get some sleep tonight."

You sighed, "you don't need to do that. Tomorrow is the weekend, it's not like I need to be well rested for work."

He shook his head, "nope, I can't have you all sleepy, we're going to hang out all day and have so much fun."

You giggled, "oh I'm sure. My cats are never going to leave you alone, have fun showering with three cats staring at you."

He chuckled, "I thought Mr Butts was the only perv."

You smiled, "all cats are pervs, Mr Butts just takes it to the next level."

He returned your smile and reached his hand out, landing it on your upper arm, "I'm not going to let anything happen to you and if we have fun in the meantime well that's a bonus."

He headed off and you waited for Coco but to your annoyance, Angel was the one that wandered over to you with a smile, "ready to head home?"

You sighed, "if you say one word about me and Manny I swear to God I will…"

He raised his hand, "I ain't going to give you shit."

You could tell by his grin he was lying.

Angel rode beside you while you drove home, pulling up next to you on your driveway as you walked inside, "what?"

He smiled, "nothing, I bet you're happy to have Manny all to yourself this weekend?"

You sighed, "say what you want to say Angel."

"I know you love him."

You rolled your eyes, "what makes you say that?"

He smirked, "because of the way you smile at him, I mean, it's cute."

You shook your head, "you are delusional and I suggest you get help. Now I need to set up the sofa bed, you can help or you can wait outside for Manny to arrive."

Angel gave you a look, "am I, or are you just scared that you're going to get hurt. Because I can tell you that you might be surprised."

You huffed, "what does it matter Angel? Yes, I love him, can you fucking drop it now?"

Angel smiled, "alright, I'll drop it. Are you going to let Manny sleep out in your lounge room all on his lonesome?"

You shook your head, "no, I'm a good host. He's going to take my bed and I'm taking the sofa."

You walked off to get the sheets, returning and directing Angel to help you, "that's so nice of you, letting him sleep in your bed."

You glared at him, "I need to get him fresh sheets in there next, now help me or fuck off."

Angel helped, smiling all the while. He glanced around your bedroom and you could see the wheels in his head turning, "what now man?"

He shrugged, "nothing, I just think Manny will get lonely here without you, your bed is pretty big."

You huffed, "he'll have the cats to keep him company." Mercifully, the doorbell rang before Angel could reply, the camera showing Manny had arrived, "oh thank God, you can go now Angel."

Angel shook his head, "call me if you need anything." You opened the door and Manny walked in, Angel looking back one last time before walking away, "use protection kids."

Your eyes went wide and Manny shook his head, "don't encourage him y/n."

You smiled as Angel's bike pulled away, "at least he's not coming back to watch us through the window like a perv."

Mr Butts jumped into Manny's arms, Manny smiling as the cat rubbed up against his face, "I'll show you to the bedroom, I've set it all up for you, there's water and extra pillows so you can chose, I even left out the humidifier in case you don't like dry air, no oils though, they aren't safe for kitties."

Manny smiled, "wow, gold star service. You sure you're alright with sleeping on the pull out?"

"Yep, I'm armed and the alarm is set. I'm going to have a shower in the spare bathroom then head to bed. Wake me up of you need anything."

Manny nodded with yawn, "yeah, it's late. Goodnight y/n."

"Goodnight Emmanuel."

You were already getting breakfast together when Many came into the kitchen, his lean, muscled chest bare and all his tattoos on full display. "Morning, did you sleep well?"

He nodded, "yeah, your bed is really nice."

You smiled, "well you have it for the next however long until this is over. Do you have to go the the Clubhouse today?"

He shook his head, "nope, I spoke to Bishop, we have the whole weekend to ourselves."

You smiled, "I'm not that much fun, you should go out an enjoy yourself."

Manny's eyes wrinkled, "what do you mean you're not that much fun? We have fun together."

You shook your head, "yeah, when we're out and I'm trying, I'm a different person when I'm at home, I'm either going to be in the garden, hanging out with my cats or doing something online."

Manny shook his head, "that sounds fun to me, there's plenty we can do. You've got an Xbox and a TV, we can play some video games. Coco told me you love horror movies, I do too. We can go for a walk or a drive. Really, I like your company."

You smiled, "I don't have many co-op games but I'm sure we can work something out. You really mean that you're alright with just vegging around the house? "He nodded, "alright then, I have to water my plants while breakfast cooks, would you like to help?"

Manny smiled, "hell yeah, can the kitties come?" You shook your head, "they can watch from the sunroom, I'm beginning to think you like my cats more than you like me."

Manny chuckled, "honestly, it's an even split."

"We need to go to the store."

Manny nodded, "alright, what do you need?"

You looked in the fridge, "just food, you got anything in mind?"

Manny smiled, "that salt chicken you keep talking about."

You sighed, "I knew you'd say that. I'll drive."

Manny made a face, "what, you got a problem being in the passenger seat. Do you have control issues Emmanuel?"

Manny had the urge to call you a brat, his brain wandering to other places, "nope, I'm basically your bodyguard, the bodyguard always drives.

You huffed, "well not this time." You got ready and grabbed your keys, waiting for Manny to follow while Lady Midnight sat at the table at the door.

You bent down and pressed a kiss between her fluffy ears, Manny shaking his head, "what a princess."

You laughed, "if you say so."

You waited until he walked by her, her little paw coming out to grab his shirt, "meow."

You smiled, "pay the toll or she won't let you leave."

Manny shook his head, "really?"

You nodded, "yep, you got to kiss her little head or she will climb on your until you do."

Manny pecked her forehead then looked at you, "good enough?"

You nodded, "for now."

Manny got into the passenger seat and looked at you, "I have no room for my legs, and it's broken, I can't move it back."

You sighed, "I can see that, you can drive but no bragging." You tossed him your keys, getting out to swap seats then Manny was turning the car on and heading towards the town centre.

"You really don't need to follow me everywhere, I can look after myself."

Manny huffed, "I'm not talking about this with you anymore. You put yourself at risk for the Club, I got to pay that back and keep you safe."

You shook your head, "your life isn't worth any less than mine, it's insane that you have to put yourself on the line when I can look after myself."

He pulled the car over and turned towards you, "stop, I don't want to hear it anymore. If I didn't want to look after you, I wouldn't be here and I would have said no to Bishop if I didn't like spending time with you. I'm not a child, if I don't want to do something, I'm not going to do it, there were plenty of guys there so it's not like I have to be here."

You shook your head, "Angel.."

He cut you off, "I don't give a shit what Angel did. Now stop it, we're going to have issues if you don't."

"I'm sorry, I'm not really used to having people around for days at a time."

Manny smiled sadly, "no need to apologise Tesoro, I keep saying I like your company so I'm just going to have to hang around until you figure it out, you're a smart woman, I'm sure you'll get there before you get sick of me."

"I don't think I could get sick of you."

Manny smiled, "oh shut up Emmanuel."

He shook his head, "now you're getting it." He started the car up again and you had a sudden flash of thoughts, you knew why you weren't going to get sick of him, did he feel the same way?

"Why are you putting it on now? It's only three."

You smiled, "one, I can't take you seriously while you're squishing a cat belly and two, it takes three hours to cook then it has to rest, I don't know about you but I want to eat at a reasonable time."

Manny chuckled and turned to Sir Fluffernutter, "did you hear that little guy, she can't take you seriously."

"Stop groping my cat and come and help me, we need to coat the chicken in the salt mixture."

Manny squished his fluffy belly one last time before placing him on the floor and washing his hands, "ok, what can I do?"

You pointed to the bowl, "use those big hands of yours and coat the chicken in the crust, while you were playing with the cats I was already seasoning the chicken with lemon and garlic."

"Alright, you gonna help me."

You sighed, "this is fast becoming a bad porno, what's next, our hands touch over the chicken breast then we fuck on the bench?"

Manny pressed his lips together, "something tells me you'd have an issue with the food safety of that situation."

You giggled, "yeah, the kitchen is for cooking, not bonking."

Manny laughed, "bonking? So inappropriate."

You snorted, "oh please, just help with dinner."

Manny smiled, "of course gorgeous, I can't have you going hungry."

You stood there, curst pilled in your hand and shook your head, "you're not being very helpful right now."

Manny bumped you with his hip and showed you his mess covered hands, "I am helping."

You bumped him back, "tell that to the half coated chicken."

He slapped the mixture on the bird, "not anymore."

You pointed to the pile, "that's not covered."

There was a pause and you both collapsed into laughter, "we really need to get this in the oven."

Manny smiled, his face wrinkling with affection, "ok, I'll help."

With the chicken in the oven, you and Manny sat down for some video games while you waited for it to cook, "ok, so I have Stardew Valley and Subnautica with a co-op mod, Terraria and Mario."

Manny smiled, "Stardew Valley all the way."

You were surprised, "wow, I never took you for someone who would be interested in something like that."

Manny gave you a look that you couldn't decipher, "it's nice to have some silliness."

"You ready?" You handed Manny the hammer who looked at the brown shell with glee.

"How hard do I need to hit it?"

You smiled, "it takes me three or four goes with full strength but be careful, if you puncture the skin you'll ruin it."

Manny nodded, "ok, ready?" You nodded, bracing for the bang.

"AH." The shell cracked, "holy shit, that was good, maybe one more in the corner." Manny brought the hammer down and the shell cracked open, a wonderful smell filling the air.

Manny dropped the hammer, smiling while making eye contact and dipped his fingers in the juices, "oh my God that's better than sex."

You cover your face, feeling your body get hot, "what kind of shit sex are you having?"

Manny shook his head, "hey, I'm great in bed, it's just that good."

You sighed, "wait until you taste the actual chicken."

Manny went to grab a knife, "let it rest you heathen, you're worse than the cats."

Right on cue, the meowing started, "speaking of, they need their dinner."

You went to the containers on the bench and dumped them into their bowls, "that's for the cats, I thought it was for us?"

You shook your head, "you want raw fish and beef in a little bowl?"

He shook his head, "I mean, I thought you were going to cook it for us."

You smiled, "no, I take it out of the fridge so it's room temp, it's meant to be as close to their natural diet and I don't think fresh prey is fridge cold."

He laughed as their meows got louder, Mr Butts trying to climb up your pants so he could get to the food. "Excuse me kitty, this is unacceptable."

Manny's laugh grew, "you want help?"

You nodded and pointed to the bowls, "can you please potion out the food, one container per bowl, please. Put one on the bench for Lady Midnight, one under my dining chair for Sir Fluff and one next to the oven is for Mr Butts." Manny rushed off and Mr Butterscotch detached from you to follow him.

"Why do you put them in different places?" The cats started to eat the moment the food was put down.

"So they don't steal each other's food, Lady Midnight is very sweet and she won't fight back so she gets it up high where no one else can get to her. Tomorrow I'm going to show you to teach them how to sit, which they normally do before they eat."

Manny smiled, "you taught them how to sit before you feed them?"

"Yep, they tend to eat slower when they do. Now would you like to start on our dinner?"

"Fuck yeah."

"You ate half a chicken Emmanuel, you're going to get a tummy ache." He wiped his face, seemly ready to fall asleep.

"It was a small chicken and I've never eaten something more delicious." You shook your head and took his plate from him and went to wash it up at the sink.

"I gotta cook tomorrow to thank you, what do you want?"

You thought for a moment, "surprise me." He shook his head with a smile.

"How am I going to do that when I have to go with you everywhere? You'll guess before I even start." It was said with affection, like he was upset that he couldn't surprise you.

"I have free grocery delivery, just use that." He smiled and stood up, walking over to the kitchen to help you clean up.

"Alright, what are you in the mood for then? You have to give me some idea."

You looked him dead in the eye, doing your best not to laugh, "surprise me."

He crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows, "you are such a brat."

"You know it Emmanuel."

"Ok, so you bought pork, Chinese cabbage, prawns, and green onions and from the supply here you have flour, ginger and garlic, soy sauce and sesame oil. Are you making me pot stickers with homemade wrappers?"

"I shouldn't have let you in the kitchen, you've spoilt the surprise. Also prawns, are you secretly an Australian?

You giggled, "nah, I would have known when I smelt them cooking, they are some of my favourites you know. And no, I'm not secretly an Australian, these have claws and therefore are prawns. Shrimp don't have claws."

"I can't belive you know that, you're a little weird." You smiled and bumped him with your shoulder.

"I'd rather be weird than boring." He gasped in fake offence.

"Are you calling me boring?"

"Hell no, you and a whole bunch of other men ride around on motorbikes wearing matching vests, that's kinda interesting."

He shoved you playfully, his face breaking out into a grin, "for that you're helping me wrap the things."

You sighed, "you are so mean to me, do you know how much time that takes?"

"Yeah, that's why I'm getting you to help me."

The days droned on, Manny seemed most worried when you were at work, sitting outside in a car with one of the others, watching the street like a hawk waiting for the bad guys to show up and storm your office.

"These guys aren't going to hit here, their whole MO is flying under the radar. Hitting a therapist that works will hurt little kids is the opposite." Manny didn't seem to even hear Coco.

"I don't care, I would never forgive myself if something happened to her." his leg bounced as he waited for you to finish your day, smiling as you came out and walked over to them.

"I'm done, and I'm heading home, you really don't need to follow me." Manny gave you a look and you sighed, "just get into the car with me dude and let Coco go home."

He shook his head, "we'll follow you, three heads are better than two." You sighed and walked off, getting into your car in a huff before yelling out your window.

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me, you're all being worry warts." The last thing you saw before you sped off was Coco's middle finger at the window.

You were both lying on the pullout, blankets covering your legs with Manny's arm slung over the back on the couch. "What's on the billing tonight?"

"I think we should watch The Conjuring series, I wanna see how long you can last."

He chuckled, "me? I don't scare that easily but I'll protect you from the scary demons."

You snorted, "what are you going got do, wave your arms at them until they run away?"

He gasped in fake offence, "you're asking for trouble now."

You shook your head, "maybe, as I said, I don't find you all that intimidating."

He tilted his head, "you don't do you?"

"Nope, now I'm going to play the movie, unless you want to hide under the covers with the cats?"

Manny lifted Lady Midnight from between you and onto his lap, "nah, I think Mr Butts is all licked out."

