You weren’t looking to stay in Santo Padre—just another tourist passing through, keeping your head down.
Then you met Coco Cruz. He’s rough around the edges, all smart remarks and easy charm, but there’s something in his eyes that feels safe. Familiar. Like someone who’s been through his own kind of hell.
You start spending time together—coffee runs, long talks on cracked sidewalks, quiet nights where the silence says more than words ever could. But Coco notices the one thing you won’t do: touch him.
He doesn’t push. Not until the night everything breaks—when the truth comes out in anger and tears, when you tell him what was taken from you. Now Coco has to figure out how to be the kind of man who doesn’t reach for what isn’t freely given— how to love without crossing a line.
I have another idea for a blurb, but I'm having trouble deciding who would be best for it. Help me out my sweet mutuals. Yes, I made a mood board, please don’t judge me😩😆.
Tell me who you think would be most affected by a breakup? Side note: They were crazy about reader. I'm talkin' catch a case, beat somebody's ass, go to war for ya kind of love.
Rio (Good Girls)
Angel Reyes (Mayans)
Ezekiel Reyes (Mayans)
Jax Teller (Sons)
Kevin Atwater (Chicago PD)
Jay Halstead (Chicago PD)
Arman Morales (The Cleaning Lady)
Chris Evans (maybe Andy, Ari, or Steve?)
Pablo Schreiber
**Comment your opinions please and thank you🥰. Would also love it if you'd tell me a little about your choice😉. Even if no one responds I'm leaving this up, cause I made a damn good mood board 🤣.**
I’m following mayan MC fan blogs here b/c a lot of my main account ( @hoesandnachos ) followers aren’t fans :( so plz ignore me if you see my baby fan blog randomly follow you.
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A/N: hope it was alright that I combined these two! I also hope it turned out good because I struggled a lot with this one but enjoy <3
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Bishop and you were going to invite the whole club for a little get-together at the house. Food, drinks, and good company were on the menu. You hadn’t seen them for a while because of your pregnancy and the chaos that has been the club life the recent months. You were a few months pregnant now, and the boys haven’t seen how much your bump has grown.
Bishop wouldn’t let you move a muscle, so the only thing you were allowed to do was the shopping list, while he would be the one to buy everything in and set it all up. Everyone had their particular needs and flavors for what they liked, so the list grew with each member. Being the “mom” for them all, despite being younger than most, it was your job to keep track of what your precious children loved and wanted. Bishop was sitting at the table as you read up everything that would need to be bought.
“... beers for Ez, gummies for Letty, Steve likes strawberry ice cream, and of course, we can’t forget the chicken nuggets for Angel this time. He almost had my neck when I forgot last time.” You chuckled to yourself at the funny memory of Angel being a sad and pouty boy.
“That’s a lot of shit, sweetheart,” Bishop complained in a teasing manner. “Hey, you were the one that wanted to invite the kids over,” you hit his arm with the long list, “you know how grumpy they get when they don’t get their favorites.” “Yeah, let’s not relive the last get-together we had.” You both shudder at the memory of drama and crying.
The day of the house party had come, and you stood at the door as you greeted every one of them. Their faces lit up at the sight of your baby bump, highly visible. Words and kisses were left upon it by the men that would be there to protect and love the little joy that would be born in just a few short months. They could see how happy you and Bishop were, and that left a small print of light in their dark lives as part of the MC.
Everyone was out in the backyard enjoying themselves. The sun shone down, and the music from the stereo created a relaxed atmosphere. Bishop had just fired up the grill for the heaps of meat that was ready to be grilled and consumed by some hungry bikers. The drinks and snacks went faster than you could refill it.
Since it’s been forever since you saw everyone, you went around to catch up. They all felt safe and comfortable in your presence, so they became colossal blabber mouths when you approached them. Whether it was just a quick chat or asking for some much-needed advice, you were there for them. You were always like a fun, caring, and loving “mom” to the group. Always there for them whenever with whatever they needed. You took care of them and loved them when they hadn’t anyone else to go to.
Once the sun started to come down and everyone was packed with food in their bellies and sitting in groups having conversations, you approached your husband, who was sitting somewhere to the side just enjoying that for once, his brothers had a day with no worries in their minds. You sat down on the two-seater, legs draped over him as you took a moment to rest for a bit.
“Tired?” “Ugh, yes! You try playing mom with these children in men's bodies.” The comment made him laugh some. “It’s not easy being mom and dad,” he stated.
