#bishop euphoria

[princessoshi]

why are there no fics of bishop from euphoria what are we doinggg

[arielslutty]

last time, bishop x f!reader

| bishop x f!reader | warnings: smut, rough sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink, messy sex, some praise, degrading, dirty talk, bishop not that nonchalant, reader needy, creampie, very light choking, aftercare, etc… | mdni18+ | wc: 1k |

.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲

“that feel good, huh?”

You could only whimper in response with how good Bishop felt inside of you. It was late at night and you were once again in Bishop’s room, no matter how many times you promised yourself to not go over his place, you would still go.

So there you were, your clothes on the floor, your phone placed on do not disturb and being on top of him with a western movie playing in the back, riding him at a slow pace with your hands laying across his bare chest.

“You always say it’s the last time,” He began whispering, loud enough for you to hear him. He has one hand on your hip, tracing small circles where a hickey from last week was starting to fade, while the his other arm rested behind his head, “..yet you always come back, more desperate than last time.”

Bishop sits up and places both his hands on your waist, looking at your face closely, almost as if he was studying every little expression you did.

Eyebrows furrowed, mouth open letting out all those moans and whimpers he secretly loved to hear, your lips were still puffy from him fucking your mouth the minute you walked in.

A quick smack landed on your butt, getting a gasp out of you.

“Speak.”

You moaned moving faster, gripping his shoulders, definitely leaving your nail marks. “You always let me in.” You whimpered looking into his dark brown eyes, “You can’t lie, you love my pussy.”

And you were right. Sure, Bishop had his fine experience with women before, but when you came in, his life changed. It was something about you that made him want to have you. Especially just him alone. He wouldn’t say it out loud because that’s not the type of person he is, but he wanted you to be his, only his.

After snapping back in, he moved his hands to your hips, a tight grip with how you started bouncing on top of him, feeling his whole dick push into you and hitting that spot inside that made you tremble. “Yeah, this pussy real good.” Bishop spoke looking down through gritted teeth, hiding his groans.

Beneath the two of you, Bishop saw how good you were taking him, you always did. And that’s when he saw it, that bulge poking through your lower stomach.

He couldn’t hold it anymore, he pulled his dick out earning a whine from you. “Please— more please please—” “Shut it.” Bishop cut you off while he placed you on top of his pillows.

He positions himself in between your legs, putting them on top of his thighs. “Listen to what’s going to happen.” He placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing it while he pushed three fingers in your wet cunt.

You moaned, putting yourself on your elbows to see. You saw how shiny and wet his fingers were coming in and out of you, his other hand stroking his long hard cock. “I’m going to fuck you, you can cum as many times as you want, as long as you ask me to.” Bishop said looking directly into your lustful eyes.

“Okay…ohh..okay.” You were so horny, you were moving your hips to get more friction. “I’m not stopping till’ I nut… don’t want you to be whining or crying saying it’s too much,” He took his fingers out of you and lined himself up, rubbing and slapping his fat head onto your clit.

“Tell me you’ll be a good girl and not whine.”

You had become a mess, so lost in the feeling to even keep your eyes open and look at him. “B, I promise I’ll be a good girl. Daddy I’ll be soo good for you.” You slipped in that nickname you loved calling him, looking into his eyes.

“Say it again.”

“Daddy—” Bishop pushed all nine inches of him inside you, grabbing the back of your knees, he pushed them up to your chest. “Daddy! I’ll be so good! Oh! Oh—” Bishop always kept the same rhythm when he fucked you like this, long and hard strokes.

“You gonna take my dick?” “Yes! Yes B, I will— I want to.” Your hands were gripping the sheets beneath you, each time he thrusted back in, the headboard of the bed would hit the wall behind. “Take it baby..” Bishop moaned low, looking down to see how his dick was already getting that creamy ring you always gave him.

He kept fucking you like this, having you moan and roll your eyes each time he pushed inside, deep enough to hit your g-spot. “You’re doing so good baby…you hear that pussy? You hear how good she’s being for daddy?” And you did. You cunt had gotten so wet, it was squelching with each thrust Bishop gave you, you could feel it leak out of you.

You nodded to his answer, “B, I wanna cum..” You whimpered feeling your orgasm start to build up inside of you. “B, please can I cum? I’ll be so good Daddy— so good, please let me cum.” You were slurring your words, fucked out and full of lust. And so was Bishop.

