Soooooo this is a big project but with my plans for next year I cant see the normal mystery bingos coming out easily. That being said cause I know you guys love them so much I have decided to set up a big bingo card for 2027 that you guys can out request in for until July 1st 2026. I will put stories out all 2027 from these requests at my discretion.
See Below for Rules and other info!
Rules are pretty simple
Choose a character below from either SONS or Mayans. Sons- Clay, Chibs, Halfsack,Happy,Jax,Juice,Kozik,Tig,Opie,Ratboy Mayans- Angel, Bishop, Bottles, Creeper, Coco, Manny, Nestor, Gilly, Guero, EZ
Send in a small blurb for your request or say MYSTERY and I will pick something for you!
You can send in as many requests as you want please just send them as separate asks so I can stay organized! You can also mix and match characters!
Please and this is the most important! Include 2027 BINGO in your request so that I know its for this event and not just a normal request!
Questions or concerns? Don't hesitate to reach out!
⋆⁺₊❅. — summary; at a Christmas party, neither of you manage to hold out until you get home, and Bishop has some making up to do (Bishop Losa x fem!reader)
⋆⁺₊❅. — warnings; established relationship, husband!bishop x wife!reader, 1 use of querida, angel called bishop and interupted them earlier in the day, mentions of bishop leaving mid fuck being a regular occurrence… uhm, smut, minors do not interact!!!, unprotected p in v, creampie <3, some clit stim, allusions to another round, first piece of smut i’m writing in 9 days (i feel super rusty..), but that’s it? lmk if i missed any tho! (2,183 words)
⋆⁺₊❅. — a/n; title is very bad word play, my bad guys x
⋆⁺₊❅. — 2nd a/n; uhm.. so this is 9 days late, i don't have a good 'excuse'? just that life happened, also the fact that squeezing a 6ft real Christmas tree into my tiny little Vauxhall Corsa almost killed me 🤩
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the club was hosting it’s ‘annual Christmas party’, though it was more like drinks and brief talk of putting aside club dealings for the holidays, even though everyone knew that’d never happen.
but you had a different agenda tonight.
you were across the room from Bishop, Angel by your side as he spoke about something you weren’t exactly listening to. no, you were thinking about Bishop and what happened before you both left the house this evening.
he had cornered you in the shower, mumbled something about missing you before his hands moved across your body with a built up longing.
which of course, led to sex in the shower, not that you were complaining. no, what you were complaining about was Bishop’s phone ringing during the second round and then when he left without making you cum or a proper apology.
safe to say you were annoyed and pent up from the lack of orgasm, but you knew he’d make it up to you when he got the chance.
his eyes followed you all night, smirking to himself at the way you purposely ignored him, even when he came closer.
Bishop took a swig of his beer, his eyes still on you as you pretended to listen to Angel, but your attention was straying and finding its way back to Bishop.
you couldn’t help it, not with the remnants of your earlier encounter still lingering.
if Bishop was one thing, it was good at turning you on, he was very good at it. with a simple look or a fleeting touch, he had your body strung tight and a dull ache hammering between your legs.
he let his gaze roam shamelessly down your body, a searing of heat following while you smiled into the rim of your glass.
beside you, Angel watched the scene unfold between you and Bishop, a knowing look on his face as he worked out the continuous back and forth between you.
it’d happened before, too many times to count, and everyone knew not to interrupt when it was happening.
you and Bishop had a way of getting on each others nerves, especially when you both got interrupted in the moment.
“really?”
Angel murmured, amusement on his face as you forcibly had to tear your gaze away from BIshop.
your eyes met his, and you offered him an innocent look, but he wasn’t buying it, of course.
“what’d he do this time?”
a laugh left you at Angel’s question, as if it was obvious Bishop had stepped out mid fuck. he’d done it before, many times actually, and it always ended the same way.
“same thing he does every time”
Angel hummed at your words, letting his eyes flicker across the room to Bishop before he looked back to you, a knowing smirk on his face.
it was a waiting game now. waiting for Bishop to decide he wanted to finish what he started, but he was taking his time deciding.
“it’s my fault, i called him”
the words filled the gap between you and Angel for a long minute before you finally met his eyes again, a look of disbelief filling them.
