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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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Hustle

Angel Reyes x Reader(You) Shortie but a Goodie

Warnings: small mention of oral. This is just a fluff piece. Enjoy! 🌹♥️

Okayyyy, I know I’m on a writing hiatus right now, butttt you can blame this pic for this one. I couldn’t help it! Just something short and fluffy-ish for Angel-Luv 😇 How I controlled myself and kept it fluffy and not smutty is beyond me ‘cause 🥵 just look at his body 🤤 Picture courtesy of Clay’s Insta.

The weather in Santo Padre was a scorching 101 degrees. The sun was blazing against your sunscreen covered skin, your sweat making your skin glisten and shine. Thank god you decided to wear your bicycle shorts and a small exercise bra. Regretting telling your boyfriend you wanted to start working on your body, even though he said he wanted you just the way you are, but of course he’d love you any size. You simply wanted to get toned and maybe a little more junk in the trunk.

“Just a bit to go, querida,” Angel flipped around, jogging backwards with ease, making you silently want to punch him in his fit face. You were too annoyed to care about the heavy breaths that were coming from you, stopping in your tracks, your body leaned forward, hands coming to brace your weight against your knees. Angel was too busy running like a damn gazelle to realize you were this close to throwing yourself on the ground and just letting him leave you there to die.

“Aye, mama, you good?” He was now in front of you, jogging in place. If you hadn’t been so busy trying to breathe you might have realized you were inches from his bouncing cock in his shorts.

“Trying—” you gasped for air, “to breathe,” you huffed.

Angel grabbed your wrists gently pulling your arms up, and resting your hands behind your head, you looked as if you were going to be handcuffed and arrested. He handed you the water so you could take a drink and try and even out your breathing. “You ready to get back to it, querida?”

You looked up at him with a pout, the sweat on the top of your nose collecting and Angel always had a habit of dabbing it away for you. It was one of the many little sweet things he did that you wouldn’t expect a big, bad, brooding biker to do. “What if we just go halfways?”

Angel had too much pep in his Nike covered feet and he was currently irking you as he jogged in place in front of you. “You are the one who said you wanted to exercise and get your body how you want it.” He shrugged.

“Did I say that? I don’t think I said that.” You shook your head, plopping your butt down on the small boulder on the side of the trail. “Hmm, must’ve been your other girlfriend,” you shrugged.

“Lemme call and ask her,” he said as he reached for his phone in his pocket.

You stood up from the rock, glaring up at him before poking him in the pec. “Do you have a death wish, Angel Reyes?”

He rolled his eyes, still jogging in place. “There’s something at the top I wanna show you, mama.” He grabbed your hands bringing them to his mouth and placing a kiss to your knuckles before hooking his finger and dabbing at the small sweat beads that had formed on the top of your nose.

“Are you gonna throw me off this cliff?” You pulled your head back, eyeing him suspiciously, and looking him up and down slowly.

Angel snorted before stopping in his in place tracks, his toned body covered in sweat stepped right up to yours, his voice teasing as he spoke, “well, to be honest with you, girl, I planned on eating that pussy like a Sunday breakfast, but since you only wanna go halfwa—” All of a sudden as big as Angel was, his body flew back, an action caused by the palms of your hands against his chest. Watching you run like you were being chased up a hill had him laughing at how easy it was to persuade you to get moving.

Your legs were working double time and when you turned around to see if Angel was following behind you, you realized he was still at the bottom of the hill,dragging his ass. “Well, come on. Hustle, Reyes, you’re falling behind!” You shouted. Angel rolled his eyes playfully and snorted before running to catch up with you, then leaving you behind, himself excited to get to the top with you, in more ways than one. Who knew all it would take to get you movin’ was the promise of his tongue on your pussy.

“Such a brat,” Angel shot over at you as he ran up next to you, nudging you playfully as if trying to shove you out of his way. Passing you up, he shouted over his shoulder, prodding you further with his words. “Don’t tell me that’s all you got, querida?” Before Angel realized what was happening, you had made it up to the back of him, pouncing on him and riding piggy back the rest of the way up. Ha! Run up this hill? Pshhh! Not today satan.

The End!

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Stay hydrated

NSFW WITH EZ

Summary: Angel walks in on Ez getting head from his SO.

Warning: Male receiving, praising kink,

You fell asleep at Angel's last night and it was late so Angel said you guys could just stay the night.

You woke up on the couch with Ez on top of you. His head on your chest and you arms over his shoulders, palms laying on his back. You start rubbing his back which slowly wakes him up.

He moves his head and starts kissing your chest and neck.

"Ezekiel." You whisper, whine.

"Hmmm?"

You can feel him smirking before he starts grinding his morning wood against you.

You slap his back and whisper "Your brother is in the bedroom."

"So" He says kissing your neck "I need you mami."

He sit up on his knees, between your legs and unbuttoned his pants. While you pull your shorts down he pulls his dick out through his boxers and hovers over you.

He slides up and down your lips, smearing your juices all over the head of his cock and your clit, applying some pressure, making you whimper then whisper "Ez."

You grab his hips and pull him towards you. Hovering over his lips you whisper "Fuck me"

He doesn't waste any time connecting your lips to muffle your moans as he sinks into you.

You can hear how wet you are and start overthinking.

So you push him back and make him sit up.

You get up, stand in front of him then drop to your knees and take him into your mouth till he hits the back of your throat.

He puts both of his hands on each side of your head, moving you at the pace he wants till he cums.

You suck him a couple more time after he cums which makes his body shiver and he quickly pulls your head up, hand in your hair.

Just as your about to suggest the shower.....

Angel's bedroom door opens and you guys hurry to pull the covers up and get on the couch.

Angel laughs, already dressed as he walks into the kitchen.