Bishop hasn’t really notice, but he gets quite expressive when the two of you have sex. He’ll furrows his eyebrows like he’s angry, starts huffing low when he’s getting close and gets a light shed of sweat on his face.

He let go of the grip he had on your legs to lean down and kiss you. You quickly wrapped your legs around his hips and gripped his biceps. Your faces inches away from each other, you were feeling each other’s heavy breaths.

“You wanna cum baby?” “Yes..yes! Daddy please- make me cum please..please—” You always begged, I mean, how could you not when Bishop was the most perfect man you’d been with.

He slid one leg on top of his shoulder, his hand reaching down to rub your puffy clit. He leans to your cheek to give it a quick kiss while you were practically already screaming. “Cum baby, cum— show Daddy who’s making you feel this good.” Bishop groaned against your ear, his thrusts becoming quicker, sharper.

It hits you right there, your eyes shut tight, drool leaving off the corner of your mouth and legs trembling. “Tha…Daddy— Oh! Oh!” “Yeah— who’s making you cum baby— tell me.” Bishop was growling, feeling the way your cunt was starting to squeeze him so hard, he couldn’t even control the rhythm of his thrusts. “You! You daddy..you’re making me cum.” You sobbed, tears coming out of your eyes.

But you had to keep your promise, you couldn’t tell Bishop to stop or to go slow like other times before. So you did your next step, you encourage him to cum.

“B…” You grabbed his face with both your hands, slowly caressing his cheeks. “Please cum in me..” You whispered, clearly fucked out, your brain getting mushy. Bishop groaned pushing his face to your neck. He was getting close, you could feel it. His thrusts quick and losing rhythm, chasing his high.

“Daddy I- I know you want to.” You hiccuped, having him moan in response. “Keep my pussy warm, baby..keep it full B, please..please—” Bishop groaned putting his hand around your throat gently, pushing you down to the pillow.

“Take it baby— fuck— take it.” Thick hot spurts of cum were shooting inside of you, you felt your cunt overflow, felt some of already dripping out of you.

“Say thank you,…thank me right fucking now baby.” “Thank you! Daddy thank you! Oh! Ohh— I want more! Please— please I want more.” It’s like you couldn’t hear yourself. You had no idea why you were begging for anymore. It didn’t hit you until now that you were approaching a second orgasm, harder than the first one.

But with how you gripped your legs tighter around Bishop and how you were practically sobbing and crying, he knew exactly why you were still begging.

“More baby? You want it all don’t you…you’re such a slut. All you come over for is for me to fuck you till’ pass out, till’ you can’t walk or think straight.” Even though his message was to degrade you, you felt nothing but praised, which it quite literally isn’t, but that’s how Bishop was with you sometimes, you couldn’t control that you loved it.

Your voice was gone at this point, eyes rolled back for what felt like the million time when your second orgasm came. The only thing you could hear in the room was the slow skin slapping as the two of you came down from your high, yours and Bishop’s heavy breathing and moans, and some guns going off at the western movie that was still playing in the background.

Without a word, Bishop started to pull out as slowly as he could, knowing you were overly sensitive. “Shh..shh, breath baby, just breath.” Bishop hushed your sobs, glancing to see your face for a minute before looking down again at your shaking thighs.

As soon as his head left your fluttering cunt, Bishop’s cum started to drip out, almost looking like a fountain falling out.

“Should’ve put a towel.” He muttered, getting off the bed and going go the bathroom. You sit up and look over. You see Bishop wetting the towel he always cleans you up with. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, turning off your do not disturb and seeing some notifications pop, but you focused on the time, 2:16am.

“Someone call?” You look up, Bishop wearing his sweatpants that hung slightly loose and a sweater. It was always weird not seeing him in his full attire, but it felt special knowing you were one of the few people that got to see him like this.

“No..just checking the time.” You whispered laying back down and spreading your legs. It was a quiet agreement. Bishop rearranged your guts and then cleaned you.

“I have your panties from last week. You can take any shirt.” Bishop spoke while he went back to the bathroom to drop the towel and come back with your panties in hand.

“Thank you.” You said softly, suddenly feeling shy. “Do you want water?” He asked opening his door to head to the kitchen. “Yes please.” He nodded slowly leaving. However, he knew that the moment he’d be back to the bedroom, you’d already be knocked out asleep, of course on his side of the bed. Placing the cup of water on the nightstand, he got in bed to continue watching what was 30 minutes left of the movie.