“you’re the reason?!”
he only nodded in response, scratching at the back of his neck with the hand not holding his beer bottle.
you wanted to be mad at Angel, but you couldn’t find yourself being annoyed at him. instead your frustration lay with Bishop, and you wanted him to fix it.
across the room, Bishop took another sip of his beer while keeping his eyes on you, continuing to follow your every move until you met his eyes again.
but this time, the look in your eyes was the green light he was waiting for. the soft pleading and need that stared back at him was all he needed.
quickly, he made his way across the room to take your hand into his, easily whisking you away from Angel and into Templo.
once inside, Bishop sat you down on the end of the table before stepping between your legs and using both of his hands to keep your legs spread.
“is this you making it up to me from earlier?”
you asked as Bishop’s hands moved to the front of your jeans, making quick work of the button and zipper while you watched him with a knowing look.
“you want me to?”
he asked while leaning in, pressing his lips to the curve of your jaw as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your jeans, easily pulling them down and off, setting them on his chair behind him.
his lips met yours as he repeated his previous action, but with your underwear this time. Bishop tossed them behind him to sit with your jeans, before he was groaning at the wetness between your legs.
“you better make it up to me”
Bishop chuckled lowly against your lips as he kissed you again, deep and claiming, while you gasped softly into the kiss.
the table creaked under you as you shifted, making more room for him as he began working open his own belt, followed by the sound of his zipper pulling apart after he shoved down his jeans.
you watched as his boxers followed, freeing his aching and already leaking cock to your wandering gaze.
he chuckled into your jaw, wrapping his right hand around his cock before pumping slowly. he smirked against your skin as your breath hitched as you watched, trying to slide your hand between your bodies to take over, but he only pulled your hand away from him.
“baby..”
you murmured, tilting your head to give him a fixed look, but he wasn’t giving in.
“what, sweetheart?”
both of you knew what it was, and both of you knew Bishop just wanted to hear you ask for it, even if he had dragged you in here to make up for stepping out earlier.
but this was Bishop, and he never made things easy for you.
“fuck me already”
his smirk widened at your words, while his hand continued on his cock, groaning lowly against your jaw before his breath fanned against your ear, easily causing a shiver to run down your spine.
“stop teasing Bish”
you whined this time, making him hum in satisfaction. his left hand hooked under your knee, his wedding ring cool against your heated skin as he gently pushed your leg up to make room for him again.
Bishop’s other hand guided his cock between your legs, gently moving the head of himself through your arousal before he pushed against your entrance, just to hear you moan out.
“you think i’m teasing?”
he asked as he kissed you again, swallowing down your moans as you bucked your hips towards him, causing the head of his cock to push into your wet warmth.
“Obispo..”
the use of his first name in that breathy whine had him rocking forwards, slowly sinking into you until he bottomed out.
his hips stayed flush against yours for a long minute while both of his hands cradled your face, now focusing on you with a whole new air of softness as he waited for you to give him the go ahead.
when you did nod, Bishop pulled back until only the head of his cock remained inside, before he pushed back in and started a pace that had your arms wrapped tight around his neck.
you moaned out while you clung to him, your lips parted in a string of moans followed by Bishop’s own grunts and moans. his groans had your walls fluttering around him, the sound stoking the heady pool of arousal bubbling in your body.
“that’s it, sweetheart”
he murmured, moving his left hand to hook under your knee again before easily pulling your leg high around his hip, easily allowing him to deepen his thrusts.
beneath him, you continued to moan, while he grunted against your ear. your walls fluttered around him, a silent plea and pull to draw him in deeper with every thrust he gave.
“i’ve got you, baby”
Bishop told against your ear, humming to himself as you nodded at his words, moaning out again as he rocked into you again and again.
his lips pressed along your jaw and towards your own, kissing you deeply as his thrusts continued their now growing and unrelentless pace.
“oh fuck, Bish..”
your left hand lifted to the back of his head, your fingers tangling slightly in his hair as Bishop gave another deep thrust.
pleasure painted itself across your face as the room filled with the sounds of your joint moans and the steady, growing slapping of skin on skin, followed by groans of protest from the table under you.
a strangled moan fell from your lips as Bishop angled his hips, driving deeper and hitting that one spot that had you seeing stars.