“Like, why did we decide to get pregnant when we already have like 10 of them.” “Sorry, sweetheart, but can I just quote you in saying: fuck Bishop, please finish inside me I need to feel you.” You threw a pillow at his shoulder, “shut up,” a smirk on your face in remembering how you ended up in this situation.
“Come here.” He opened his arms for you to get between. You shared a sweet kiss as you watched over your kids, all happy and content, while caressing the one that still wasn’t born.
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Spending the day playing Laser Tag and other special treats was your gift to the MC for accepting you as theirs and becoming your new family after you and Angel got together. They were all beyond excited to spend the whole day with no worries about the MC in mind and the stress, angst, and hurt that came with it.
The group was split into two teams, with you and Angel as team captains. Your team was green while Angel’s were yellow. It was currently 3-2 with your team in the lead.
It was the sixth round out of ten, and your team was on the brink of winning yet another game. When you rounded a corner, you found Angel with his hands in the air screaming, “don’t shoot!” You don’t know why you listened to him. You were on the opposite teams, and your job was to rip and tear every last one of the yellow team. “And why should I listen to you, Reyes?” The gun was still pointed at his chest, ready to shoot at any moment if he didn’t give a good enough reason as to why you shouldn’t.
“Because,” he approached you. A gasp left you when your back was pressed into the wall; his long figure towered over you as he was looking at you as his prey. He kissed you so passionately like he wanted to do the dirty right then and there. His lips were gliding so smoothly against your ones as you tasted one another. His ones dominated yours to show that he had control.
Both of your guns hung from your sides from their straps. His hands had a firm grasp on your ass while his lips moved down your neck to leave open mouth kisses which left you a moaning and whimpering mess. You needed to feel him under your fingertips, so your hands slipped under his shirt to feel his firm and warm body.
If he wanted to fuck you against this wall right here, right now, you were so up for it. It was dark enough for nobody to see, so you were definitely game.
One of your hands palmed him through the thick fabric of his jeans as you were trying to hurry this up. His breath hitched in his throat at your grasp on him. “Are you going to fuck me or not, Angel?”
He lifted his head from your neck to look at you. He bit his bottom lip as his “I’m going to fuck you stupid” face was on full display. The look made you weak in the knees, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper at his demeanor.
Just when you thought he was going to pounce on you, he grabbed his gun and shot you in the chest. The light flashing red on your chest indicates that you were out of this round.
“HA! You fell for it! Loser!” His fingers made the L sign, and his tongue stuck out at you as he ran away laughing like a child. “I will fuck you later when we get home, I promise.” His words became lower the further he ran away from you. You let out a disappointed sigh. Of course, you should have seen something like this coming. It was perfect Angel behavior, after all. Your hand went over your face as you shook your head, disappointed in yourself for falling for his trick. “Omg… I’m dating a literal Man Child.”
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Warnings: hint of smut-ish, a little angst, mention of dead Riz :(
A/N: last part of the Break Up, Make Up series! Sorry it’s a little late. Thank you to everyone for showing love and support for the first two parts! It means so much to me as this has been one of my favorite things to write! Enjoy this little ending <3
• Part 1 • Part 2
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The feel of the bright morning sun shining through the window blinds warming your skin was what woke you up from the deep slumber. The window was slightly ajar, which let the crisp air from outside spread through the room. Bishop wasn’t by your side when you searched for his comfort and body to cuddle against. You scanned the space of any trace of him, and that’s when you heard his soft voice singing in the shower.
It wasn’t often Bishop sang. The only times he did was when he was sure that no one was around to hear. But you had caught the sweet melody of him a few times, and you always treasured the moment to the fullest. Just laying there on the soft bed with your eyes closed as you listened to his beautiful voice.
After some time, your mind started racing to last night's activities. It was unlike anything you had ever done before. Bishop was known to be hard and rough with you in the sheets from time to time but last night was a whole new experience that was hopefully going to happen again in the future.
You heard the water shut off, and not a minute later; he emerged from the bathroom. His eyes met yours when he opened the door. A wide and beautiful smile on his face as he saw you lying there with nothing but a thin sheet covering the most sensitive parts of you. “Mornin’ beautiful.” “Good morning to you, too handsome.”
