sideblog for everything mayans mc aka my daddies😂my main is @oscars-wifeyyy
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Protective Detail (14/?)
Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader
Warnings: language, Nestor being in his feelings
Word Count: 3.9k
A/N: Not me writing a late-night update after the 2-second clip of Nestor in the trailer put me in my feelings 😅 Regardless of the source of the motivation, here’s another chapter! Just a little snippet of something. A little bit of Miguel backstory, perhaps?? Something to build upon in later chapters, maybe???? Stay tuned to find out hahaha. Hope y’all enjoy! (Also I literally wrote and posted this all in one go so sorry if there’s any grammar/spelling errors. Got caught up in my feelings and editing was not a priority lmao)
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ughhhhhh nestor is just so🤤🤤
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Don't nah to me.
❝ request by @yourwonkywriter: Hi, Aurora, beautiful piece of art, my friend, my love, marry me and god bless your parents. Could I please request number 6 of the Random prompts list with Nestor (if that one isn’t taken, yet? Thank you💖✨
❝ request by @the-radical-venus: Hey!! I love the new prompts it was so hard to decide on one I'm so excited! Idk how I'm going to be able to wait until January, Ive been waiting everyday for each of your November prompts to come out so I've kinda sold you my soul at this point haha “Wanna like— I mean, if you're not busy… We could get lunch, maybe? Or even just a coffee, if you don't have a lot of time?” For nestor oceteva? Preferably him saying that line?
❝ prompts: “Nah”. “Don’t ‘nah’ to me”. / “Wanna like— I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch, maybe? Or even just a coffee, if you don’t have a lot of time?”
❝ words: about 800.
Gif credits to my lovely @sonsofeorl.
AHHH LIL NESTOR BABY IS NERVOUS🥺🥺my heart is full today
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Good night.
❝ request by @supervalcsi: Hello, love! Can I maybe request prompt 2 with Bishop? I didn't want to request, but that prompt is just so me, I couldn't leave out this opportunity 😂 Thank you, love! You are absolutely the best and I love you so much!! 💖
❝ request by @lexiibishop: Can I have fluff #8 with Bishop please.
❝ prompts: “Stop keeping your phone silent, you got me worried”. / “I’ve always wanted to see you wearing one of my shirts”.
❝ words: about 550 words.
Gif credits to my lovely @sonsofeorl.
ok cuz same i always have my phone on silent 😂
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"So what have YOU done for your neighbors lately, Brenda?"😂😂😂
Guys, I live in Tennessee and I've seen the damage from the fire, it's not as bad now, barely noticeable, but a couple years ago it was definitely bad, but Dolly Parton is a literal lifesaver, I mean, she did all of that to help people get back on their feet, and now she's donating to help find a cure.
Dolly Parton is a true hero.
“I’ve got time today, Brenda.” 😂
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OBISPO LOSA
I needed more Bishop fics so I'm going to write some. Sorry not sorry, I just adore him and think he deserves some love. I did name the character in this story simply because it was easier for me personally to write (don't judge me, Y/N got confusing) but please, feel free to insert your own name. 😏
- Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Tiny bit of violence, Protects O/C from possible assult.
- Spanish is not my first language, I know some things here and there but I am NOT fluent. Praying that everything makes sense to you.
- I don't own Bishop or anything Mayans related. Just my original character and her story.
- This is my first fanfic/drabble/whatever you'd like to call it, please be gentle.
Sweat dripped down Lily's back as she stepped away from her friends. They've been dancing all night and her legs were beginning to burn. She was hot. Way too hot. If she didn't get something cool to drink soon, she feared she'd pass out.
Weaving through the crowd, Lily found a spot by the bar, leaning against it patiently. It was busy tonight, busier than last weekend, and the poor bartender looked overwhelmed. People yelled from every direction, wanting his attention, wanting their drinks. Lily shook her head as someone yelled something obscene. It really wasn't the guys fault, this place should hire some more people to help him out.