“just like that, querida”
Bishop moved his free hand between your bodies, using his thumb to circle your clit in time with his thrusts, and already sending you hurtling towards your climax.
he grunted again as your walls continued to flutter around him, easily pulling another throaty groan from him in the process.
“mmhm such a good girl”
his lips found yours again, in another deep and claiming kiss, while you moaned against his lips, losing yourself in both the kiss and the rhythmic thrust of his hips into yours.
the pleasure continued to buzz through your body, setting your nerve endings on edge.
“Bishop..”
you mewled as the head of his cock hit that one spot again, every thrust he gave hitting with more precision and force than the last.
“that’s it, there we go”
the table creaked again as Bishop continued to move against you, his thumb continuing to draw tight circles into your clit while your hands moved to cradle his face.
with another thrust of his hips, you pulled him into another kiss, needier and more desperate than before, while the press of your lips against his muffled the next slew of moans that tore from your throat.
he rocked into you again, hitting that one spot over and over until your moans grew louder and more desperate, a clear telltale sign that you were only hanging on by a thread.
“i’ve got you, sweetheart”
Bishop murmured, delivering another thrust and causing the table to creak again, each knock of his hips against yours pushing you closer and closer.
“there..”
you broke off into another moan as he circled his thumb again, drawing tight figure eights into your skin before you were cresting over the edge with a muffled cry of his name.
heat flooded your body as your walls spasmed around him, soaking his cock with your release and causing his pace to falter.
“shit baby.. that’s my girl”
he murmured between kissed, giving another thrust before his hips completely lost their rhythm. Bishop groaned against your lips as your cunt gave a sensitive flutter around him, before he was following you over the edge with another low and throaty groan.
a ragged sound left him as he buried himself to the hilt, rutting shallowly into you while nuzzling into the curve of your throat, pressing his lips to your pulse point as he tried to ground himself in the feeling of you.
carefully, your fingers brushed through his hair, holding him against you while he found his release within you. his hips rocked again, completely rhythmless, before he spilled himself into your warmth.
“oh fuck..”
Bishop grunted, keeping his face hidden away in your throat while the high of his orgasm rushed through his body.
above him, you giggled softly, continuing to move your fingers through his hair in another attempt to ground him, though it was now in the aftermath instead of the feeling of you.
with another giggle, you gently pulled him up and into another kiss, smiling to yourself against his lips.
“thank you”
he chuckled at your words, his lips curling into a smirk before he was kissing you again, causing both of you to melt into the other.
“for what?”
your hands moved from his hair to move against his chest, soothing across the still leather clad skin while amusement twinkled in your eyes.
it was obvious you were thanking him for the sex, and for making it up to you from earlier, but of course Bishop wanted to hear you say that.
“for making it up to me.. but i think another round might completely even out your debt”
Bishop cocked a brow at you, though you could already see the answer staring back at you in his eyes.
“oh you want to go again?”
you slapped playfully at his shoulder, rolling your eyes at him, but he was already leaning in to kiss you again.
as his lips moved against yours, his hips drawed back, starting to rock into you again with a steadily growing pace while your hands grabbed at his shoulders to steady yourself.
Group HC - The Boys reactions to getting caught stealing your panties 👙
I know. I know. It’s terrible and gross and icky I KNOW 😭😭 but I saw HCs for another shows characters around this idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head and it triggered the memory that this is actually canon for Juice and…yeah. Here we are 🧍🏻♀️
He’s not sorry. Or embarrassed. He loves you, loves everything about you. He thinks you’re the best thing since sliced bread. He worships you and the ground beneath your feet. So why wouldn’t he steal your panties? They’re yours, and they rest against his most favorite part of you all day 🤷🏻♀️ He won’t apologize, not even when your face heats up and you cover it with both hands. On the contrary, he probably makes a show of taking one out of the secret pile and sniffing it. He’s nasty, and he knows regardless of how you feel about it, you know he does it out of love and devotion. So he’s ok with it. And he’s not gonna stop.