You giggled, "don't jinx yourself, he'll be in your face before you can take it back." You clicked on the movie, then stood up, "I'm going to go get us some popcorn, I'll be back in a bit."

He listened as you got out the pot and put the kernels on the stove, "you want me to pause this?"

"Nah, I've seen it before, I'll be back in before it gets good." Sure enough, you return before anything serious happened and handed the bowl to Manny, "this kittens can't have any, butter isn't good for them.

"More for me then." He took a handful and ate them in one go.

"Dude slow down."

He shrugged, "what, this is the best popcorn I"ve ever had."

You shook your head, "it's made with the same flavour they use at the movies, it's not the best for you but it's the only way to get that taste."

"Good to know, are you sure the cats can't have any because Sir Fluff is drooling on my leg." You lifted the blankets and looked at the cat.

"That's because he's asleep, sorry about that."

Manny shook his head, "nah it's alright, he's just happy."

"You say that now but he's not going to move until you make him and your leg is going to fall asleep."

"It's no big deal, I like the little guy. Now can we watch the movie? I wanna see what happens."

"Yeah, we can watch the movie."

As the night went on you and Manny got closer, by the time the second movie wound down, you pressed against him while his hand rubbed up and down your upper arm warmly.

You blinked and rubbed your eyes, "I'm going to brush my teeth, I'll be back." It was almost like he didn't want to let you go.

"We can call it a night if you want?"

You shook your head, "nah, just pause this, I don't want to miss anything, then we can put on the third one, it's not that late." He clicked the movie into pause and you got up, returning a few minutes later before resuming your previous position, Manny not think twice about putting his hand back on your arm.

"We should go somewhere tomorrow."

You smiled, "why, are you getting board of me?"

He shook his head, "no, I just don't want you to feel trapped in the house because I'm here, Coco told me you usually go to the gardens on the weekend and you missed out last week."

You smiled, "I'd like that, I've been enough that I get can get us both a free lunch."

That seemed to make him happy, "I can't wait, what there's anyway?"

You sighed, "it's a mix, the stuff outside is all from around here but it's the flowering season which means it's all really pretty and they have a heap of rare stuff inside. I think you'll like it. The best thing is there's no one there right now because they haven't gotten anything new in a while."

"Sounds fun, I just realised that even though I've been here for almost a year I haven't really seen the sights."

You reached across him and stroked one of the cats on the head, "well, I think I"m going to have plenty of time to show you. It has been a week, if nothing's happened by now, it's not going to happen but we both know the Club won't let you leave me alone until it's sorted."

"I'm alright with that. Plus I've gotten used to the company."

You smiled, "yeah, it's nice to have someone over for more than just a meal." You yawned and shifted and Manny lifted his hand from you but you raised your hand in protest.

"I can head to bed if you want?"

You shook your head, "you don't need to go unless you want to, I'm not going to fall asleep no matter how comfortable you are."

He chuckled "alright then." He smiled softly to himself and you pulled the blanket up to your chest. Before too long, he noticed you weren't paying much attention to the TV, your eyes staying closed longer each time you blinked. Manny thought about getting up and heading to his own bed but that would mean moving and he didn't have the heart to wake you up and if he was being honest with himself, he didn't want to move either.

By the time his own eyes started to get heavy, getting up and sleeping in his own bed was the last thing on his mind.

Manny felt a weight on his chest when he woke up that didn't really feel like the cats. When he lifted his hand off his stomach and reached out, his fingers met your skin and his eyes shot open, he had fallen asleep on the pullout with you next to you.

One of the first things he noticed was how much his back hurt and he felt a pang of guilt that you had been sleeping here for a week just for his comfort but before he could think more you lifted your hand and rubbed your face with a groan.

"Morning."

He smiled, "morning y/n."

You blinked the sleep out of your eyes and sat up "morning, sorry if I trapped you here last night."

He shook his head, "nah, I didn't want to wake the cats up so I slept here, this thing is very uncomfortable."

You swung your legs over the bed and stood up, stretching with a grumble, "it's not that bad."

He huffed, "yes it is, and I'm pretty pissed that you're sleeping on it when this is your house and I'm imposing on you."

You shook your head, "it's fine really. What do you want for breakfast?"

He pushed the cat off his chest and got up, "you're not going to do anything, I'm making us waffles."

You realised there was no point in protesting so you got up to start the day while Manny headed to the kitchen. It didn't take you long to get dressed, coming out the Manny mixing the batter with one hand while the cats demanded he pat them with the other.

"I need to feed them, are you right to keep cooking?"

He nodded, "yeah, when I said I was going to make us breakfast, I meant it. Plus if you don't feed them I think they are going to eat us."

You fed the cats while Manny finished the waffle, a big smile on his face as he put the plate down in front of you, "I put some chocolate sauce in the middle of yours."

"Thank you Manny, did you put anything in yours?"

He nodded, "yep, you had that fancy jam and I thought it would be nice."

"The tomato and onion one? How about we got halves because that sounds good too?"

He smiled and cut his in half before taking the plate from you and doing the same to yours, "I was hoping you'd ask me for that."

You shook your head, "you could have just made a few mini one, I wouldn't have judged you."

He huffed, "why would I do that when I know you were going to share with me."

"Well Manny, you better eat up because we are going to have a blast today and you're going to want to have a full belly.

"This is a Palo verde tree which is a fascinating tree because it photosynthesis through its bark as well as its leaves and because of its branch layout, it's great if you need shade in a pinch."

Manny smiled, "that's so cool, what about this one?" He pointed to one with tall with flowers and flat spikey leaves.

"That's a Yucca, their whole lives rely on the Yucca moth, the moths pollinate the flower and the moth's egg incubates in the blossoms. without one the other would go extinct."

"That's so fucking cool. I want to go inside, you have so much more to show me." You walked inside, your hand brushing Manny's as you walked. As much as you wanted to link your hand in his but there was something telling you that it wouldn't go over well. Manny walked right to the first plant he saw, "it says there are only forty of these in the wild."

You nodded, "yep, the Parsley Fern, they have to fly in the soil for the volcano where they grow."

He leaned in and had a good look before something caught his eye on the other side of the room, before he could think he grabbed your wrist to take you there and you followed him as his feet traced towards it.

"This looks like a fuzzy animal." You didn't let go of his hand as you pointed to the sign.

"It's called a Vegetable Sheep, also very rare. Can I have my hand back please?" His eyes went wide and he dropped your wrist.

"Sorry."

You shook your head, "it's alright. Honestly it's kind of cute, you were excited."

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the edges, "you're really cool you know that?"

You held back on hiding your face from embarrassment, "you're pretty cool too. I mean, most people would think this kind of thing is super boring."

He shook his head, "nope, not me."

You walked around the building until you saw everything there was to see, Manny taking photos when he saw something he really liked. You rushed through lunch so you could get the most out of your day, finishing just as the sun set.

You walked outside and were hit with the cool air, taking a deep breath as you made your way back to the car. "Did you have fun today?"

He nodded, "hell yeah, I'm wondering what we're going to do tomorrow?"

You thought for a minute, "we could go see these flowers out in the wild?"

His smile grew, "that would be great, can we go camping too?"

You shook your head, "over my dead body, we can look at the stars and come home a bit late if that's what you want but there's no way I'm sleep in a tent."

He chuckled, "done, a hike and then stargazing. Someone should have threatened your life months ago, I've had more fun in the last week than I have in months."

"You really mean that, I mean, even when we haven't been doing anything much?"

"Yep." Something had the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, you were about two minutes from the car and you suddenly felt the need to get moving.

Manny seemed to noticed that something was wrong, "I think we're being followed."

"Me too, we need to get back to the car now." You pulled your phone out, switched the find my phone on and texted Coco, "I'm going to call you, we're being followed, don't talk, just stay on the line." You waited a few moments, dialled, breathing out as he picked up then slid the phone into your pocket.

Looking behind you only served to prove your theory, there was a black van behind you, following you up the road. Your hand moved to your hip, hovering over your gun while Manny's hand wrapped around your upper arm, "we need to go now." In a flash Manny was pulling you along, his long legs causing you to run as he tried to close the distance to your car.

The gunshot had you jumping and it was clear that there was no way you were going to make it to your car. Manny pulled you down the street as the van stopped and they got out.

"There." You pointed to an alleyway where you could hide and Manny's leg went without question. You got there and you both ducked behind a dumpster.

You took a few seconds to catch your breath, "I say we take that street there and go around the block, I think there were only three of them, if we play our cards right, they should miss us." You pulled your gun out and waited, looking to Manny for his ok.

He nodded towards you and you took a deep breath, the opening to the street was only a few feet away, it would take less than a minute to get there. Manny nodded at you and you shot up but it was too late and you heard a click behind you, "hello little bird, we found you."

Your hand tighten around your gun, you only hoped the others were on their way. "Don't you dare, take his too." You dropped the gun and reach over to Manny, taking his from his hand.

"Get up." The gun in your face made it clear that you didn't have a choice. The other two got Manny under control while you stared down the man with the gun.

You stood up slowly, Manny following suit, "you're gonna die right here on the street. Maybe your friends will find you before the stray dogs get to you."

You could see the rage on Manny's face, but you shook your head ever so slightly when you saw he was going to do something, "what will it take for you to let us live? I know all about the Club, I'll tell you everything if you let us go."

The man smiled, "I'll get you live, not him."

Manny looked at you, you were planning something and he could tell.

"Alright, what do you want to know?"

He smiled, "when's is the Clubhouse most vulnerable?"

You blinked, "Saturday mornings, everyone's drunk and fucked out, no one is paying attention."

Manny tried to stop himself from smiling, you were lying. Sure there were people hungover everywhere but a full Clubhouse was anything but vulnerable, "where do they keep the guns?"

You paused for effect, "in one of the back rooms, if you use the back entrance they'll never get to them especially if they're the temple where there are no guns at all."

You did your best not to flinch as one of them stuck Manny, "how many men stand guard?"

You swallowed, "only one, by the door, most of the front gate is left unprotected and the roof isn't high enough for people to be able to see over it."

The leader smiled, "well, I'm a man of my word. You can go now."

You shook your head, "please, let us both go. He never did anything to you, please."

Manny was taken aback at the desperation in your voice. He looked over at you one last time and realised that you were slowly lowering one finger at a time on your right hand. One of the men standing behind Manny brought the butt of the gun down on his back, "any last words shithead?"

Manny swallowed, "yeah." He turned to you fully, his eyes watching as you dropped a fourth finger. His face was hard, he was ready to die knowing that you would get away, he only hoped that the other Mayans were close enough that they would be able to keep you safe if these men changed their minds, "I just want you to know, that I l……"

BANG

"Guys we have to do now." Coco was filled with fear as he ran over to Bishop.

"What is it man?"

Coco held the phone up and put a single finger to his mouth, they could hear you talking to Manny, "they went to the gardens today, didn't they?"

Coco nodded, "yep and her phone says they're still there, if they don't take it off her we might be able to find them. If we go now you might get there in time."

They all raced off, dodging the cars as they broke the speed limit. They arrived at the gardens far soon than they thought, jumping off their bikes as Coco rechecked his phone. He could hear talking, your voice calm but laced with fear, "back rooms, if you use the back entrance they'll never."

They spread out and moved slowly, hoping that you and Manny were still nearby, "the GPS says y/n's phone is close." Gilly pointed to an alleyway and they all converged, moving to form a line as Coco pointed them onward.

They could hear voices now and they knew with a few more steps, they would be on top of them. Angel's breath stopped as he caught the sight of you and Manny on your knees, the man behind Manny cracking the butt of his gun into Manny's back.

"Any last words shithead?"

Angel looked to his side as the other men came closer, their plan forming silently as Manny turned to you "I just want you to know, that I l......"

BANG

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lamb-writes · 7 months ago

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“Obispo.”

pairing. obispo “bishop” losa x reader

content. domestic fluff, established relationship

word count. 0.4k

a/n. this is an old draft from when i was first watching the show last year. i was am a bishop girlie and this is very self-indulgent.

“You should grow your hair out again,” you murmured, fingers brushing through Obispo’s hair. Sun poured in through the window and onto the bed. You’ve been awake for much longer, appreciating having a simple morning in bed for once. Not to mention your more-than-overworked husband.

“Mmh,” he hummed, sluggishly turning to face you, messy hair now brushed out of his eyes. “You think so?”

Obispo was one of the deepest sleepers you’ve ever met. Anytime you slept at his house, you’d wake up with pillows on the floor, sheets kicked off to the edge of the mattress, and strong arms wrapped around your waist, tempting to keep you there for the rest of the day. And today, you think you just might.

“Yeah, around the sides especially. Maybe over your ears. It’d look nice. More rugged.”

Obispo rolled onto his back, hand on his chest. “Thought I was already rugged. I’m hurt, querida.”

“Hm,” you leaned in closer, resting your hands on your palms, “Maybe to the others. Maybe ‘Bishop’ is. But Obispo? Not so much.” Your voice was slow, still a little raspy from sleep. Even though you were joking about it now, you did love that you could have this softer piece of him that no one else did.

“Oh, yeah? And what’s Obispo like, then?”

“He’s,” You took a pause, collecting your thoughts. They felt cluttered and busy on your tongue. And yet, you continued anyway, too distracted by watching Obispo’s profile catching the sunlight to think about it further. “Kind. Genuine. Honest. Stubborn as hell, but considerate. Charming. And…” You trailed off, still lightly tracing shapes into his scalp.

“And?” He looked up at you through half-lidded eyes, grinning, basking in the compliments. Another thing you loved was how much lighter he acted when you two were together. Like the weights rolled off of him as soon as he took off his kutte. You didn’t talk about his past years as a Mayan as much as you’d like, but you were willing to give him as much time as needed.

You leaned off of your hand, brushing a section of hair you were playing with before off of his forehead. As Obispo’s lidded eyes closed for a blink, you finally took the chance to steal a kiss. Long enough to let him know you weren’t just doing it to do it. Long enough for him to rest a free hand on the small of your back. Long enough for you to feel him smile against your lips.

“And,” you repeated, “mine.”

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mysticalmallard · 4 months ago

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October Requests

2024 Fall/Halloween requests

Requests will be open until October 31st.

Completed requests will be linked at the bottom

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Rules for making a request:

★ Send me one mood & a character from the lists below.