Lily considered hopping over the bar to get herself some water, but between her heels and her tight dress, she decided that would be a diaster. Instead she hissed under her breath as another person elbowed her in the side. Shit. That one hurt.
"Are you waited on?" The bartended was back, yelling at her over the music.
Shaking her head, Lily leaned forward, "can I get three waters please?" Handing him some cash, Lily returned his polite smile. "Thank you!" A moment later, three plastic bottles were pressed into her hands, condensation dripping down the sides. Ice cold. Perfect.
Twisting the cap off one, Lily took a quick sip, nearly spilling it on herself as another person bumped into her. Recapping it, she swiped a hand over her mouth. Her friend had insisted that she come along tonight. Argued that a person wouldn't get to know the area by staying in and reading. She had a point and despite Lily's desire to stay home, she decided to come out with her friend. Now, as she got another elbow to the side, Lily was starting to regret it. It was getting late and she was tired and that cozy book nook was starting to sound better and better.
Turning to go back to her friends, Lily stopped short as someone stepped into her path. A man, tall and skinny with greasy blond hair blocked the way. He smiled at her, but unlike the bartender, it wasn't out of kindness or him trying to be polite. It was sly and menacing and the little hairs on the back of her neck prickled with apprehension.
"Excuse me." She forced a smile, eyes flicking toward the corner where her friends were still dancing. They'd never hear her if she yelled.
"Hold on a minute, baby, let me get you a drink."
"I'm good, but thank you." She held up the water bottles, attempting to walk around him. A large hand shot out, clamping down on her arm. Lily gasped, panic rising in her belly.
"I said hold on a minute." He growled, eyes narrowing, mouth twisting into a nasty smirk.
"Please don't touch me." She tried again with the politeness, trying to pull her arm back. Maybe he was just drunk. Her stomach dropped as his his steely fingers tightened, squeezing her arm in a vice-like grip. Lily dropped the waters, tears springing to her eyes as she looked up into a face full of bad intentions. Okay, not drunk, just mean.
"She said not to fucking touch her." Someone behind her snarled, startling Lily and the man holding her arm.
Both of their heads turned toward the person stepping up to her side. Tall, broad, and built, the guy looked like he'd have no trouble holding his own in a fight.
Not once did he look in Lily's direction, instead he stared the guy down. Stepping closer, he slid in between them, angling his body in a way that had Lily almost entirely behind him. Her chest nearly touching his back as it rose and fell rapidly, she wished she could just back away and disappear. The guys hand was still locked on her arm though, twisting it awkwardly around the man who had stepped between them.
Lily's eyes traced the patterned sewed on the back of his black, leather vest. Some kind of face looked back at her, green letters spelling out 'Mayans MC...' and something else, but before she could finish reading it her arm was being shoved back at her. Lily stumbled under the force of it. A hand landed on her shoulder, steadying her before she could fall. Looking back, Lily found two more men, both wearing vests like the one in front of her. They offered her sympathetic smiles, making sure she was steady on her feet before pulling away.
A shy smile tugged at her lips as she tried to convey with her eyes how thankful she was. They both nodded, looking over her shoulder as their... Boss? Lily wasn't sure exactly what the guy was to them, but his whole demeanor from the way he stood to the way he spoke screamed dominance. And these two, they seemed like easy, breezy goofballs.
Turning back to the man, Lily found him already facing her, scanning his eyes from her head to her feet and back again. Checking for injuries? Or checking her out... Again, Lily was felt anxious and unsure.
"Are you alright, querida?"
Lily nodded once, biting down on her trembling lip as she looked around.
"He's gone, you don't have to worry about him anymore." The man supplied, watching her shoulders drop ever so slightly. He eyed her carefully, she still looked tense, but he couldn't blame her for being shook up after what just happened.
The man before her stooped and grabbed the bottles of water she had dropped. Reaching around her, he handed two to the guys behind her, nodding toward the corner where her friends were. They were probably wondering where she got to at this point. Lily watched the men head in that direction. The crowd she had to fight her way through not ten minutes ealier parted like the red sea for the men in vest. Interesting. She must have looked worried because the man was stepping forward and pulling her attention toward him again.