He’s ashamed. He knew he shouldn’t have done it. Felt weird and invasive, but he couldn’t help it. He just loves you so much, and he gets lonely when you’re apart, and it smells like you. What else was he supposed to do? He would never cheat, would never even dream of it. But the stress of the club gets to him, especially the more complicated things get, he just needs comfort and relief, and when he saw them laying there in the hamper, he snagged it without thinking. Then he couldn’t stop, even when he knew he should. Even goes as far as offering to take apart the washer saying that maybe the machine is eating them 👀 He apologizes, cheeks tinted red, eyes downcast and hopes you don’t hold it against him. He’ll ask before he takes them next time, scouts honor.
Like Angel, he’s not embarrassed. He just shrugs, telling you that you’re his girl and your pussy is his, so why can’t he just take them? 🙄 He buys you new pairs every now and then anyway. So he wants to smell you randomly throughout the day, whats the harm in that? He just misses you. And likes to look at the pair and reminisce about times he’s taken them off of you. Is that a crime? He even reaches into his kutte and pulls out the pair that he’s kept on him today to show that it’s no big deal, and they’re the ones from yesterday, you recognize.
He’s bashful, arguably, but not necessarily embarrassed. It’s more about getting caught than it is the actual act. Like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. He’s not sorry for taking them, he’s just sorry that it’s kinda awkward for you to find the stash. He laughs awkwardly, shrugging it off or trying to anyway. Explains that he just rarely gets time to himself, so he is uses them when he’s alone in Templo to get his mind right. That your scent calms him and helps his focus. He didn’t think you’d mind too much, he just also never expected you to find out.
He's not sorry in the slightest and he makes sure you know it too. He bought every pair anyway, what's the issue? He could buy you 30 pairs by lunch 🙄 He wasn't up from about it, no, but he also didn't necessarily hide it. It just wasn't entirely in the open. You're respectful and don't go through his stuff in his office so how would you have known he had an entire drawer of his desk with them all collected in there? You'll get over it, a few new lingerie sets will make sure of that.
The OG of panty stealing and sniffing himself. It’s canon after all. He just can’t help himself. You’re his moon and stars and he just can’t get enough of you. Even when you’re perched in his lap, cockwarming him, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, it’s not enough. He needs to be in your skin. But he can’t. So stealing your panties is the next best thing. It’s a compulsion he can’t fight. God knows he’s tried. And he tells you as much. Lists all of the things he did first to try and not have to submit to that desire. But in the end it didn’t matter. He just needs to have your most intimate article with him at all times. Keeps He doesn’t want you to think he’s a freak but he also just need you to know how much he absolutely loves, adores, and worships you. He’ll even hand over the pair in his pocket if you ask him to.
He's nonchalant about it. It's just panties. You have a bunch more. Not like you were gonna miss them or something. He just loves you and likes to have something of yours that he can keep nearby when he misses you. One in his pocket, one in the sale bag of his bike tucked away hidden. His stash is dispersed, not because he was necessarily hiding them, but because there's one each place that will serve a purpose.
Also not embarrassed. Hits you with that famous smirk, his shoulders shrugging as you stare at him waiting for an answer. "Just miss you sometimes, Darlin'. Just somethin' to get me by." Like it's perfectly normal. He left you your favorite pairs after all. He only takes the ones you're not the biggest fan of, so you wouldn't notice as quickly. It's not a big deal, he can give them back. Sometimes he just needs to sit in the chapel with them over his face while he strokes himself before Church so he can make sure he has a level head before this important vote.
When a Mayans MC rescue mission for Leticia Cruz uncovers another captive hidden in the basement, Bishop expects a witness. What he finds instead is the missing daughter of a SAMCRO brother—and a woman carrying more scars than anyone should have to bear.
As old alliances bring the Sons and Mayans together, Lex must learn how to live again in a world she no longer recognizes. Healing isn't a straight road, and neither is finding a place to belong.
A story about survival, found family, second chances, and the roads we never meant to travel.
After a previous failed attempt due to bad health I will be jumping back in with my darker desires event for kinktober.
Exclusively for Sons of Anarchy and Mayans MC characters.