☆ And 3 words of your choice that I must include in the one shot

★ Be following me.

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☆ please like, comment, and reblog your completed submission or future requests may be denied.

★ Only submissions sent as an ask will be accepted. I do NOT accept anonymous requests

☆ One request at a time, please.

♥︎ As soon as it's done & you reblog, you can send in another request ♥︎

Characters to choose from:

🎃 Jax Teller

🎃 Opie Winston

🎃 Juice Ortiz

🎃 Chibs Telford

🎃 Tig Trager

🎃 Herman Kozik

🎃 Happy Lowman

🎃 Marcus Alvarez

🎃 Angel Reyes

🎃 EZ Reyes

🎃 Coco Cruz

🎃 Che 'Taza' Romero

🎃 Hank Loza

🎃 Bishop Losa

🎃 Gilly Lopez

🎃 Nestor Oceteva

🎃 Neron Vargas

Mood:

💀 Fluff

💀 Angst

💀 Goofy

💀 Suggestive

💀 Random

Completed Requests:

1. Goofy, Chibs Telford, Candy, Costume, Scary movie

2. Fluff, Juice Ortiz, Pumpkin, Cat, Purple

3. Random, Gilly, cheesecake, spoon, messy

4. Goofy, Happy, costume, party, contest

5. Suggestive, Angel, black, eyes, water

6. Fluffy, Opie, scary, sexy, mine

7. Suggestive, Coco, red, chill, thunder

8. Suggestive, Manny, purple, love, sultry

10.

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imagineredwood · 1 year ago

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2. Chocolate 🍫

Summary: You’re making Valentines Day treats for the club and Bishop is your taste tester, but one can only eat so much chocolate.

Pairing: Bishop Losa x female reader

Warnings: none, all fluff

Word count: 435

"This one is the strawberry."

You plopped the tiny chocolate into Bishop's mouth, eyes on him as he chewed and then nodded, able to taste the tartness of the strawberry as it blended with the sweetness of the chocolate.

"It's good."

He spoke carefully, not wanting the syrup to run out of his mouth again like it had on the last two. You grinned, happy that he liked this one as well. You were making chocolates to take to the clubhouse for Valentine's Day, and of course, Bishop was your taste tester. You were trying different variations of fruit and other flavors to mix with the chocolates and while they were delicious, Bishop was starting to get a rush, this now being the seventh piece of chocolate you had shoved into his mouth. He watched as you turned around and plucked another one out of the tray, turning to face him again for what felt like the millionth time.

"This one is orange."

The Mayan groaned and he didn't miss the small frown that showed up on your lips

"What's the matter? You don't think you'll like the orange one? I know it's different but it's a good combination, I promise. It's refreshing."

Bishop chuckled and reached for your chocolate-free hand, lacing his fingers with yours tenderly.

"I believe you, mama. I swear I do. I'm sure that one is just as good as the last ones, if not better, but if I eat one more piece of chocolate I'm gonna throw up."

"Oh."

You laughed nervously, putting the orange creamsicle-flavored chocolate back down onto the tray.

"I'm sorry. I have given you a bunch to try. Kinda lost track."

Bishop laughed again, hand squeezing yours again. He reached for the piece himself and held it up to your lips instead this time, smiling as you ate the tiny heart. You gave a soft sound of approval and beamed as you looked at him.

"That one's good too. They're all good. Hope I didn't give you a stomachache."

Bishop shook his head, eyes twinkling as they looked at you with love. Love for your talents, love for your creativity, love for you working so hard to make treats for his brothers. He loved you. Well and truly. His lips were sweet as they pressed against yours ever so gently.

"No stomachache. But maybe you should come lay down with me on the couch for a bit. Just in case one starts up."

You traced the white hairs at the center of his beard with a smile.

"I think I can spare an hour or so."

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proceduralpassion · 2 years ago

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Bishop Losa in Mayans MC season 4 episode 2

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years ago

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Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago

The epilogue of A Gentle Kind of Love

Contains: Fluff, smut (oral sex F receiving, fingering, P in V,) discussions of pregnancy.

5.8K words

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“Happily ever after, or even just together ever after, is not cheesy,” Wren said. “It’s the noblest, like, the most courageous thing two people can shoot for.” ― Rainbow Rowell.

Manny's hands were too bruised and swollen to take his bike home so you waved him into the passenger seat of your car and drove off, "you really didn't need to do that, I've heard far worse before."

Manny huffed, "yes, I did. Canche doesn't get to say what he wants because of his hook ups. I didn't mean to scare you."

You shook your head, "I wasn't scared, I just don't want you to get hurt."

Manny smiled and reached over to place his hand on your thigh, "I'm not going to get hurt."

You smiled, "I love you Manny, so much and I think it's very sweet that you want to defend my honour."

Manny chuckled, "you're my girl, I got to make sure everyone knows that."

You thought for a moment before responding, "move in with me. Your lease is up in two months and I own my place outright. The cats won't ever feel like you've abandoned them and we don't have to go back and forth.."

Manny squeezed your leg to quiet you, "there's no need to sell it, I'll call the guys to help me pack my stuff tomorrow."

You snorted, "that's if you're not on probation in the morning."

Manny sucked on his tongue, "nah, old ladies are off limits, anyone would have done the same thing."

You nodded, relaxing as you pulled into your driveway "are you sure? I would never forgive myself if you got into trouble over me."

He leaned across the car and kissed your soft, "I'm sure."

You brushed your hand over his cheek and bumped his nose with yours, "we better go inside, I really need to look at your hands."

Manny chuckled, "lead the way gorgeous."

You got him inside and went to the bathroom to get the first aid kit before stopping by the freezer and grabbing some ice packs. Manny sat down with a sigh as you started to clean his hands, "I don't think anything is broken but you're going to need to give your hands a rest for a few days. I'll take you to and from work until the swelling goes down."

Manny smiled, "I am one lucky man, you know that."

You felt your chest get warm, "I'm the one who's lucky, I never thought I'd find someone as wonderful as you."

Manny pulled his hand from yours and reached up to cup your cheek, "then I guess we're both lucky and I know moving in so soon might seem really fast but I don't think there's anyone else I'd rather be with."

It hit you that it was a bit fast, "maybe we should talk about things before we take that step, what if we have fundamental differences. I mean, do you want kids? Are you an organ donor? How do you feel about…"

Manny cut you off with a kiss, "yes to both. Is that alright with you?"

You smiled, "yes, yes, that's alright with me. I'm sorry."

He chuckled, "it's alright, this is new to me too but we'll work it out."

You pulled back and returned to cleaning his hands, "I love you so much."

The smile on Manny's face was gentle and filled with affection, "I love you too."

You finished his hands and Manny regarded you, "what?"

You smiled and he pulled you into his arms, pressing his face into your hair, "do you want to get married?"

You blinked, you thought you had heard him right, "pardon?"

You felt him inhale, "do you want to get married. There's no one else I can see myself spending my life you, you are the cats and however many children you want to give me feels about as close to a happy ever after a man can ask for. I know it's really sudden and you can take some time…"

You cut him off with a kiss, "yes, yes I'll marry you. But I want a proper wedding, the big white dress, the stupid cake that doesn't taste like anything, the whole nine."

Manny chuckled, "you can have whatever you want, what about a ring?"

You thought for a moment, "I've done enough aid work to know the damage that gemstones can do, I am however, very partial to lab grown sapphires, the bonus is that if you get the gem and design the ring yourself, it's like a third of the price of buy it at the jeweller."

Manny chuckled, "alright, I'm sure someone knows a guy. Hell, Angel's probably going to shove a catalogue in my face when I get there in the morning."

You sighed, "do you want to tell them tomorrow?"

Manny smiled, "I mean, why not. We wouldn't be the first spur of the moment wedding."

You kissed him softly, "no, we wouldn't. I can't believe we're getting married. I have to go dress shopping."

Manny smiled, "take Hope and Lettie, hell Coco and Angel will go along too."

You giggled, "why don't we invite the whole crew and have a say yes to the dress SP addition. I'm sure Marcus will tag along."

Manny grinned, "I love you."

You smiled back, "I love you too."

You dropped Manny off the next day, Manny taking your hand and walking you inside. Angel greeted you with a smile but Bishop was more serious, "what's going on?"

Bishop managed a smile, "it looks like we'll be heading to Arizona, last night a brick went through the window of the Yuma Clubhouse with a note attached. I was hoping Manny would bring you by so you could tell me your professional opinion."

He pulled out his phone and showed you the photo, the note was pretty clear.

"Poison begets poison."

"Thoughts?" Bishop didn't sound worried, he sounded pissed.

"My guess is that it is what it says. Someone is planning to poison Yuma, I imagine with Fentanyl. The use of language is telling, the person is either well read or trying to be dramatic. The handwriting reflects that, it's simple but cursive so you're looking at someone who learned it in school and the brick through the window is pretty old fashioned. If I was the one doing it, I'd booby trap a car, create a contraption that slips the power everywhere when someone opens the car hood."

Bishop nodded, "thank you y/n, now I know you have things to do so why are you stopping by?"

You smiled, "Manny and I are getting married."

Angel hopped up from the chair and raced over, "did I hear that right, you're getting married?"

Manny grinned, "yep, we talked about it last night. We're having a proper wedding so it will be next year but when you know you know."

Angel all but jumped up and down, "fuck yeah. I am the best match maker ever. I stand by what I said, you better name your first kid after me."

You rolled your eyes, "if you shut up I'll think about it."

Coco walked in from outside and looked at the scene, "what?"

Before you could answer, Angel did it for you, "these two are getting married, just like that." He turned back to you, "when are you getting the dress?"

You shook your head, "I'm going to get an appointment which brings me to my next point. I'd really like it if you guys could come along."

Coco smiled and wrapped his arms around you, "hell fucking yeah, you want Hope and Lettie there?"

You nodded, "of course. And I need someone to walk me down the aisle, so do you want to?"

Coco hugged you again, "fuck yeah. Come on, we have planning to do, I'll get Chucky to help."

You sighed as he pulled you away, "there goes my plans for the day."

Manny pecked you before Coco dragged you to the office, "have fun."

Knock Knock

You, Coco and Chucky were looking over invite templates when Riz knocked on the door, "come in."

He opened the door with a smile, "Angel told me the good news, congratulations."

You smiled and got up to hug him, "how many people has Angel told?"

Riz smiled, "the moment he told me and Creep, he left to call Marcus, he also told Taza to start looking for a venue, I'm pretty sure he's appointed himself as the wedding planner. I was coming to ask you about your dress."

You sighed, "of course he has. I've got an appointment at the dress shop next month why?"

Riz shrugged, "I was hoping I could come, I've really love all those sappy shows."

You nodded, "of course you can come. I need as much help as I'm going to get."

The week had been a rush, turns out bikers were far more into weddings than you had thought. Between the guys helping Manny move and Manny looking for a place to make a ring and work, you felt like you didn't get a second to stop.

When the weekend rolled along and it was time to leave for Yuma you could sense something was coming. Manny came up behind you while you were feeding the cats and wrapped his arms around your body before resting his head on your shoulder, "you don't have to say yes but can you come with us this weekend? It would be good to have you there."

You sighed, "sure, I think I should be there to stop you from killing Canche anyway. Did anything come of that?"

Manny shook his head, "nah, he would have had to explain why I hit him in the first place."

You spun and kissed him, "I bet it will be strange to be back there?"

Manny nodded, "yeah, it ain't the most enjoyable place to be, but I have you and that's good enough for me."

You smiled and kissed him again, "you are such a dreamboat. What's next, you're going to show up on a white horse and whisp me away?"

Manny smiled, "if that's what you want, I'll have to learn to ride a horse but I'll do it."

You understood what Manny meant when you arrived at the Yuma compound, it just felt gross. Marcus was there, smiling from ear to ear when he saw you had accompanied Santo Padre. He gave you a hug, crushing your ribs with an embrace, "Angel told me the good news, when's the wedding?"

You smiled, "ten months, we're still planning the big bits but we're getting there."

Manny walked up to you and threw his arm over your shoulder, accepting Marcus' congratulations with a warm smile before walking off to deal with Canche, "you doing good?"

He nodded, "yeah, I want to head somewhere later today, Coco said he's keep you company."

You smiled, "of course, is everything ok?"

He nodded, "yeah, I wanted to stop by and see my sister." He sounded so sad.

"That's fine with me, please take as long as you need. I'll be here waiting for you."

He dropped his forehead onto yours and kissed you softly, "thank you."

Manny detached for you with a kiss, and you waved goodbye as he left and you went to sit with Coco, "you good?"

You nodded, "I'm great, everything is great. How did Templo go?"

Coco shrugged, "if there's one more bad cut Yuma is done, the vote went through without much protest, if we're lucky, this is the end of it."

You sighed, "and this threat?"

He gave you an unreadable look, "we'll see."

Manny brought the flower to his face, the little white Heliotrope filling his nose with a gentle scent. He walked up to Clara's gravestone and brushed away the dirt before placing the flowers in the little holder and kneeling down, resting his hand on the cold rock.

"I've meant someone CC and she's so wonderful, you would have loved her. I think, I know, she would have loved you too. We're getting married soon." He stopped, his emotions clogging his throat, "I just wanted to tell you the good news, because I know you would you'd want to be there if you could."

A gentle breeze blew in his face and he swore he could smell her bubblegum shampoo, he knew it was just his mind playing tricks on him but he couldn't help but feel it was his sitter letting him know she was happy for him. He left feeling lighter, the breeze brushing by him one last time as he walked through the gate.

There was something different about Manny when he returned, he sat next to you, Coco Angel and grabbed your hand, "how was your trip?"

He smiled, "it was good, I know she's not really there but it felt good to talk to her again."

The others were lost in their own conversation as you spoke, "I don't know much about that kind of thing but I think she was listening , even it it was just the part of her that you carry."

Manny reached up and brushed your cheek, "I love you so much."

You smiled, "I love you too."

Marcus watched from afar, knowing that something was happening, he allowed a few moments for calm to come over to walk over to you, "I never got the chance to talk about your wedding before I was called away, it's very exciting."

You smiled, "it is, I know is really soon but.."

Marcus waved his hand, "when you know you know. I would have married Izzy the second she said hello to me but I think she would have called me an idiot."