“B…” You mumble, reaching for him but only receiving a low hum. “This is the last time.” You said in a soft tone, opening your eyes to look up at him. Slowly he looked down at you, studying your resting figure.

And there you were, on your stomach hugging the pillow underneath you, wearing his shirt, slightly closing your eyes, fighting your sleep just to wait his response. He reached to caress the back of head, as if he was soothing you to sleep, and looked back at the TV screen.

“Last time.”

.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲

a/n: when you so horny for a character that has zero fics…

[ushshitt]

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120.

Bishop wasn't exactly someone who was attached to certain people; all he did was his job, carry out Alamo's orders, and not screw things up. Simple.

But in recent weeks, he'd found himself entangled in some “situations,” something he couldn't get out of his mind, pushing the situation to the breaking point.

You'd gotten the job at the club through a friend; she'd promised you quick and easy money, something you were desperate for.

The nights were slow and stifling, filled with men and those lights that left you as blind as the smoke from the joints Alamo lit. As for him, he'd been a kind of "decent" boss, guiding you on your path to the club, and of course, you'd had sex with him to get where you were now.

The day you met Bishop was the day you arrived at the Alamo mansion. He wasn't going to forget how beautiful you looked in that mermaid-style blouse and the miniskirt that barely covered your ass. And of course, that lipstick that kept him mesmerized, admiring the way your lips trembled with nerves that night. And when your gaze met his, he felt his breath quicken and his throat feel strangely dry, a sensation that made him feel uneasy all over.

“April” wasn't your real name, but it was when you started working at the club that your coworkers gave it to you. Even though your birthday was in October, you quickly got used to the nickname. It was nice.

The first week you started, Alamo was more than happy to see the profits you began to generate, the natural way you captivated the men around you, tempting them like a snake, taking their money by the handful with every sway of your hips on stage.

So much so, that Bishop himself swore you could take money from him too if he had you like that for just one night.

And so it was.

After a long night of work, at 4:37 AM, Bishop was your driver that night, dropping you off at your apartment, offering to let you in at the door, making sure you got home safe and sound, even though he knew that wasn't his only intention.

Fifteen minutes later, you were sitting on his lap, kissing him passionately, panting softly against his lips. His shirt lay next to the jacket you'd put on for cover. You were still in your club attire, as if your workday wasn't over yet, moving your hips in slow, torturous circles on his lap. You felt the hardness of his erection brush against the folds of your delicate lace thong, feeling it moisten with just that touch.

Bishop had made you nervous from the first time you spoke, but as the days passed, he realized that you were like that for no reason. You were always on high alert, and he understood; it was your job. But right now, he wanted nothing more than to keep kissing you and guiding your movements on his erection.

“How much you're gonna cost me?”

A whisper escaped Bishop's lips between kisses, his hands gripping your buttocks, squeezing them and pulling you closer, lifting your hips so you felt him completely, making you sigh and gently arch your back.

“$150 for an hour...”

“... Just one hour?”

You pulled back slightly at his words, your nose brushing against his, his gaze a soft plea. The idea that he wanted you for more than an hour was unexpected, and obviously, money wasn't an issue for Bishop.

You moved forward, your lips meeting his again, your hands gripping his jaw, holding him close, kissing him with a hunger you never imagined you had for a man.

“$500 and I'm yours for as long as you want.”

You sighed against his lips, kneeling on the mattress, slowly starting to pull down your thong, your eyes never leaving Bishop.

But before you could remove it completely, Bishop grabbed your hips, turning you over on the bed, positioning himself on top of you. His hands moved down to yours, preventing you from taking the thong off completely.

“Keep it on.”

He whispered against your lips, his hand sliding down. His fingers found your pussy, still covered by your clothes, feeling how wet you were. He sighed against your lips, but didn't kiss you, studying your every expression, moan, and sigh.

You moaned a whispered curse as you felt Bishop slide your thong to the side, leaving your pussy completely exposed. His fingers found their way to your folds, caressing them, moistening his fingers, using your fluids as a lubricant to begin stroking your clit. At the same time, his free hand slid down to his aching erection, freeing it from his pants.

Your moans soon followed. His thumb stroked with the perfect pressure to make your legs tremble, gently pressing your thighs against his hand. He leaned down to your thighs, starting to kiss them, first the left, leaving kisses and hickeys that you knew would take at least an hour to cover with makeup.