"Leticia is a good friend of ours, her and her friend will be safe with the guys." Lily's eyes jumped from him to the backs of his friends as they walked away. From her spot near the bar, Lily could just make out Leti throwing her arms around one of the guys, laughing as they hugged in the middle of the dance floor. She obviously knew them, just like he said. Lily relaxed a bit more, allowing her tight shoulders to slump as she cradled her arm to her chest. The fear drained out of her as she looked back into the man's eyes, leaving her feeling exhausted and woozy.
"Wanna step outside? Get some air? You look ready to pass out." He gave her a soft smile, looking genuinely concerned for her, like he expected her to fall over at any moment.
Letting her eyes drop to his boot-clad feet before bringing them back up to his face, Lily considered walking outside with some she didn't know. Dressed in ripped jeans, a dark tee-shirt and that leather vest, he looked exactly like someone she shouldn't be hanging out with and yet, he was the one who intervened on her behalf.
Nodding at him again, Lily watched him turn and walk toward the door. Like the other two, the crowd seemed to part for him. No one bumped into him, or jabbed him with an elbow, in fact, no one even attempted to make eye contact. They all just scurried out of the way. Smiling to herself, Lily followed him out of the bar.
The two of them stepped to the left of the door, stopping just a few feet from the entrance. Well lit by a nearby street lamp, they stood in the direct eye of the public. Lily chalked another point up for him, his obvious attempts to make her less anxious didn't go unnoticed by her.
"Can I see it?" His voice slid over her, raising goosebumps in its wake. Deep, rich and smooth Lily wondered when the last time someone had effected her so much with just their voice. Maybe she was calming down, or maybe she couldn't hear him the best over the music when they were inside, but wow.
Leaning back against the rough brick of the building, Lily lifted her arm, holding it out to him silently. Dark eyes bore into hers just a second longer before he took a step closer, taking her wrist gently in his hand. Lifting his other hand, he carefully ran his fingers over the bruise. A sharp hiss escaped from between Lily's teeth.
"I'm sorry," he apologized quickly, lifting his gaze back to hers, revealing sincere guilt.
"It's okay," she assured him, meeting his eyes.
Holding her wrist higher, he asked, "can you wiggle your fingers for me?" She did, slowly, but they all moved. "Good, doesn't seem serious, just a bruise. If the pain gets worse though definitely get it checked out, okay?"
Lily nodded again, "Thank you s-" her voice cracked and she immediately attempted to clear her dry throat and start over. The need to express her gratitude pushing through her discomfort.
"Hold on, take a drink." And suddenly he was releasing her wrist and twisting the top off the water bottle he had apparently been holding this whole time.
Lily nodded, holding it to her lips and swallowing a big gulp. It soothed her scratchy throat immediately and after taking another swig, she reached for the lid. He held it out to her, the cap looking even smaller sitting on the palm of his hand. Twisting it on, she sat the bottle at her feet. Resting her head back against the building, Lily pulled the a big breath into her lungs. She felt as if she had been holding her breath since the whole thing happened. With closed eyes, she let it out slowly before lifting her head and looking back at the man in front of her.
"What's your name?"
He winced. "When you didn't ask earlier, I assumed you knew who I was."
"How would I... Oh, Leti."
"She's at the clubhouse all the time, I thought maybe she told you about us or something."
"Sorry, I'm new to the area, I don't even know where or what the clubhouse is." Lily laughed then, feeling awkward. He grinned at her, his smile lifting his thick mustache. Watching her stroke a hand through her hair, he placed a hand on his chest.
"Obispo Losa, or Bishop to most people." Offering that same hand, he apologized again, "I should have introduced myself earlier, please forgive my lack of manners."
Not wanting to give him her sore arm, she held out her left hand instead. The handshake was sloppy and awkward, but his grin stretched, crinkling the corners of his eyes. The rough pad of his thumb rubbed a slow circle into the back of her hand.