You giggled, "well, you're both invited so I hope you can come."

Marcus smiled, "of course, we wouldn't miss it for the world. I'm very happy for you both."

He offered Manny a hug, "thank you Pardrino."

The conversation between Angel and Coco must have wound down because Angel was butting in, "are we talking weddings? I'm trying to convince them to have it in the national park but y/n is worried about bothering people on public land. I think it would be nice, with all the trees and all."

You sighed, "you know Taza is taking care of it, there's a lovely portion of tribal land that he thinks we'll be able to book."

Angel nodded, "you got an officiant?"

Marcus smiled, "why don't you do it Angel, you can get the licence online, it's the least they can do after everything you've done to get them here."

You blinked and Manny laughed, "I like it, I mean, why not."

You sighed, "alright, but nothing dirty, there'll be kid there."

Angel smiled, "I wouldn't dream of it, it's going to be the best wedding ever."

The night wore on and you felt yourself grow tried, Manny hadn't left your side and you tapped him to bring his attention away from the story Hank was telling about the time he found a snake in his bedroll, "yes Mi Amor?"

You smiled, "I'm going to take a few minutes outside, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed."

Manny nodded, "you want me to come?"

You shook your head, "nah, I'm not going to leave the compound."

You headed out and made a beeline for a quiet section of the lot, sitting down on a mild crate and taking a deep breath. Your peace was interrupted when Canche approached you, "what the fuck do you want?"

He raised his hands, his face still bruised, "Marcus has brought to my attention that I've treated you unfairly and I just wanted to apologise."

You snorted, "you want me to thank you, expect an apology for a man that crawled up the ass of a baby raper?" You shook your head, "fuck off man, I have nothing to say to you."

He inhaled, "I'm not expecting you to forgive me, but you're an old lady now and you have to do things for the greater good."

You were ready to rip his intestines out but a figure in a hoody walking towards you at speed pull your attention away, "you know that guy?"

Canche turned around and you saw the shotgun, you moved without thinking and threw Canche to the ground as the shot rang out. Everything moved in slow motion as you stood up, the world coming back into focus with a rush of sound and violence as people came running and a shotgun was levelled at your chest, "move, I don't want to you hurt."

You stayed stuck to the spot, "no, if you want to kill this man you'll have to shoot me too."

There was pain, not anger on the man's face and you shook your head violently as the others arrived with their guns drawn, a look to your side revealed a terrified Manny, his face a mix of rage and fear, "are you here because of the drugs?"

The shotgun lowered slightly, "he's the reason my baby boy is dead, him and his dirty drugs. He deserves to die."

You nodded, "I know, had I had the time to think I would have let you shoot him. But we're here now and it's not that I don't agree with you, it's that I can tell you are suffering and this, what you're about to do won't bring your child back. He has a little boy of his own, we might think he deserves everything he gets but I'm sure you know this, a little boy's first hero is his father. You don't want his son to lose that."

The man looked around, "I came here to end things."

You lowered your hands slowly, "I know, but then these men will kill you and then what happens to the people you leave behind?"

He huffed, "I don't have anyone, Shaun was all I had and now he's gone."

You stepped closer and the gun went up a fraction, "if you die, your son, Shuan, dies with you. There will be no one to keep his memory alive. If you leave here now, I swear nothing will happen to you. No one is going to come after you and Shaun's memory won't be sullied by more pain."

He took in a shaky breath and dropped the shotgun, falling to his knees with his face in his hands, "I miss him so much."

You knelt by him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I can't even imagine what you're going through." You pointed towards Coco, "my friend is going to make sure you leave here safe. Don't come back, I won't be able to save your life a second time."

The moment there was calm, Manny ran up to you and pulled you into his arms, looking over your face with worry, "don't you ever do anything like that again, do you understand me?"

You nodded, "I understand, can we go back inside?" Manny took your hand and you walked back into the Clubhouse, accepting the water that Angel handed you.

"You good?" He kept looking behind you.

"I'm fine, I just want to go back home."

Angel gave you a soft smile, "yeah, we all do."

Someone clearing their throat behind you had you turning around, it was Canche, "what the fuck do you want?"

He swallowed, "you saved my life."

You let out a cynical laugh, "yeah well, it's not like I did it for you. I saw that man's face before he pulled the trigger, he would have regretted it. You are a stain, a pathetic waste of air and if you don't get out of my face, I'm going to shoot you myself."

He walked away, shaking his head and Manny's hand on your back brought your racing heart back down, "you wanna go back to the hotel?"

You nodded, "please."

You could tell that something was wrong the moment to hotel door closed, Manny's eyes filled with emotion as he stared at you, "what the fuck were you thinking, stepping in front of a gun for that piece of shit, if anything had happened…"

His breath caught and you stepped closer to him, cupping his cheek while you ran your thumb over his skin, "nothing was going to happen to me Manny, he wasn't going to be able to pull that trigger and before you say that there's no way I could have known that, this isn't the first time I've had to deal with a parent in that kind of pain."

He blinked away a tear and leaned down to kiss you, "I can't lose you."

In a flash, his fear turned to desperation he and was ripping your clothes off and all but tossing you in the bed. You reached out and pushed his kutte off his shoulders, Manny's lips never leaving yours as you both got naked as fast as you could. You shuffled up and bed and Manny hovered over you, his face filled with love as he rolled you onto your side and threw your leg over his hip.

His hand moved between your legs in a flurry and his fingers slid inside you as his thumb landed on your clit. You moaned into his mouth and Manny's teeth sunk into your lower lip. He pressed his fingertips into your G-spot, his thumb moving faster on your clit, when you were ready enough to take him, he yanked his hand away and used your wetness to slick up his cock, then with a soft please from you, he repositioned his hips and slid inside you slowly.

He let out a grunt and rocked his hips, his hand on your thigh holding you close as you matched his pace. "I love you so much." His tone was almost pained as his hips picked up speed.

He brushed your G-spot as you returned his affection, "I love you too."

He kissed you softly, pulling back just enough to breathe, "tell me you're mine."

His hand moved down to stroke your clit and you gasped, "I'm yours, please I'm yours."

He kissed you again, his lips firmed, "tell me again and I'll let you cum."

His fingers sped up in time with his hips and he brushed your G-spot with each thrust, "I'm yours."

In a flash, he was rolling on top of you and ramming himself inside you with a grunt. You wrapped your legs around his body and pulled him close, burying your face in his neck as he rolled his hip, placing his finger back on your clit while pressing soft kisses to any body part he could reach.

The peak came hard and fast, Manny moaning as you clenched around him, he followed you into bliss soon after, his lips pressing to yours as his hips slowed.

He rolled off you with one last kiss and caught his breath, "you good?"

You sighed, "I'm great. I love you."

Manny grinned, "I love you too, let me clean you up yeah, then we'll order room service."

You looked over the menu while we waited for Manny to return, a smile on his face as he cleaned you up and threw the damp towel in a pile, "anything look good?"

You nodded, "yep Tostones, I could eat my weight in them."

Manny shook his head, "Tostones is it then." You ordered while Manny held you, a soft smile on his face as he ran his hands over your body.

His hand slowly made it's way to your lower stomach, his fingers moving in a gentle brush, "how many kids do you want?"

You shrugged, "more than one, less than four. How many do you want?"

Manny kissed your temple, "however many you'll give me."

You sighed, "marriage first, then a baby."

He smiled softly, "I'm going to buy the lot behind you house."

You blinked, "why?"

His hand moved to squeeze your hip, "because we need a nice place to live so I was thinking we expand the home we already have and that way, you don't need to move and you can have a huge garden. I was even thinking the cats could have a little outside catio so they can spend time outside without risking them getting away and hurting birds."

You smiled, "I think that's great."

Manny kissed your temple, "so that's settled, I buy the lot, we get married and then I give you a baby or two."

You pecked his cheek, "that sounds great."

Ten Months Later

"You ready?" Coco came up behind you and did the last button of your dress, a simple flowy, lace dress, the skirt with only a little fullness and the sleeves sheer and coming to your mid upper arm, Riz had called it bohemian and went on about how it was the best style on the market right now.

You spun and gave him a smile, "yes, yes I'm so ready."

Coco stuck out his arm and Penelope ran outside to signal the music to start, the soft sound of the piano coming through the small white tent you were getting ready in. You began to walk, catching sight of Manny as you got closer to the top of the aisle. When he saw you, his eyes filled with tears, a huge smile coming over his face as you stood next to him.

"Hi." You reached up a wiped a tear from his cheek.

"Hey Mi Amor, you look really pretty."

You giggled, "everyone helped."

Beside you, Angel cleared his troat, "can we get to this? Al this mush is going to make me cry and I don't think that's professional."

You snorted, "you got your licence online, I'm pretty sure we might not even be legally married after this."

Angel ignored you, "dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining of two people, y/n and Emmanuel Ramírez. Are you here of your own free will, with no influence for other?"

You couldn't say yes fast enough, "I'm told you have your own vows?"

You took a deep breath and started first, "I'm normally really good with words but I sat down to write this and had no idea how to put my feelings onto the page. I love you and I have from the moment I laid my eyes on you and while it took a little while for me to say it," the crowd gave a laugh, "I promise that you will always now I love you and cherish you, support and encourage you, I will be there through every storm and every day of sunshine."

Manny had tears running down his face and a quick glance at the crowd showed you that others were in a similar state, Angel wiped his face and sniffed, "holy shit dude, that was deep."

You giggled and Manny started, "you are the best thing that's ever happened to me and I wake up every day grateful that you are the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see before I go to bed. I will spend every day of the rest of our lives telling you how much and in all the ways that I love you. I will make sure you always feel safe, and warm and loved."

You both turned to Angel how took a deep breath, "if anyone has any objections speak now or forever hold your peace. If any one says anything I will shoot you myself." He looked around, "no? Alright, do you y/n take Emmanuel Ramírez be your."

You cut him off, "yes."

Angel huffed "and do you."

Manny didn't even let him get that far, "yes."

Angel sighed and shook his head, "by the power invested in me by the state of Califonia and a shady internet website, I now pronounce you husband and wife you may now.."

You wrapped your arms around Manny and he kissed you before Angel could finish, and he threw his hands up in the air, "I give up." The crowd erupted in cheers as Manny deepened the kiss, dipping you like a prince in a fairy tale.

You pulled away and Manny smiled at you, pecking you one last time before letting you up, "I love you."

You smiled back, "I love you too."

Angel gave a loud clap, "time to party."

Manny had his hand in yours as the speeches started. Angel went first, stepping up to the platform with a smile, he had a pile of papers with him that had you worried and he banged them on the wood before tapping the mic, "all I wanted to say was that I was right." Everyone burst out in laughter and Coco slapped his arm as they swapped places.

Coco took a deep breath before he started, "when y/n and Manny met, I knew something was there, I had never seen y/n smile so wide and I had never heard Manny stutter when he was talking about a woman until her. I can go on and on about how happy I am for them and that I know that they have a long and happy life ahead of them but we all already know that. So all I'm going to say is that I love you both and I'm happy you found each other because you both deserve happiness."

Bishop went next, his face a mix of joy and satisfaction, "getting here has aged in twenty years, if I had a dollar for every time I had to tell one of my brothers to shut up about these two getting together, I would be rich. But we're here now and there's nothing better than being with someone you love. Let's hope it's doesn't take them as long to have a baby because I want a niece or nephew and I can't take the fuckers I'm in charge of bitching about how they haven't made any cute babies yet."

Marcus went last, his speech full of kind sentiments, love for his wife and affection for you and Manny. After he stepped down, Angel clinked his glass and gained everyone's attention, "alright everyone, now to the main reason we're all here. Let's eat."

You walked into your newly renovated home and said hello to the cats before walking to the bedroom hand in hand with Manny. You stood in the middle of the room and Manny took your hands, looking you up and down with a soft smile on his face, "hello wife."

You smiled back, "hello husband, will you help me out of my dress?"

His smile turned into a grin, "hell yeah."

You spun and he unbuttoned the dress, letting it fall to the floor and pool at your feet. You spun back around and Manny looked you over again before leaning down and kissing you softly, "shall we ring in the rest of our lives?"

He bit his lower lip, "hell yeah." He took your face in his hands, bumping your nose with his then kissed you as you sat back on the end of the bed. He raised a single finger to brush the strap of your bra off your shoulders, "I love this set, the white suits you."

You shook your head, "thank you, I picked something I knew you would like."

He smirked, "you picked well." He ran his fingers over the delicate lace flowers, "fuck, I am a lucky man."

You reached up and removed his kutte, Manny's hands going to the buttons of his shirt while his eyes raked over your skin, you went to reach back to unlatch your bra but he stopped you, "let me do that Mi Amor." He knelt on the bed and reached behind you, pressing his lips to your shoulder as the item came free.

You pushed yourself up the bed and Manny caught your panties on the way up, pulling them down your legs and pressing his lips to your claves as he made his way up your body. He kissed your knee, one then swapping to the other before repeating the pattern all the way up to your core.

He kissed the crease of your thigh then lifted your legs over his shoulders, he looked up at you, smiling softy before diving in like a man starved. You placed your hands on his head and stroked his scalp, Manny moaning as your nails gently scratched his skin.

He removed one hand from your leg and used two fingers to circle your entrance before sliding them inside you and pressing his fingertips to your G-spot. He pulled you closer, his lips wrapping around your clit as he moaned against your skin.

You bucked your hips as you got closer and Manny made no move to stop you, his fingers picking up speed and he doubled his efforts with his tongue. You didn't have the chance to warn him before you were arching off the bed and squeezing his fingers for dear life. He chuckled and pulled away, wiping his face with the back of his hand, "that was easy."

You rolled your eyes and tapped him with your foot, "you're smug." You sat up and ran your hands down his body to his cock, wrapping your hand around him and stroking him slowly, "you turn?"

He shook his head, "nah, we have all out lives for you to suck my dick." You laid back down and Manny went with you, holding himself up on his elbows as you reached up and pulled him closer, Manny's lips finding yours as you wrapped your legs around his body.

He kissed the tip of your nose and you giggled then he was reaching down and taking his cock in his hands before rubbing it up and down your slit. You gasped as he pushed inside you, your nails biting into his shoulders as he bottomed out. He rocked his hips slowly while he buried his face in your neck, the hand that was on his cock moving to rub your clit as his hips picked up speed.