Then, he moved to your right thigh, taking his hand away from your clit to cup it, lifting it so you rested it on his shoulder. He left kisses there too, but these kisses trailed down to your cunt, kissing your labia, his tongue darting out to collect the fluids escaping your entrance, licking, then sliding his tongue in to explore you.

His free hand caressed the aching head of his cock, grunting against your wet pussy, his tongue flicking out from your entrance to caress your clit. And when he did that, oh, your world shrank to how talented his tongue was, making you arch your back and reach down into his hair, holding it there, not wanting that pleasurable sensation to end so soon.

You moaned and lifted your hips to take more of him, raising your left thigh to his shoulder, now leaving him no escape, feeling his free hand grip your thigh and squeeze it before sliding down to your ass and slapping it, making you tremble and gasp his name in a cry of surprise. Then, both his hands moved to your buttocks, abandoning his needy, aching cock, squeezing your cheeks and pressing your pussy to his mouth. Your moans were tortured, almost like you were crying with pleasure, moaning his name aloud, loving the way his tongue licked and his lips sucked your clit.

Bishop responded with a soft laugh, but without the corners of his lips lifting. This man was strange.

The sex was incredible; you couldn't remember the last time someone had made you come so many times.

But even things that begin, must end.

You woke up in bed, out of your dancer outfit, feeling your hair bothering your face. You brushed it away, beginning to regain consciousness after such a long sleep.

Reaching out, you felt the side of the bed was still warm, and opening your eyes, you saw Bishop sitting on the edge of it, putting on his shoes and getting up to pick up his shirt and coat. He put them on, his gaze shifting to yours.

“Did you sleep well?”

"Yeah. And you?"

“Me too.” You two talked as if nothing had happened; it was more cordial than a conversation, really, but who could blame you? You both been like that for quite a while.

“See you tonight.”

“Yeah, goodbye.”

And with that, Bishop left your apartment, closing the door behind him, leaving you alone, still with the warmth of his body and his scent on your sheets, with the memories of his bites, kisses, and caresses all over you.

When you turned over in bed, you saw five $100 bills Bishop had left behind. You had completely forgotten about them.

Everything was back to normal; no one knew what you had, even as you felt him leave your bed, the words “I love you” threatened to escape your lips.

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a/n: no hablo inglés y apenas escribo en inglés, voy a subir esto a pelo, cualquier error está hecho a propósito. estaba escuchando bad bunny cuando escribí esto.

[ariadnethedragon]

EUPHORIA (2019-2026)

Bishop + Maddy

[johnbsangel]

bishop who had been at it for at least an hour, soft tongue licking all over your pussy. the inside of your thighs soaking his beard, dripping down your ass. bishop sat on his knees in front of the couch, his big hands under your thighs: shoving them into your chest.

“fuck baby, eat that pussy.” your breathing is heavy as your throw your head back. his lips latch onto your clit, if you didn’t know any better you’d think he’s trying to leave a hickey on your clit.

the sounds are vulgar as he slurps you up, your eyes rolling back and your thighs start shaking around his head again, “I’m gonna cum, daddy, fuck.” he lets out a loud growl in response, shoving his tongue inside of you, tongue fucking your pussy.

your legs drop as you cum, bishop licking up all the mess; “fuck daddy.” you moan. he gives you clit on last kiss, kissing up your tummy, stopping to suck one of your nipples for a second before kissing you mouth; letting you taste yourself.

your eyes are locked on each other as he stands, unbuckling his belt slowly.

“gonna make you feel real good.”

[bbsxsaa]

bonnie&clyde

[everlock]

Bishop x Reader Jealousy Headcanons

Author's Note: I absolutely cannot wait for episodes 7 & 8 😭😭 genuinely scared for maddie tho 😣

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Before dating:

Bishop is the type of man whose silence speaks volumes.

He doesn't shout, he doesn't cause a scene, he just simply... stands still.

It's the very thing that makes him unsettling—terrifying even—to the eyes of everyone else, his cold and ruthless gaze is enough to bring any men in cold sweat.

He know's he doesn't have the right to jealousy, he doesn't even know what to call the tension between you two,

But seeing you happily chat with a man at the bar in silver slipper, is enough to make his face twitch, which rarely ever happens.