Your eyes couldn’t help but admire him. All he had around himself was a towel low on his hips, showing you his trail that led to the part of him that had your mouth water in need and your core desperate to be filled. A few drops from the shower were running down his Godly body that you wanted to lick off to feel him under your tongue. Your mind started fantasizing about him bending you over the bed and taking you hard from behind as he pleased. You felt yourself throbbing, and you needed to clench your thighs together to stop yourself from thinking any further.
“How did you sleep?” His voice was so deep, and it didn’t make it any easier with the whole scenario you were picturing in your head. “Go-good.” He felt you were nervous because of his presence, and it left a smirk on his stunning face. He came to sit down beside you. “I was going to ask you to join me in the shower, but I figured you must be pretty tired from last night.” He had his warm hand on your shoulder, caressing the soft skin. “Yeah, I’m pretty worn out… but it was good… more than good, it was perfect. It was extremely... mind-blowing.” His heavenly laugh made you smile out. “I enjoyed myself very much, sweetheart, more than you know.” “Me too.” A long kiss was left on your forehead, which made butterflies explode in you at its softness. “I’ll prepare breakfast while you get ready, and then we can talk.”
Talk… right… You both still had some things to talk through with the stuff said a few days before. You hadn’t told him yet, but you already forgave him last night when he was cuddling you so soft and lovingly like only he could after fucking you good and raw. But this would be an opportunity to strengthen your relationship even more if the conversation went in the right direction.
After the shower, you chased the mouthwatering smell of breakfast as you walked downstairs to the kitchen. Bishop was putting what he made on two plates for you to enjoy as you walked in. It was so lovely to see him out of leather and in his home attire, moving around comfortably and happy in your shared house.
Always being a gentleman, he pulled the chair out for you to sit on. “This looks so delicious, babe, thank you.” “Thought you would need some good nutrition from the workout I put you through last night.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him with the tiniest of a cocky smirk, clearly very proud of himself and his accomplishments. You gave him a look that said, “shut up, we know,” which made both of you chuckle.
There was a comfortable silence as you ate, but you could still feel the slight tension in the air about the conversation that would be. “Should we move into the living room?” He questioned when both of you had finished the plates. “Yeah, sure.”
Once you were both seated on the couch next to each other, knees touching, he let out a deep breath while taking your hands in his. His thumb was caressing the back of yours. He kept looking at you the entire time as he talked. He wanted you to know his feelings entirely, and it was told with more than just words. His eyes and facial expressions also held his feelings and honesty.
“I’m sorry about the way I acted. It was shitty of me. I should have let you in instead of pushing you out when Riz died. But I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you when I was already feeling so low and grieving my brother. It ate me up inside, and I started thinking irrational thoughts. I know we belong together, and I’m so sorry for fucking up big time… I love you, and I will never stop loving you, caring for you, and protecting you. I want to marry you, have babies, create magical memories, grow old and gray as we are surrounded with our many grandkids, and then still be close as we are buried together for all eternity. You’re the best thing that has entered my life, and I can’t live without you; you are what keeps me going when I want to give up. You are what brings me love, joy, and comfort when I need it the most, so… please can you forgive me, sweetheart?”
You saw how much it was tearing him to pieces that he had hurt you so deeply with his words. It was hurtful, but you could have been a good partner and stuck around, despite him pushing you away, so he didn’t need to feel so alone and lost. But for you, at that moment, it felt like the right decision for both. Your eyes clenched together hard to prevent the tears from falling.
“You have nothing to be sorry about, Obispo. I’m the one that’s sorry for walking out when you needed me the most. I know you were only thinking about what's best for me and my safety… but I’ve chosen to be with you and love you for the rest of my life, and that comes with some risks that I’m willing to take and not think twice about.”
You took the sides of his face in your hands so he could properly look at you and feel your complete honesty with him. “I love you, Obispo, and that’s so much more important than some fight. I love you, and you love me. We are both healthy and here in this world together. Let’s just enjoy each other while we are both still breathing… we never know what will happen tomorrow, and that’s not in our hands, so just,” your foreheads touched as you whispered the last words, “let’s just be here and live our lives in the love we have for one another.”
He let out a breath of relief that you both managed to work this out. His arms wrapped around your body in the most warming and reassuring hug the two of you had ever shared between each other. Your legs lifted to drape over his to keep the closeness. His lips left light kisses all over your neck and shoulder as he rested his head where he belonged. The feel of his beard was tickling you, but it made you feel so at home and safe as you were loving and cuddling one another. “You know I will never let anything happen to you as long as I’m alive, querida… never.” “I know Bishop… I know…”
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