He kissed his way from your neck to your face, his lips landing on yours. You pulled him closer and rocked your hips, matching his speed as he pushed your closer to the edge, "Manny please."

He kissed you, his nose brushing yours as he hit his stride, "you don't need to beg me for anything Tesoro." His fingers sped up and he pushed you over the edge as you whimpered into his mouth. He smiled against your lips as he followed you, grunting like an animal while his hand moved from your clit to grip your hip.

His hips slowed and he pulled away, rolling over and taking you with him. You rested your head on his chest and Manny reached up to stroke your cheek, "I love you."

You turned your head and kissed his palm, "I love you too. When do you want to open all out wedding presents?"

Manny chuckled, "why don't we open them tomorrow before we head off on our honeymoon?"

You sighed, "that sounds great."

He placed his hand on your cheek and turned your face towards his, "I love you, more than anything."

You kissed him softly, "I love you too."

The End

Song inspo for the title is Hozier - Would That I

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bucksangel · 3 years ago

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A Woman Like You

Pairing: Bishop Losa x f!Reader (no description of body type or race is mentioned)

Word Count: 5.6k

Summary: Four weeks after you and Angel break up, you're in an accident. With no one left to call, Bishop comes to your rescue. While fixing your bike, he also fixes your heart.

Warnings: nothing but a whole lot of fluff, reader gets injured in a motorcycle accident but nothing is graphically described, mentions of blood, Angel kind of being an ass but so is the reader so🤷‍♀️

Commissioned by @winchestershiresauce (i'm sorry it took so long i'm stupidly busy ily)❤️

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a/n: i'm strongly considering doing a part 2 with smut included so if you want that then just tell me and i'll do it!

tagging: @melaniecraig80 @est1887

Posting new fics over on @michaelirby

“Maybe we should break up then!”

While those words stung, it didn’t completely come as a surprise. Your relationship with Angel was hanging by its last thread, so when your boyfriend, now ex, came barreling towards where you stood on the clubhouse porch, you knew it wasn’t going to end well. And while the argument nor your breakup was unexpected, it didn’t hurt any less, especially since Angel had the Gaul to yell at you in front of his brothers.

Truthfully, you don’t really know what prompted this argument. At this point, it seems that you and Angel would find any reason to scream at each other. But deep in your heart, it still hurts. While you may not be in love with him anymore, you don’t care for him any less. But the anger running through your veins doesn’t consider that thought as you scream back at him.

“Fine!”

Everyone freezes, heads slowly turning to see the look of shock and hurt on each of your faces. Your heart is racing, the steady thud thud thud can be felt throughout your entire body. And with this anxiety quickly rising, you clear your throat and tilt your head slightly so you can stare at the ground for a solid minute while you contemplate your next words carefully.

“I’ll… stay at my place tonight,” Your voice is softer than you would have liked it to be, but you manage to look up and meet Angel’s eyes. The fire is still there, masking the hurt you know is about to consume his body. And you can’t stand it, because he’s still your friend. Before you got together he was your friend, and you’d hate to think that this is the end of any relationship you two could have.

“I’ll pick my things up tomorrow.”

Without another word you turn and escape into the clubhouse where, thankfully, the party is still in full swing. You’re able to dodge the drunks and weave your way through dancing bodies without being seen while on your way to retrieve your keys from the new prospect - Steve? Stan? You couldn’t really remember nor do you care to at this moment.

On shaky legs you manage to push your way to the front of the bar, hand lifting to catch the prospect’s attention. To no avail, though, he’s turned to help a slightly unruly group of patrons. After a minute of waving your hand, you huff, your hand falling down to rest on the bar you’re now leaning against. With a slow turn of your head, your eyes flicker across the room, passing over more unruly men and a few women crowded near the pool table.

A soft grunt is heard behind you, so your body moves to look at whoever could be invading your space. Upon seeing Bishop, standing tall and oozing confidence, leaning against the bar as well, you jump. A squeak escapes your lips at the small scare he gave you. It’s not that his presence intimidates you (quite the opposite actually, he’s really good at making you feel safe), you’d just assumed he’d be holed up with his brothers around the back table.

Looking over his shoulder, you can see the rest of the guys are, in fact, still around the table, presumably telling age old stories of heroics and stupidity. Bishop clears his throat, perhaps to get your attention back on him. So, you return your gaze to the man in front of you. His beard is long, his eyes tired, but his smile is genuine. In turn, you smile back at him. You hadn’t expected to cross paths tonight, but seeing him puts you in a better mood than you were five minutes ago.

“I heard a commotion happened outside, everything okay?” Bishop asks a furrow in his brow telling you he genuinely wants to know that you’re okay. That’s a perk of being friends with him, while he looks tough and mean, his words and actions speak volumes in terms of how much he cares for the people in his life.

Nodding your head, you sigh, body slumping against the bar counter. “Yeah, just - Angel.... We broke up,” You mutter, tightening your hold on your beer and bringing it up to your lips. You take quite a big gulp of the alcohol before returning your attention to Bishop. “I’m not surprised it happened, but… it doesn’t make it hurt any less.”

The pounding in your heart rattles your ribcage as you fight off tears. Crying in a clubhouse full of people isn’t on your to-do list for the day, so you lean back over the bar counter to search for your keys, finding them in a bowl on the back side of the bar.

“Let me drive you home.” His voice isn’t loud or commanding, but it’s still not phrased as a question. You snap your head to the side to look at Bishop again, ready to turn that idea down. Instead of speaking, Bishop pulls his keys out of his pocket and gently takes your arm so he can lead you out of the clubhouse.

“I’m fine Bish, I’m not even that drunk.” That’s a lie, both of you know it’s not true. But you’re still hesitant to get on a bike with Bishop, it feels like a betrayal to your own Harley. Nevertheless, he manages to pull you all the way to his truck, and - oh. You’re not going on his bike?

As if reading your mind, Bishop quickly adds, “I’ve had a few beers myself, taking the truck is safer.” And that seems to be the end of that conversation.

The alcohol flowing through your system manages to dull your anger enough to not fight back when Bishop helps you into the passenger seat and buckles you in. You want to argue that you’re not a baby, that you can take care of yourself thank you very much, but the several (four, maybe?) beers and the two shots you’d had tonight were hitting you in full force.

Once the door is closed, you turn in your seat to press your forehead to the glass and pull your legs up to your chest. You’re usually a happy type of drunk, but with the yelling and the heartache, all you want to do right now is sleep. And you must have done just that, because the next thing you know Bishop is maneuvering you out of the car to cradle you in his arms.

“Lemme down… I can.. walk.” You murmur, but you’re quickly slipping back into slumber as Bishop chuckles. The last thing you remember, Bishop is laying you down - on your bed? Couch? You can’t tell, but you don’t care right now.

“Goodnight, querida.”

And then, everything goes black.

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Sunlight streams in through the open curtains, a warm glow fills the room. A groan, loud and hearty, echoes throughout the otherwise silent bedroom. Your head lifts from the pillow before quickly shoving itself under said pillow. The light is too bright, the birds chirping are too loud, and you want to throw up. This feeling is actually what gets you up from the bed, stumbling your way to the bathroom just in time to empty your stomach into the toilet. Your head pounds with every wretch and cough you emit, only after two minutes does the vomiting end. Eyes closed and mouth parted, you flush the toilet and brace yourself so you can stand on wobbly legs.

The cool water splashing against your face actually helps, the cold waking your mind and body by a fraction. Your gaze drifts from the sink to the mirror, causing you to visibly cringe at the state you’re in. Your hair is relatively kempt, but the bags under your eyes and the flushness of your skin would let anyone know that you’re not doing too great today. A ding from your phone sounds loud throughout the room, and the pounding of your head starts to increase again.

The cabinet to your left holds your medicines, so you shuffle through different cold meds and pain pills until you land on the tylenol. It’s all a blur, shoving two tylenol in your mouth, gulping it down with tap water, and then stumbling back to bed intending to sleep the day away. But another ding from your phone sounds again, and you finally find the strength to look at it.

Several texts from Ez and Coco flood your screen, but one text is from Bishop, and your heart starts to drop into your stomach. Images from last night flood your mind as you remember the argument, the breakup, and then Bishop driving you home since you were way too drunk to drive. You dread what you’re about to read and pray that you hadn’t said anything embarrassing to the man. So, summoning up the courage, you open your phone.

From: Bishop

Good morning, I hope your hangover is treating you well. I know you hate other people riding your bike, so I’ll have it towed to your place later. Let me know when you wake up so I know you’re okay.

To: Bishop

Hey, I’m okay. My head feels like it’s going to explode and I might throw up again, so I’m having a good time. Thanks for doing this, and for last night. I’m sorry if I said or did anything embarrassing.

You throw your phone on the pillow next to your head and sigh, and within minutes you’re back in the clutches of a restless slumber.

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Four weeks pass by and you’ve managed to not go back to the clubhouse. Sure, you’ve hung out with Coco and Gilly and Ez a few times, you’ve even met with Bishop at a diner to catch up, but never at the clubhouse. Mainly, it’s because you know it’s Angel’s territory, his home away from home, and you don’t want to show up and ruin that for him after breaking up so soon (It’s also partially due to not wanting to see a new woman hang off of Angel’s arm if he’s already moved on).

You’ve managed to stay away from the clubhouse for four weeks, up until today. Clouds covered the sun, providing much needed shade and therefore letting the temperature drop by a few degrees. Today was a perfect day for riding around the streets of Santo Padre, up until it wasn’t.

You’re at a red light when it happens, a car racing down the road at a definitely illegal speed swerves as the driver tries to turn left. Luckily, there was only one other car on the road, the opposite side you were on, so they didn’t get hurt, but you did.

The car manages to swerve in such a way that the rear of the car smashes into your bike, sending you flying backwards and your bike skidding to the right. Due to the force of which you’re knocked back by, you land on your side, your shoulder taking most of the impact. It might be the adrenaline, but you don’t register the pain, nor do you register the blood all across your arm from where you’d skidded across the pavement.

In a haze, you hear sirens sound in the distance, people come to your aid in flocks, several bystanders are helping you to stand while other bystanders block the car that hit you from speeding away. It’s all a blur, everything moves too fast yet too slow at the same time. But soon enough the paramedics are escorting you to the back of an ambulance and police officers are surrounding the car.

Over the next five or so minutes, you’re asked a series of questions regarding your injuries and medical history, but one question stumps you.

Is there anyone you want to notify?

Is there? Your family lives hours away, you and Angel are no longer together, and you’re pretty sure most of the club is working at the scrapyard. Still, you know you won’t be able to get back home once they transport you to the hospital, so you decide to call the one person that you know could help you right now.

Bishop.

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Within the next hour, you’re sitting on a hospital bed with your arm bandaged and in a sling. You’re doing alright for being hit by a car, most of that has to do with the helmet you were wearing. Minor scrapes and bruises litter your body, a nasty cut across your cheek had to be stitched up, but you’ve had worse.

Heavy footsteps make their way down the hall, a gruff voice asking (demanding) to be led to your room, and then suddenly the door is swung open to reveal a very concerned Bishop. His breathing is labored, chest rising and falling rapidly as he takes in your condition.

After determining that you’re not in serious peril, Bishop takes a few quick steps so he can stand in front of you. His eye twitches and his fist clenches, the scowl on his face let’s you know that he might actually kill the man that put you here.

Reaching your good hand out to him, you lay your hand on his bicep and squeeze softly. A soft smile forms on your face as you shake your head. “I’m okay, Bish. A little banged up, but nothing too bad.”

Bishop huffs, shakes his own head, and takes your hand off of his arm so he can hold it in his own. “No. It ain’t okay, you’re hurt.”

And something in the way he speaks makes your heart stutter ever so slightly, your face grows warm. But, you don’t want to dwell on that, you’re more concerned with calming Bishop down than you are with analyzing why now, of all times, you’re becoming nervous around your friend.

“I’m okay, Obispo. Yes, I’m injured, but that doesn’t mean that I'm incapacitated.” Your voice comes out harsher than you intended. However at this point, you’re tired of people (men, mainly) treating you like some porcelain doll that must be protected at all times. “I’m a big girl, okay. I can handle myself, you know.”

At this, Bishop sighs and drops your hand, but not before giving it a soft squeeze. “I know you are, that doesn’t mean I like seeing people I care about getting hurt.” His voice is also gruff, but you know it’s because he truly cares.

As you’re contemplating on whether or not to argue further with Bishop, a knock at your room’s door stops you both, you both turning your heads to look at the doctor making his way towards you with a clipboard and papers.

“We’ve prescribed you some pain medications and a steroid to help with the swelling in your shoulder. Now all you have to do is sign these documents and we can release you.”

The doctor is short and to the point, clearly tired from what must be a long and stressful shift at the ER, so you take the clipboard and (as best as you can) balance the clipboard on your knees so you can sign what needs to be signed. At one point Bishop tries to take the clipboard to help steady it, but you throw him a glare that makes him back off.

It takes a bit, but you’re soon discharged and walking (limping, more like it) out of the hospital and to Bishop’s awaiting truck.

“I had Chucky tow your bike to the shop. I’ll take a look at it tomorrow and see if we can save her.” Bishop talks with authority, like what he says is final, and that’s what really irks you.

“You didn’t need to do that, I could have had it brought to my house so I can fix my bike.” Frustration is flowing through your veins. You loathe asking others for help, so this otherwise small act of kindness feels too much for you.

That comment makes Bishop stop walking and turn around so he can face you. “Querida, I know how much you hate others touching your bike. Under any other circumstance I wouldn’t have taken it to the shop, but I cannot trust you to not hurt yourself further by working on this bike.” Bishop sighs heavily and stares into your eyes with determination. “Now get in the truck so I can take you home.”

Okay that is what really pisses you off, logically, deep down you know that he’s only doing this because he cares about you, he would never want to see you hurt. But the insinuation that you’d put yourself in any more jeopardy by overextending yourself (no matter how true it is) irritates you.

“I’m an adult, Bishop. I don’t need your charity,” Your voice raises, and Bishop looks around for any bystanders that might be listening in.

