#Bishop Losa x you

[bullet-prooflove]

Sundress - Bishop Losa x Reader (NSFW)

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You stand before Bishop as he sits on the edge of the couch, clad in a yellow sundress that hugs your curves and flutters around your thighs. His hands chase up the back of them, fingertips ghost along the line of your panties before he grasps that pretty little peach and pulls you closer. He bundles the material in his fist, gripping it tightly and hiking it up above your thighs so he can see those white cotton panties with that little damp spot forming at the front.

“Wet for me already.” He murmurs with approval, the heat of his breath ghosting across the moist fabric. “Am I the only one that does this to you? Gets you wet without laying a finger on you.”

“Yes Obispo.” You say, a sinful smile pulling at your features.

You know what it does to him, hearing you say his real name in that tone. It’s rare that it rolls off anyone’s lips but from yours it sounds like a god damn sonnet. He pushes his face up against your panties, breathing in the scent of your arousal.

“Say it again.” He mumbles against your clit, his lips brushing over that sensitive nub and sending a rush of pleasure erupting through your synapses. “Say my name again.”

“Obispo…” You whisper as your fingers comb through his curls, gripping them in between your fingers. “Fuck Obi, it’s just you. You’re the only one that can get me wet like this.”

Those beautiful brown eyes of his meet yours. There’s a tempest in him, he’s wild, a force of nature and he’s going down on you, his hands gripping your ass so he can keep your pussy firmly in place against his mouth.

His molten tongue traces over the shape of your clit, sucking just slightly and your knees almost buckle from the sensation. You feel can feel him smiling against the fabric when you exhale.

“That’s what I thought Mi Cielito,” he murmurs, his lips framing the words over that sensitive little bud. “There’s just me and only me right?”

“Fuck Obispo,” You drawl, your head tipping back at the sensation of his mouth on your clit. This man is going to wreck you, he’s going to take you apart until you’re in his sheets crying out his name, because that’s he wants. You. Always and only you.

“I need to hear you say it.”

It’s a concession that isn’t easy for him to make. There’s a hint of vulnerability amidst his boldness. This is Bishop giving you a part of himself, letting you catch a glimpse of the man underneath all the leather and hard edges. His wants, his needs, his fears, his doubts.

“There’s only ever you Obispo.” You tell him. “Only you in my bed and in my heart.”

It’s only when he hears those words that he takes you to pieces. Your panties are torn from your form and his mouth is on you. His tongue sweeps over your wet lips before he thrusts it deep inside. You cry out and it emboldens him, his rough palms tighten on your ass holding you in place against his greedy mouth. You writhe against him, taking everything, he can give and he watches you the whole time, those ferocious eyes of his drinking in your pleasure as he tears it from you. You come with his tongue deep inside you and his finger-marks on your tender flesh.

“You taste so fucking good Mi Cielito,” he tells you, using his palm to wipe the mess from his beard. “Like fucking honey in my mouth.”

There’s a moment of reprieve, a second to draw breath before he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down his hips. His cock springs to attention, thick and leaking before he grasps the fabric of the sundress in both of his fists and pulls you into his lap.

You place your hands on his shoulders, fingers digging into the leather of his kutte as you give him that wicked little grin of yours. The sundress fans around your hips, draping across his muscular thighs as you take him slowly, adjusting to his girth. His head tips back, the exhale of breath emitting from his chest as you tease.

“Fuck.” He utters, his hips thrusting up closing the gap. His name rolls of your lips once more, that pretty flush creeping up your cheeks. “So, fucking tight, the perfect fucking fit.”

His hands trace over the contours of your shape as you move slowly, rocking back and forth on his dick. His fingers seek out the straps of your dress, drawing them down the slope of your shoulders so that your breasts spill out of the fabric. His arm wraps around your waist, drawing your chest flush against him. His rough palm encloses on your breast, guiding your nipple into his molten mouth. He sucks on that deviant little bud, tongue lapping over it.  

It drives you fucking crazy.

He loves you like this. Untamed, and uninhibited, the only thing you give a shit about is getting off on his cock as he fucks you all the way to nirvana. He bites down hard on your nipple and you’re done. Something inside your shatters and you clench around his dick so impossibly hard that it drags him over the edge with you. He fucks you through your orgasm, spilling his release into you as you cradle his head to your chest.

“Christ.” He mutters, his lips brushing over the love bite he’s left upon your sensitive flesh. “I don’t know what the fuck it is about you and sundresses.”

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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."

[drabbles-mc]

Butterflies

Bishop Losa x GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+, fluffy feels

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!

Prompt: butterflies

Word Count: 100

A/N: just a quick little drabble today. written while at work waiting for people to go home lmao

Bishop had never been a fan of the term “butterflies” when it came to describing how excitement made someone feel. There had been plenty of moments when he had felt happy, jittery even, but even reflecting back on some of his most exciting moments, he wasn’t sure that “fluttery” was ever right for him.

Then he saw how you looked standing at the other end of the aisle on your wedding day and everything that he thought he knew went clean out the window. He never believed in the notion of stomach butterflies until he felt an eruption of them.

[ravennaortiz]

Day 12: Tree Decorating

Summary: Fluff with Bishop x Reader

It had been a long day for Bishop, every part of his body ached as he got off his motorcycle. Glancing at his watch he saw he had long ago missed dinner. Sighing heavily he made his way to the front door. He figured you must not be to mad as the porch light was on for him. Stepping inside he was greeted by the smell of cinnamon, cookies and the sound of your angelic voice singing Christmas Carols.