Please choose a prompt ( or two ) from the list below, along with your character ( characters, because why have one when you can have two? 😉)
And let's get creative! 🩶
As always, Anons welcome. 🩶
Characters: Sons of Anarchy.
Jax Teller
Chibs Telford
Tig Trager
Juice Ortiz
Opie Winston
Happy Lowman
Clay Morrow
Mayans MC
Bishop Losa
Angel Reyes
Ez Reyes
Gilly
Bottles
Guero
Manny
Prompt list:
1. “You look so pretty with my hand around your throat”
2. “Do you need reminding who you belong to?”
3. "Did it tell you to stop?”
4. “Shut that pretty little mouth before I shut it for you.”
5. “Look at you, so perfect with my marks all over you.”
6. “Are you gonna start doing as you're told?”
7. “Beg like a good little girl.”
8. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”
9. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
10. “You don't cum unless I say so, kitten.”
11. “Wanna see what happens to little brats? Bend over.”
12. “Keep going, you might learn how to do it properly.”
13. "Keep making those sounds and we'll do this until you learn how to be quiet.”
For @narcosfandomdiscord Book of Balancing In Between: Fanwork whose setting is in a liminal space (i chose the carniceria after-hours)
Warnings: 18+, language, light angst, emotional hurt/comfort, reader is the oldest Reyes sister
Word Count: 2k
A/N: MAAAAAAAAN it's been a while since i've written for Bishop and i simply just love giving him complicated relationships with Reyes Women.
You knew better than to sit with your back to the door no matter where you were or what time it was. But, after how the last few weeks had gone you were too tired to think about it. You were too tired to think about it, it was two in the morning, and out of all the places in the world to sit with your back to the door you figured that Felipe’s shop was one of the safest. So there you were, camped out at one of the small tables inside the shop with your back to the door.
It'd been a long time since you made a point to notice the sound of motorcycle engines. It was like having the fan on at home or the window down in the car as you drove, noise that you heard but never really listened to. The sound of the bike engine went in one ear and right out the other, but the shifting lights and shadows of the singular headlight coming through the front windows of the shop are what caught your attention. Then you heard the rest of it.
Taking a deep breath, you wiped at the tears in your eyes, the ones smeared across your cheekbones. Raking your fingers back along the sides of your head, you tried to take breaths deep enough to get your heartrate and your breathing back on track.
The sound of the engine went away, the light streaming through the window went away too and sent all of the shadows running with it. You sat perfectly still, and within seconds, right on cue, the bells above the door chimed as someone pushed it open.
The pacing of his strides gave it away before he even opened his mouth to speak. “Shouldn’t turn your back on the bad guys, querida,” he said, resting his hand on your shoulder.
Something about the feeling of the callouses on his palm against the exposed skin of your shoulder was more comforting than usual. Reaching up, you threaded your fingers with his. “Only bad guys who come here tend to be pretty good to me, so I think I’ll be alright.”
His hand fell away from your shoulder as he walked to sit across from you, and you begrudgingly let his hand slip out of yours. Leaning back in the chair, you watched as Bishop sat down across from you. Once he sat, he immediately leaned forward onto the table, hands resting in the center of it close enough for you to hold if you wanted to.
There was something so familiar about the way he looked in the patchy light coming through the windows from the streetlamps outside. It reminded you of when you’d first met, first really gotten to know each other. A lot had changed since then, and it reminded you of all that too.
“What’re you doing here, Obispo?” you asked, mirroring his position but not taking his hands in yours again just yet.
“You weren’t home,” he offered up simply.
You chuckled. “And why were you—”
“Because you didn’t stop by the clubhouse.” He pulled his phone from his kutte and tossed it onto the table. “And you didn’t answer your phone.”
Tears were gathering in your eyes again but you still smiled at him. “Something going on that I should know about, then?” you asked, already knowing the answer.
Bishop looked at you, studied the expression on your face. He could see the puffiness of your eyes, the way that the tears beginning to creep over the edge were not the first ones that you’d shed for the night. He saw the tiredness in your eyes, even though only the smallest traces of light were hitting your face.
“Why here?” he asked, completely avoiding your question.
“What?”