When he’s determined that no one else is within earshot of you both, he takes ahold of your good arm. “Please, we can talk about this tomorrow, I’ll even pick you up and take you to the scrapyard tomorrow so we can both look at it.” Now, his tone may ooze confidence and finality but you can tell he’s getting desperate, almost pleading for you to just get in the truck.

One very long minute passes before your eyes are rolling and you’re moving past Bishop to grab onto the truck’s door handle. You can see him shake his head, hear the sigh that leaves his lips, and while you’re frustrated with him (immensely so), you’re partially frustrated with yourself. Receiving kindness has always been hard for you, therefore you’re prone to lashing out at those who are kind to you. And you hate it, you hate feeling like you’re pushing people away, but you don’t know any other way to live.

Maybe it’s your lingering anger, maybe it’s the pain medicine kicking in, but you don’t speak the rest of the way to your house. At one point, Bishop looks over at you and tries making small talk, but he’s quickly shut down by your non responsiveness. It’s a tense silence you two sit through, you are too upset to speak and Bishop is too tired to argue anymore.

When you do finally get to your house, you’re the first person out of the truck, limping up your porch steps so you can unlock your door. It takes a few minutes, but soon the front door is unlocked and your bag is tossed onto the floor. As you turn to shut your door, you see Bishop leaning against his truck, clearly exasperated.

Again, the beating of your heart increases and, again, you push that feeling down. Deciding that you’ve been enough of a pain in the ass tonight, you lift your good arm and wave at Bishop. A small smile makes its way onto your face, hopefully softening the blow of yelling at him earlier.

This must have calmed Bishop, because he too smiles and waves before getting back in his truck. And as you’re watching him pull out of your driveway, you can’t help but be a tad bit happy you get to see him tomorrow.

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“The motor is-“

“The motor is fine!”

“It’s not supposed to-“

“I know how my bike works, alright!”

Whoever thought letting Angel tell you what was wrong with your bike deserves a kick in the head. Each time Angel opens his mouth, you’re shutting him down, not letting him get a word in. It’s tough, because as much as you don’t hate Angel, you do hate other people telling you how to fix your bike without letting you look for yourself.

“Just listen-“

“Cut that shit out!” A loud, booming voice echoes in your direction. Turning, you see Bishop making his way over to you and Angel, his eyes locked on Angel’s the whole way.

Angel’s mouth opens again, ready to stand his ground, but Bishop’s eyebrow raises and he clears his throat and that shuts Angel up. He backs down, grumbling about how you’re too difficult and frustrating to work with.

A large, calloused hand lands on your bicep and squeezes softly, effectively moving your focus from yelling at Angel. Warm eyes meet yours as you shift your head, there’s something unreadable about the look in Bishop’s eyes. It’s something you’ve seen a million times, but you’re just now noticing how soft it is. How his eyes shine just a little brighter. It’s… strange, and his stoic face doesn’t help things either, making it hard to decipher the situation.

These warm eyes, the same eyes that you’ve looked into hundreds of times, send a chill down your spine. It makes you feel guilty, immensely so, because Bishop is your friend. Your friend who helped you through the last few months of your relationship with Angel. Your friend who gave you advice and company when things were tense in your relationship. Your friend whose eyes are, very suddenly, pulling you in deep.

“C’mon querida, let’s look for ourselves.”

This snaps you out of your thoughts, your eyes snapping up to meet his. A little lost in your head, you nod slowly and turn abruptly, making your way into the garage to, hopefully, leave those confusing thoughts behind.

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Sweat runs down your neck, sunglasses shield your eyes from the sun hanging high in the sky. It must be 100 degrees at least, and yet your tank top and shorts still heat your skin further. The only reprieve you get from the heat is when you occasionally tread inside for water, however your AC doesn’t seem to be wanting to work today either. A fan in your garage is on high speed, circulating as much cool air as possible, it’s still not very effective.

Not only are you frustrated with the heat, you’re growing more and more frustrated with not being able to do basic things without help. So, being you, you don’t ask for help, you work around getting the things you need. You’re able to move your arm more, at-home physical therapy has been working wonders, but you’re still not able to do what you want to do, what you need to do. Which happens to be fixing your bike.

There’s not much time during the week to work on it, which is why Bishop has come to your house for the past three Sundays to help with it. Which is to say, you help him. With your arm still bandaged up you’re unable to maneuver to the exact position working on your bike requires you to be in. But, speaking of the devil, when you exit the house with yet more bottles of water, you’re granted the sight of Bishop in his white tank-top and jeans, squatting down and staring intensely at the loosely hanging chains on the broken bike.

Suddenly, like you’ve been hit by a bullet, you’re hit with a variety of emotions. Some of them you cannot name, some of them you can. The one emotion that sticks out from all of them is… infatuation? That can’t be right, you think. You’re just friends, plus, you broke up with Angel only six weeks ago, stop it.

None of these thoughts help, though. Standing in a trance-like state, each hand gripping a bottle, your breathing picks up. Why are you feeling these things now? What changed? Could it have been that he was there for you when virtually no one else was? Maybe it’s the way he makes you feel safe, like no one could hurt you. Maybe it’s because you know he wants to keep you safe, yet he chooses to let you do your thing, content in the knowledge that you’d let him know if anything happened. This realization, the fact that you’ve never had that kind of understanding with any previous relationship, almost knocks you off balance.

Six weeks, you have to remind yourself. You’ve been single for six weeks, don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s not until Bishop stands to full height do you realize that you’ve been staring at him for god-knows how long. The corner of his mouth quirks up, like he knows what you’re thinking. And instead of dwelling on how refreshing that feels to have someone understand you like Bishop has been able to for the entirety of your seven year friendship, you pick your head up and smile back at him.

“I hope you’re not breaking her anymore than she already is,” You joke, a slight waver in your voice. Rough, scorching hot cement pushes you to walk forward into the shaded garage, right next to Bishop.

“Yeah, y’know, I’ve decided to leave her like that. I’m sure she’s ready to go,” Bishop’s smile widens, humor flushing out any weird tension that hung in the air only moments ago. The hand not holding the water rests on your lower back, pushing you forward.

“Well I’ll leave you up to taking the first test run, then,” You joke back, both of you staring at each other for a moment before cracking, laughter echoing through the small garage. The hand on your back stays in place, and you find yourself being pulled further into Bishop’s side. The laughter subsides, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you.

“But seriously,” You sigh, preparing yourself for the worst outcome possible. “How is she?”

Sensing your unease, Bishop grabs one of the bottles of water from your hands. “She’ll be fine,” He assures you, taking a brief moment to swallow down some much needed water. “I’ll get her working in no time.”

A quick kick to the shin makes him clear his throat and backtrack on that last comment. “We’ll get her working in no time.”

“Good, now hand me a wrench so I can put the chains where they’re actually supposed to go.” The hand you’ve outstretched towards Bishop gets smacked away, with a quick reprimand.

“How about you hand me a wrench and I’ll let you delegate on where things go.”

Seemingly okay with this compromise, you nod. Sticking your tongue out and pulling a face while you search for said wrench.

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Two grueling Sundays later, and Bishop and you have finally fully repaired your bike. It was a long process, having to order parts and break apart the whole motorcycle to put said parts into place took way longer than you’d have liked.

However, many frustrating arguments and a few mistakes later, your girl is as good as new. And luckily, you had your cast taken off last week, so you were actually of physical use today. It felt good, being able to move around and stretch fully without hindrance.

The best part about that experience was getting closer to Bishop. Getting to know random new facts about him, getting to see which of your jokes and stories get the most laughs out of him, getting to see a new side of him.

From an outside perspective, you’d think he had no problem sharing these things about himself, opening up so easily. From an inside perspective, from yours, you know he’d never be so open and jovial with just anyone. The fact that Bishop, your closest friend, deemed you worthy of seeing the real him has your heart soaring. The dad-like jokes actually help too.

One particular joke from Bishop has your eyes clenching shut, your head tilting back, and your hand shooting out to hang onto his forearm while you laugh, boisterous and loud. A snort, arguably an unattractive snort, comes out next, and you rush to cover your mouth. A large, warm hand comes to your wrist not long after, pulling it down so you’re not hidden away.

Your eyes flutter open, looking right to see Bishop, staring back at you with such intensity that it catches you off guard. How his eyes flicker down to your lips for one very long moment before returning to your own eyes. It makes you gulp, butterflies filling your stomach and your heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

This feeling intensifies as Bishop’s hand removes itself from your wrist to slowly encompass your cheek. Skin flushing, mouth dry, you peer down to his lips. Within seconds they start moving as he starts speaking.

“I don’t know when, or how. It was sudden. I woke up one day knowing that I wanted you, I needed you. You were with Angel at the time, so I’d never said anything. But… I can’t help but notice the way you look at me. You didn’t even look at Angel like that.”

A short pause, an intake of breath before speaking again.

“I’d like to think you feel this too.”

Time seems to move in slow motion. Two months ago you broke up with a man you cared for. Now you’re sitting in your garage with a man who cares for you. All of the indecipherable looks from him now added up, he likes you.

“I do.” You say, voice no louder than a whisper. “I feel it.” The hand cupping your cheek slides to the back of your neck, resting comfortably.

Silence fills the room, neither of you speaking for fear of ruining the moment. Until finally, Bishop’s hand squeezes your neck softly to guide you further towards him. For a long moment you stay with your lips centimeters away, eyes fluttering shut as you take a breath in.

“Obispo-“ You’re cut off abruptly by lips pressing into yours. You’re torn between being surprised and being correct in your assumptions about the way Bishop kisses. He kisses like he loves: passionate, gentle, soft.

Lips slide over each other, tongues poking out to tease the other while the hand on your neck squeezes harder. At this, a soft moan escapes your lips, allowing Bishop to slide his tongue into your mouth and explore this new territory.

A hand snakes its way up Bishop’s arm, squeezes his bicep, then cups his cheek. With tilted heads and entangled bodies, this moment is one you’ll never forget. You’d do anything to stay like this forever, but, as if by chance, a phone rings, the two of you breaking away to look at who the hell is calling.

It ends up being Taza, wondering where in the hell Bishop is when he was supposed to be at Hank’s over an hour ago. An apologetic smile forms on Bishop’s face as he nods, telling Taza he’ll be there soon. Turning to you, ready to apologize, he’s stopped by your lips covering his.

A soft, chaste kiss followed by, “It’s okay, go.”

Bishop leaves then, leaving behind a woman smiling so bright with a heart full of love.

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A late Friday night, another clubhouse party in full swing. Bishop is leaning against a pool table casually watching Angel get his ass beat by Letti at a different table. It’s fun, everyone having fun while drinks flow freely. Until suddenly, Angel is grumbling, eyes trained on the front doors to see you.

The confidence you ooze, the power you hold, it’s evident to everyone in the room that you are not to be messed with. Angel clearly doesn’t get that message as he stomps in your direction. He gets no more than ten feet from you when he opens his mouth to start yelling.

No words come out though, he’s stopped by you brushing past him into Bishop’s arms. You don’t care to get into an argument tonight, despite being known for not backing down from a fight. All you care about tonight is spending time with your friends, and with Bishop.

Despite your relationship being undefined, you’re still clearly infatuated with each other, taking your time and going with the flow. You’ve managed to wrap your arms around Bishop’s waist as Angel appears in front of you both, confused as ever.

“When the hell did this happen?” It’s phrased as a question, but you can hear the hurt he’s buried deep. And while it does pain you to hurt Angel, you’re not going to let him ruin your night.

“It’s new, actually. Somewhere along the line we realized we were good for each other. Actually good for each other.”

Huffing, Angel crosses his arms over his chest and stands taller. Despite staring deep into your eyes, his next sentence isn't directed at you. “Good luck with your new girl, then. Hope you can handle her.” He’s about to turn and leave when Bishop finally speaks up.

“I know how to handle women like her, a lot better than you do.”

You can see the anger in Angel’s eyes, the gears turning in his head as he contemplates arguing with Bishop. Aggravated, Angel turns and walks towards a group of ladies entertaining themselves with other mayan men.

This calms your heart down, your anger subsides, replaced by fondness as you look up at Bishop.

“He called me ‘your girl’,” you say, smiling wide.

“And?” The questioning look on Bishop’s face causes you to giggle, as he clearly doesn’t register what you’re hinting at.

“You didn’t say that I’m not,” Your arms tighten around his waist, face inching closer to his.

A smile forms on Bishop’s face as well, chuckling softly to himself. “That’s ‘cause you are my girl. You alright with that?”

Holding your head high, one hand snakes from Bishop’s back over and up to smooth over his stomach. Letting your hand wander further upwards, you lean in close to his face so you can whisper in his ear

“Of course I am. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

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mayans-sauce · 4 years ago

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Mama Bear

Pairing: Bishop Losa x Female Reader

Word Count: 700

Warnings: none

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Bishop and you were going to invite the whole club for a little get-together at the house. Food, drinks, and good company were on the menu. You hadn’t seen them for a while because of your pregnancy and the chaos that has been the club life the recent months. You were a few months pregnant now, and the boys haven’t seen how much your bump has grown.

Bishop wouldn’t let you move a muscle, so the only thing you were allowed to do was the shopping list, while he would be the one to buy everything in and set it all up. Everyone had their particular needs and flavors for what they liked, so the list grew with each member. Being the “mom” for them all, despite being younger than most, it was your job to keep track of what your precious children loved and wanted. Bishop was sitting at the table as you read up everything that would need to be bought.

“... beers for Ez, gummies for Letty, Steve likes strawberry ice cream, and of course, we can’t forget the chicken nuggets for Angel this time. He almost had my neck when I forgot last time.” You chuckled to yourself at the funny memory of Angel being a sad and pouty boy.

“That’s a lot of shit, sweetheart,” Bishop complained in a teasing manner. “Hey, you were the one that wanted to invite the kids over,” you hit his arm with the long list, “you know how grumpy they get when they don’t get their favorites.” “Yeah, let’s not relive the last get-together we had.” You both shudder at the memory of drama and crying.

The day of the house party had come, and you stood at the door as you greeted every one of them. Their faces lit up at the sight of your baby bump, highly visible. Words and kisses were left upon it by the men that would be there to protect and love the little joy that would be born in just a few short months. They could see how happy you and Bishop were, and that left a small print of light in their dark lives as part of the MC.

