#bishop losa imagine

[imagineredwood]

Summoned

Summary: The guys all share you, their perfect girl, but when Bishop requests you first thing in the morning and finds out that someone has already gotten to you early, he's not exactly thrilled.

Pairing: Bishop Losa x female reader

Warnings: Free use implied, oral sex female receiving, overstimulation, quite literally flicking the bean 🫘

Word count: 1K

A/N: ........not requested, I’ve just had this in my brain and drafts for a long time and have been holding off, not sure if this was gonna land well but I finally said fuck it and found the courage to post it and now we’re here. Probably going to turn it into a series like the Crybaby one

The hand on your lower back was warm as it touched you gently. You paused pouring the coffee into the mug and turned, finding EZ standing there with a smile. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek near your eye, your lashes ticking him as your eye fluttered closed.

"Bish wants to see you."

You nodded, a small bashful smile coming to your lips. EZ used the hand on your back to usher you towards the Templo door and you went, knocking gently even though you were requested.  His voice was muffled when it told you to come in but you still heard it. You slid the door and walked in, Bishop's eyes on you as soon as you appeared. His eyes raked over you.

Taking in the sway of your hips as you walked.

The way your breasts looked so soft in your top, your nipples slightly visible. They weren't hard, but you had long since stopped wearing bras in the clubhouse when it was just the boys and you. He watched your thighs as they led out of your shorts, smooth and begging to be bit. Bishop was gentle with you, mostly. But he could also be harsh sometimes. Deep bites and sharp spanks. Especially when he felt undermined or disregarded.

And this week he had been made to feel both plenty.

You walked all the way up to him, hands folded neatly in front of you as you looked at him, waiting. He simply took a long drag from his cigar, eyes dark and lusting as they stared up at you.

"Shorts off. Sit in front of me."

His other hand tapped the table right in front of him and you nodded, shimmying out of your shorts and hopping up onto the table. You sat there still, legs slightly spread, hands resting on the table on either side of your knees. Bishop continued to smoke, eyes on you.

"Lean back a little."

You listened and moved your hands behind you, propping yourself up a bit as you leaned back.

"Good girl. You always do what you're told."

You smiled softly, the tiny breath you let out at the praise running straight to the President's cock.

"Because that's what you are. Right? You're a good girl for us? You take whatever we give you with a smile?"

You nodded again, your eyes bright and Bishop could tell all your thoughts were melting away.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes, Bishop."

He took a deep drag again before putting the cigar down to rest on the ashtray, leaning forward. His fingers were warm as they trailed over the front of your panties, running up and down along your slit. He watched your breathing quicken but he kept up with his teasing for a handful of minutes before he finally hooked his index finger in the corner of the fabric, pulling it to the side and exposing your pussy to him. It was puffy, more so than usual, and he chucked, knowing exactly what had taken place.

"Angel ate you out this morning, didn't he."

You giggled breathlessly and nodded.

"Uh, yeah. He woke me up."

Bishop nodded, knowing exactly how your sensitive skin looked when the bearded man eagerly ravaged you with his mouth. They all did. Angel would pin your hips down with his forearms and you had nowhere to escape from the scratch of the coarse hair nor his unrelenting tongue. Bishop chuckled and tapped his finger against your clit, getting the exact jolt from you that he was expecting.

"Poor little thing. Must be so sensitive."

You nodded and bit your lip as you looked down and watched him. You knew him well enough to know the sympathy was inauthentic. His hand reared back and delivered a slap, your thighs closing slightly of their own volition. It wasn't a hard slap, but the sensitivity heightened the feeling. He did it again, and again, then once more, chucking darkly at your soft whimpers. He cupped you with his hand and then rubbed along you, using the palm of his hand to dig into your lips and clit each time his hand reached your mound. He removed his hand then and you sighed, thinking that maybe he was done with the torture. Instead, he used his fingers to spread you open, your clit bare and fully exposed. You swallowed, eyes trained on him, wondering what he was going to do next. You expected maybe another slap. Perhaps a kiss if he was feeling generous.

You weren't expecting the sharp direct flick that had you squealing. Your thighs instinctively tried to close but Bishop wedged his shoulders forward, forcing them open.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you were playing favorites."

You shook your head feverishly, eyes trained on him.

"No, no. Of course not."

The President stared at you for a handful of seconds more, your eyes pleading. For what exactly, you weren't sure, but he nodded once and then placed his hands on your hips, dragging you closer to his mouth. He didn't say anything else after that, simply burying his face into you. He attacked your clit on purpose, knowing Angel had likely not taken it easy on you.

Neither would he.

He kissed and sucked and moaned and growled and laved his tongue against you, hands preventing you from getting away as your hips bucked and writhed. It didn't take long for you to reach the edge, hands gripping his forearms, your nails biting into his skin as you came. By the time your vision had returned, he was sitting back in his chair again, cigar between his lips once again. You sat back upright and he chuckled at the state of you.

Eyes glazed over. Mouth hung open ever so slightly. Cheeks warm. Chest heaving. He admired you, drinking in your beauty as you sat before him trying to gather yourself. You were wrecked and he hadn't even taken his cock out yet. 

Yet.

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[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 3- Exhibitionism

Bishop Losa x fem!reader

Word count- 1.2k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), fingering, public sex, hint at a bj,dirty talk, praise kink, cum eating, reader wears short shorts and a low cut top, no use of y/n

Notes- I had SO much fun writing this one y'all have no idea! And it was something a little different for me too! Prompt list made by me. Enjoy!

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“Nice shot, baby,” Bishop purred as you sank another ball in the net.

The two of you played pool in the clubhouse while everyone else gathered and drank and laughed. Angel and Coco played darts in the corner, and they squabled like siblings when each thought the other was losing. Visitors from other chapters of the Mayans filled the clubhouse, and everyone was having a great time.

But all Bishop could focus on was you. How sexy you looked when you bent over the pool table to take your shot. How your brow furrowed in concentration, your determination to beat him apparent on your face. How your breasts started to spill out of your top. How your shorts were just short enough to show a little hint of asscheck, something Bishop always loved.

Vaguely, you were aware of Bishop's heavy gaze on you, but you were too focused on your shot to put your full attention to. You cursed under your breath when you missed your next shot, but when you turned to him next to you, your heart pounded in your chest. Sweat lined your brow, and it wasn’t just from the heat inside the space.

Bishop eyed you up and down with a smirk on his face, “Baby you’re so fuckin’ sexy when you care about a stupid game of pool like that,” his tone was low as he sauntered towards you, closing the space between your bodies and settling slightly behind you.

“Bish,” you couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped your lips as he caressed your hips and pressed his body against yours. But, as he grasped your ass, giving it a little smack, you let out a low moan that would have caught the attention of anyone nearby if it weren’t for a roar of laughter that erupted at the same time.

“I bet I could fuck you with my fucking fingers right here and no one would notice,” Bishop groaned into your ear as he nibbled on your neck and a hand dripped under the hem of your shorts.

“You what?!” you were caught off guard by his words. But, as he tickled your pussy every so slightly, you found any care you might have had vanished.

“Do you want me to, baby?” Bishop purred, “You want me to fuck you with my fingers right here? Let anyone who might notice see you cum on my fuckin’ fingers?”

If you said the word, Bishop would pull away, albeit he would definitely take you into a closet or bathroom and fuck you in private instead. You felt his hardening cock against your thigh and you let out another moan. The room spun as you thought it over, “I want you to,” you finally whispered as you turned your head and kissed him deeply.

“Let me hear you say it, sweetheart,” he murmured as he bucked his hips against your body and sank his hand lower into your shorts, feeling the warmth of your cunt under his fingers.

“I want you to fuck me with your fingers… Right here,” your tone was low and sultry and dripped with need, “And let anyone watch as you make me cum.”

“That’s my girl,” Bishop growled as he suddenly dove two fingers into your pussy.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion and lurched forward to grab onto the pool table for balance. Bishop stayed close, using his body to support you from behind as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, “Fuck baby… So wet for me.”

All you could do was moan as your body quickly warmed from his touch. 

Bishop wrapped his other arm around your body and cupped at your breast through your shirt, rubbing at your nipple through the fabric, “Does it turn you on, sweetheart?” he asked in a deep voice, “That anyone could look over and see you like this?”

“Y-yes,” you admitted in a whisper.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, “Anyone could look over here and see how fucking sexy you look like this,” he thrust his fingers more roughly into you, hitting spots deep inside you, “But they can only see your face, baby… This fucking pussy,” he gave another harsh thrust, “Is mine.”

“Yours,” you moaned as you saw stars. You gripped the table so hard you almost felt like it could break under your grasp, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t care about anything else other than how good Bishop fucked you with his fingers, and how much you craved your release.

“That’s my good girl,” Bishop praised as his rubbed your clit with his thumb, “So fuckin’ good taking my fingers right here in the fucking clubhouse.”

“Bish…”

Suddenly he froze. When you let out a whine, he murmured your name, “Looks like we caught someone’s attention, baby.”

You opened your eyes, not even realizing you had closed them, noticing a prospect from the other chapter across the room. His eyes bore into you and his thoughts were easy to read from the look on his face. His jaw clenched and he had a grip on his beer bottle so tight that he might shatter at any second.

“Why don’t we give him a show?” you purred as you turned and gave Bishop a heated kiss.

“I fucking love you, baby,” Bishop chased your lips when you broke away and kissed you once more before he started thrusting his fingers into you once more.

You moaned loudly against his lips as you rested your head on his shoulder, surrendering yourself to the Mayan completely. Your mind swam as you felt your orgasm quickly build from Bishop hitting your sweet spot over and over again while his thumb grazed your clit.

“He can watch, baby,” Bishop growled as he picked up his pace, “But he can’t have you,” his tone dropped as his grip on you tightened, “You’re fucking mine.”

“Yours… Yes… Fuck…”

“That’s it, sweetheart, cum for me,” Bishop groaned as he felt your inner muscles clench around his fingers, “Show that fucking prospect what he can’t have.”

With that, you came hard with a scream. Your entire body trembled as you fought to keep yourself upright against the pool table, and you felt yourself gush onto Bishop’s fingers. He talked you through your climax, mumbling praises and curses in your ear as you rode out your high on his fingers.

The only reason no one else noticed was because the prospect snapped his beer bottle in his head the moment you screamed, and everyone else was too busy watching him to notice what you and Bishop were up to on the other side of the room. Some of the others cursed and berated the prospect, but a fierce look from Bishop kept him quiet about why he suddenly caused a scene.

“That’s my good girl,” Bishop cooed your ear in a softer tone as he pulled out of you, “So fucking sexy,” he added as he turned you to face him and made you watch as he licked his fingers clean, “And delicious too.”

“Bish!” you playfully chastised him with a light smack on his shoulder as your face felt hot, “That was really hot, though,” you admitted as you shimmied your shoulders softly and placed your hands on his chest, “How about I return the favor?” your tone dropped as you slowly sank to your knees, “Right fucking here.”

Bishop’s eyes went wide and a pulse of need shot through his veins, “Baby, I fuckin’ love you,” he blurted out as he readied himself for your mouth.

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[dallianceangel]

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐨 💔😭

Here’s another drabble for you, a sad one at that. 💔

💔 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 💔

“It’s him, isn’t it?” Angel asks, feeling physically sick. He knew you and him had reached the end of the road ages ago, but he never imagined the man you’d leave him for would be a fellow Mayan.