He doesn't go near, and he doesn't bother threatening the man, because one simple look is enough to get the man beside you running with his tail between his legs.

When you're actually dating:

Bishop was barely holding himself back from jealousy,

So imagine how it is once you two finally start dating.

His hand finding its way around your waist, pulling you closer—it's his way of claiming you as his.

He stares with a terrifying look, enough to kill a man on its own. He's dismembered a person and fed it to pigs, there's no question on how far he will go for you.

Thankfully, it never really has to go that far;

Because he's already marked you as his.

“You're mine, no one else, but mine”

“And every motherfucker should know that.”

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Author's Note: A bit shorter this time, sorry!!! I've been stuck at a constant loop of stressing out for finals, and doing nothing about it but brainrot 🫪🫩😭

[issagae]

Maddy Perez x Fem!Reader

Savior

Summary: Having been employed by Alamo and working alongside your brother, Bishop, you've learned to be detached in order to survive in your line of work. All of that changed when Alamo assigns you to protect his new business partner, Maddy Perez. Wordcount: 2.3k Content: 18+ MDNI, *Season 3 stuff*, mentions of weapons, slight yearning. A/N: Basically made my own version of what happened toward the end of season 3. More parts to come!

It was another night clocking in as your boss's extra pair of eyes and ears at the Silver Slipper. You've been working for Alamo alongside your brother, Bishop, for nearly four years now. The job hadn't exactly been planned. You had stumbled into it the day Alamo paid a visit to your family's house. Unfortunately for him, someone had been tracking his movements.

While eavesdropping from the next room, you'd noticed an old Oldsmobile creep to a stop outside. Two men climbed out, their faces hidden beneath masks and their hands gripping weapons that definitely weren't water guns. You had tagged along with Bishop to the shooting range enough times to know what came next. Without hesitation, you slipped into his room, swiped his gold-plated handgun, and positioned yourself by the window. Through the narrow gap in the curtains, you watched the men approach. One of them spotted Alamo through the living room window and raised his weapon.

The shot rang out and you heard Alamo laugh. A sign that the shot missed. That was all the invitation you needed. You squeezed the trigger, the first man dropped before he could react. The second whipped around, attempting to line up another shot but you were faster. A second gunshot cracked through the air and he collapsed beside his partner. Minutes later, Bishop found you still standing at the window, weapon in hand, pulse steady despite the bodies cooling outside.

Alamo stormed into the room behind him. When his gaze landed on you, he looked genuinely stunned. "Damn, little lady." He muttered. "Talk about divine timing." He asked for your name and you told him. He immediately shook his head. "No…" He said firmly. "From now on, you're Savior."

And Savior was who you'd been ever since.

Making your rounds through the Silver Slipper, you surveyed the club with practiced eyes. Colored lights bathed the room in crimson and gold hues while music pulsed through the floor beneath your boots. Patrons sat entranced by dancers spinning around chrome poles, their movements fluid and hypnotic. Others disappeared into private booths while lap dancers worked their magic, coaxing every last dollar from eager hands.

A few dancers flashed flirty winks your way as you passed. Not that you didn't find some of them attractive, you simply preferred keeping business separate from pleasure. Shifting your attention elsewhere, your gaze landed on one of the VIP booths. Alamo sat comfortably against the leather seat beside a woman you'd never seen before. On the other side of her sat Bishop, looking as interested as a brick wall.

Your eyes lingered on the stranger. Long dark hair, elegant posture, expensive taste. She was definitely not one of the dancers. Before you could study her further, someone barreled into your shoulder.

Instinctively, your hand flew to your holster. The tension immediately eased when you recognized the culprit. The new girl you had slowly became platonically fond of.

"Yo, my bad." Rue laughed nervously. Something about her seemed off. She usually carried herself with a chilled confidence, a bit aloof at times but tonight she looked abnormally jumpy. Her eyes darted around the room as though she expected someone to be watching.

"You good?" You asked, narrowing your eyes slightly.

"Y-yeah. Totally." She shoved her hands into her pockets and forced a smile. "Just heading out. See you around." Before you could question her further, she hurried toward the entrance. You watched her disappear through the doors. Shaking your head, you pushed suspicion aside and turned toward the bar.

"Savior." Alamo's deep voice stopped you in your tracks. Turning on your heel, you headed toward the booth. "Take a seat." He motioned toward the empty space between Bishop and the woman. "I want you to meet my new business partner."