He made a tiny gesture, a flick of his hand motioning to the expanse of the shop. “Why do you end up here at three in the morning when shit goes sideways?”
You chuckled. “It’s only two in the morning, first of all.”
“You know—”
You pointed to his kutte. “Can I?”
There was a pause, and the look on Bishop’s face let you know that he was contemplating holding out on you until he got some answers from you, but he’d never been good at turning you away. Reaching back into his kutte, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lighter. You watched as he went through the motions that were so second-nature to him now, placing it between his lips and sparking the lighter, waiting to make sure it’d catch. He pulled one drag off of it before holding it out to you. You let your fingers touch for a second longer than necessary before taking it.
The inhale that you took off the cigarette in your hand was the steadiest one that you’d taken for most of the night. You tried to savor it, the steadiness and the burn you felt. Closing your eyes, you let your breath sneak back out one calculated centimeter at a time.
Finally opening your eyes again, you found Bishop still staring at you, that same unique mix of anger and concern in his eyes that never truly seemed to go away. “The worst thing happened here,” you said, quieter than you intended.
Bishop’s frown deepened in a way you didn’t know was physically possible. Nodding, he kept his voice just as quiet as yours as he said, “I know.”
You brought the cigarette back to your lips for a moment to buy you some time. “So now, when other bad things happen, sometimes I’ll come here. Get some perspective…or some shit like that.”
The tacked-on ending got weary but genuine chuckles out of both of you. “Right. Some shit like that.” Bishop took a moment to light up a cigarette of his own. “Still don’t like it.”
You hummed in amusement. “You don’t have to.”
“I do if you’re gonna keep comin’ here.”
“Only if you’re gonna keep comin’ after me.”
It was a sweet moment, one of small smiles and tendrils of smoke making it even harder to get a clear picture. But you each knew how the other looked even in pitch black darkness. There was a warmth about it, separate from the scorch down the back of your throat. You almost wanted to reach out with your free hand to take his.
But then the moment passed. Pressing the knuckle of your thumb across your brow, you asked, “So, did you come hunt me down tonight to tell me something that I already know?”
His expression faltered. “I didn’t think—”
“You didn’t think I would’ve known by now that my brother got shot?” Ash fell from your cigarette onto the table, a mess you’d be sure to clean before Felipe found his way back to the shop again. “You didn’t think that between the hospital, and his girlfriend, and my other brother that’s part of your fucking club,” your palm slammed down on the tabletop, causing it to rattle, “You didn’t think that with all of that, I wouldn’t find out?”
“Querida, I—”
“Ah-ah,” you shook your head. “You didn’t come here to break the news to me, Obispo. When you called me a few hours ago? That was to try and break the news. And you were still too late on that, by the way. But the rest of it? Showing up to my house? Here? You only go that far when you know you’re up shit creek with no fucking paddle in sight.”
Neither of you said anything then. The longer you looked at Bishop, the less you felt that you knew what he was thinking. If tradition held, he was probably trying to come up with excuses for a few things: why EZ got shot, why he wasn’t the one to tell you, and why there wasn’t blood running down the streets of Santo Padre yet. You didn’t need the laundry list for it all, but you’d played games like this with him enough now to at least be curious about the answers.
The same thing happened when you found out Ezekiel had killed a cop and was going to prison, and when Angel was joining the club, then again when Angel was looking down the pipe at eighteen months in Chino, then again when you heard that not only was Ezekiel getting out of prison, but he was getting out of prison and funneling himself right into the club alongside his brother. The same song and dance again and again over the years, and to think that neither of you would’ve had to learn the steps if Bishop hadn’t found you here, alone in the shop in the middle of the night, scrubbing at the floor because you were convinced that the last of your mother’s blood still hadn’t been washed away after the police department left.
Clearing his throat, he started again. “I didn’t think that you should be alone.” He paused, waiting for you to start right up again. When you didn’t, he continued, but tentatively. “I’m sorry that you head to hear it from…” he trailed off, realizing that you hadn’t said through which avenue you found out.
“Gaby,” you filled in the blank, shaking your head as you remembered the sheer terror in her voice.