“Yes,” you reply, warm tears streaming down your face.

You’re expecting Angel to launch at him, but all he does is turn around and storm out of the clubhouse.

“He’ll never forgive us,” You sigh, hearing him start up his bike before riding away.

Bishop pulls you closer towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head against yours.

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[obsessedasusual]

Lonely No More - Eight

Bishop Losa x OC Series

Summary: There was never a dull moment, being the only Reyes sister. But between overbearing brothers, being the family peacekeeper, and countless disaster dates, Amalia finds herself wishing she had someone to unwind with after a hectic day. Funnily enough, Bishop Losa wishes for the same thing.

Warnings: swearing, feels, everything MC related really

Note: -2k hellloooooo!!!! When I tell you I have had the first half of this written since my last bloody upload I’m not kidding🫣🫣 I won’t try to defend myself, I’ll just leave this for you to chew on byeeeeee

It had been four days since the incident, as Amalia was now calling it.

Four days and she hadn’t heard from Bishop. She hadn’t been running past his house as usual, she had however heard a Harley ride past each morning and night. It seemed Bishop wasn’t swaying from his usual route to the club, just deciding to not stop in.

No texting, no calling, no notes.

Radio silence.

She had also been avoiding her brothers, which wasn’t hard. Angel had tried to call her once which she had ignored, instead flicking a text his way saying, sorry busy with work, will call you back, she hadn’t, and he hadn’t tried again.

She even turned the other way when she almost ran into Gilly at the grocery store the day prior. Instead pushing her cart down the aisle of baby bottles and nappies. She was sure she’d successfully dodged him and he hadn’t seen her. He had, but figured she wasn’t in the mood to talk and let her be.

Her mind was stuck on that night, replaying it over and over. It was obviously a mistake. Had to have been. There was no way he had meant to kiss her.

Her friend Zoe had been let in on the secret when she came knocking, worried about her best friend’s sudden dazed mood. Well… Zoe had been let in on how she had made out with a guy and it was great, amazing, fantastic but it was bad, terrible, never should have happened. The fact that the ‘guy’ was a slightly older President of a fucking outlaw club was conveniently left out.

“You can’t be this torn up over a kiss and not give me any details!” Zoe had pouted over a cup of coffee.

Amalia paced the length of her dining table, hands on her forehead in frustration, “it’s not the kiss that’s the issue! Well, okay it’s kind of the kiss but it’s more to do with who the kiss was with!”

“Which was who?”

“I… I can’t say,” Amalia sighed, “it was just with someone it really shouldn’t have been with and now he won’t talk to me and I don’t know what this means or what happens from here. Do I just ignore it too? What if I see him around? I mean, I’m definitely gonna see him around this town is only so big-“

“So he’s a local?”

“And if my brothers ever found out Jesus Christ they would have my head on a platter. They’d kill me! They would actually kill me. They’d never speak to me again-“

“I’m sure they’d be okay with it-“

“Ha! Okay with it? You don’t know my brothers, they’d hit the roof. Angel especially, oh shit Angel-“

“Okay! A! You need to stop and take a breather, seriously. Just talk to me. We can talk it out and work out what to do.” Zoe stood from her seat, gently touching Amalia’s arm and steering her toward a chair.

“Take a breath. Okay, why is this freaking you out so much?”

Amalia looked from her friend to the ground, “I shouldn’t be involved with him.”

“Could you tell me why? If you like him and he likes you-“

“He doesn’t like me, Zo,” she interrupted, mumbling slightly, “It was just a caught in the moment sort of thing. And, even if he did. We couldn’t be involved.”

Zoe sighed, “You’ve said that, but why?”

“It’s… complicated.” The Reyes sister was right. It was complicated.

“Is he a friend of Angel’s?” If she wasn’t going to give straight answers, Zoe was going to start guessing.

Instead of answering, Amalia hesitated before nodding slowly. A friend… kind of. His boss. His President.

“You said he wouldn’t talk to you, have you tried calling him?” Zoe suggested causing Amalia to look down and shake her head.

Zoe continued, “Maybe you should? A simple phone call and this could all be fixed.”

Amalia rested her forehead against her clasped hands and sighed heavily, barely listening to her friend.

“It’ll get sorted out, A. It’ll be okay.”

Four days on, and it still had yet to be “sorted out”.

Had she tried to call him?

No.

Had he tried to call her?

Also no.

That shouldn’t have been cause for concern. Afterall, they’d had many days go by without a phone call before. But that was before. Before everything turned to shit in Amalia’s mind.

Her mind decided to torture her each night when she attempted to get a full night’s rest, teasing her with made up images of Bishop with another woman on his lap at a club party. Quite happily lapping up the attention.

She was sure that wasn’t the case, and even if it was, so what? He could do as he wanted. He was a single man. He could hook up with whoever he wanted. So why did the thought fill the brunette with so much dread?

Another sleepless night eventually led to morning and Amalia dragged herself out of bed, begrudgingly threw on an office appropriate outfit, washed her face and took a deep breath to ready herself for another day of seemingly meaningless work.

The day passed slowly. Send an email, answer a call, read an email, stare blankly at a report that was due tomorrow, wonder why James from sales insisted on hitting ‘reply all’ on an all company email for his reply of:

Thanks,

James.

Her mind numbing train of thought was gratefully interrupted by the short vibration of her phone, the contact on screen reading, Angel

Heads up if you see pop, he’s in a pissy mood.

Relevant enough to not be suspicious, but Amalia knew her brother well enough to know this was an attempt to break the wall of silence she had put between them.

Same with Ez.

Came a second text. Amalia typed out her reply.

Any particular reason?

Dunno. Come to the club later.

Amalia internally groaned. The freaking club. Why couldn’t he suggest his place like a normal brother?

Not in much of a party mood.

Chill. I meant to talk to your little brother.

Oh. Well, stopping by EZ’s trailer was out of the way of the club.. kind of. She could probably be in and out without raising the attention of the President. And if her brother needed her, that had to take priority, right?

Fine. Be there after work.

-

Amalia’s stomach was in knots as she drew closer to the club.

‘Sneak in, sneak out, you’ll be fine.’ She kept reminding herself.

If she saw Bishop she had a plan; hold her head high and carry on like the mature adult she was.

Putting her car in park, she gripped her steering wheel and drew a deep breath.

Get out of the car, she thought to herself, get out and beeline for the trailer.

She did just that.

Walking as light on her feet as she could without looking like she was guilty of something to draw as little attention as possible, she kept her head down and made her play straight for the trailer.

Chucky spotted her from the office window and waved out excitedly, she waved back, but apart from the likeable oddball, it seemed there was no one else around.

Good.

It was quiet around EZ’s trailer, as it usually is. Amalia hoped it meant he was tucked up inside minding his own business and not with the guys in the clubhouse.

“EZ!” She called as she approached the door, tapping twice, “You in here?”

She could hear a rustling coming from inside along with a muffled, “Just a sec!”

More rustling followed before finally the small door swung open to reveal the smiling younger brother.

“Hey, A. What’s up?” EZ leaned out the door but didn’t make any move to actually remove himself from his trailer, resulting in him towering over his sister - more than usual.

She gave him a little smile and shrugged, “Just hadn’t seen you around for a bit. Thought I’d check in.”

If EZ wanted to call bullshit he didn’t, instead playfully rolling his eyes, “I’m good, A. Nothing new to report here.”

Amalia knew her brother well enough to know he was lying. But she also knew she couldn’t push him too much, he was like Angel in that way.

She nodded, “Okay well… do you wanna go grab a coffee or something? I could do with a little outing.”

That wasn’t a lie, she could really do with the distraction.

She registered footsteps approaching from behind as EZ replied, “Uh, nah I’m good. Sorry just…” he shrugged, “kinda caught up with something at the moment.”

His smile was forced this time, eyes shooting between her and Angel who had just graced them with his presence. She didn’t acknowledge the oldest brother, attention still on EZ.

“You sure you’re good, EZ?”

Angel piped up, “I heard coffee. I’m down. Be good for some… sibling bonding or some shit.”

Clearly beginning to feel like he was being interrogated, the youngest Reyes pursed his lips and looked between his two siblings.

“What is this?” He started, glaring between them, “Some kind of intervention? You two gossiping about me now?”

While Amalia prepared to defend herself, Angel just shrugged and spoke first, “You’ve been acting weird lately. Pissed all the time. Same with pop. We’re just wondering what’s going on.”

“There’s nothing going on,” EZ stressed, “God you two need your own lives. Honestly, I’m good. Now if you don’t mind…” he gestured to the trailer, “I’m kinda busy right now.”

“Wait, EZ-“ Amalia was cut off by the door swinging closed, taking her younger brother with it. She turned to Angel, “What was that?”

Angel shrugged and looked at the trailer, “He’s been like that for a few days. Doesn’t say much to me.”

Since their mother’s passing, Amalia had tried really hard not to step into the ‘overbearing mother figure’ role. It wasn’t her job. And her brothers were both adults, she couldn’t expect them to tell her every detail about their lives. But in situations like this, when she could clearly see something wasn’t right, the urge to dig grew stronger.

Not my circus, not my monkeys.

Angel nudged her and they began walking back to her car, Amalia noted they were absentmindedly taking the long way, close to the clubhouse.

“Do you think it’s club shit?” She questioned, clocking Angel shaking his head in her peripheral.

“Nah. Things are decent at the moment. I think it’s gotta be something to do with him and Pop.”

Amalia sighed, “And like always, we’re the last to hear about it.”

“Yup.”

While they continued their slow walk toward her car, Amalia could feel eyes on her from afar. Turning her head slightly she found her gaze locked with that of the Mayan President. Gee what a surprise.

She quickly reverted her gaze and let it drop to the ground in front of her. Angel came to a stop and leant against an old fence, Amalia following suit.

“What about you?” Angel questioned. She look at her brother confused before he continued, “Are you okay? Didn’t hear from you for a while. Not like you.”

Amalia took a deep breath and looked around the yard, catching Bishop’s eye again. Neither moved their gaze this time, locked in a staring battle that the Reyes sister was sure to lose, “I’m okay, Angel. Just had some work shit going on. Forgot what a work/life balance was for a second.”

She broke her stare with the President and turned to give her brother a small smile, “I am good, Angel. Promise.”

Liar.

Angel nodded, accepting her answer, “Good. I can’t deal with two fucked up siblings.”

She let out a snort, “Welcome to my life, ‘mano.”

He pushed her and began to walk away, calling over his shoulder, “I’m coming for food this week.”

“Only if you use your manners!” She retorted, laughing when he raised his middle finger in farewell.

Her eyes darted the yard once more, again locking with Bishop’s from the porch. Man had a real staring problem apparently.

So he can openly stare at me but can’t send a girl a text?

Again being the first to break eye contact she quickly turned and headed for her car, readying herself to once again hide away and overthink what Bishop’s staring could mean.

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Hi! Please could I have 16. "I need you to ride me babe. Right now" With Bishop if that's ok? 😊

This is MORE than okay! Haven't written any Bish smut in a minute, so this was fun!

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

"I need you to ride me babe. Right now."

His wish is your command, climbing astride his hips, giving his deliciously thick cock a deft squeeze before steering it towards your streaming cunt. God, his fingers and tongue got you wetter than you could ever remember, the rough scratch of his thickly stubbled chin against your pulsing little hole as he'd devoured your clit with sucks and licks... wow. No other words, just wow.