"I... Uh... Lily." His smile only grew as she stammered, a dark eyebrow quirked as he waited for the rest of her name. Pinching her eyes shut, she dropped her head back against the building, pulling away from him to squeeze the bridge of her nose like she always did when she was frustrated.
A large hand enveloped hers, tugging it gently away from her face. Lily snapped her eyes open, surprised by his touch. He held her hand in both of his, begining to draw those circles angain with his thumbs. Bending his knees slightly, Bishop dipped his head in an attempt to meet her eyes.
"Just Lily, or do I get a last name?"
"Just Lily for now." She blushed under his intense gaze, shifting her eyes from his down to their hands.
"Well it's nice to meet you, just Lily." Lifting her hand to his mouth, he pressed two plush lips against her knuckles before releasing her altogether and taking a step back.
She was starting to look nervous again and the last thing Bishop wanted to do was scare her after the night she had. Not just tonight, not ever. He corrected himself mentally. An odd feeling of protectiveness washed through him as he looked down at her. Long hair fell around her bare shoulders, tanned skin contrasted against her red dress. God, she was beautiful.
A loud laugh had both of their heads turning in the direction of the entrance. Panic filled Lily's eyes as she recognized the man stepping outside. Bishop decided right there and then he hated it. That look in her eyes, the way her chest heaved with quickening breath, her small hands fisting at her sides as she tried to hide their trembling... All of it. The idea of her being afraid didn't sit right with him. It churned his stomach, lit a fire in his veins. If it was up to him, he'd kill that guy then and there so she'd never have to see him again. That would bring too much heat on the club though. For now, he needed to stay calm.
Pivoting on the heel of his boot, Bishop placed himself between Lily and the man walking in their direction. Hoping that the action would both calm her and encourage the guy to keep walking. Recognition flickered in his bloodshot eyes, a sneer twisting his mouth. Guess not.
"Well, well, looks like El Presidente wanted the little whore for himself, huh?" The guy elbowed his buddy, both of them laughing at her expense.
Seriously fuck these guys. Bishop's hand curled into a tight fist, rage coursing through him. They were dea-
"Bish..." One word. A shortened version of his name. An intimate nickname that only his closest friends used. Hushed. Breathy. It was like cold water dousing his anger. A small hand landed on his back, just below his shoulder blade and it seared right through his clothing and into his skin. Fuck. His fingers slowly uncurled, flexing slowly by his side. Stay cool.
The two guys looked at each other, smug smiles on their faces. "Biiiish." The one of left whined, making it sound dirty and crude.
"Keep practicing, honey, you don't quite have that down yet." The other guy spoke, chuckling again.
"Come mierda, pendejos." Bishop spit, wanting nothing more than to knock them both on their asses.
"You stupid Mexican gangbangers think you rule these streets. Wake up, jefe. Not everyone around here bows down to you. Go back to Mexico and tend someone's garden."
Bishop turned slightly, looking over his shoulder at Lily, clocking her quivering lip. It took all of his strength to face the men calmly.
"Keep walking." Keep walking or so help you, God.
"Make us, El Presidente."
Bishop sucked in a breath, fighting the urge to ram this guy's teeth down his throat.
"He's not so tough without his dogs nipping at his heels, huh?" The other guy nudged his friend.
"I swear to God, if you don't keep walking." Bishop's voice dropped an octave as he took a threatening step forward. Lily remained quiet behind him, her hand falling away. He felt the loss in his bones. Like someone pulled an ice pack off a burn, all the heat came rushing to the surface.
"Have fun with the little puta, let us know if you need help making her cooperate!" It was meant to be a quick jab, just one more insult thrown over their shoulder as they walked away, but before they could so much as turn away, Bishop was on them.
Grabbing the blond guy by the collar of his shirt, Bishop reeled back his hand, throwing his whole shoulder into it the punch. A sickening crack filled the air as the guy sprawled on to his back. Two hands cupped his nose, blood oozing from between them. His buddy looked on in shock, deliberating between helping this friend up or running off without him.