Kicking his boots off and hanging his kutte up he made his way through the house following your siren call. Finding you in the kitchen resetting the table for dinner. You never ceased to surprise him. "I don't deserve a woman like you" he stated as he saw you notice him in the door way. "I know" you replied with a smirk before making your way to him and kissing his cheek. "A call next time" you stated firmly as you motioned for him to sit and eat. "I promise I will. What kind of witch are you that knew I was on my way?" inquired Bishop as he dug into the piping hot pozole. You laughed before replying. "That would be Gilly calling to plead your case and to ask if I would send leftovers with you tomorrow" you replied as you poured a glass of wine for yourself. Bishop chuckled, his men always looked forward to your cooking.

"So of course since I had extra time I made enough for all of them. Think you can remember to take it in" you replied sending him a look. "Thought you weren't mad at me?" inquired Bishop as he sent you a smile. "I don't recall saying that at all Mr. Too Good to Phone his Wife that he will be four hours late" you replied as you made your way out of the kitchen.

"Clean up once your done and come help me with decorate the Christmas Tree" you called over your shoulder before resuming your caroling. Bishop smiled to himself. He had lucked out with you for sure.

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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.”

[ficnation]

Loss - Bishop Losa x Reader

Summary: You try your best to comfort Obispo after his friend's death.

Word count: 1,0k+

Pairing: Bishop Losa x Female! Reader

Warnings: spoilers for season 2, angsty

A/n: Just something short to get back into writing. Enjoy!

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐌.𝐂. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Bishop knew you were smart, sometimes even too smart for your own good, and you could read people without effort. You had him all figured out just after your first meeting, which irritated him back then. He knew exactly what he was getting into, yet he still couldn’t let you walk away from him.

The moment he crossed the doorway, you were already staring at him with squinted eyes from your comfortable blanket nest on the couch. He didn’t even notice you were there until you spoke up.

“You’re upset,” you stated, closing the book you were reading. “What happened?” 

Bishop stopped in the corridor, his brows raised at your words, letting you know you saw right through him. 

“Jesus, woman, let me at least take my shoes off.” He scowled, challenging you to pry any further while unlacing his boots and putting them away.

“Hey, I’m very patient.” You ignored the unpleasant tone of his voice, sitting up and curling up your legs so you could rest your chin on your knees. You waited in silence so he could make his way toward you.

Bishop sat down beside you with a tired sigh, rubbing his temples. “Do we have to do this now? It’s late. You should be sleeping, cariña.”

It was well past midnight, and you would usually already be sprawled out on that couch, having fallen asleep while you waited for him to come home. Today it was different, though. You had a feeling that something terrible had happened, and it didn’t let you close your eyes even for a minute. So you spent the night reading books, waiting patiently for your husband to return so you could see with your own eyes that he was unharmed and well.

You watched him closely, your features softening into a half-smile at the term of endearment. You reached over to squeeze his hand reassuringly, and he let you, marveling at the feeling of your skin on his.

“Couldn’t really sleep without you next to me.”

Your words made Bishop finally look at you, his eyes staring into yours with recognition. He knew that feeling. He couldn’t fall asleep without you in bed beside him either. It just felt wrong when you weren’t there.

“I know. I’m sorry I couldn’t leave earlier,” Bishop mumbled out, raising your joined hands to leave a kiss on top of your palm. 

He knew he couldn’t always be there for you. Being the club’s president was time-consuming, more than he imagined. But it was everything to him, and you understood that and never made him feel bad about not having much time to spend with you. 

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it.” You propped your chin on his shoulder, covered by the club’s kutte. “Tell me what happened.”

Bishop ran his free hand through his hair, sighing yet again. He wasn’t sure how to put it into words. He never knew how to tell you about someone’s death, especially someone you had known and cared for.

“Hey, if you don’t want to, it’s okay too. But remember that you can tell me anything,” you assured, seeing the troubled expression on your husband’s face. 

Your thumb brushed against his knuckles, and you could feel him relax at your touch.

After several long moments, he took another deep breath and started talking cautiously, trying to suppress the anger bubbling deep inside of him. The anger at those stupid Vatos who took his friend away for good.

“We lost Riz today,” he said finally, cutting straight to the chase. 

Your eyes widened in shock. You didn’t expect it to be that serious before he told you that information. “I’m so sorry, baby,” you whispered. Your thumb brushed against his knuckles in a soothing motion.

Bishop closed his eyes, trying hard to push back the tears that threatened to spill out of his eyes. “Yeah. Me too.”

You knew Riz was a good guy and didn’t deserve to die so soon. None of the Mayans did; they were all genuinely good people, no matter how they shaped themselves to appear to others. They were like a family to you; you loved them wholeheartedly.

“What happened? Who did this?” The question was followed by a pause before you added quietly, “Are you going after them?” You held your breath as you waited for an answer, but you couldn’t help the tears that spilled down your cheeks.

Your thumb traced a few circles on the back of his hand. You could feel him shake lightly under your touch. It broke your heart to watch him in this state. It took him a minute or two before he found the strength to speak again.