The man would never ever thirst with his mouth between your legs, that's for certain.

"Holy shit, sweetheart," he pants, grasping your waist as you push your feet into the bed, beginning to lever yourself up and down upon him. "Fuck, you got me drenched."

You wink, running your hands down his well-defined chest. "Not surprising, how good you are to me with your mouth. Now, lay back and watch yourself getting ridden."

He groans, all earth and grit, eyes closing for a moment, a whispered string of expletives leaving his mouth as he feels your hot cunt hugging his shaft. "Ain't no better sight in the world to watch than that, querida."

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TheWall! Series Part Four: Lucky - Bishop Losa x Reader

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Companion Series to:

Complicated - Bishop already knows your secret.

The Wall - Bishop comes home to find you covered in blood.

TheWall!Series:

Part One: Poker Night - Bishop's poker night is interrupted by gunshots.

Part Two: Ambush - Bishop finds out why you were at The Wall that night.

Part Three: Risk - Your dedication to the cause may be the death of you.

Bishop digs a grave. The muscles in his arms burn as he hefts dirt over his shoulder and onto the ground alongside the hole, he’s standing in. There’s blood rushing in his ears, it’s the only sound he can hear as he loses himself in the rhythmic movements of the shovel.

Sweat clings to him despite the cool nighttime air, the high beams from Riz’s truck lighting up the space he’s working in. A couple of metres away Nestor is dragging the first of the bodies across the dusty ground towards the hole. If they want to keep a lid on this they need to dispose of the evidence, which is why there’s a small crew of them clearing up the crime scene.

“You don’t need to help with the clean-up.” Hank had told him back at Vicki’s. “Me and Taza can take care of it.”

“Yea I do.” He says fiercely as he stands at the bottom of the staircase. “It’s the only thing I’m good for right now.”

He can’t stand to be near that bedroom, not while Stitches is working on you. He trusts the other woman implicitly but knowing that she’s cutting into you, cauterising blood vessels and all that other shit puts him on edge. He’s been on the verge of lifting you out of that bed and taking you to the hospital when she’d thundered up the stairs, medical bag slung across her body. He’d never been so relieved to see another person in his life.

When she’d ordered him out of the room, he’d wanted to fight her, but you’d shaken your head. Things were about to get messy, and you needed him to take care of other shit, the shit you couldn’t deal with right now, you trusted him with that. So, he does as he’s told and leaves you in the capable hands of Stitches and Coco.

“It’s going to be a few of hours.” Stitches had said. “One of us will call you when we’ve finished up.”

It’s been two hours and a half already and still there’s been no call.

“That’s deep enough.” Taza says from alongside the hole. “The three of them should fit.”

He’s talking about the men that Rosa and Nestor took out during the ambush, the two who’d blocked your vehicle in with their own and the man who had aimed a high calibre rifle at your chest and pulled the trigger. Bishop wishes that he could resurrect the piece of shit, just so he could murder him all over again. The physical exertion hasn’t curbed that impulse.

It had been Nestor who’d taken out the shooter, he’d been about to reload when the prospect had blown his brains out, spattering them across the desert floor. Bishop doesn’t give a shit about the vote, that man is getting his kutte as soon as they get back to the clubhouse. Tonight, he’s proved his loyalty to both the MC and to you.

Between them they manage to dump the corpses into the hole and fill in the earth around them. Hank is supervising the second crew, cleaning up the scene of the ambush, disposing of the other vehicle and making sure it doesn’t tie back to them. They know the cops will come sniffing around after the massacre at Alice Reed’s place, Bishop wants the whole fucking thing airtight. There can’t be any blow back on them, on you, he won’t allow it.

It's an hour later when they get back to Vicki’s. He sends the others home.

“Rest, recuperate and we’ll discuss all of this shit in the morning.” he tells them before he waves them off.

Taza refuses to leave his side, instead he situates himself at the bar pouring himself another whisky before he offers one to Bishop. Bishop shakes his head; he wants to have his wits about him when Stitches makes an appearance. He knows there’s going to be a lot of shit to process.

When their medic descends the stairs, he’s on his feet immediately, searching her face for clues on your condition. The poor girl looks exhausted, she’s practically swaying by the time she sits down on one of the plush couches. She pats the seat next to her as an indication for him to do the same.

“She’s gonna make it.” Stitches tells him, her voice tinged with fatigue. “She lost a lot of blood so it’s going to take her some time to recover. She’s going to be weak and exhausted over the next couple of weeks while she replenishes, she’s going to need some extra care.”

Bishop reads between the lines. You and Stitches are friends, he knows that she does work for you on the side with the folks who come over the wall. She’s telling him you need to ease off a little, take the time to recover. They both know that isn’t in your nature, that he’s going to have to be firm with you.

“I’ll take care of her.” He promises Stitches. In his head he’s already making the arrangements. You’ll be more comfortable at home he thinks, his place is too sparse. He’ll have to swing by his apartment and grab a few things before they move you. “Give me a list of the shit she needs, and I’ll make sure it’s all in place.”

“Get Nestor to help you.” Stitches suggests as she slips a small notebook out of her back pocket and tears out a prewritten page before handing it to him. “He’s been through something similar before with Rosa, he’s a good guy to lean on in a situation like this.”

Bishop nods his head in understanding before Stitches continues.

“I managed to get the bullet out but there was some damage to the muscle.” She tells him, tapping the space where the bullet pierced your body. “If she wants to maintain mobility in that arm she’s going to have to go to rehab, I can set her up with a clinic once she’s healed but it’ll be expensive since we have to do it under the radar.”

Jesus, he hadn’t even thought of that. It’s a bitter pill to swallow because he knows how active you are. You’re always in motion, a flurry of activity and movement.

“I’ll pay for it.” Bishop says roughly, folding the paper between his fingers before slipping it into the interior pocket of his kutte. “Whatever she needs I’ll take care of it.”

“She got lucky Bish.” Stitches tells him shaking her head. “Just a few centimetres to the right and we’d be having a different conversation.”

“I know.” He tells her, his hands trembling as he runs them through his hair. “Trust me I know.”

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Unannounced

Bishop Losa x OFC

Warnings: 18+, light angst

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: i don't know what this is. i cannot articulate how much i don't know what it is lmao. i had like??? 700 words of this written a long long time ago. reopened the doc. reread it. had no idea what i wanted to do with it so i just stream-of-consciousness'd the rest of it and here we are. Bishop and his long-lost high school sweetheart.

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When Bishop rolled into his driveway to see a car already parked there, he instantly felt himself getting defensive. With everything that had been going on with the club, unexpected visitors didn’t seem to spell out anything but bad news. He felt each muscle throughout his body start to tighten as he cut the engine on his bike and dropped the kickstand.

The car wasn’t one that he recognized. It had California plates, but there was nothing really all that notable about it. No bumper stickers, no dents or scratches. Just slightly dusty black paint on the SUV. He didn’t see the silhouette of anyone sitting inside it, or standing on either side. If the car was simply dropped off in his driveway that only made the entire scene more suspicious.

He left his helmet on the seat of his bike before walking up towards his house. He gripped the gun tightly by his side, but made sure to keep it lowered. His neighbors were accepting enough, but he didn’t want to go waving his gun around and ruin that if this all turned out to be nothing.

It wasn’t until he was almost in front of the car that he saw who had arrived in it. He froze in his tracks, painfully aware of how unnecessary his gun was but feeling like he was unable to try and move to put it back into its holster.

She looked up from the phone that was in her hand. Long, loose waves of brown hair fell in front of her shoulder as she turned her head to look at him. The small smile that seemed to almost always be present on her face stretched wider when she took in the sight of Bishop in front of her.

“Bispo,” she said, excitement palpable in her voice as she shoved her phone into the pocket of her jeans. In two long strides she closed the distance between them, pulling him into a hug without hesitation.

Bishop desperately wanted to hug her back, but he felt like his arms were glued to his side. His locked muscles were partially from the shock of the entire situation, but it was also because it felt so far beyond wrong to try and hug her back when he had a gun clutched in his hand.

“Mia,” he finally forced out her name in turn.

If she was off-put by the fact that he didn’t return her embrace, she didn’t show it. Stepping back, she took another long look at him. It was impossible to miss the way that he finally got his hands cooperating enough to hurriedly tuck his gun away, but she didn’t comment on it. So much time had passed since they’d last seen each other. There were so many other things to try to process and focus on. They were practically children the last time that they stood in front of each other the way that they were now.

“Look at you,” she said with a soft laugh. Unable to stop herself, she reached out and traced her fingers along the stubble that was starting to come in on his cheeks—five o’clock shadow that was getting just a little too unruly to still carry the name. He’d hardly been able to grow facial hair the last time she’d seen him, and now there were flecks of gray throughout. She wondered how so much time had managed to pass between them.

From the warmth of her fingertips to the slight scratch of her nails as she pulled her hand away, Bishop found himself nearly leaning into the sensation, not wanting it to disappear so soon. He managed to catch himself, clearing his throat as he started to study her almost as closely as she’d studied him.

“Look at you,” he finally said back with a chuckle.

Looking at her was all Bishop could manage to do. Whatever she had gotten up to in the meantime, it treated her well. The years were easier on her than they had been on him. She had the laugh and smile lines of someone who had experienced plenty of joy in his absence.

“Sorry to barge in on you like this.” Her smile was warm, but Bishop could see that she wasn’t too sorry. He wasn’t either.

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

Looking over his shoulder, she glanced back at the bike parked at the bottom of the driveway. Last time that she saw Bishop, Marcus had been the only one out of the two of them who had a kutte. Hell, he’d been the only one out of the two of them who had a motorcycle. She saw the Presidente patch stitched onto Bishop’s chest and it briefly crossed her mind that she couldn’t possibly fathom what he’d been up to in the decades since they last saw each other.

She nodded towards the motorcycle. “Marcus was actually the one who went me your way.”

Bishop raised his eyebrows slightly, surprised not just that Marcus had told her where to find him, but also that his cousin hadn’t reached out to give him a heads-up. “Oh yea?”

“Was surprised to hear that you both left Oakland,” she remarked.

“Mm,” Bishop hummed in thought, stalling as he tried to figure out how to respond to that. “I don’t think either of us really planned on it.” His expression shifted, confusion going across his face for a moment before he smiled again. “You got out before either of us did anyway.”

“I didn’t get out, Bispo,” she laughed with a shake of her head. “I went to school.”

“Same thing,” he joked.

She rolled her eyes but there was still a smile on her face. “Yea, because getting shipped overseas wasn’t your attempt at getting out at all.”

He shook his head but he didn’t try to argue with her. He’d forgotten a lot over the years, but standing there in his driveway looking at her, for a moment he was nineteen all over again. Some of the details were muddy still, but there was plenty that he remembered from back then. Like the way that both of them were trying to get out of Oakland for a bit, but they were getting out and going in complete opposite directions.

“What had you calling Marcus, anyway?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Wasn’t calling Marcus.” She saw his brows knit together and she laughed. “Izzy and I are still friends, you know.”

“Oh yea?” he asked, smiling at the thought of that.

“Yea. Your name came up in one of our last conversations.”

“Doesn’t usually?” he said with a smirk.