Everyone was out in the backyard enjoying themselves. The sun shone down, and the music from the stereo created a relaxed atmosphere. Bishop had just fired up the grill for the heaps of meat that was ready to be grilled and consumed by some hungry bikers. The drinks and snacks went faster than you could refill it.

Since it’s been forever since you saw everyone, you went around to catch up. They all felt safe and comfortable in your presence, so they became colossal blabber mouths when you approached them. Whether it was just a quick chat or asking for some much-needed advice, you were there for them. You were always like a fun, caring, and loving “mom” to the group. Always there for them whenever with whatever they needed. You took care of them and loved them when they hadn’t anyone else to go to.

Once the sun started to come down and everyone was packed with food in their bellies and sitting in groups having conversations, you approached your husband, who was sitting somewhere to the side just enjoying that for once, his brothers had a day with no worries in their minds. You sat down on the two-seater, legs draped over him as you took a moment to rest for a bit.

“Tired?” “Ugh, yes! You try playing mom with these children in men's bodies.” The comment made him laugh some. “It’s not easy being mom and dad,” he stated.

“Like, why did we decide to get pregnant when we already have like 10 of them.” “Sorry, sweetheart, but can I just quote you in saying: fuck Bishop, please finish inside me I need to feel you.” You threw a pillow at his shoulder, “shut up,” a smirk on your face in remembering how you ended up in this situation.

“Come here.” He opened his arms for you to get between. You shared a sweet kiss as you watched over your kids, all happy and content, while caressing the one that still wasn’t born.

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crowfootwrites · 4 years ago

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Together [Bishop Losa x Fem!Reader]

I had every intention of this being a cute little wedding one-shot, inspired simply by Michael Irby in a suit. But then, somewhere along the line, I spiraled out of control and now it's over 2,500 words and has major trigger warnings. I don't know what happened, y'all. Anyway, I could have made this even longer, but my brain was like, PLEASE STOP, so I'm not entirely pleased with it, but I also just can't look at it anymore.

Warnings: references to past sexual abuse/molestation; language; physical assault; posttraumatic flashbacks; panic/anxiety; familial conflict | Words: 2,602

Taglist: @chibsytelford

“You clean up pretty nice, Señor Losa,” you murmured as you adjusted the knot of his tie. It was the first time you had seen him in anything other than worn jeans and leather and you were impressed. He looked positively delectable in his navy suit and crisp white shirt, the olive-green tie you had picked out coordinating flawlessly with your dress. You were honestly a little surprised he even owned a suit, but he, a little offended, assured you he did when you approached him about being your date to your cousin’s wedding. You ran your fingers down his lapels, smoothing them, then placed a soft kiss to his bearded cheek.

“Gotta make sure you got something nice on your arm, sweetheart,” he replied roguishly.

You grinned, rolling your eyes. “You always look good, baby… But I will say, that suit’s really doin’ something for me.” You wiggled your eyebrows, drawing a deep chuckle out of Bishop.

You glanced up from your spot in the courtyard as the church doors opened, allowing the wedding guests to move inside. The guest list was full of family members who had long ago rejected you. It was a little painful to see your whole family together so blatantly shunning you. You figured you were only there thanks to your cousin, Ava, championing you, and honestly, that was fine. You two were still close, and you were only there to support her on her big day.

You hung back with Bishop, your hand tucked in his, enjoying the nice breeze drifting through the shady, Spanish-style courtyard. It was a beautiful day for a wedding, and affection for Ava and her soon-to-be husband swelled in your chest. There was something about weddings that always made you sentimental and slightly tearful, which was highly outside of your character, so you had warned Bishop about it ahead of time. You didn’t want him to go in thinking that it was somehow related to him; that you were in a rush to get married, or that you wanted him to be settled down, or some other inane inaccuracy.

Finally, the two of you drifted to the church doors, trailing behind the crowd and choosing seats towards the back. When you sat, Bishop’s hand rested on your thigh and you could feel the warmth of his palm through the thin fabric of your dress. You wrapped your arm around his and tucked yourself into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. He placed a gentle kiss on the crown of your head and you smiled to yourself, eternally glad for his company.

The wedding was beautiful. Ava looked gorgeous in her gown and in the ecstatic glow that hung around her like an aura. She cried, her fiancé cried, you cried. You felt the slight shudder of Bishop’s chest as he held back his good-natured laughter at your weepy eyes. That earned him a little slap on the chest, but you squeezed his arm gratefully when he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to you. When it was all said and done, the church erupted into cheers and wolf-whistles as the new husband and wife kissed and made their way back down the center aisle.

The reception was held in a nearby hotel, so you and Bishop leisurely made your way back to your car. As you made your way to the hotel, his hand remained firm and reassuring in yours. This was the part you were most worried about; estranged family members in large numbers, mixed with alcohol, had not historically gone down well for you. You knew Bishop would never let anything happen to you, but you supposed you were more afraid of what wasn’t being said or what was being whispered behind your back.

Upon entering the reception ballroom, you quickly scanned the list of your tablemates, dread seeping into your belly when you saw who you and Bishop would be sitting with; your snobby aunt Flora, her handsy husband, their teenaged daughter, and your crotchety great-aunt.

You looked at Bishop, not bothering to hide the grimace. He pulled you to him with a smirk and you buried your face in his neck.

“Está bien, mi amor. I’m not gonna let anything bad happen.”

“These people are the worst, Bish,” you whined, barely restraining your desire to stomp childishly.

“I know, sweetheart. Just remember that we’re here for Ava. Y podemos salir cuándo quieras (And we can leave whenever you want),” he whispered reassuringly, his lips resting softly on your temple. He let his hand slide down to the curve of your back and guided you inside, beelining both of you to the bar.

As you stood with Bishop at the bar, awaiting your glass of wine and his beer, you gazed at the two-story ballroom around you, entranced by the light reflecting off the massive crystal chandelier at the center of the room. An ornate marble balustrade ran along the upper floor of the room, cocktail tables set up along the edge. You marked it as a good place to hide out, away from the dance floor and the dinner tables sprawling across the lower level.

You and Bishop camped out at your assigned table as Ava and her new husband entered and toasts were made. The loving words spoken towards Ava and her husband slowly wore you down, words you knew you would never hear from these people. Bishop seemed to sense your discomfort, gripping your hand under the table and giving it a firm squeeze.

Dinner was an awkward affair, your aunt Flora and her family greeting you tersely as they sat and speaking to you not at all over the course of the meal. Halfway through, you moved on to something stronger than wine, desperate to care less about the people around you and their opinions of you.

Once plates had been cleared, Bishop pulled you to the upper level for some quiet time together. The two of you stood gazing over the wedding guests for a while, not speaking but taking comfort in one another’s presence.

“Thank you for coming,” you murmured finally. You glanced over at his relaxed expression. “I couldn’t have done this by myself.”

“You could have, querida. You don’t give yourself enough credit,” he replied. You opened your mouth to protest, but he held up a hand. “But I’m happy to be here with you.”

You smiled lightly and pressed your lips to Bishop’s gratefully. As Bishop excused himself to the restroom a few minutes later, you propped your elbows back on the balustrade overlooking the lower level of the ballroom. You tossed back another gulp of whiskey, idly checking the time on your phone. You wanted to at least see Ava off before leaving, but time was absolutely crawling by. You heard the clacking of heels behind you and you glanced over your shoulder, your stomach lurching. Ava’s mother, your aunt Helen, was descending upon you, her eyes flashing dangerously.

“How dare you show up here,” she growled, her stance combative in spite of the slight drunken sway in her step.

She looked so much like him, her hostile demeanor only emphasizing the relation. Your mind reeled, thrown back into the nightmares of your childhood. You felt the edges of your mind fraying into panic and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to remember how to take deep breaths. Your pulse thundered under your skin.

“I – I was invited,” you muttered, studying the wood grain on the railing intently.

Helen grabbed your arm violently and yanked, her nails digging into your flesh. Thrown off balance, you stumbled and dropped your glass as you tried to find purchase on the bannister beside you. The loud shattering off glass drew more eyes to you and you felt heat rising to your face as you pulled yourself upright on the balustrade, the bottom of your dress stained with splashed whiskey. The broken glass on the floor swam in your vision like starlight as your eyes filled with tears.

“My brother is in prison because of you,” she hissed through clenched teeth, her face too close to yours. The scent of rum rolled off her tongue, its glaring familiarity transporting you back and igniting something in you. A small voice, ignored for years, that whispered at you to say something.

Your mouth opened impulsively and undiluted resentment poured out, words you had never said to any of these people before. “He deserved to go to prison! He molested me!” you snarled. “What kind of animal touches their own child like that?” It had taken you years of therapy to be able to say that out loud, and even then, it was in the safety of your therapist’s office. Practically shouting it in front of your estranged family wasn’t something you had prepared for today, and you felt the short burst of adrenaline leaving your body, your knees weakening.

Suddenly, warm hands were slipping under your elbows, Bishop pressed against your back, keeping you upright. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you wiped them away angrily. “All of you turned your backs on me... calling me a liar, saying I wanted attention,” you croaked. “I was just a kid! He stole my childhood and turned my family against me.”

Your aunt’s face was contorted in fury, her gaping mouth trying unsuccessfully to form words. Bishop spun you towards him, pulling you into his chest and your heart rate spiked. Bishop didn’t know about any of this. But your brain couldn’t possibly process what he was thinking at that moment, and there was no going back now.

Your aunt must have made a move towards you; you heard the rumble in Bishop’s chest before he spoke, his arm tightening around your shoulders. “Touch her again and I’ll break your fucking fingers,” he growled. The authority in his voice startled even you. You couldn’t imagine being a stranger on the other end of that cold tone.

You pulled yourself away from Bishop’s chest to see your aunt sputtering indignantly a few feet away. Your gaze carried disappointment within it as it swept over her and towards the stairs that would lead you out of there. Bishop ushered you that way, gripping your hand firmly as you stared at the floor, feeling the judging eyes of your family on you. You willed the tears down with deep breaths, letting anger seep back in to protect your heart from the pain.

The ride home was silent; your mind vacillated rapidly between the familiar sorrow of your family’s rejection and the new sting of panic at the possibility of judgment from Bishop. You dreaded the prospect of pity in his eyes or shame in his words. And somewhere in the back of your mind, you registered guilt. You would need to apologize to Ava for causing drama on her big day. A fresh swell of tears came over you. You kept your eyes trained on your fingers interlaced in your lap and Bishop, sensing the tension in your posture, stayed quiet.

Bishop followed you up to your shared bedroom. When he came through the door, you were simply standing in the middle of the room with your back to him, staring off at nothing, your hands dangling limply at your sides. You seemed so lifeless, a sharp departure from your normal disposition. He approached you slowly, placing his hands on your shoulders lightly, not wanting to startle you. You shuddered beneath his touch. His hands traced along the curves of your shoulder blades, finding the zipper of your dress and towing it down deliberately, his movements steady and reassuring. He hadn’t left you yet… Perhaps that was a good sign? His warm exhales fanned across the plane of your shoulder, his body pressed against your back. You let the dress fall into a pool of sage satin around your feet. As you stepped out of your heels, Bishop unhooked your bra and you tugged it off. He stepped quickly to the dresser and returned to you with one of his large t-shirts. He helped you to pull it on and as he fixed your tousled hair, he looked into your eyes, his heart heavy at your hollow gaze.

As you climbed into bed, he caught your wrist gently, studying the scratch marks left by your aunt’s nails. You caught the tightening of his jaw before he let go and tucked you under the covers. When he climbed in beside you, he took your face in his palms, running his thumb steadily against your jaw.

“¿Qué estás pensando, amor (What are you thinking, love)?” he whispered, his lips practically touching yours.

“Too much to say,” you replied wearily.

“Will you try for me?”

“It just hurts all over again,” you muttered, curling your clammy hands under your chin, barely resisting the urge to tuck yourself into the fetal position. “They all knew what happened to me. They just chose to believe him over me. So they – they blame me for my mother leaving him, for him going to prison.”

You took a shaky breath, studying Bishop’s dark eyes. “I’ve spent years in therapy learning how to accept what happened, how to stop letting it define me. But confronting the people who called themselves my family and then abandoned me when I needed them the most? I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to make peace with that.”

Bishop could see the wheels turning in your head, and he let you speak without interruption. The words seemed to be coming a little less haltingly now, and he took that as a good sign.

But then your eyes slid from his, to study intently at the pattern on the sheets. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you,” you whispered. “I just… didn’t know how to start that conversation. I didn’t want to scare you away. This – all of this baggage has spoiled a lot of relationships.”

You paused, wiping an errant tear away with your index finger. “I see the change in the way they look at me. I see the pity, the uneasiness. People learn about this part of my past and it brands me forever. No one has ever been able to really stomach it and eventually, they all walk away.” You closed your eyes, finding no reason to keep them open, sure that when you woke in the morning, Bishop would be gone.

Your heart missed a quiet beat in your chest when, instead, you felt Bishop’s fingers tucked beneath your chin, raising your face up to his. Your eyes fluttered open to see his unchanged expression looking back at you. You searched, but there was no shame, no uncertainty. No regret.

“Don’t apologize to me, sweetheart,” he said quietly. “What happened to you is your story to tell. You get to tell it to me at your own pace. Hey,” he urged, gripping your chin firmly. Your bottom lip trembled as tears stung the corners of your eyes, determined to hold his gaze. “I am not the people in your past. I see how tough you are. You overcame something so fucking terrible, and you’re still standing. That’s the definition of strength, querida.”

His arms wrapped around you completely, pulling you against his chest beneath the covers. He pressed a kiss to your temple, one of his strong hands cradling your head. “I’m not scared. And I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured, feeling the heaviness of sleep weighing you down. “It’s you and me, baby. Together.”

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clanoffetts · 4 years ago

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Don’t Call Me That | Bishop Losa x fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, Bishop is kind of a dick this season but it’s ok he just needs therapy and to stop killing people (but won’t go so reader is his therapy)

Summary: Bishop’s been neglecting his girl lately. One night, after a week of Bishop bailing on your plans, Bishop breaks down and you try to solve your issues.