“We will. The fuckers won’t know what hit them,” Bishop stated with certainty, wiping away the tears from his face with his arm. He never wanted to let anyone see him cry, yet you saw it more times than he wished you did. You were the one who taught him that it’s not a weakness to show emotions.

“Go to bed with me?” you proposed and got up from the couch, still holding his hand in yours. You didn’t comment on his decision. It wasn’t your place to say anything, especially since you didn’t have the whole picture, and it could’ve been pretty gruesome.

The man agreed wordlessly, letting you pull him to his feet and toward the door to your shared bedroom. You helped him take off his kutte, putting it on the backrest of one of the comfy chairs in the room, while Bishop got rid of his shirt and jeans, leaving him only in his boxers. 

You turned the lights off before looking at your husband, who had already crawled into the bed. He smiled weakly, beckoning you closer so you could cuddle up to him like always. You obliged quickly and snuggled up to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and holding him tight. Bishop kissed your forehead, making you look up at him. 

“I love you, mi rey,” you whispered as if anything louder could disturb the silence enveloping the room. You left a sweet kiss on his lips, giggling when he bit down lightly on your lower lip.

“Sleep well, mami.”

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 16

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Reader x Bishop Losa

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Oral sex; unprotected sex; piv; anal; double penetration; cursing

*Preciosa means precious or gem

*Dulzura means sweetness

They can’t stop bickering over you. 

It’s not fair. You’re meant to be the center of attention, but they seem more concerned with getting their own ends off than giving a shit about you. It’s a struggle, and you’re pissed. 

You draw yourself off of Angel’s cock with a slick suck, wiping your messy mouth against the back of your arm as you climb off of the bed, beginning to search for your clothes. You’re pulling up your panties by the time they notice.

“...The hell are you going?”

Angel asks it first. Maybe his slicked cock caught a chill in your absence. 

“Somewhere else,” You answer flatly, wriggling the underwear up over your hips. 

“Why, preciosa?” Bishop asks. 

“You’re kidding, right?” You plant your hands on your hips, glancing between the two of you. “It’s like I’m not even here. You could have anyone between the two of you. So tell me if there’s someone down there that you want me to send up here, ‘cause I’d rather be with guys that actually wanna fuck me, not have a dick measuring contest.” 

You see the two of them trade gazes before you turn away, trying to find where they’d thrown your pants. You hear the steady footfalls behind you, and you go still as Angel palms your hip. You know it’s him by the feeling of his cool rings against your skin. 

“Hang on,” He murmurs, head dipping to brush against your jaw. Bishop crowds in beside you, boxing you between the two of them. 

“We didn’t mean to ignore you, dulzura,” Bishop insists. You can feel his cock brushing against you. You bite your lip, trying to stem the want you feel for them. 

“You can leave if you like, but I don’t want you to,” Angel murmurs. You feel Bishop’s hand lift from you, and feel Angel squirm out of the way of a jabbing poke. Then he corrects, “We don’t want you to.” 

You glance between the two of them, wary for a moment. 

“...If y’all start acting up again, I’m leaving,” You warn. 

“Understood,” Angel agrees over Bishop’s murmur of, “Of course.” 

-- 

They don’t act up. 

Well, not exactly. 

You do have to flick Angel’s forehead once, when he tries to muscle in on Bishop eating your pussy. Bishop gives him a warning sidelong glance, his lips still brushing against your mound. Angel’s eyes narrow at him, his shoulder shoving in against Bishop’s before you give him that petulant flick. Angel’s eyes dart to you, soft and penitent, before he’s climbing up, covering your mouth with his. You smile into the embrace, hooking your arm around his shoulders and sliding your hand up into his hair. He smooths his hand over your thigh, over your hip, along your belly before he skims his fingertips over your sensitive, pebbling nipple. You arch up into the touch, slipping another hand into Bishop’s hair. You give both men a tug, and they groan in tandem. 

You shiver between them, letting your head loll to the side as Angel’s kisses lower to your neck. You shift your hips down into Bishop’s questing fingers and tongue, whining softly, as he curls them, beckoning toward himself. 

“Fuck, Obispo,” You mumble. You feel Angel go still, affronted, and you turn your head, giving his head a kiss. Angel glances up at you, and you give him a soft, knowing smile. He leans up into you, slipping his tongue between your lips—perhaps to keep you from praising the club president further. 

“Want you,” You mumble fervently as Angel’s kiss breaks, “Please.” 

Both lean back, sharing a glance before turning to you again. 

“Which?” Angel asks. You swallow thickly, body washing over with nervous heat. 

“Both?” 

-- 

“Fuck,” Bishop mumbles, over Angel’s emphatic, “Damn.” 

Your face manages a flustered smile, even as your cunt and ass throb around them. You lean down against Angel’s chest, adjusting to the feeling of the two of them filling you. Bishop crowds close against your back, seating himself deeper as he lays nipping kisses along your shoulder. 

“How are you holding up, dulzura?”  Bishop murmurs into your skin. You shudder, giving a tentative shift of your hips, and loosing a whimper at the overwhelming feeling of them. 

“I think she likes it,” Angel coos, gripping your jaw to hold your gaze, “I think we’re scrambling her pretty little brain.” 

You sway into him as if drunk, your mind muddled by the sensation as you catch his lips in a kiss. Bishop chuckles behind you. He hooks an arm around your shoulder, drawing your back against his chest and straightening the two of you up. 