Mia shook her head but she still laughed. “Funny, hm? That we have other things to talk about besides you after all these years?”

Bishop chuckled. “That doesn’t seem right.” They both laughed for a moment before he asked, “How’d it come up this time?”

Her smile faltered for the first time since she’d seen him. Bishop could feel the weight dropping onto his chest. “She mentioned that she was worried about you.”

He scoffed, trying not to let himself get too defensive. Not with her. “That’s all it took to get you down here after all this time?”

Mia laughed, but there was a touch of sadness to it. “Well,” she reached out and rested her palm against his chest, fingertips dragging over the small patches stitched into his kutte, “she said that she was worried about me too. Thought it might be helpful for the both of us.”

Worry creased his brows. “What happened?”

She shook her head. “Nada. Don’t worry about it.”

Bishop chuckled. A lot of things had changed over the years. Some things clearly hadn’t. “Mentirosa,” he said, a small smile on his face as he did.

“No,” she said, flashing a quick grin as she pointed at him. “It’s just not what we’re talking about right now.”

“Right,” he dragged the word out, smiling despite himself.

Mia watched him as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his kutte. He flipped it open, pulling one out and placing it between his lips. She was still smiling as she shook her head at him.

The click of his lighter preceded her saying, “Bad habit.”

He laughed and puffed out a cloud of smoke in the process. “It’s the best of my bad habits these days, sweetheart.” He tilted the pack towards her, eyebrows raised to solidify the offer.

There was a long moment of silence between them as Mia looked back and forth between Bishop and the pack of cigarettes in his hand. Letting out a deep sigh, she reached and pulled one out. Bishop managed a laugh around the cigarette between his lips as she leaned in and allowed him to light it for her.

“Still a bad influence, Bispo,” she joked.

“Still don’t have to work that hard at it either,” he fired right back with a smile.

She leaned back against her car again, crossing one leg in front of the other as she did. Her cigarette was perched so delicately between her two fingers. If Bishop didn’t know any better he’d say that she hadn’t given it up at all. Small tendrils of smoke swirled from between her lips as she looked at him, each of them waiting for the other to say something more.

As far as Bishop was concerned, he would’ve been perfectly happy to just stand there in the driveway and look at her. Too many years had gone by without him being able to do that. He should’ve called. He knew that he should’ve called. When he got back after his first enlistment was up and found out that she was still long gone, he never made any effort to reach out. Back then, when he was young and stupid, it’d partially been an angry thing. If she was so content to just leave then why would he try and chase her down? Even back then he knew that that wasn’t a fair assessment. Looking back on it now, he still knew it wasn’t fair, but he also thought that maybe it was for the best given how everything had played out. Or maybe not. Maybe if she had been there when he got back everything would’ve been different.

He watched her tap the ashes from the end of her cigarette. His eyes followed them all the way down as they fell to the ground. He took his time bringing his gaze back up to her face, trying to make a note of everything about her. He wondered how long she was going to stay, how long it was going to be before he saw her again after she left.

“You’re still in Oakland, then?” he asked, breaking the silence.

She nodded, pulling a drag off her cigarette. “I am.”

“Doing everything you ever wanted?”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Are any of us?” She exhaled a stream of smoke. “It’s good.”

“Yea?” he asked, clearly not believing her.

She pried her eyes up from his driveway until she was level with his gaze. “It is, it is. Most of the time, anyway.” Even though she was looking at Bishop, she was absent-mindedly running her thumb along the ring finger of her left hand. “It’s been a rough few months, Obispo.”

His eyes flicked down to her hand for a moment. She wasn’t wearing a ring, but there was a feeling in his gut that told him that she used to be. He wasn’t brave enough to ask what happened. A bit selfish, too, because he knew for a fact that he wouldn’t know how to respond no matter what her answer was.

“Got you down here, though,” he finally said.

Her smile was small, but genuine nonetheless “It did.”

“Come on.” He nodded towards the front door of the house as he dropped his cigarette on the ground. “I’ll make coffee or something.”

She nodded, snubbing what little was left of her cigarette out with the tip of her boot. She didn’t say anything, but she stepped away from her car with a smile as she followed Bishop up to his front door. He didn’t know why he felt almost jittery as he slipped the key into the lock. Pushing the door open, he motioned for her to step in first, which she did with a quiet laugh and a nod in thanks.

“If Marcus told me I was gonna have company,” he said with a chuckle, “I would’ve cleaned or something.”

Mia laughed, shaking her head as she watched him close and lock the door behind him. “Now who’s lying, hm?”

His shoulders shook as he tried to bite back his laughter. She saw the way his lips twitched as he attempted not to smile at her comment, knowing that she was right. He gestured towards the kitchen. “Coffee?”

She nodded. “Please.” She watched him as he went over and started to fill the pot with water. She perched herself on the edge of the small table that was set up at the edge of his kitchen. “Bispo?”

His eyes were focused on what he was doing, but he turned his head just enough to let her know that he heard her. “Mhm?”

“I know it’s been a while,” her voice had a precarious balance between humor and heaviness, “but I can promise you’re not going to need the gun with me.”

He let out a long exhale through his nose at her words, shoulders sagging as he registered them all one after the other. Shutting off the sink, he turned the rest of the way so that he could look at her. She looked as sweet as she ever had. He was hoping that she hadn’t noticed. Or if she’d noticed, that she wouldn’t say anything. He should’ve known better.

“Sorry.”

She shook her head. “It’s alright. I know…” her voice trailed off for a moment. “Well, maybe I don’t know. But,” she shrugged, “I can only imagine.”

He started the pot of coffee, disappearing out of the kitchen for a moment. Mia listened and she could hear a faint clattering sound. Her body relaxed. When he came back to the kitchen, there was still a bit of an apologetic look on his face.

“That what this is all about, then?” he asked her as he grabbed a mug from the cabinet for each of them.

“There’s no,” she gestured vaguely with her hands for a moment as she tried to come up with the right words, “all this.” She searched his face for answers that she wasn’t finding. “I’m sorry if it’s too much. Maybe I should’ve called. But I thought if I did, you would—”

“I’m sorry,” he cut her off, his voice heavy but sincere. “I’m sorry. I’m,” he nodded, looking at the floor for a moment before he looked back up at her again, “glad you’re here. I just…”

“Wish it was a little different?” she offered.

He let out a hollow chuckle. “Somethin’ like that.”

“I understand that,” she told him with a nod. “But this is what we have, hm?”

He nodded slowly. “It is.”

“Feel like catching me up on a few things?” she asked, a warm smile creeping back onto her face.

It got Bishop to crack a small grin in return. “Maybe a couple.”

She smiled a little wider at that, arms folding comfortably across her chest as the coffee pot beeped. “Good.”

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Midnight Snacking

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Around midnight it was hotter than hell and your stomach started growling so you head down stairs to cool off and grab a bite to eat but it looked like someone already beat you to the refrigerator.

Coming up behind Bishop, he was bent over in his boxers going through the drawers trying to find something. You gave his butt a smack. Making him jump and hit his head on the rack above him.

"Oh shit". He growled, holding his head coming out of the refrigerator with a scowl until he saw you giggling.

"Sorry".

"Hey baby girl, what are you doing up so late"? He asked, rubbing his head.

"Same as you, hungry and need a cooling off. You okay"?

"I'm fine. But there isnt anything in here to eat. The guys cleaned us out". Bishop huffed.

"There's gotta be something. I'm starving". Bishop moved out of the way for you to see the refrigerator was clean. Except condiments. The whipped cream and chocolate syrup caught your eye.

"Found something". You grabbed them and sat them on the counter.

"Whipped cream and chocolate syrup"?

"Yeah, there's some spray cheese in here too". You grabbed the spray cheese and the jelly, sitting them on the counter as well.

"What are we supposed to do with those"? He asked with a laugh. Bishop wasnt the creative one in the relationship.

You rolled your eyes and motioned for Bishop to come to you.

"Yes, Mi Amor"? His eyes followed your hand as you picked up the chocolate syrup bringing it to his chest and squeezing a line across his chest. "What"? He questioned but quickly caught on when you took your tongue and licked it up.

"Delicious". You smirked licking your lips.

"I see what you got going on now". He grabbed the whipped cream and sprayed a dollop on your chest, right above your breasts. He took his long tongue and lapped his up. Making sure his tongue grazed your nipple hiding beneath your bra. Your body started to tingle, goosebumps formed on your arms. "Best whipped cream, I've ever had". He still licked the cream from his lips when you wrapped your arms around his neck and attacked his lips tasting the whipped chocolate he licked off of you.

Bishop grabbed your thighs and holster you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Never breaking the kiss. He sat you both on the floor beside the refrigerator. You whimpered when he broke the kiss to grab the stuff from the counter but you saw other condiments in the refrigerator and got those to try.

He sat down in front of you. Your legs tangled together as you looked each other in the eyes.

Bishop opened the lid to the jelly jar. "Loose the bra". His husky voice practically undid the bra itself. You threw it over the counter. The cool air from the refrigerator stiffened up your nipples. Making them little plump buttons.

Bishop let out a low growl. Your nipples were everything to him. He could suck on them day and night. He would if he could. They made his mouth water and his cock hard.

He gulped, taking his index and middle finger scooping out a finger full of jelly and smeared it around your nipple, getting a lump of jelly to stay on your nipple.

The jelly was cold, making more goosebumps form on your skin. Bishop placed his fingers at your lips, you sucked them into your mouth and sucked them clean. Bishop licked the jelly up from your breasts. His beard tickled you. You could hear him slurp up the lump of jelly and suck your nipple into his mouth. His suckle was hard. Your hand went to his curls and pulled on them. Bishop suckled harder. His fingers still in your mouth, going in and out of your mouth. Hitting the back of your throat.

"Fuck". A moan came to your lips when Bishop cupped your pussy over your panties. His middle finger wiggles against your clit. A smirk formed on his face as he let go of your nipple and kissed your lips. He removed his fingers from your mouth.

"My turn". You pushed him back against the counter side and pulled down his boxers. He lifted his butt to help. His cock sprung up as you pulled the waistband down.

"Fuck". Your hush voice made Bishop chuckle. Every time you saw his cock it was like the first time. He was a big man.

You grabbed the can of spray cheese and made his cock a little orange hat. Bishop actually giggled. It was adorable. Laughing during sex was the best.

"It's too cute to eat".

"Baby girl, you're so precious". Bishop grabbed your face and planted a kiss to your lips.

You grinned, going back to his cock. Wrapping your mouth around his tip you sucked off all the cheese. Licking up any that you missed. Bishop let out a moan.

"What else we got"? He ask, his head leaned back on the cabinet door as you continued to suck him off.

"Olives". You say between licking. "Cherries". Lick. "Mustard". Lick. "Caramel sauce". Lick. "Hot sauce". Lick lick suck.

"Come here and give me the olives". You raised a eyebrow at the odd condiment that he picked out.

You handed him the jar and came and sat on his lap. His cock poking your panty covered entrance.

"I'm going to make you something". Bishop took the orange piece out of the olive and opened the olive a bit, placing it on your hardened nipples. "Now you got olive nips". He busted out laughing as your tilted your head and rolled your eyes.

"Very funny". You playfully smacked his chest.

"Oh come on. I'm just playing". His teeth grazed your nipple as he took off the olive, eating them. His tongue swirl around your nipple, then he sucked.