You slid into the cold leather seat, settling back comfortably before lifting your gaze toward her. Up close, she was even prettier. The kind of pretty that made people stare longer than they intended. You made sure to keep your expression neutral as she met your eyes.

"I'm Maddy." Her voice drifted through the air like silk.

You offered your hand and she placed hers in yours. Maddy’s touch was soft and warm, it was obvious her hand had never touched hard labor a day in her life.

"Savior." Was all you felt like replying with. Like your brother, Bishop, you weren't really much of a talker. There were only a few people you chose to talk to, one of them being Rue. You preferred listening and watching, reading people before they realized they were being studied. It gave you a sense of control in a world that rarely offered any. The corner of Maddy's mouth curved upward, a faint dimple appeared in her cheek. Without meaning to, your eyes cataloged every detail. The shape of her smile, the flecks of color in her eyes, and the way she held herself.

"Maddy is managing some of our prime girls here." Alamo explained. Reluctantly, you released her hand. Already missing its softness. "A real opportunity to water our money tree." He waggled his eyebrows at you.

"That's nice." You commented evenly with a slow blink. Crossing one leg over the other, you waited. You knew Alamo well enough to recognize when he was building toward something.

"To make sure our new partner is taken care of, I'm assigning you to be her…companion." Your brow lifted slightly. "You know, drive her around. Take her shopping. Run errands if she needs anything." Alamo leaned back, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Bishop's busy helping me with another project so I figured you'd be perfect for the job." His grin widened as he gestured toward Maddy. "I owe that little lady my life so you’re in good hands." He then pointed at you. "Ain't that right, Savior?"

You glanced at Bishop and he offered a small shrug. Looking back at Alamo, you realized there wasn't much reason to object. "Of course." You nodded once. Alamo smiled widely at your answer. It wasn’t like you had a choice anyway. Whatever he decided was the end all be all.

"Good." Alamo rose from the booth, adjusting his belt before settling his hat onto his head. "I've got some loose ends to handle." Bishop stood as well and waited near the exit. "Make sure Maddy gets home safe."

You nodded again then fixed your eyes forward, watching the next dancer spin around the pole. Alamo turned to Maddy, took her hand, and pressed a gentlemanly kiss against her knuckles. Then he tipped his hat toward you before he left. Silence settled over the booth for a few beats.

"We can leave whenever you're ready." You uttered quietly.

Maddy closed her laptop and reached for her jacket. Before she could put it on, you took it from her hands and stood. Her eyebrows lifted slightly as you opened the jacket for her then a small smile tugged at her lips. "Thank you." She slipped her arms into the sleeves while you helped settle it across her shoulders. Next, she grabbed her purse but paused. "Can we make a stop before you take me home?"

She began walking toward the club's exit, confidence flowing through every step. You fell into stride beside her. "Sure." Your eyes swept across the room out of habit before settling back on her. "Just tell me where."

The two of you ended up at a diner tucked along the outskirts of the city, far from the neon glow of the Silver Slipper. The place was surprisingly quiet for a Friday night. A flickering sign buzzed outside the window while an old jukebox hummed softly from the corner. The scent of fresh coffee and maple syrup lingered in the air, wrapping around the nearly empty restaurant. Only a handful of customers occupied scattered booths, each lost in conversations of their own.

You sat across from Maddy, watching her study the menu with surprising intensity. A small frown tugged at her lips as her finger traced down the list of breakfast options. "I don't know if I want waffles or french toast tonight." She murmured to herself. The menu lowered slightly as she glanced at you. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a waitress appeared beside the table.

"Ready to order, ladies?" 

Maddy looked back down at the menu. "Um... I'll do waffles and a coffee."

The older waitress scribbled onto her notepad before turning to you. "And for you, miss?"

Shifting your gaze to the older woman, you hadn't even opened your menu but you softly muttered. "French toast and chamomile tea, please."

The waitress nodded approvingly. "Perfect. I'll have that right out." As she walked away, you could feel Maddy staring. You lifted your eyes to meet hers, seeing the curiosity dance across her features. There was something else etched in her expression that you couldn’t quite read.

"Tea?" A teasing smirk tugged at her lips. "I didn't think you'd be a tea kind of woman." A faint laugh escaped you, the guard of being unbothered slipped then. Your attention drifted toward the condiment caddy in the center of the table.