“Is that right?” Bishop murmurs. “I think this is the longest I’ve ever had you quiet.”

You nearly laugh, fighting back the sound as you weakly whack at his thigh. 

“Move,” You manage to mumble, “One of you—Just—Oh—” Your plea catches in your throat as Angel gives his hips a shove up and into you. Bishop groans softly, tightening his arm around your shoulders as the three of you begin to move in tandem. You’re overwhelmed by the feeling of them filling you so completely. You let your head tip back against Bishop’s shoulder, shivering as their hands grope and trail across your body. You whimper as the two of them move, Bishop shifting in as Angel eases back, and Angel pressing back in as Bishop pulls back. You find yourself practically passed between them with each thrust and grind.

You don’t try to shield your whimpers and whines. Their names fall from your mouth as you practically vibrate between them, overstimulated and brainless. 

Bishop grasps the back of your neck, steering your head down to kiss Angel. You accept the position and the kiss happily, squeezing down around their cocks as you roll your hips against them. Angel kisses your fervently as Bishop sucks a harsh hickey against your neck.

--  

“Sweet little thing, aren’t you,” Angel chuckles. You don’t answer; just sag against his chest. Bishop rubs his hand across your back, easing out carefully,and chuckling as you whimper and shake against him. Angel curls his arms around you, cuddling you into his chest. You nuzzle into his neck weakly, shivering. 

“...You got her?” Bishop directs the question to Angel, and you feel him nod a moment later. You tip your head toward Bishop, smiling tiredly as he presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“Night, Obisopa.” 

“Goodnght, dulzura.” 

You watch him go for a moment before you settled closed against Angel’s chest. 

“Wanna get cleaned up?” 

“Later,” You sigh. “I don’t think I can stand right now.” 

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[thegirlwhowritesfics]

This Hurts Like Hell

"High school sweethearts Angel Reyes and Hazel "Charlie" Cooper ended their relationship over a decade ago, with Charlie leaving town and Angel. Now she's back with a secret past and a wound that hasn't healed."

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three |Chapter Four |Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty | Chapter Twenty- One | Chapter Twenty-Two | Chapter Twenty-Three | Chapter Twenty-Four | Chapter Twenty-Five | Chapter Twenty-Six | Chapter Twenty-Seven | Chapter Twenty-Eight | Chapter Twenty-Nine | Chapter Thirty | Chapter Thirty-One | Chapter Thirty-Two | Chapter Thirty-Three | Chapter Thirty-Four | Chapter Thirty-Five | Chapter Thirty-Six | Thirty-Seven | Thirty-Eight | Chapter Thirty-Nine | Chapter Forty | Chapter Forty-One || Chapter Forty-Two || Forty-Three

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Heartache.

For: @storiesofsvu Birthday Bingo.

Square: Watch your f**king mouth.

Pairing: Bishop Losa x reader

WC: 442

Warnings: Spoiler of season 4, maybe don’t read it if you haven't see it yet. Very much angst. Some swears. Not a happy ending.

Enjoy x

Your heart broke into two when you opened the door and seen what Bishop was doing to the new girl on the pool table. He was only in your bed the night before after you took him home after he had drunk himself stupid, kissing you on the forehead the next morning before he left. You knew he was in an extremely bad place after everything had happen and how Ez showed his authority, but Bishop was normally a level headed loyal person, but now he was drinking himself stupid and who knew what the new girl was getting him into.

You walked into the club house early the next morning to get a head start on the cleaning of the bar incase the Yuma’s came for whatever reason. You weren’t surprised when you walked in and Bishop was passed out on the couch, with his pants still unbuckled and unzipped. You walked over to the radio and switched it on turning the volume up, the music blasting through the club house. Bishop almost jumped out of his skin, moving to sit up and crawled his head in his hands,

“You fucking right?”

“I’m sorry what?” you raised an eye brow at him from behind the bar.

Bishop jumped up, adjusting his pants to do them up while he walked behind the bar and pulled the plug of the stereo out of the power point, the club house falling silent,

“Don’t you raise your eye brow at me, Y/N” he raised his voice at you slightly.

“Shame you didn’t act like this last night, before Ez smacked you one”  

“Watch your fucking mouth”

“Or what? You’ll bend be over the pool table?”

You felt your eyes sting with tears as the words came out of your mouth, turning your head quickly away from him. You started to wipe down the counter again when you felt his warm hand land on yours. You paused and looked over at him, his eyes sad and his face soft for the first time in weeks,

“Y/N, let me-“

“No, Bishop” you pulled your hand away from him “There is nothing you can say or do, this is my last day here, Marcus knows already. I can’t-”

You grabbed your bag and all but ran around the bar to run out the door. He never ran after you and you weren’t sure you would ever hear from him again and maybe that was a good thing, but you couldn’t and you wouldn’t stay there after falling for someone that would so easily jump into bed with someone else when you knew he wasn’t that person.

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[bullet-prooflove]

Valentine's Day Bingo: Kicking - Bishop Losa x Reader

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Can be read as stand alone or a companion piece to:

Black Satin (NSFW) - Bishop discovers a surprise Christmas gift.

Gingerbread - Bishop comes home to a problem.

Snow - Bishop talks to you about something that's been on his mind.

Miracle - You and Bishop get an extra Christmas gift this year.