“I’m sorry about that.” He sounded genuine as he was saying it. Before the scoff in the base of your throat could make its way out, he said, “I am. But would hearing it from me have felt any better? Would you have ended up,” he gestured to the carnicería with both hands this time, “anywhere else?”
You chuckled, a bitter sound. “You almost had a decent apology going for a second there.”
He took a deep breath, and you could see it on his face that he was actively fighting the urge to say the first thing that came to his mind. “I am sorry. And I am fucking here. And if you ask me to do something for you right now, I’ll do it.” He waited for you to look him in the eyes again. “What do you want right now?”
Pulling every last bit you could from your cigarette, you snubbed it out. Smoke cascaded from between your lips as you sighed. Leaning forward, you dropped your head into your hands as you tried to wrap your head around Bishop’s question, about what your answer to it was.
“Where’s Ezekiel?” you asked.
“Out of town. Gaby’s with him.”
You nodded, hands dropping back to the tabletop. “Right.”
He covered one of your hands with his. “What do you want right now?”
You focused on the warmth seeping from his palm into the top of your hand. You zeroed in on the way he dragged the pad of his thumb across your knuckles. Looking at his face, you felt yourself getting pulled underneath the waves of desperation in his eyes. He always looked so sad, and so earnest about it. And the undertow of it all always seemed to get you.
Turning your hand, you interlocked it with his. “I don’t know.”
“Thought this place was supposed to give you some perspective?” he asked, a twinge of a smile on his face.
It got you to laugh if nothing else. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you said, “Maybe I just gotta sit here a little longer.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
He squeezed your hand before standing up. You tilted your head to the side as you watched him walk deeper into the shop. “What’re you doing?”
He crumbled the last of his cigarette into the small trash can by the bookshelf. Picking it up, he brought it over to the table where the two of you were sitting. “Cleaning this up before you forget,” he said as he swiped the butt of your cigarette and the ashes from it into the trash can. Once he brought it back to its rightful spot, he sat down across from you again. “And I’ll sit with you.” He watched as the tears started welling in your eyes again. “And I’ll bring you home before Felipe comes back.”
You managed a smile, and despite all the mess and the hurt, you felt a little bit of relief at his offer. Nodding, you gave a soft but sincere, “Thank you.”
He took your hand in his. “Whatever you need.”
(divider by @silkholland 💞)
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It was too early for you when the alarm clock went off. The loud resounding tone was blaring in your ears jerking you from what had been a short, deep, comfortable sleep.
"I'm up." You grunted at the alarm clock, your hand flailing out and tapping the nightstand in search of the offending item.
Bishop was already stirring alongside of you; his arm had been wrapped around your naked waist. He untangled himself from you as he heard your valiant struggle to shut off the clock. He reached across you, his nude skin caressing yours as he smacked the alarm clock off.
"Got it." he uttered; his voice rough from sleep.
His muscular form settled over his yours, his mouth covered your own, brushing over your lips with the softest of kisses.
"Good morning." You whispered against his mouth as your hands roamed along the defined curvature of his back.
"Hm, let me see what I can do to make it better..." he teased as lips sought out that sensitive spot underneath the curve of your jaw.
His mouth felt so good against your skin, you could feel the heat rolling over your flesh as he began to harden against your inner thigh. God, you were already wet at the prospect of him making love to you. It wouldn't take more than a simple movement. His palms were already ghosting over your breasts, your nipples to stiffening.
This was perfect right now, he was perfect...
The chiming of the doorbell cut through the air as you let out a needy moan. Bishop's entire body sagged as he let out a frustrated growl at the intrusion. He wanted to ignore that sound more than anything in the universe right now.
Bishop shuffled out of bed like a petulant child, yanking on his clothes as he muttered under his breath. His grey sweatpants managed to cover the evidence of his arousal. He cast a glance at you over his left shoulder as the doorbell chimed once more.
You looked like a goddess tangled up in the white sheets. You’d drawn them up to cover your breasts in order to give yourself some modesty.
"Don't move." he ordered you, that wicked glint in his eyes. "And do not start without me."
"I make no promises." You informed him with a sultry pout, your hand disappearing beneath the sheets.
"Fuck it." he murmured, before stripping off his sweatpants and climbing back into bed. "This is far more important."
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