Bishop’s nights at the clubhouse have been getting longer and longer. And every time he comes home, loud in his drunkenness, you feign sleep. Little does he know, you can’t sleep when he’s out that late. Not since the attacks on the club that left Coco a half-blind mess and Riz dead. And every morning before you left for work, you’d tell him, “I’m going to make dinner tonight. I’d like it if you came home in time to eat with me.”

And he says, “I will try, querida,” or “You know I try my best, querida.” But he doesn’t, because if he did he would walk through the door at anytime before 10 o’clock to eat dinner with his girlfriend. He could always leave after, and go be with the club. You knew it was important for him to have a kind of omnipresence, being El Presidente and all, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

Tonight was no different. Pasta cooked, plate fixed, wine poured, you sat on the couch. Alone. The first night you’d set the table, made Bishop’s plate, set out some beers with your wine, but you soon realized that was a lot of work going to waste.

You’d cleaned the kitchen, boxed up the leftovers, showered and crawled into bed when Bishop got home around 2 am. Tonight he caught you off guard, you didn’t have time to turn the lamp and TV off so you could pretend to be unbothered in your sleep. “Querida?”

You look to the door and see him standing there. “Obispo,” you acknowledge him with bare minimum before looking back at the TV.

In your peripheral you watch him take off his kutte, then his shirt, his shoes, his jeans. Left in his boxers, he climbs up on the mattress. His breath doesn’t smell of alcohol tonight, just cigarettes. “How was your day?” he asks, reclining next to you with his hands behind his head.

“It was fine,” you reply, still trained on the TV even though a commercial was on. “How was your, Obispo?”

“Will you stop calling me that?”

You laugh a little. “It’s your name, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he says. “But you don’t call me that.” His hand searches for yours but you move it to run through your hair, and you can almost see the look on his face. A kind of fear Bishop Losa does not often convey.

You shut off the TV. “I’m tired,” you say. “And obviously you are too, Obispo, if you think I shouldn’t call you by your name.”

“Querida,” he says. “Will you look at me?” His voice is soft now, his tiredness and fear coming through. You can’t help it, you turn your head and look at him. “Why are you mad at me?”

“I’m not,” you reply, almost choking on your own lie.

He shakes his head. His hand finally finds yours. “You only call me Obispo when you’re mad.”

“I don’t know what you want me to call you, Obispo, if not your name.”

There’s a flash of anger in his eyes but it’s gone with the next blink of his eyes. “Don’t play dumb,” he demands. “You call me Bishop, at the very least. You call Bish, or B, or love. Not Obispo.”

You suck in a breath before answering, “Ok, Bishop, now can I go to bed?”

His hand comes up to your cheek to keep you looking at him. His other squeezes your hand tighter. “I know I’ve been missing dinner, but the MC is such a mess right now and we’ve got a big plan-“

“The plan is more important than me?” You cut him off. “You can’t spare an hour to come home and eat with your girlfriend? You could always come here and go back. All I want is you to show me you care.”

When you finally stop talking, you have tears rolling down your face. Bishop’s eyes are welling with tears, and you can tell he’s trying to stop them from falling. “It’s ok to be vulnerable, Bish,” you whisper. He still has such trouble being vulnerable with you, but you know it’s not his fault.

At the return of his nickname, he breaks. He falls into your arms and you let him. You don’t know what’s happening with the Mayans, you know it’s illegal and you know it’s scary and that’s all. But whatever this big plan was, it was taking a toll on your Bish.

“You’re right, querida, you’re right,” he murmurs. “And I do care, so much, and I need to show you that. I’m so sorry.”

Your hands massage his scalp as he finally lets sobs rack his body, this has been a long time coming. “Shh,” you try to comfort. “I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t be so passive aggressive. I should’ve told you I was upset.”

He pulls away from you, hands on your shoulders and looking into your eyes. There’s so much pain. “I love you, querida,” he says. “And I’m going to make sure you know it. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning and when you come home I’ll make you dinner and we’ll eat together and then...I don’t know what else,” he’s almost out of breath from his rambling. “Whatever you want, we’ll do it.”

Your heart melts. You haven’t completely forgiven him, there are some things that just need time. But you reach a hand out to his cheek, running it down to his chin where his beard has started to gray. “I love you, too, Bish,” you whisper. “We both have things to work on. Together.”

He nods, and the next thing you know his lips are on yours. The amount of raw emotion in the kiss takes your breath away, both of your cheeks are still wet from tears, your hands grope at each other in a fit of pure passion.

When you pull away you hold his head in your hands. “We’ll get through this. You’ll get through whatever the club is doing.”

“And I’ll get through it by making more time for you, querida,” he whispers. “I need you. More than I’d like to admit.”

You laugh a little at his stubbornness. This was your Bish. “You also need rest more than you’d like to admit.” You lean over and turn off the lamp before laying down and cuddling him into your chest. “Let me take care of you sometimes, Bish. Like I said, we both need to work on some things.”

“Alright, querida,” he whispers. “Love you.”

He’s already snoring before you can respond.

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drabbles-mc · 4 years ago

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Bishop Losa x Reader

Request by @jmvalhalla1998: Hi there! I guess this would be a request but is it possible to do a Bishop x Reader where her ex comes to town with them nothing talking to each other at all he doesn’t know she is with Bish so he tries to win her back causing Bish to get protective/territorial? You can make them engaged or have the reader pregnant if it makes it more interesting.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: This was oodles of fun to write. Who doesn’t love to see Bishop getting a little worked up and protective??

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You were looking at all the fresh produce in front of you, trying to figure out what exactly you wanted to pick up for dinner. Once Bishop got back from his run, he was going to be home all weekend and for you, that was worth celebrating. You toyed with the ring dangling at the end of your necklace chain, telling yourself that you had to get around to going to the jewelers to get it re-sized so you would actually wear it on your left hand. You tucked it back underneath the collar of your shirt as you started plucking a few things to put into your cart.

You were off to pick up the last of your dinner items when you heard an all-too-familiar voice, “Y/N?”

You spun around, your heart dropping into your stomach as you came face-to-face with your ex. You hadn’t seen or heard from him in three years, and that worked out incredibly well for you. He wasn’t missed by you. “What’re you doing here?” your tone had no sweetness to it.

He laughed, “That’s a funny way to say ‘I miss you’.”

“I don’t.”

“Oh come on, don’t be like that,” he forged onward despite the fact that you were letting him know that you wanted nothing to do with him, “I’m gonna be back in town for a few weeks because of work. Offer still stands, if you wanna get out of this town you’re more than welcome to come with me.”

You scoffed, “Absolutely not.”

You started to push your cart away when he spoke up again, “What’re you up to these days, anyway? You seeing anyone?”

You sighed, “As a matter of fact, yes, I am.”

He scanned the store, “Oh?”

You rolled your eyes, “Some people trust their partners to go places without them.”

He gave you a once-over, eyes lingering far too long, “I wouldn’t let you outta my sight.”

“Yea, you made that abundantly clear a few years ago. If you had any long-term memory at all you’d remember that that was half the reason I let you leave without me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to finish my grocery shopping,” you huffed and walked away, desperate to get out of the store and as far away from him as possible.

You tried your hardest to push the interaction from your mind as you worked on putting dinner together when you got home. You had gotten a text from Bishop that he was less than an hour out and it made you get your butt in gear and start cooking. If you timed it right, it would be done just after he got home. He always told you that you didn’t need to make a fuss when he came back from runs, but you couldn’t help it. And truthfully, you knew that he enjoyed it.

You were setting out plates and silverware when you heard the door open. You looked up, a smile on your face when you saw Bishop standing in the doorway. He dropped his bag to the floor and held his arms out. You couldn’t help but to laugh as you ran over and jumped into his arms, letting him sweep you off the floor and spin you around in a hug.

You hooked your legs around his waist and kissed him, “I missed you.”

He chuckled as he hooked his hands together underneath your legs, “I missed you too.”

You let him go unpack and change into a more comfortable set of clothes while you finished bringing everything to the table. You smiled as you felt his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you so that your back was pressed up against his chest. He pressed kisses along your shoulder and neck.

“I told you, you don’t have to do all this.”

You smiled, resting your hands on top of his, “I know I don’t have to. I want to, though. It gives me a reason to actually do something with myself besides miss you while you’re gone.”

He chuckled, “You’re breaking my heart, querida.”

The two of you had dinner together, and all you could think about was how nice it was to have him home again. You knew that his life was never going to allow him to be home all the time, and you accepted that, but that acceptance never made you miss him any less. You couldn’t stop staring at him as he gave you all the highlights of the run.

After dinner, the two of you were curled up in bed watching a movie. You idly toyed with the ring on the end of your necklace chain as you soaked up all of Bishop’s body heat underneath your mountain of blankets. As your fingers slid across the smooth metal band, the events that happened at the grocery store all came racing back and you instantly felt a knot forming in your stomach all over again.

Bishop felt you tense up and he looked over at you, “Everything alright, sweetheart?”

You nodded, “Yea. I just, um, there was something I forgot to mention.”

He paused the movie, “What’s going on?”

You had no idea how to start this conversation with him. Nothing really happened, but you still felt like you should tell him, “When I was at the store today, I, uh, I ran into my ex.”

His brows furrowed. He wasn’t the type to get jealous, but he also knew that your ex hadn’t treated you well and that was his real issue. “What happened? I thought that he was gone?”

You shrugged, “He’s back in town for a while for work I guess. I don’t think that he’s a real threat or anything I just, I don’t know,” you shook your head, “I felt so skeeved out after talking to him, that’s all. I’m not telling you because I want you to do anything about it, I just figured I should let you know.”

He’d never met your ex—he was long gone by the time that you and Bishop had gotten together. But the stories that you told him were enough. The protective part of him was kicking into gear as he processed what you were telling him. Even though you said that you didn’t want him to do anything about it, that was exactly what he was planning to do.

“Hey,” you gently squeezed his arm, “Obispo, I mean it. Don’t do anything stupid—he’s not worth it.”

He kissed your forehead, “I love you.”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “I love you too, but that’s not a response to what I just said.”

He pulled you closer, your face resting against his chest, “It’s my response to everything you say.”

You didn’t push it, knowing that whatever Bishop was thinking about doing wasn’t anything that you were going to be able to talk him out of. The more you thought about it, the more you hoped that the odds would be on your side and that the two of them just wouldn’t cross paths for however long your ex was in town. They didn’t run in the same circles, so maybe, just maybe, you’d luck out.

Those thoughts got pushed from your mind, though, as Bishop started peppering kisses along your neck and jaw. You laughed and melted into him, happy to forget about whatever the future was going to hold that was out of your control.

The next morning, Bishop was up bright and early. He nudged you awake, telling you he wanted to take you out to coffee and breakfast at the café in town. As much as you wanted to stay in bed and do absolutely nothing all day, it had been a while since the two of you had a breakfast date, so you agreed.

He took you on the bike, which you loved. There was something exhilarating about not just riding through town on the back of his bike, but also just walking around with your hand entwined with his. Even when he was off the clock, he was almost always in his kutte. It made him stand out a little more but you didn’t mind it, especially because some of that confidence seeped over into you. There was something special about the president of the MC doting on you, keeping you pressed up against his side as you made your way through town.

His phone rang right before you walked into the café. He looked down at the screen and then back to you, “Want to grab us a table? I’ll be right in. Less than five, I promise.”

You smiled, shaking your head, “Anything for you,” you gave him a quick peck on the lips before walking in and asking for a table for two.

You were scanning over the menu when you heard footsteps approaching your table. You assumed it was going to be Bishop, or a waiter, but instead you looked up and into the face of the man you hoped you would go the next few weeks without seeing again.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

You sighed, muttering somewhat under your breath, “You gotta be kidding me.”

Without bothering to ask, he pulled out the chair across from you and sat down, “Some might say that this is a sign.”

“A warning sign, maybe,” you said with a shake of your head, “I’m engaged. Let it go.”

“Engaged and going out to breakfast by yourself?”

“I’m not by my—”

He held his hand up to stop you, “C’mon, just grab one drink with me tonight. One drink, and if you still want nothing to do with me, I’ll leave you alone forever.”

You looked up and you saw Bishop standing behind his chair, looking larger than life. You pressed your lips together, waiting for your fiancé to say something. He cleared his throat, “Sounds like something you should be doing anyway.”

He instinctively went to push the chair back, but Bishop was blocking him in. his hand came to rest on your ex’s shoulder, and from the look of pain on the man’s face, Bishop was exercising his grip strength a little bit.

“Y/N mentioned that you were back in town.”

“Oh? She did?”

“Yea,” Bishop’s other hand gripped his free shoulder, “she also mentioned that you have a bad habit of not minding your fucking business.”

Your ex was all but trembling in his seat, and it would’ve been a lie to say that you weren’t enjoying every second of the scene unfolding in front of you. You didn’t need Bishop to look out for you, but you enjoyed that he did anyway. And, judging by the satisfied smirk that was creeping onto his face, Bishop enjoyed it too.

“Look, I’m just saying,” you could tell that your ex was scrambling to string the words together, “she seems to be on her own an awful lot. Must get lonely.”

“And you’re just here to remedy that loneliness, is that it?” Bishop’s tone was begging him to say something stupid.

“Well, someone should.”

“Hmm,” you could see his grip tightening on your ex’s shoulders, “You’ve certainly given me a lot to think about,” he leaned down so that he could speak a little quieter, “But god help me if I ever see you anywhere near my wife ever again I will break every one of your fingers, one at a time, and then make you drive yourself home. We clear?”

He nodded, fear written all over his face, “C-clear.”

“Good,” Bishop finally released his grip, “Now get the fuck out so we can have breakfast.”

He stood up, giving you one last look to see if you had anything to say. You gave him a sickly sweet smile and waved goodbye without a word, and he scampered out the door. You turned your attention back to Bishop, who was sitting down in his seat.

You smiled at him as he sat down, reaching your hands across the table so you could hold them in your own, “How good did that feel?” there was a hint of laughter in your voice.

He smiled at you, his voice quiet, “Really fucking good.”

You gave his hands a light squeeze, “Also, getting a preview of what it’s going to be like hearing you refer to me as your wife? What a rush,” you giggled.

He lifted your hands up and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “You’ve got a whole lifetime of that ahead of you, sweetheart.”

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