You reached into the drawer beside Bishop and took out a towel and wiped off his cock to make sure you got everything off. Then slid your panties to the side and eased down on him. He stretched your walls but he felt amazing.

"Mmm, daddy". You sucked in your lip as you gently started to bounce. Bishop still attached to your nipple.

Your hands went to his locks and pulled. He let go of your nipple with a pop.

"Fuck, baby girl". Bishop held your hips as he began bucking up into you.

"Oh god, right there, daddy. Right there". Bishop hit a spot in you that was about to send you over the edge. You got off quickly with Bishop most of the time and he was usually quick to follow.

Bishop slowed his pace. His hands gripped your hips, digging his fingers into your skin.

You grabbed the caramel sauce and stuck your fingers into it, then smearing it all over your breast. Bishop let out a low growl. His tongue attacked your chest. Licking and flicking his tongue all over you. You were so hot, so wet, so turned on.

"Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me hard". You purred to Bishop. Your back arching so your breasts we closer to Bishops mouth. Bishop couldn't take it. His pace sped up. Your body shook and your boobs bounced as he fucked you hard. His mouth never leaving your skin.

"Shi- I'm cumming. I'm cumming". You screamed when your orgasm flooded you and Bishop. It was more than just trembling legs and fast heart beat. It was passion and lust. It was Bishop making you his.

"That's my baby girl". Bishop praised you as he kissed your lips. He loves when you cum. Your juices made him tingle and his beast kick in.

He didnt give you time to come down. He brought you back up. Another orgasm built up as his first was about to explode.

"Cum for me, daddy. Fill your little girl up with your daddy seed? Make me sleep with your cum drip out when I sleep"? Bishop growled, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pounded into you.

Sweat dripped down his body, it was already hot but Bishop was ten times hotter now. He was aching to cum.

"I'll fill you, make you mine for good". Bishop grunted, his load shooting in you and covering your walls with his seed. "Fucking hell". He grunted once more, pushing deeper inside you. You circled your clit as you came. Rocking your hips on his retracting cock.

"You're really trying to kill me". Bishops head fell against your chest with a chuckle. His panting make you giggle.

"Don't say that. I love you to much to kill you". You kissed his sweaty forehead.

"Well then, fucking until my heart gives out or dying of a heat stroke during sex, I guess that's the way to go. Mmmmm". Bishop wrapped his arms around you with a hum. He was content and relaxed. You giggle at his over dramaticness

"You're cute. How about we go take a cold shower and then go to bed? I'm full. In more ways than one". You laugh.

"Ha ha, Mi Amor. Help me up. I'm to tired". You got up and then helped Bishop up. He got up with a groan.

"I love you so much. We should do this again". You say on the way to the shower.

"There's another heat wave tomorrow. I'll meet you at the freezer tomorrow night. We have ice cream". Bishop wiggled his eyebrows. You loved this man so much, he would get hot and sticky for you at midnight.

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[50shadesofrossi]

Accusations and Apologies

Bishop Losa x Female Reader

Summary: You’re Miguel Galindo’s bookkeeper, who finds out that someone has been skimming. You know only one person that is stupid yet bold enough to try piss off the Cartel

Warnings: swearing, smut [m. receiving]

A/N: I haven’t written anything smutty for quite some time, so I do apologise if it seems rushed

Betrayal, that's all you feel in this moment, hurt and anger be damned. You can't believe you allowed yourself to lower your guard, to allow for this situation to happen. It makes you wonder if it's the only reason you met in the first place, like this was his only play; lure you in and push the possibility of him doing anything like this, to the back of your mind. 

Well, it worked, for a short time at least. For the past couple of months, you never even suspected an issue with the books, not a single thing out of place. Until you were transferring the details over to the laptop, and the numbers suddenly didn't make sense. 

Now here you sit, head resting in your palm and the other bringing the cigarette to your lips, the smoke billowing into the room as you patiently wait for the man in question. It made sense at the time to situate yourself in his El Presidente chair at the head of the table, a perfect view from the door. 

When you first added up all the missing figures, Nestor had been with you, double-checking you weren't losing your mind. You weren't. Someone had managed to skim over half a million off of Miguel Galindo's heroin trade. Nestor was there when you pieced together who the only bold, yet stupid enough person to try to pull this shit off is.

Bishop Losa, and his little band of hoons. 

Nestor agreed to keep quiet as you figure this out, giving you the time to gather enough intel before presenting it to Miguel. Oh, how he's going to have a field day, having been the first one to tell you not to get into bed with the Mayans, especially the President. More so, the fact that you allowed the man to pull one over you and ultimately fuck you up.

You're not sure what hurts more, the fact that he was doing so behind your back or the possibility of why you two got involved in the first place. You don't necessarily have a relationship, only using each other's bodies after a stressful day. 

But it still doesn't change the fact that you feel used.

The door to Templo slides open, distant voices filtering in. For a moment no one notices you, too caught up in the previous events until one of them halts. "Who the fuck are you?" He reaches for his gun, alerting all the men of the sudden threat lounging in their President's seat. 

You don't particularly remember any of them, having briefly come in contact with the Mayans at one of the exchanges for the books-detailing the weight of the keys, how many went out and how much was paid for-and the money. Usually, that is Devante's job, but sometimes he can't always make it. 

The small gathering parts, the man you're waiting ever so patiently to see, steps down the last step. "The fuck are you doing here?" He sneers, dark eyes glaring holes through your figure. Suppose, you sitting in his chair is quite the insult.

You lick your lips, taking a moment to carefully choose your words. "What is it that you call me?" You click your fingers, feigning to remember the little nickname he has for you. 

"Number's girl," he steps forward, playing into your hands.

"That's it, number's girl." You inhale another puff of smoke, blowing it in his general direction. "Is that because I can calculate so quickly in my head or because I remember almost every figure on a day to day basis?"

Bishop releases a breath of irritation, "why are you here?" 

You flicker behind him, "call off your guard dogs and I'll tell you." 

He glances at his Vice Presidente, signalling his boys to leave the room. You smirk at the hesitancy before they oblige and clear out, though you don't miss the glint in their eyes. Once the door slides shut, you sit up, putting the bud out. 

"You know what I did today? I transferred all of last year's records into a computer, for our backup, and suddenly the figures weren't adding up." You see Bishop tilt his head with apprehension. "So I went back a few years and everything matched, but not last year. For the life of me, I couldn't understand, until Nestor connected the dots; someone has been taking a small piece out of every shipment, bit by bit. Do you know how much they've taken?" 

Confusion swirls in his eyes at your meaning, his body now moving to lean against the table in front of you. "How much?" 

"Nearly a quarter of a million." 

He lets out a low whistle, shifting his position to fold his arms. "So why are you telling me?" He holds your gaze, searching you for answers. 

You pause, your heart hammering against your chest and your nerves spiking in anticipation of the next few seconds. You know it's about to be a screaming fest, how hot-headed he is, especially when accused of something, whether it's true or not. It's the one thing you hate, getting into an argument.

You're more of a cruisey person, relaxed and generally getting along with almost everyone, and your arguments tend to get ugly.

Inhaling deeply, you lean forward, resting your elbows on the table and focusing on the gavel before you. "I need you to tell me right now, if you had anything to do with this-"

Bishop pushes off the table, anger written on his face as he paces. "Are you fucking serious right now?" You reluctantly turn to face him, your stomach twisting at the look he gives you. "Are you fucking accusing me? Is this what this is? You've come to find out if I stole from Mr Galindo," 

"You're a third party, Bishop, I have to ask." You stand slowly, not exactly wanting to get any closer to him but not wanting to have yourself exposed.

"Fuck you!" He shouts, the room falling silent. 

His brothers grow weary, trying to figure out why their President is yelling. Not to mention, who you are.

You run your hands down your face, a sense of dread settling in as Bishop tries to gain control of his breathing. "I am his bookkeeper, Bishop, the only person who handles the books on this side of the world, I have to ask this question." You spare a glance at him. "You have to understand, I didn't catch this, I've fucked up and what's worse, is there's a possibility that the man I've been sleeping with is responsible." 

"The fuck did you just say?" He seethes, stepping forward. 

You hold your ground, refusing to look away. "You heard me." He stops right in front of you, his cologne wrapping around you. Normally you would bury your nose into his chest, inhaling the smell, but right now that's the furthest thing from your mind. 

"A thousand dollars goes missing and suddenly a month later we're fucking around, and as each shipment goes, more goes missing, in bigger amounts-" Bishop grabs the back of your neck, his breath fanning your cheeks. Your skin flushes at the proximity and you curse at the way your body responds to him. 

"Do you hear yourself?" He says lowly. 

"Don't tell me you wouldn't ask the same thing if the roles were reversed." You catch yourself glancing down at his lips, a force of habit you would argue in this situation. You can almost feel his moustache against you, his stubble. "Bishop," you say pleadingly. "I need to know. I'm already fucked, don't put me in a grave." 

"You aren't going anywhere," he grits. "He can't hurt you, I won't let him." 

"You can't see the future Bishop, so don't try." 

Somewhere, deep down, you knew it wasn't him. But it would make sense if it was, shit added up too easily. Bishop leans in slightly, giving you time to remove yourself if you wanted, but you don't. You haven't seen him in almost a week, and there's still some tension left within your muscles that needs out. 

His lips crash against yours in a searing kiss, his fingers tightening along the sides of your neck.  You grip onto his kutte, pulling yourself flush to his chest as you give in to his advances, your lungs constricting from the lack of oxygen. 

His hands begin to wander down your sides, the gentleness stark in comparison to the bad they've done, coming to rest under your thighs for a heartbeat before he hoists you onto the table. 

Your lips part, your chest heaving. This isn't how you thought this would end, maybe some more yelling and then you'd leave and everything would go haywire. But not this, fucking on his sacred club table. 

Bishop steps between your legs, instantly grazing your jaw and down your neck in tender yet hungry kisses. Your fingers thread through his short curls, slightly tugging at the ends and earning yourself a low groan. 

You smirk, yelping in shock at the hard nip on your shoulder. 

The loud ringing echoes in the room, causing the both of you to pause. Instinctively you assume it's Bishop's, but he slides your phone out of your back pocket and hands it to you with a sigh. You don't want to answer it, to have to deal with the problem just yet. 

"Nestor?" You answer.

"You're needed over here at the church pew, I'm sending someone to pick you up." Your body goes rigid, Bishop narrowing his eyes at your frozen behaviour. 

"Okay, I'll see you soon." You slowly put the phone down, "fuck." 

"What is it?" Bishop asks, his hands rubbing along your thighs in concern. 

You meet his eye, fear sprouting. "He wants me at the church pew."

-

You sit in the car for a minute later, still trying to come to terms with the past four hours. It wasn't Bishop and the Mayans who stole, it was Devante, trying to teach Miguel a lesson and frame it on Bishop.

It backfired, and it's given Miguel more of a reason to distrust the man. 

As for you, Miguel never expected you to know the exact amounts of each shipment, wanting you more specifically to make everything look legal and in order should anyone other than him go snooping. 

Going forward, you will know how much is paid for. 

You can't yet move your body to exit the vehicle, stuck sitting in the driver's seat, hearing the loud music and obvious party sounds. You're half tempted to turn around and go home, to speak with Bishop another day, but you want to put this behind you, to forget everything it's put you through and apologise for accusing him of such a lucrative scheme. 