Hitting the Slow Dance Bingo Square

The first time Bishop feels his baby kick is during Coco and Stitche’s wedding reception. The two of you are swaying together on the dance floor, his grizzled cheek pressed against yours, eyes closed as the music serenades you. There’s no better feeling in the world than this, having you pressed up against him, the baby residing in the space between you.

You’re five months pregnant at this point, just starting to show. He spends his evenings singing lullabies to his daughter in Spanish, his lips ghosting over your skin before he gets distracted by other things.

It’s when the song changes that the baby starts to react. The band switches to something with a faster pace and he feels a tiny dig against his navel.

“Oh.” You say as you tilt your head to look up at him. “I think she’s kicking.”

You take his hand in yours, pressing his palm flat against the baby bump and he laughs when he feels the small nudge. He spends the next few minutes following his daughter’s movements before the song changes and the baby goes quiet.

“She’s strong.” He says fondly as he draws you into his arms once more. “She’s going to be exactly like you.”

“She could end up a hellion like you.” You counter and Bishop grumbles.

“I hope not.”

The last thing he wants for his daughter is for her to adopt his personality traits, he was wild as a teenager and his biggest fear is that his daughter will follow in his footsteps.

“You turned out alright in the end.” You remind him, your fingertips trailing over that sensitive little spot at the nape of his neck, the one that releases all his tension.

“With a little help.” He smiles, his forehead coming to rest upon yours.

Bishop has always been convinced that you saved him. He was a functioning alcoholic when he met you, smoking forty a day and running drugs and guns up and down the country. He’d expected to be dead before sixty, through a bullet or bike accident. He was careless with his own life, there hadn’t been much to live for after Aiden had died. He’d been in a state of depression for over eight years before he started to see the sun again.

Now he’s on the board of the community centre, he has a home, a partner, a baby on the way. He doesn’t drink anymore, he’s cut his smoking right down, he’s trying to quit before Luna arrives. The job is less risky because the club has gone legit. He’s happier than he’s ever been and he has you to thank for that.

“You saved my life.” He tells you as he cradles you close. “You saved my god damned life.”

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Hello my dear ❣️. Still love your writing and I’ve been missing it dearly the last months (that’s totally on me, not on you 😘). Can I make a request for Bish with prompt 3. “I’ll wait out here all night. I ain’t leaving until you listen to what I gotta say.” And could you make it dark? 👀

Love you ma’am! ❤️

Hello my sweetheart! Anything for you, so here we go, some dark n' angsty with Bish for you. Love you, too!

The house feels empty without him and his possessions, every last trace of him packed into boxes and left on the drive, waiting for him to collect. You would have tossed it all out there with as little feeling as he showed towards your marriage vows, had you not been so insufferably neat.

Looking around, the spaces where his things once occupied feel vast, the way his interests mingled with yours always seeming so perfect, from the artwork by Mexican painters he was always so proud to display, to the music collection that once took up a now baren shelving unit, the separation of possessions is what hammers home the separation of you and him.

It still makes you feel sick to ponder, the reason why your six year marriage came to such a screeching, abrupt halt. How could he? How could he do that to you?

This Obispo, the one whose infidelity finally surfaced just five days ago, is not the same man you married. Well, you tell yourself that. The evidence suggests otherwise. When headlights beam in through your living room window, that sickness you feel rises like a tide, your estranged husband arriving in a van to collect everything out there waiting for him.

Your heart lurches when you see him step out, the part of you that still loves and misses him despite who he truly is beneath it all longing for his arms, the place you always felt so warm and safe.

Never, ever again. Not after this.

You watch him load the boxes into the van, making short work of the task, hoping that he makes an equally speedy retreat. No such luck. Your jaw sets and your heart somersaults with sadness when you watch him approach the front door, knocking upon the glass panel.

"Fuck off, Obispo," you call, knowing your voice will carry through the open living room window.

"Sweetheart, come on. We gotta talk."

You scoff, unable to prevent anger and indignance from propelling your feet across the floor, flinging the front door open, your face tightly pinched with incredulity. "We don't have to talk at all, and I am not you're damned sweetheart. Not any longer, you sack of shit."

He sighs, scratching his stubbly face. He finally shaved the beard off, of which you never thought suited him, much preferring the thick mustache and heavy stubble he now sports once again. “I’ll wait out here all night. I ain’t leaving until you listen to what I gotta say.”

"Listen to what you've got to say?" Your statement is delivered through gritted teeth, taken aback and awash with rage that this man truly thinks anything he has to say will improve upon the mess between you both. "There is nothing you have to say that I could possibly want to hear. Nothing can make what you did better!"

"Baby, please, let me explain. I..."

"Stop it!" you scream, your fists balling. "There's nothing to explain! You can't explain away the fact that you've spent the entirety of our marriage fucking other women behind my back! You can't explain away the fact you had, what was it, seven side chicks over the course of six years, and Christ knows how many other bike bunnies you poked your dick in, too!

"Let's not forget the fact you got one of them pregnant, of course, her and her big ole' baby bump showing up here to tell me all about it! How is Maria, by the way? Still out of her damned mind to be shacking up with you? In fact, don't even answer that. I don't want to hear it. Never wanted kids with me, but when some little nineteen-year-old tramp comes along, oh yeah, that's good enough for you, isn't it?"