Without thinking, you adjusted the sugar packets until every edge lined up perfectly. "I'm a woman of many surprises." When you looked up again, Maddy's grin had widened. Something about it squeezed unexpectedly at your chest so you shifted your orbs to gaze out the window for a moment.

The waitress returned with your drinks, setting the steaming mugs down between you. "Food'll be out in a few minutes." After she left, silence settled over the booth. It didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable, just pleasingly calm. Not that you cared if it wasn't but it was something you noted.   

Still, curiosity eventually got the better of you. "So... Maddy." The moment her name left your mouth her attention snapped fully toward you. It was subtle but you noticed the softness in her eyes when you glanced her way. "What is this 'business opportunity' Alamo was talking about earlier?"

Maddy immediately straightened in her seat while clasping her hands together. The shift was almost comical like someone had just pressed a button. "OnlyFans."

You blinked. "OnlyFans…like…?"

"Yes." She chuckled, you could tell she was used to that type of question. "That one." The confidence in her voice made you smile slightly. "I'm managing a girl right now and we've already made a quarter of a million dollars in four months." You nearly choked on your tea. Maddy seemed pleased by your reaction. "If I bring on more girls..." She lifted her hand and rubbed her fingers together.

"More money." You finished as you lowered your cup to the table.

"Exactly." Her smile widened just a smidge but her demeanor remained relaxed. It intrigued you how quietly confident she presented. For a few seconds, Maddy didn't say anything and slowly dragged her eyes over your face. You let her, as you sat comfortably, stretching your arms on the back of your seat while surveying her just the same.

For the next five minutes, Maddy talked passionately about her plans. Not just making money but about building something. Expanding her client roster, developing brands, and reaching new audiences. She wanted to create opportunities that turned into an empire. The more she spoke, the more she brightened. Her hands moved when she explained ideas, her eyes lit up when she discussed future goals. Every sentence carried ambition and before you could stop it, you had become completely absorbed in listening.

The food arrived but neither of you slowed down. While Maddy continued explaining her plans, you quietly cut pieces from your french toast and slid them onto her plate. You didn’t make it a big deal and neither did she. 

Maddy simply ate them between sentences and kept talking. "...and eventually I want to branch out into different markets." She lifted a piece to her lips. "I think most managers are limiting their clients." Then took another bite. "They're thinking too small." You found yourself faintly grinning into your tea. "But what about you?"

The question caught you off guard. Glancing up at the woman who was slowly piquing your interest. "What about me?" You asked evenly, carefully guiding your now empty cup down.

Maddy rolled her eyes playfully and leaned back in her seat. "You seem pretty important to Alamo." Her gaze narrowed with curiosity. "Can I ask what you do, exactly?" She paused and crossed her arms. "I mean... you obviously don't strip unless that’s one of your surprises."

The joke snuck in and a genuine laugh escaped your lips. Maddy’s charm was picking away at you slowly but surely. She watched as her tongue darted across her lips hiding a pleased grin.

"I protect his assets." The answer came with a casual shrug, purposefully vague. Maddy's eyebrows drew together like she wanted more information. But to her credit, she didn't push. Instead, she nodded slowly, silently piecing together her own conclusions. The waitress eventually returned with the bill. You requested a single check and paid before Maddy could protest. "I'll take you home."

The drive across the city passed in comfortable quietness. Streetlights streaked across the windshield while soft bossa nova music drifted from the radio. Neither of you seemed particularly eager to break the quiet.

When you finally pulled into the parking lot of Maddy's apartment complex, she reached for the door handle. "Wait." You interjected. She paused and looked over. You hesitated. "Can I see your phone?" Maddy's eyebrows lifted slightly then she reached into her purse and handed it over without question. Carefully, you entered your number and saved your contact before handing the phone back. "If you need anything, call me." You cleared your throat. "Otherwise, Alamo will think I'm slacking off."

The corner of her mouth twitched upward. "Okay." Her smile softened. "I'll keep that in mind." She climbed out of the car and gave a small wave.

You waited until she disappeared through the apartment doors before finally pulling away. Halfway down the road, your phone buzzed. At a red light, you glanced at the screen.

Maddy: Thank you for tonight. Maybe you can show me more of your surprises next time...

Your eyes lingered on the text longer than necessary. Something fluttered low in your stomach but you ignored it. Or at least, you tried to because despite knowing Maddy for only a few hours, you couldn't shake the growing desire to learn more about her.