Exhaling deeply, you slide out of the car, your shoes hitting the gravel and alerting your presence as you approach the gate. A few of the Mayans lounge outside by the fires, women laying on their laps or hanging close with drinks. 

You don't miss the stares, as you stand completely out with your work clothes and slight anxious stance. 

"You're not welcome here," a tattooed figure blocks your way up the stairs. 

You halt, meeting his eyes. For a heartbeat, you almost turn tail, feeling nervous from the countless glares of the boys that have joined their brother's side. It's intimidating, but not as intimidating as working for a drug cartel. 

"Too bad you don't get to make that decision." You climb the stairs, coming face to face with the man. 

"Coco," his name is called, shifting everyone's attention to the burly man by the front door. "Let her through." 

Coco reluctantly listens, stepping aside for you to move past, his eyes following your every move. You roll your shoulders back, releasing the tension. You weren't about to go head to head with the Mayan, but you don't back down easily. 

"Sorry about him, they're a little tense at the moment." The man tries to change the mood, pushing the door further open for you. "Bishop told us, why you came earlier. In case we had to prepare ourselves," 

You nod in understanding, scanning the crowded room for the man in question. "That's why I'm here," 

"He's over there." 

You follow the man toward a table in the back, your eyes darting everywhere to take in the scene; men playing a game of pool with women hanging off them, some making out in dark corners whilst others not caring and doing it surrounded by brothers.

You come to a stop, Bishop instantly stopping his conversation. Before either of you can say anything, Taza comes to a stand, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek as he hugs you. "Hello sweetheart, are you alright?" He asks. 

"Hi Taza, yeah I'm alright." You've met Taza during the many times you've spent at Bishop's, often making him a little late some mornings and resulting in his second having to come get him. 

"So, should I be preparing my boys for war?" Bishop cuts in, nursing his beer. 

"No," you shake your head. "It was Devante, turns out he was trying to set you guys up. He doesn't like the idea of a cartel and criminal outlaws mixing." 

Everyone around the table laughs, relief falling from their bodies at the news. They can relax tonight. Bishop continues to look at you, tilting his head slightly. "Is that all you came for?"

Licking your lips, "yeah, you gentlemen enjoy your night." They hold up their beers in gratification before turning back to continue their conversation. As you turn to leave, Bishop stands, quickly rounding the table to press a hand along your backside.

"Let me walk you out." 

You glance sideways at him, raising a brow. "I'm capable of walking myself to my car."

"You're not leaving just yet," he opens the door, waiting for you to pass before following you down the stairs and out the gate. You swallow, allowing him to guide you past your car and toward the front office. "You really think you can come here and leave without an apology?"

You open your mouth to scoff, knowing you did want to apologise but you didn't owe it to him. Bishop unlocks the office door, almost shoving you in. "I could have apologised at my car," you start, blinking furiously at the sudden light turning on. 

"That's not the apology I want." 

You knew what he meant, smirking at him. "Come get it then," you tease, a shiver rolling down your spine at the calculated steps he takes in your direction. 

He stops, his chest brushing your own and his cigarette and whisky breath caressing your cheeks in close proximity, his dark eyes tracing patterns over your face. It's almost like he takes a moment to remember how angelic you look, before he intends to ruin you. 

In a flash, his hand wraps around the top of your neck, his thumb digging under your jaw to pull you to him, his lips crashing down. You whimper under his harsh kiss, your body surrendering but your mind ready to take control. 

You walk him back, a grunt escaping him as his back hits the wall. A sly grin spreads across your face, your hands coming to rest on his chest as you pull apart. Your palms slide down his kutte, stopping at his belt buckle to easily pop it open, not once breaking eye contact. 

His hand leaves your neck, cupping the side of your jaw with his thumb brushing across your lips. You know what he wants, opening your mouth to take his thumb, flattening your tongue as he pulls it out. 

You sink to your knees, internally cringing at the uncomfortableness of the hard floor. You make quick work of slipping his cock out

He sucks in a deep breath at the contact of you wrapping around him, his lips parting as he watches you. You tease him, licking the precum off the head. "Don't," he warns, his hand coming to rest on your head, a warning tug on the roots of your hair. "Be a brat." 

Feeling snarky, you take as much of him as you can fit into your mouth, running your tongue along the underside as you release him. "This is an apology, you take what you're given." 

A fiery rage ignited in his eyes, his jaw clenching together as he fights to control himself. You know you're about to pay for that later, but right now, he's at your mercy. 

You take him again, relaxing your throat to allow the head to slip down just a bit, your gag reflex almost non-existent. Bishop's fingers flex, his head leaning on the wall in response to your ministrations, your tongue working around his cock. 

He hasn't had a release in a week, the slightest touch being enough to finish him off; sadly. Suppose, it's what happens once his body grows accustomed to you almost every night. Your jobs are both stressful in their own right, often demanding a little relaxation at the end of the day. 

"That's it, good girl," he praises once you settle into the rhythm you know he likes, slowly but surely pumping him. 

One hand pays attention to the little bit you can't fit in your mouth, the other holding onto the back of his thighs as his hips reflexively jut out. Quiet groans escape him, feeding your ego and coaxing you to finish him off in due time. You quite enjoy watching him fall apart. 

"Fuck," he mutters, revealing in the feel of your cheeks hollowing out and pushing more of him down your throat. 

You feel his tip twitch, signalling the end of his composure. You drag your lips over his cock as you move off him, before quickly taking him back in. Bishop grabs the back of your head, his hips rutting out. He face fucks you, his body moving with need and pleasure.

Tears spring from the corners of your eyes at the slight roughness, your lungs beginning to burn from lack of sufficient oxygen. You glance up at him, a half attempted smirk forming at his dazed state. Swirling your tongue around his head, you watch him completely crumble. 

He curses, his body shuddering and his cock pulsing as he cums. You swallow, wincing at the taste but getting it down nonetheless. Letting him fall out of your mouth, you wipe the corner of your lips as you stand, giving him a moment to readjust himself. 

Normally you're all for whatever happens next, but the thought of being taken against a desk is the last thing on your mind. You want a shower, food and some sleep. He can come fuck you once you've rested. 

"What happened today?" Bishop asks softly, reaching into his kutte for a cigarette. 

You lean against the edge of the table, shrugging your shoulders. "That's for me to know, and you to not worry about." You dodge, biting the inside of your cheek at the knowledge of him being unravelled only a minute ago. 

He frowns, knowing that clearly, something happened when you arrived at the church pew, but he knows not to push. The smoke wafts around the enclosed room, creating a slight barrier between the two of you. 

Holding the cigarette between two fingers, Bishop closes the distance, cupping your chin in a possessive manner. Typical alpha males. "Well, I accept your apology," he muses, smoke exhaling through his nose. "Go get some sleep, I'll see you later." 

You hum, exhaustion starting to seep into your body. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, stark in comparison to the rough, dominating ones that bruise you. Pulling away, you lick your lips, moving past him to open the door and enter the cooler Santo Padre air.

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[mikeys-thighs]

Somethin’ Right Here

Bishop x Reader

Summary: uhh Bishop and Reader get parent-trapped after their fight. Slight Canon-Divergence

Warnings: slight language & arguing, mentions of alcohol consumption

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Thanks everyone for the support on the 1st part! It was much appreciated. No use of y/n or any gender pronouns. I will put translations for some of the Spanish if y’all want...

Part 1 | Part 2

“Fuck me,” you groaned, throwing your head back.

The first thing you saw when you got out of your car was the dark green bike parked in the driveway. If you hadn’t let Izzy know that you were here, you would’ve left. You briefly thought about coming up with an excuse and bailing, but brushed it off. You couldn’t ditch Izzy on her birthday. There was also a possibility that he was just stopping by and not staying for dinner, right? It didn’t matter, you were here to have dinner with Izzy and Marcus. You took a deep breath and walked to the front door. Izzy answered the door with a big smile on her face.

She pulled you into a hug, “I’m so glad you could make it.”

“I wouldn’t miss your birthday, prima. Also, you told me to bring cake.” You teased hugging her back.

She rolled her eyes and led you into the house. Bishop and Marcus, who were sitting at the table, both turned to you when you entered the dining room. A flood of emotions washed through you as soon as you made eye contact with Bishop. He seemed surprised, and a little annoyed, that you were here. You forced yourself to look away after a few tense seconds. So much for never seeing him again. It was the first time you had seen each other since the fight a week ago. Izzy refused to meet your eyes as she took the cake to put it in the kitchen. Oh, she definitely set this up.

You willed your body to move further in the room. Marcus stood and gave you a half hug and a kiss on the cheek. One look in his eyes confirmed that dinner was a not-so subtle setup. You forced a smile and pat his back, before taking the seat next to Bishop, who hadn’t stopped staring at you. But the lack of emotion on his face made him hard to read. You don’t stop the look of annoyance that crosses your face as he takes a heavy sip from his flask though.

Izzy offers you some wine and you eagerly accept. There was no way you were going to get through tonight sober. You didn’t hesitate to chug half the glass.

“Before we start, I would like to thank you both for coming tonight. Izzy and I really appreciate it,” Marcus started. “I know things have been rough lately, and I’m glad that we could set aside those differences for tonight at least.” He continued and from his tone it wasn’t a request.

Bishop snorted and you instinctively smacked his arm. He sent you a questioning glance and you sent him a pointed glare back. He let out a small “tch” and took another swig from his flask. You turned your attention back to your friends and chose to just ignore him for the remainder of the night. Silence filled the room while everyone filled their plates with the different dishes and started eating.

The silence soon turned to light conversations that thankfully did not cover anything too personal. It did however allow you to focus on awkward this all was. Things were so bad that your friends felt the need to force you guys back together. Bishop was avoiding all of it, and solely focused on eating and drinking. A call of your name let you know that you zoned out. You looked at Izzy with wide eyes and let out a “huh?”

“I asked if you had a dream vacation. I said going to see Machu Picchu would be exciting.” She repeated for you.

You let out a small laugh. “Sorry. Machu Picchu does sound exciting. As for me, uhh there is two actually. I have always wanted to visit the UK; you know see the sights. The second is to visit some of the more haunted places in Mexico, specifically La Isla de las Muñecas. I’ve always been into that kind of stuff so, for me it would be cool.”

“No, it sounds like it would be fun.” Izzy reassured you. “Doesn’t it Obispo?” You both turned your attention towards him. He, like you, had not been paying attention. He was too busy brooding. After a moment he answered.

“I guess, but Cariño a haunted tour really?” He said in a chide tone. “You wore a rosary the first time you watched that La Llorona movie.” It was true you had done that, but you had a perfectly valid reason; which you voiced.

“I didn’t want to risk her somehow following me home!” You defended. It was a very genuine fear you had despite how irrational it sounded. Any Latino, or someone raised around Latinos, knew to be afraid of La Llorona.

He snickered and was about to respond when Marcus discreetly kicked him under the table. Things were getting awkward and tense again, with no end in sight. At least Bishop hadn’t tried to start another argument. It was quiet for a few minutes and unfortunately started to think. You mainly focused on the emotions you had felt earlier. Sure, you were still pissed at Bishop and his hurtful comments kept echoing in your head, but there was more. Under all the heartache and anger was love and a desire to fix your relationship. If there was even a relationship to fix, that also needed to be discussed. NO! You may have been reasonably upset at him and your actions were more than justified, but deep down you knew that you still loved Bishop and wanted to be with him… maybe. It also felt nice to have him semi-talking to you again. Although it wasn’t nice that he was still choosing to be an asshole. God this was so confusing, having emotions sucked.