Slamming the door, you leave him there on the porch, tearing through the house as the bile rises in your throat, throwing the bathroom door open to expel the contents of your stomach into the toilet. That's what makes you the most nauseous, the fact his side piece had the gall to turn up at your home and gloat to you, show off the full swell of her pregnant belly, something you've wanted with him for the entirety of your marriage, something he always said 'maybe one day' over whenever you brought it up.

He's off playing happy fucking families with her, and where are you? Crying on the floor of your bathroom, the taste of vomit like poison upon your tongue, all alone. No husband, no baby, no nothing.

Maybe the fact you never had children together is a good thing, though, so they didn't have to grow up with a man like that for a father. You pity his unborn offspring, with those two as parents, a man who can't keep it in his pants, and a woman so adept in moral turpitude that she'd weaponise her pregnancy purely to hurt a woman she doesn't even know.

Despite his statement that he wouldn't leave until you'd heard what he had to say, you find him gone by the time you arrive back in the living room, sitting down with your head in your hands, tears falling over the wedding band and engagement ring you're still not strong enough to slide from your finger.

Diamonds might be forever, but the man who gave them to you certainly isn't.

[drabbles-mc]

Disaster Dates: Movie Night

Bishop Losa x F!Reader

Disaster Dates Masterlist

Prompt from This Post: Person A and Person B go to see a movie together but they both end up really not enjoying the film

Warnings: 18+, language

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: So, truthfully, if it weren't for @withmyteeth this series wouldn't be a thing at all whatsoever. But she funneled this particular idea directly into my brain this time last year when I was first starting to go through all of the prompts. So as always, shout-out to the other half of my brain. 💖

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The movie had been his idea in the first place, and now he was regretting everything about the suggestion. He didn’t even particularly like going to the movies. You knew that, too, which is why in the few dates that the two of you had gone on, it had never been something you suggested. He liked that you tried to be accommodating, but he also knew that you loved going to the movies. Long before he’d ever bucked up and asked you out, he would constantly hear you talking to Gilly and Coco about whatever movies you’d gone to see over the last few weeks.

So he figured that this time around, he would do something that you wanted to do. After all, that’s how the whole dating thing was supposed to work, right? And besides, it wasn’t as though he hated the movies. It just wasn’t something he ever went out of his way to do. But maybe it’d be different with you. Everything else seemed to be, so why not this?

He should’ve just stuck to what he knew.

Or, he should’ve let you pick the movie. Should’ve insisted on it. Because when he pitched the idea, his initial thought was that he would just let you pick whatever movie you had been wanting to see next and taking care of the tickets. And the popcorn, because you insisted that no movie experience is complete without popcorn. But since he was actually going to try out the whole movie theater thing, you thought it was only fair that he also got to pick the movie. After all, you didn’t want to end up picking a movie that you wanted to see and he ended up hating.

You should’ve gone for it, though. At least then one of you would’ve enjoyed the movie. At least then, maybe, you’d have a shot at getting Bishop to come back to the movies with you again in the future. But, from the look on his face when you glanced over at him a few times throughout the film, you didn’t think that that was going to be happening.

Meanwhile, Bishop was wondering if he really just hated movies that much, or if he just had the unfortunate bad luck of picking one that was terrible. He had to assume it was the latter—there was no way that you would make a point to put yourself through this on a regular basis, no way you would keep coming back for more. He kept stealing looks at you throughout, hoping to try and get a better idea of where you were at. Your expression was painfully neutral, though, and he couldn���t help but to think that that didn’t bode well. You were someone who wore their feelings clear on their face, good or bad. So the indifference he saw on you must’ve been your attempt at being polite. He just wanted to sink into the floor.

There was a moment, when the two of you were about forty minutes into the movie (although Bishop swore it felt like the two of you had been there for hours already), when he was about to just lean over and ask you if you wanted to get up and leave. It was definitely an option. The theater already got their money—it wasn’t like a bouncer was going to show up and stop the two of you from leaving. The mental image of that was more entertaining than anything in the film the two of you had paid for.

He desperately wanted out. Hell, at that point he would settle for buying a second set of tickets to something that you would actually want to see.  Anything that gave him a shot of not being in the theater anymore. You hadn’t said anything to him, though, and that put the tiniest bit of fear in the back of his mind that he had been misreading the entire thing. One bad film and suddenly he felt like he was back in high school again, going to put his arm around a cute girl and getting curved in the process. It was the same level of embarrassment, one that he had hoped to go the rest of his life avoiding.

The screen finally faded to black and the credits started to roll. Most of Bishop was relieved, just glad that the entire shitshow was over with. But, when the lights started to come up, the relief was quickly replaced with a feeling of dread at the fact that he was going to have to look at you after that entire experience and try to figure out if he was supposed to be pretending he hadn’t just spent the last two hours wanting to gouge his own eyes out, or having to try and convince you that despite how atrocious this experience was, continuing to date him wouldn’t be so horrible. He wasn’t ready to try and scan your face and make that game-time decision, so he looked at the screen for a little longer to try and buy some more time.

Unlike Bishop, you were already staring at him. You knew how he felt about it—there were no guessing games there. The most surprising thing to you was that he hadn’t already shot up out of his seat, grabbed your hand, and dragged you from the theater. You also couldn’t believe that he hadn’t asked to leave earlier. You were curious as to what his next move was going to be.