"You guys need to stay hydrated."

Angel says throwing a jug of orange juice at him.

"Especially you Ez. Mouth open and shit. Ugh ugh mmm." Angel says mocking Ez while laughing.

Rolling your eyes you get off the couch and say "I'm taking a shower."

"Don't be so loud and clean up your mess." Angel says pointing his finger at me and Ez, leaning against the wall, trying not to laugh.

You look at him unimpressed before walking off. "Alone"

Once the bathroom door shuts Angel starts cracking up.

Ez looks at him, also unimpressed before saying "Shut up Angel."

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Pink Lines • Miguel

You stared at the two pink lines on the white stick. You had asked Nestor to drive you to the pharmacy where you cleaned out their entire inventory of pregnancy tests. You had been at it for 2 hours, stuck in a loop: chug water, open box, read instruction, pee, set phone timer, pace bathroom, check test, confirm the positive, panic, repeat. Where you ready for a baby? You enjoyed your life as it was. Miguel was older, established, and confident in a way that most men weren't. You enjoyed it being just you and him, traveling, having romantic and exquisite evenings, staying up for hours just talking. Yes, you wanted a family with him, but the two of you had only been married for a few months. Together for longer, but still, a baby would change things. You didn't doubt that he would be a phenomenal father and having a little Miguel around the house would be the cutest but, something inside of you was wary. How would you be as a mother? No matter your hesitation, those lines weren't going away. So, you would tell him tonight, you decided. As you took a deep breath, opening the bathroom door, you discovered Miguel sitting on the edge of the bed. 

His face held a faint grin, “Do you have something to tell me, mí amor?” 

Nestor was loyal, you would give him that, but it was still annoying that he spilled his guts. 

“I’m pregnant.” You said, your voice so faint, you weren't sure if the words were said aloud or in your head. 

Miguel stood, walking over to you, suddenly kneeling in a suit that probably cost more than what your previous rent was in a year. He placed his hands on your hips, pressing his lips to your stomach. 

“You're happy?” You asked, tentatively, your hand going to his head. 

“Of course I am! We’re a family now, the three of us.” Miguel said, looking up at you, his eyes glimmering and a smile on his handsome face.

Instantly your doubts melted away, replaced with joy. You were starting a family with Miguel Galindo, what could be better than that?

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Core Memories

A Coco Cruz x Reader(You) Shortie but a Goodie

Warnings: 18+Only!

Some fluffy, Coco, before bed? Yes, please! 🥰

Santo Padre had been colder than usual this winter, the icy wind whipping at your face as you rode on the back of Coco’s bike. Thank god, you had gloves on cause your fingers would have been icicles. Coco felt your body shudder against him, so he placed his hand over yours, feathering his thumb against your gloved hand, smiling behind his scarf when you kissed his leather covered shoulder.

Heading into your house, you went to the bedroom to put on some warmer clothes while Coco threw some wood in the fireplace and settled himself on the couch. “Aye, niña, what’re we watchin’?” You heard him shout from the living room. “And please don’t say, Love and Hip Hop, I can’t listen to those bitches fight, again.” You snickered as you pulled your warmest pajama pants on, reality tv was one of your guilty pleasures. Coco’s, not so much.

“Scary, then?” You walked out from the hallway, his head tilted to the side, a soft smile forming as he watched you pick up the throw blanket that was hanging on the arm of the smaller sofa, and lay it over him. “Or we can watch something funny?” You went to head to the kitchen, Coco stopping you by grabbing your arm, gently.

“Hey,” he waited till you looked back at him to continue. “I love you, mama, you know that?” The look on his face was all convincing, his eyes full of adoration as he watched a sweet smile start to settle on your face. Grabbing his hand from your arm, you brought it to your cheek, nuzzling against the palm of his hand, your eyes closing as peace settled inside you.

“I love you too, Johnny,” you kissed the palm of his hand, “I’m gonna make us some cocoa. You pick the movie and I’ll be right back. Actually,” you spun on your heels, pointing at him, “go get something comfy on, you’re not sleeping in your jeans, mister!”

“Damn, niña, I kinda like it when you boss me around.” There he goes with that damn smile, the smile that could make your heart do cartwheels in your chest, and your pussy flutter like a newly released butterfly from its cocoon.

“You like when I do everything, boy. Quit playing!” You shot from over your shoulder as you walked away.

“Big head-ass,” the playfulness in his tone had you cheesing as you heated the milk on the stove. Coco was enjoying having a girlfriend. Girlfriend? Corny. He thought as he pulled his sweats on, the sweats you bought him three pairs of just because of the delicious dick print that showed through them.

As he sat back down on the couch, you handed him the liquid chocolate in a cup, the warmth from the cup against his hands and his growing feelings for you, spread through his body, until he noticed his cup was missing something, his brows furrowing. Looking up at you, he questioned with a hint of disappointment. “Where’s the marshmallows?” He asked, seeming slightly offended that they weren’t floating and bobbing around his cup as they usually did.

Grabbing the bag from the cabinet, you dropped a good amount of them in his cup. “Better?” .

His smile returned before he took a sip, eyes closing as the warm liquid ran down his throat, his heart singing in happiness at how lucky he was to be happy to be doing corny shit like this with someone who actually loved him unconditionally. Looking up at you, Coco knew he’d finally found something good, something right in his fucked up world. “I will be when you come snuggle with me.” Hella corny. He thought, as you settled against him for the rest of the evening.

Coco had very few happy core memories in his life and as he looked down at you, the broken biker, still in disbelief that he managed to snag someone as pure and kind as you, knew from that moment on, all his core memories would include you.

End!

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Mama Bear

Pairing: Bishop Losa x Female Reader

Word Count: 700

Warnings: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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