“So, are we going to discuss the elephant in the room before or after we cut the cake?” Izzy finally asked. She had hoped it would have happened naturally but she underestimated how stubborn you and Obispo could be.

You tensed up at the question. You had really hoped that it wouldn’t get brought up. It was a dumb thing to wish for when you knew this conversation needed to happen. You finished off your second cup of wine to avoid the question just a little longer. You didn’t even know where to begin. Izzy more or less knew your side of things because you had vented to her about it, and most likely told her husband about it.

“There isn’t much to discuss, Iz. Somebody got their panties in a twist over nothing, and threw a fit,” Bishop quipped, leaning back in his seat.

Anger flared in you at his comment; was he being serious? He truly was something else.

“You can’t be serious! Nothing, really? You were flirting with somebody else, Bishop. That’s not nothing.” You rebuked, turning to face him.

“It didn’t fucking go anywhere. I don’t see how me flirting makes me the bad guy in this situation. When you were the one the called off our engagement.” He seethed. The quick rise and fall of his chest were enough to tell you that he was just as fired up as you were.

“You told me that you couldn’t stand to be around me anymore! What the fuck was I supposed to do?” You argued back. “Also, nice to know that you were hoping flirting with that bitch would go somewhere.”

“I-I never said that! C’mon Cariño, you know I would never cheat on you.” He lamented.

Something changed in him after he said this. You could practically see the disdain for you leave his body with each breath. Which in turn drained the fight from you as well.

“Yeah, I know, but things between us have been off for months. I feel like I barely know you anymore,” you sniffled in an attempt to keep the tears at bay. “Fuck Bish, I didn’t even know you changed your mind about marrying me.” You put your head in your hands to avoid looking at anyone. The heal of your palms pressing into your eyes to keep the tears at bay. How did you end up here? God, this was torture.

A small “oh” from Izzy caught your attention. You lifted your head and raised an eyebrow at her. She just nodded her head in Bishop’s direction. You slowly followed her gaze and looked at Bishop. He had pulled his chain out from under his shirt. It was the St. Michael one you had given him on your first anniversary, for protection. There resting next to the pendent was your engagement ring, both swinging as he held them out to show you. You felt your heart stop as a small gasp left your lips. Tears welled in your eyes again. It was a small gesture, but it was practically everything to you. It told you that he still cared and possibly wanted to fix things. Izzy and Marcus quietly excused themselves to give you some time alone.

He let the chain go and took a hold of both of your hands. His thumbs rubbed soft circles over your knuckles as he looked you in your eyes. The deep brown of his were once again filled with emotion. You could easily see the love he still had for you swirling in them.

“Mi alma. I need you to know that I do want to marry you. It’s just that things didn’t work out so well the first time, and I don’t want that with you. So, the whole big wedding and reception scares the hell out of me. Instead of talking to you about it I bottled it up until I couldn’t anymore. I’m so sorry I hurt you the way I did. If you’ll let me, I promise to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. You’re my everything, Cariño.” He confessed resting his forehead against yours.

Once again you couldn’t stop the tears from falling except this time, they were happy tears. There were still some things you needed to work on, but now you knew it would work out.

“We need to work on communicating better.” You joked. He laughed in agreement, before he cupped your cheeks and tried to wipe your tears away. You closed your eyes and sighed. “We also need to have a deeper talk about everything else, although I can tell you that I am willing to compromise a little on the wedding. Don’t think you are off the hook yet either. I plan to hold you to that promise. So, hold onto my ring just a little longer.” He laughed again and started to get up from his seat.

“Wouldn’t expect anything else. Now whaddya say about heading home?” He asked holding his hand out for you.

You slipped your hand into his, reveling in the feeling of having his calloused hands in yours. He led you to where Marcus and Izzy were “hiding” in the kitchen. They were pretending like they weren’t eavesdropping and you were going to pretend to believe them. You tried to apologize for fighting during her birthday dinner, but she stopped you. She half expected it when she invited you both. Goodbyes were said and soon you were heading home.

Once home you went about your normal routine of getting ready for bed. Your am-staff, Benito, refused to leave Bishop’s side the whole time. It had been just as long since he had seen him. Soon you were snuggled up in bed with your two boys, Benito squeezed himself between you. You stifled a laugh as Bishop tried and failed to get him to move.

“Come on, Benny, help a dude out. I want a goodnight kiss or two.” He groaned out, when the brindle-colored dog let out a small whine.

“To be fair he spent the last week listening to me curse your existence, so he is doing his job as my protector,” You whispered in the dark room. You made a show of kissing Benito’s big head with an exaggerated ‘mwah’.

“Traitor,” came his sarcastic reply. “Good night, Cariño. I love you.”

You leaned over Benito and in the process of trying to balance yourself so you were hovering over Bishop, you accidentally smacked him. You chuckled, before apologizing and caressed his cheek. Your thumb traced over his lips and he was quick to kiss it. The moonlight peeking through the curtains illuminated the room just enough. You slowly lean down to press a kiss to his soft lips. It was meant to be a quick little peck but Bishop had other ideas. His rough hands gently held the back of your neck to keep you from moving. The feel of his plush lips on yours again was low-key intoxicating. You both seemed to be pouring all your love in the kiss to try and heal all the heartache the fight caused.

“I love you too, Obispo. Good night,” you breathlessly whispered as you finally pulled away. You settled back on your side of the bed and fell into a peaceful slumber.

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[flightlessangelwings]

Kinktober Day 4- Breath Play

Bishop Losa x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count- 985

Warnings- smut (18+ only), choking, established relationship, unprotected sex

Notes- Oof this one was fun to write! Bishop is so sexy and just imagining putting myself in this position with him is just so hot!! Enjoy! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen​!

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“Fuck… Baby… You’re so…”

Bishop grunted as he pounded into you over and over again. Skin slapped against skin as he rocked his hips against yours in a fast and steady rhythm. He had your leg hooked over his shoulder so that he could drive himself deeper into you, and the way you screamed in pleasure drove him wild.

“Bish… You… Fuck…” you couldn’t even form a compelte thought from the way he filled you with his cock over and over again. All you could do was lay there and take it, and you were more than alright with that. 

Bishop’s eyes darkened as he watched you under him. The way your mouth dropped open to let all the beautiful sounds you made out, the way your eyes glazed over, the way your breasts swung with every thrust, all of it was perfection to him. There was only one thing that could make this hotter.

“Baby,” he groaned as he stilled his cock inside you and caught his breath for a moment, “Baby, do you trust me?”

You blinked a few times to focus your gaze and swallowed hard before you answered, “You know I do Bish,” you whispered.

His eyes closed when he felt your inner muscles clench around him and he let out a low growl at the feeling, “Baby, you look so fucking pretty,” his voice was low as his hand ran up your stomach. Bishop paused when he reached your breast and gave it a firm squeeze before he trailed his hand further up your body, “But I think you’d look even prettier,” he panted, “Like this.”

Bishop wrapped his fingers around your neck and gave it a slight squeeze. You gasped and arched your back, but before you could let out any other sound, he covered your mouth and nose with his other hand. Your eyes shot open, but not from fear. You had never been more turned on in your life. And Bishop knew that look in your eyes all too well.

“Oh shit,” he groaned as he gave an experimental thrust.

Your hands grabbed onto his wrists as your mind swam in bliss. You moaned into his hand as your eyes rolled back into your head.

“Sweetheart,” his voice was softer as he stopped again. Bishop waited for you to look at him before continuing, “Stay with me baby. You tap me three times if you need to stop. Ok?”

You looked up at him and nodded slightly as you gave his wrists a firm squeeze. This was something new for both of you, but it was exciting and so hot. You trusted Bishop with your very life, and you weren't about to stop trusting him now.

He murmured your name as he rocked his hips against yours slowly. He was testing the waters. With every thrust of his hips, every time he drove his cock deep into your body, he gave your neck an extra squeeze. Not too hard, it was just enough to make your head spin while still feeling the ecstasy of his cock inside you.

In no time, Bishop worked up to the pace he had before and pounded into you with heated abandon. The clench of your muscles around him made Bishop groan loudly, his own sounds now filling the room instead of yours. His grip on your neck stayed firm, enough to shorten your breath but not enough to actually harm you. Bishop would never harm you.

Your own moans were muffled by his hand, but tears soon spilled from the corners of your eyes. The stimulation of how hard he thrust into you paired with the lack of air created something entirely new for you. And every time Bishop’s cock hit your G-spot perfectly, you felt like you could fly off the bed if he hadn’t held onto you so tightly.

“Fuck dulzura,” he grunted through gritted teeth, “I need you to cum for me,” strands of his hair stuck to his forehead as he watched your every reaction while he pounded into you, “Cum, baby, you can do it.”

Splotches of black filled your vision as your air supply lessened. You felt so wonderfully helpless in his grip, and you felt the way your body trembled at his touch. Bishop’s words were that final push you needed to send you over the edge and with just a few more thrusts and an extra squeeze of his hands, you came hard.

Just as you hit your climax, Bishop let go of your mouth and neck and the big gasp of air made you cum harder than you ever had before. You let out a scream as your hands flew down to the mattress and you gripped it hard as your entire body shook from the weight of your orgasm. Tears spilled down your face freely as you cried out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you.

“That’s it baby,” Bishop fucked you through your intense climax, “That’s my good fucking girl,” he sped up his thrusts as his hips became erratic against yours. He held off as long as he could in order to watch you fall apart before he finally let himself surrender to his own pleasure. With a low groan of your name, he came deep inside you with a few final harsh thrusts.

Exhausted, Bishop collapsed down on top of you and together you laid in a sweaty, panting mess for several moments. When Bishop regained his strength, he propped himself onto his elbow and checked you over, “You alright, baby?”

You kept your eyes closed but wrapped your arms and legs around him, “Never fucking better,” you replied with a hoarse laugh.

Bishop caressed the side of your face as a rumble of laughter echoed in his chest, “You did good, baby,” he leaned froward and kissed you tenderly, “So fucking good for me, dulzura.”

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[dallianceangel]

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“If you want me to shut up, you’d better make me shut up,” you practically scream. You've been arguing for over an hour, completely forgetting what you’re actually arguing over, but you’re too fired up to give a shit.

A smirk on his face, Bishop stands up, giving you the opportunity to see the growing bulge in his jeans. He knows you’re probably still pissed off about this morning, when he got called into work early.

“On the table,” he demands. “And spread your legs.”

Doing as he says, he buries his head between your legs, driving you fucking crazy.

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[obsessedasusual]

Lonely No More - Nine

Bishop Losa x OC Series

Summary: There was never a dull moment, being the only Reyes sister. But between overbearing brothers, being the family peacekeeper, and countless disaster dates, Amalia finds herself wishing she had someone to unwind with after a hectic day. Funnily enough, Bishop Losa wishes for the same thing.

Warnings: swearing, feels, everything MC related really

Note: it's okay I hate me as well :)))

The knock at the door came as Amalia was mid-sip of her second glass of red wine.

After a day of having a door slammed in her face by her younger brother and awkward prolonged eye contact from the man she couldn’t seem to get out of her head, a glass or two of red was more than welcomed.