You grabbed your bag off the floor and pulled it up onto your lap with the bucket of popcorn, which was one of the only redeemable qualities of the last few hours. Raising your eyebrows, you continued to wait for him to look over at you. It was really only a small handful of seconds, but it felt like much longer given the state of everything.

Finally, you decided to break the silence. “Waiting to see if there’s an end-credit scene?” you joked.

That got him to finally turn and look at you. “A what?”

You laughed and shook your head. “Some movies put clips at the end of the credits.” You paused, trying not to be too amused at the bewildered look on his face. “I doubt this one will, though.”

“You don’t…do you wanna stay and find out?” It sounded like it physically pained him to say the words.

You found that to be a little endearing, to say the least. You shook your head as you stood up from your seat. “Fuck no.”

His entire body visibly relaxed in his seat for a moment as he let out a sigh of relief. Setting his hands on the armrests on either side of him, he pushed himself up out of the chair. Looking over at you, he cracked the smallest smile, but the first one you’d seen since the lights went down in the theater. “Thank god.”

You shook your head as you laughed, hugging the nearly-empty tub of popcorn to your chest. “Come on, this already took more years off my lifespan than it was worth.”

The two of you walked down the steps of the movie theater and made your way towards the door. Bishop walked beside you, trying to figure out the best way to come out and ask a very blunt question. “So that…that was bad, right? That was a fucking bad movie?”

You burst out laughing, nodding as he pushed the theater door open for you. “Yes, that was a bad fucking movie.”

“Fuck.” He let out a laugh that sounded more relieved than anything. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”

You looked over at him with a small smile on your face. “Oh yea?”

“Yea. Because if that’s just how movies are, I would have to ask you what’s wrong with you and why you would spend so much time putting yourself through that.”

You playfully bumped your shoulder against his. “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to leave, then?”

“Because you didn’t say that it was fucking bad!” he replied as he laughed in disbelief.

“I didn’t want to shit all over your movie choice!” You were laughing so hard now that you had to actually focus on not dropping the bucket in your arms. “I was trying to figure out if I was going to keep dating someone who just had horrendous taste in movies. I was really weighing the pros and cons of that.”

“Were you?” he asked as he dug out the keys to his car.

“Yea, I was. That, and, come on, Bishop, you have yet to keep your mouth shut when you don’t like something. Why would I think that changed because of this? Something that you don’t even really like doing?”

He wanted to have a good argument for that, but the truth was that he didn’t. He’d never been all that great at biting his tongue or sugar-coating things, something that was most certainly a common thread in conflicts with him in past relationships. He supposed that he couldn’t blame you for thinking that if it was something that was really bothering him, he’d say something.

“Fine,” he finally conceded as you both reached the car. “I guess that makes sense.” He paused, watching as you walked over to the passenger side door. There was a smile tugging at his lips as he asked, “You’re really bringing that home?”

“Um, yea?” you replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I told you, Bishop, popcorn is like an integral part of the movie experience.” You paused. “Even if the movie sucks.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Get in the car.” When you were both situated and buckled in, he turned and asked you, “Your place or mine?”

“Gonna let me make all the decisions for awhile?” you asked with a soft chuckled. When he just nodded in reply, you thought about your answer. “Mine.” There was a flicker of disappointment across his face that you couldn’t help but to notice, so you added onto your statement. “You should stay over though…if you can.”

“Yea?”

You nodded. “Yea. Besides,” you shimmied a bit to try and get more comfortable in your seat, “maybe then I can pick a move that the both of us will actually enjoy.”

“The bar is on the fucking floor, sweetheart, so I think we’ll be alright.”

In the relatively short amount of time that the two of you had been dating, you definitely spent more time over at Bishop’s place than he spent at yours. You never really stopped to question why that was—it wasn’t as though he ever seemed opposed to coming over to your apartment. Things usually just played out and ended up with you at his place.

Despite that being the case, he seemed relatively comfortable and at-home as the two of you started to settle in for the evening. You were both camped out on the couch. He was tucked into the corner of it, leaning against the arm of the sofa while you were leaning against him, your arm draped across his middle while your head rested against the side of his chest. You felt each breath he took in and out, and there was something soothing about it.

True to your word, you had chosen another movie to watch. You picked something that didn’t require a heavy mental and emotional investment, knowing that both you and Bishop were still a bit spent from the entire debacle earlier, plus now it was starting to get a bit late. Even so, you still found yourself paying pretty good attention. The few times you glanced up at Bishop, it seemed like he was actually enjoying himself a fair bit as well. Even though, like he said, the bar was on the floor.

Both of you had been silent for a while during the movie when you spoke up with another quick, offhand comment about it. “You know what’s funny?” you asked as you glanced up at him.

You chuckled softly when you realized that you weren’t going to be getting an answer from him about it. He still had one arm looped around you as he sat nestled into the corner of the couch. However, his head was now tilted back slightly and resting against the back of the couch. His eyes were shut, and when you listened closely, you could hear that he was just on the brink of starting to snore.

You hummed in quiet amusement to no one other than yourself as you settled a little more against his side. Maybe it was true that Bishop just wasn’t the kind of guy who was cut out to be a big movie person. There were worse things in the world.

Plus, you had to admit that it was nice that he was comfortable enough to fall asleep like that. He hadn’t even done that during the times when you went over to his—you were almost always the first one to fall asleep. You took the small win for what it was. At least this time around you had a comfortable pillow while you finished your movie.