"You broke my nose!"
Bishop leaned over, gathering the guys short in his fist again, "Get your ass up and leave before I hit you again."
His buddy grabbed his arm, hauling him up and around the corner. They disappeared without another word. Bishop watched them go, flexing his hand twice as he tested his knuckles. Honestly he would even be upset if he broke his hand, not if it meant defending Lily, or his culture. He was a little afraid that Lily would hate him now though. In his experience, women didn't appreciate witnessing violence. Bishop turned slowly, hesitantly, afraid of what he'd find when he did.
"I'm sorry, querida." He spoke softly, trying to look as nonthreatening as possible in her eyes. Lily looked at him with wide eyes, hands still trembling, bottom lip trapped between her teeth. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I-"
"Don't be." Lily murmured, lunging forward and throwing her arms around Bishop's neck in a hug that neither one of them saw coming. Bishop stumbled back a step, lifting his hands to her waist as he steadied them both. She spoke softly, lips brushing his skin, "thank you, Obispo."
The moment stole the very breath from his lungs and Bishop found himself wondering when she pulled away, would he ever be happier than he was with her in his arms? He doubted it.
Protective Bishop 🥺❤. This was so soft and sweet. Gonna need more of Bishop and Lily!!
🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
ughhhh bishop is a whole ass man🥺🥰🖤🖤🖤
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Tequila y cerveza.
❝ request by @arveeee: Hi sunshine, what about 7. Smut. Taza. Please? 😈
❝ prompt: “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you”.
❝ words: about 800 words.
❝ warnings: nsfw, smut, fingering, language, mention of bodily fluids.
Gif credits to my lovely @sonsofeorl.
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Stay with me.
GILLY LÓPEZ. ┃ MAYANS MC.
❝ request by @tita127: Aurora, amiga, POR FAVOR can you do Angst #5 with Gilly? Thank you, no se como vamos esperar hasta enero!
❝ request by anon: Hello to the most amazing person ever! Can I request flufdy prompt 9 with Gilly? If they’re still open.
❝ prompts: “Please, stay”. / “Is that a picture of me?”
❝ words: about 1k.
Gif credits to my lovely @sonsofeorl.
MASTERLIST. ⎢ TAG LIST.
bruhhh gilly got my heart 🥺
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The chofer.
❝ request by @rebelwrites: Hey babygirl 💜 so can I please request for prompt one from random with Jax please 😘 I can imagine him rolling his eyes at the call and being like for fuck sake, you are there AGAIN! The fuck did your crazy ass do this time 😂 the reason can be up to you 💜
❝ prompt: “Can you come to pick me up…?” “Where are you?” “Police station”.
❝ words: about 600.
Gif credits to the author.
MASTERLIST. ⎢ MAYANS MC / SOA TAG LIST.
the fact that i want to fuck every single one of the men in mayans mc is...lowkey kinda disturbing but not really. i mean they’re all fucking hot
when i tell you that i’m trying to find inspiration i come up with nothingg😭
soul-angelos-deactivated2023102
Dark times all around but there are still people out there who love you
Do not hurt yourself, do not hurt others, get help, talk to someone, anyone. Humanity has survived before and we can do it now if we all just support each other. My country and my people let me down and endangered my life but there’s nothing I or anyone else can do about that so let’s try to spread the love that is so clearly lacking.
mood: thinking about Bishop and all the unholy things I can do to him and he can do to me....
brooooo when i tell you that i cry every time there is no imagines for the boys...
when i mf tell you that i’m in love with every single Mayan...i am not kidding and it is a blessing🥺🥰
I’M SORRY BUT REMEMBER THE SCENE IN i think THE POSSUM EPISODE WHERE EMILY AND MIGUEL FUCKED?? I WANT MIGUEL TO PUT HIS HAND AROUND MY NECK LIKE THAT AND JUST DRILL INTO ME