She sighed quietly and hoped whoever it was would soon leave.

It wasn’t late, Amalia had only just finished cleaning up after dinner and had begun to settle on the sofa with reruns of ‘Say Yes to the Dress’, keen to erase the events from the past few days.

When the second knock came she threw her head back in frustration before pulling herself to stand and answer the door.

Seeing Bishop standing on her front step should have been expected, he was really the only person she knew in this town that bothered to knock, but it still caught her off guard.

He stared at her for a beat before breaking the silence, “Hey.”

He was still dressed in his kutte, having only just left the club. When Amalia peered over his shoulder to the driveway she noted the lack of motorbike, he must have walked from his place which would explain the silent arrival.

She looked back to him, replying with a soft, “Hi.”

Bishop looked at his feet and cleared his throat before speaking again, “Can I come in?”

“Uh… yeah sure.” She stepped back and opened the door further for him, allowing him into her home.

This wasn’t how she saw her night going. She had just finished compartmentalising everything going on in her life right now and had come to the conclusion that she and Bishop were just an equally lonely pair, whos paths crossed unexpectedly for a short time and they were going to revert back to how their relationship was a couple of months prior - essentially nonexistent. And she was totally okay with that. Absolutely. Cool as a cucumber. 

Lie.

She wasn’t sure when she’d grown so fond of the older man, and it hurt to think that he didn’t feel the same.

Amalia followed to where Bishop stood awkwardly near the dining table, eyes anywhere but her.

“Could I uh, do you want a drink?” She offered helplessly. He shook his head, eyes on the carpet beneath him.

“No, I uh… I came to apologise,” he looked at her then, seeing how his words caught the Reyes sister off guard, “Been busy with the club and ah, time got away from me.”

Amalia nodded silently, not knowing what to say. He was the one turning up on her doorstep, he could do the talking. Admittedly it was a childish response.

Bishop continued at the silence, “I’m sorry for not reaching out sooner.”

“It’s okay.” Amalia mumbled. It’s not like she reached out either.

The President shook his head at her response, “Nah, it’s not, querida. I know the other night when I left… I should’ve reached out.”

It was clear that this conversation was making him uncomfortable, Amalia felt the exact same. This was uncharted territory for them. Hell - just over a month ago they were merely friendly acquaintances. It was crazy, how their friendship grew so fast. And it was about to derail even faster by the sound of this conversation.

She sighed and looked around the room, “Bishop look. It’s okay, I get it.” He looked at her quizzingly as she continued, “It was just a… a thing that happened. While we were messing around. I understand that’s all it was.”

Bishop studied her for a moment, remaining silent as he waited for her to continue speaking.

The red wine had started to infiltrate her system by now, and Amalia could feel herself loosening up and letting words fall more freely.

“I mean, look at us!” she gestured between them with a weak smile, “You’re President of an outlaw MC and I’m the communications lead for a building company. We don’t exactly have a lot in common.” 

Everything Amalia was saying was four days worth of pent up emotion. Did she mean all of it? No. But history had taught her that it was easier to be the rejector than the rejectee, “And then, there’s the whole thing with my brothers. Could you imagine if they found out? What a mess that would be.”

If Bishop disagreed he did a good job at hiding it, choosing to remain silent as Amalia rambled away.

She finally reigned it in, stopping herself from digging a deeper hole, “No hard feelings, Bish. Promise.”

After a moment of silence he repeated, “No hard feelings, querida,” eyes locked on hers, “I’ll uh - I’ll leave you to your night.”

Amalia nodded, “Okay.”

He made his way back to the front door and stared at her for a moment longer, “Okay.” He repeated, giving her a small smile and leaving her house.

Well that wasn’t awkward at all.

—

Bishop sulked the second her front door closed behind him.

We don’t exactly have a lot in common.

Did that really matter? Was having a lot in common with a person the make or break of a relationship?

He turned back toward her house when he reached the letterbox, catching her shadow moving across the living room. 

On each of the past few days Bishop had found himself staring intently at his phone, either waiting for it to alert him of a new message or in the hope he’d finally rip the Band-Aid off and call the subject of his infatuation.

He should’ve reached out. He regretted that now more than ever.

But this was good, he supposed. It’s better he know how she feels before he attempted to pursue anything further with her.

Sighing, he turned and started the short walk home.

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Burden of Thunder... and Waffles - A Bishop Losa/Daughter One Shot Story.

I felt like writing something cute, and I know a few of you utterly melt at the idea of daddy Bish, so yeah. I gotchu :)

Words - 826

Warnings - Pure fluff!

The far away rumble of thunder rolling over the greyish-violet clouds acted as his alarm, Bishop grunting, scratching his face as he lifted his cell from the nightstand. 5:03am. Nope. He would not entertain getting up just yet. His head, still thick and heavy with sleep sank back down into the pillows, plump and downy, his eyes pulled back into the ever-alluring blanket of slumber.

It had only been about twenty minutes when the actual blanket which covered him began to move around, small hands and feet negotiating their way onto the bed, climbing up his back, a heel hitting him in the spot right above his left kidney. He grunted, and she continued her ascent until she was pressed flat against his back, small arms reaching for his neck.

“Daddy.”  

He smiled before even opening his eyes, hearing her little croaky voice speak the name only she called him, his little dark haired, hazel eyed princess. She was much like him of a morning, completely unwilling to rise early, but for Rosie Losa, she made an exception if it meant she got to venture into another bed and cuddle with her daddy.

“Morning, baby,” he murmured, feeling her tiny fingers stroking his beard. “How’d ya sleep?”

“Thunder stupid. Woke me up!”

He chuckled at her indignance. Two years old and already, she had no issue voicing complaint, even at the weather. She’d once proclaimed the sun to be dumb when her mother had advised her to come inside when it got too hot for her to play in the backyard, throwing herself onto the couch dramatically and frowning as she’d vented her frustration.  

“It’ll pass soon,” he advised her, feeling her soft breaths flutter over his bare shoulder. “Close your eyes and go back to sleep.”

Another roll of thunder sounded, Rosie squeaking softly with displeasure. “Is loud! Bad noises! Like helicacchopter!”

He snorted quietly, his grin growing. She couldn’t quite grasp how to say the word helicopter just yet. She had a list of words that he adored, that he almost didn’t want her to ever succeed in pronouncing correctly, for the joy it brought him to hear her mispronounce cookies as coobees, medicine as mexme and motorcycle as mocortycle. Her asking if she could sit on his mocortycle was one of his favourite things.  

“Daddy! Is too boom boom to sleep!” she whined, the thunder growing a little louder. “Can you make breaktees?” Breakfast was another word she couldn’t quite yet grasp.

“Right now?”

“Yep!”

“Can’t tempt you to sleep a little longer, no?”  

“Is too loud, silly!”  

Her mind, it seemed, was made up. She was a Losa through and through in that respect. “Where’s mommy?”

“Doing pedals.” Yes. Karina often did get up at a ridiculous hour to strap herself to her Peloton and cycle for an hour before getting ready for work. “Breaktees, Daddy! Now!”

He turned over, throwing her down suddenly, Rosie landing with a soft thump and a giggle as he reached to seat her on his stomach, shaking his head. “What happened to my little baby who liked to sleep in?”

“Told you! Thunder!” Her eyes widened, thrusting a hand towards the window with dramatic flair.

“Alright, kid. You win.” He yawned, stretching, Rosie sticking her finger in his mouth, as he always did to her when she yawned. “Stop it!”

“Gotcha!” Her giggle was pure sunshine, and he lived for it, even when it was as a result of his child getting her own back on him.  

“Okay, what do you wanna eat?”

She thought for a few moments, humming softly. “Waffles!”

Damn her. The one thing he was completely useless at making. Even with ready mixed batter, he inevitably messed them up. “You gonna help me? You know daddy sucks at waffles. But if you wanted scrambled eggs and toast, I’m your guy for that.”

Her face scrunched in a frown, her tiny nose crinkling. “No scrambly eggies! Waffles!”

The small one had made her demands known. “Alright.” Sitting up, he wrapped an arm around her, his feet touching the floor with reluctance, 5:42am and already compliant to the demands of the tiny overlord. “You know you’re the only person in the world who gets to boss me around like this, don’t you, baby?”

“And mommy!”

He smirked, pulling the bedroom door open. “Only sometimes. You, though? All of the time.” Placing her down when they arrived in the kitchen, he grabbed a pair of clean sweats from the laundry basket, pulling them on, watching Rosie heave the fridge door open and pull out the carton of waffle batter, the Hershey’s syrup following.  

“Now you do, daddy. Make waffles happen!”

He took the items she thrust towards him, saluting her. “Yes, jefe.”  

She beamed, a full grin of tiny teeth making him realise that just as long as she kept smiling at him like that, he’d let her wrap him around her little finger forever.  

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[michaelirby]

Bishop Losa in Mayans MC season 4 episode 2

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Bishop and 'helping your partner undress'. Please and thank you.

I am no longer taking requests from this prompt list.

Warnings: Drinking; fluff

"You've gotta relax."

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. You wince just a little bit, looking at Bishop through one open eye. His brows arch slowly.

"Is that so?" He asks. At least there's a hint of amusement in his tone. Still, you pluck up the bottle of tequila from the counter and top of both of your shot glasses.

"I mean, I think so, at least. A little."

You set the bottle down again, and you each take up your shot glasses. You clink them together, knock them against the bottom of the bar, and each toss them back. You wince a little at the burn, shaking your head.

"What makes you think I'm not relaxed?" Bishop counters, pushing his shot glass toward you again.

"Just a hunch. Can't pinpoint the exact reason." You take up the bottle again, beginning to pour for each of you. "Probably has nothing to do with the fact that you're tense, like...All the time."

"Even now?"

"I think so."

"Think you know how I can fix that?"

You're almost certain he's not really open to suggestion, but you shrug.

"Take your kutte off."

"Excuse me?" His curiosity has shifted to something just a smidge irritated, but you hold firm.

"I know you're here, and when you're here, you have to be all..." You wave a hand toward his kutte. "You know, but..." You look around the empty clubhouse. "We're the only ones here, you know?"

You hesitate before you walk around the bar to him. You stand behind him, hands hesitating over the leather.

"...Well?" You ask softly. It's a moment of quiet, and you can't see Bishop's expression. You can't imagine what he's thinking. And then he lowers his hands from the bar, letting them dangle at his sides. You carefully hook your hands in the leather, gently lowering it from his shoulders. You set it on the stool beside his, eyeing the still-rigid set of his body. You hesitate before you step a touch closer, resting your hands on his shoulders.

"Take a breath," You urge softly. "You don't have to be El Presidente for me."

You feel Bishop go a little more tense. Then his muscles shift, relaxing under your hands. You smile, cuddling up against his back and pressing your face into his neck.

"That's better."

Bishop lets out a low grumble, tipping his head forward. You raise a hand to scrub gently over his scalp. When he groans, it shoots right down to your toes. You grin, lifting your head a little.

"If you disagree, I can stop," You offer, but one of Bishop's hands reaches back, steadying on your hip. You hum interestedly, smiling.

"If you're this relaxed without your kutte, imagine what I could do with you without anything else," You ply softly. Bishop's hand flexes on your hip before he gives it a swat. You take a step back, nervous, but the contact is chased by Bishop's order of, "Get on the bar."

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