[myckicade]

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[flightlessangelwings]

A Quiet Moment

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

Word count: 750

Prompt: "as your lover is undressing, you come up from behind, tracing kisses from their neck to their shoulders, as you feel them leaning into your touch" for Bishop (requested by anon for my 3k follower celebration)

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, hint of spice (my blog is still 18+ only!!)

Notes: Oh Bishop my love!! You may have been an ass this past season, but I still love you lol! Thank you so much, anon for the request! I really enjoyed writing this one!

I also have an update blog to stay up to date on when I post @flightlessangelwings-updates​

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It was late when you finally made it home, and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and into your lover’s arms. It was a stressful time for both of you, and you wanted to be there for him as best as you could. Bishop had been through so much in his life, and you hoped that you were a brief relief from the pressures that constantly weighed on his shoulders.

You were quiet as you entered the home you shared with Bishop. It was dark inside, but you knew from the bike parked out front that he was there. You slipped off your shoes and made your way back into the bedroom where you hoped he would be.

Just as you thought, there he was. Bishop had his back to you as he slowly stripped off his kutte. He must have just beaten you home by the looks of it and with a smirk on your face you tip-toed your way over to him. 

Without a word, you reached out for the toned muscles of his shoulders and you heard him hiss in surprise for a moment. Bishop’s shoulders tensed as he spun around with a hardened look on his face. Once he saw it was you, though, he immediately softened.

“Hey sweetheart,” he purred as he flashed you a smile and turned back around and tugged at his shirt.

“Hola, amor,” you whispered back as you gently squeezed his shoulders.

“I just got home,” Bishop murmured as you ran your hands across his skin and kneaded his muscles.

“I figured. You’ve barely been home much lately,” you kissed his shoulder, “You fucking asshole,” you added as you playfully smacked his back.

Bishop shorted a laugh, “I know, I’m sorry baby.” His voice was low, but soft and genuine, and you knew he meant his words. 

You stayed silent as you went back to working out the knots in his muscles. Bishop let out a low groan as his eyes fluttered closed and he leaned back into your touch. His hands let go of his undershirt as he just enjoyed the pleasure of your touch. Under your own hands, you felt the way time had taken its toll on your lover as you tried your best to release some of the tension he held in his muscles.

As his shoulders slowly softened and dropped, you ran your hands down his sides and rested on his waist as you leaned your head against him. No words were exchanged between the two of you, none were needed. The two of you just swayed silently without any music as you took in a deep breath.

His hands came up and covered your own on his waist but neither of you bothered to move more than that. Bishop leaned back and rested his head over yours as he gave your hands a squeeze. He couldn’t see it, but you grinned widely at his shows of affection that he saved for when it was just the two of you alone.

After several long moments, you moved your hands and tugged at Bishop’s shirt. Still without a word, he knew what you wanted and Bishop released his grip of you and allowed you to pull the fabric up and off his body.

Your breath momentarily caught in your throat as you scanned over his bare skin as if it was the first time you were seeing it. Sometimes, you wondered if you told him enough how much you admired him and what effect he had on you. But, you hoped that your action spoke louder and any words could as you placed feather-light kisses along the top of his shoulder and up his neck while your hands found their way back to his waist. This time, your grip was rougher, and he knew exactly what that meant.

“You wanna take this party over to the bed, sweetheart?” Bishop groaned as he spun around and faced you. He paused for a moment as he took in the sight of you in the moonlight, “Fuck you are so beautiful,” he added before he lunged forward and took your lips with his in a heated kiss.

“So are you,” you breathed in between kisses as you let him drag you over to the bed as the moment turned more passionate. It wasn’t often both of you had quiet moments like this, and you and Bishop were determined to enjoy every last second you could with each other. 

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Touching foreheads with bish? He has big cuddle energy😊

Send me a Physical Intimacy Prompt!

He does! ! ! ! He does have big cuddle energy! ! !

Warnings: Cuddly Bish Bish

It's been a long few weeks. Your ears perk up at the sound of the bike pulling into the driveway. You've told yourself this entire time that you won't make a fuss when he gets home, but there you are, running to the front door and tugging it open. You manage just to restrain yourself just long enough to wait in the doorway for Bishop to dismount, tug off his helmet, and lower the kickstand.

He grins at the sight of you, and it burrows a warmth into your stomach as your face stretches wide to match his expression. Still, Bishop takes his damn time walking up the drive, tugging the zipper of his jacket down with one hand, his helmet gripped in his other hand.

"Hi, baby," He coos as he draws closer.

"Hi," You mumble. You find that you can't step back from the doorway to let him in, as if there's something gluing you there. Bishop makes no objection, raising his arm to curl around your middle and draw you in, in full view of the neighbors.

"You miss me?" He murmurs.

"Of course I did."

You tip your head slightly, pleadingly. He doesn't make you wait long—just ducks his mouth to sweetly cover yours. You grin, looping your arms around his neck and sagging against the rigid doorway. Bishop hums gently against your lips, steering you back into the doorway and slotting his thigh between your legs.

"Obispo," You bashfully scold as he lowers his head to your neck. "Someone will see."

"Let them see," He murmurs. "Let them see how I take care of my girl."

You grin, sliding your hands down to rest to either side of his neck.

"I missed you so much, Obispo," You murmur.

"I know," Bishop murmurs, resting his forehead tenderly against yours. "I missed you, too."