#bishop x reader

[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.

[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.”

[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 🫪🫩😭

[yallllooloooo]

Tell tale heart, Bishop x reader PT1

Summary: You weren’t very well known, you’d made it very clear to your father when you reached grown age that you wanted no part in whatever “business” he was indulging himself in, though it seems like he’s not the only one indulging in things of forbidden nature.

Warnings: Slight nudity, Alamo, secret relationship, kissing, suggestive contents, employment, fluff, cursing, reader trying not to fold, Bishop trying not to fold, both you guys folding like laundry.

AN: Try listening to “Not around” by Nova while reading for better experience😊 Enjoy guys❤️🌺

Third person POV:

You don’t even know why you came back to this place, well you technically did know why, but still…..you just really didn’t like the feel of the house, its energy reeked of corruption and dirty money, and since it was your father’s house that’s most likely what it was built with.

“Papa, are you here?” you called out, walking around the building to try and find any traces of him, “I’ve returned from the horrors of the real world” you joked, rolling your eyes as you continued to trek through the house.

Luckily your journey wasn’t a very long one, your walking coming to a halt when as you finally caught sight of him.

He was sitting in his hot tub, soft music playing in the background as the water bubbled around him perfectly,

Yep, that was your pops, how he managed to sit in a hot tub in the Cali heat was something that always amazed you,

“Papa I was calling yo-“

Andddd there goes a half naked girl walking infront of you,

“This is why I don’t like visiting” you thought to yourself, quickly turning away out of instinct so you wouldn’t see the sight,

“I see you’re still as bashful as ever” Alamo joked, a laugh escaping his mouth as he beckoned the girl over to him, whispering something into her ear before shooing her away, not forgetting to give her a swat on the bottom.

“It’s hard not to be when every time I come over here I get greeted by….that” you didn’t even know how to properly put your words into sentences right now, you just wanted to go home at this point.

Taking a few seconds to gather yourself, you turned back around to face him, your eyes meeting his as you began to talk, a habit from your childhood that he enforced on you to do “always look a nigga in the eye” he’d say to you, and you just stuck with it.

“Anyways, I’m just here to ask about my birth certificate, I need it for this new job I’m trying to get” you said to him walking over to the hot tub and sitting on the edge of it without thinking.

“Why they suddenly have a needing for that” he asked, his interest now peaked on the subject, “Cause they’re not on your payroll” you retorted with a roll of your eyes, taking out your phone out of your purse and beginning to scroll on it,

“Hmmmmmmm” He said outloud, “It’s somewhere in my room, I’ll have one of my guys bring it down” you originally wanted to go get it yourself, but thinking about the kind of business that he does, it’s probably a good idea for someone ELSE to go in his room for it instead of you.

“Speaking of my guys” hearing voices entering the space you were in, you raised your head out of your phone, your eyes scanning the new persons entering the room.

It was three guys, one of which you recognized immediately, and two others that were completely new faces, they probably worked here for years, but hey, it’s not like you were around often enough to even take note.

“Y’all’s, this my little princess, she done came to visit her old man”

you wanted so bad to roll your eyes once again at his choice of words, but you kept it to yourself, you didn’t want to deal with a possible scolding, even at your big age.

“Hi yall,” you said to them, giving them a nod of acknowledgement before looking over at the familiar face that was now standing far off from everyone else,

“Hey Bishop” you greeted, trying not to look for too long or make anything seem suspicious between the two of you,

G and Kidd greeted you back politely, then withdrew over to a couch on the side where three other girls were, “when did they even get there?” You thought to yourself, confusion written all over your face at the sight of the girls, you could’ve sworn it was just you and your pops here awhile ago,

Bishop on the other hand didn’t answer back, his hands working on fixing himself a drink at the bar area instead, but you didn’t really mind. Getting up from your place on the hot tub, turned to face your father,

“Which one’s bringing it to me” you asked him, wanting to just get the paper and go home as soon as possible.

“Bishop is” As soon as he said those words, you heard a glass clank on the counter of the bar, “What will I be doing?” His monotone voice was very quiet, his eyes now trained on you and Alamo, a professional stance that he always kept whenever you came over and Alamo or anyone else for the matter was around.

He and you both knew that if he was to act too close to you around Alamo, or even look at you for too long the man would get suspicious, and yall didn’t want to deal with that.

“I have a little…errand for you” Alamo said, picking up a small glass from the side of his hot tub, swirling the brown liquid around slowly as if he was waiting for some magic to happen.

A couple minutes later, you were walking beside Bishop, a smile on your face as you guys finally got away from everyone else,

“Soooo how’s work going B” you asked, playfully bumping into his shoulder. Bishop kept his eyes forward, a nonchalant look plastered all over his face, “you shouldn’t call me that while I’m at work” he said quietly, and from how you knew him, that was literally the only tone he spoke in.

“Only at home then?” You joked, your finger tips finding its way to the back of his hand, you’d always liked physical touch, and he, even though he didn’t seem it, liked to be the one to give it to you, and that would always put a smile on your face.

The feeling of your fingers against his hand caused him to pause in his tracks, you also automatically halting in your tracks when you saw that he wasn’t walking anymore.

“Be careful” He said without turning to you, and for a moment, you two stood there, but that moment didn’t last long before he started walking again, you following beside him closely.

“Okkkk only at home then” you teased, rolling your eyes as you guys walked towards the room door, your eyes looking at the paintings on the corridor walls.

It was too bad you weren’t looking at him though, you would’ve been graced with the sight of the small smile that appeared on his face, but like money during the end of the month, it disappeared as soon as it appeared.

“Wait here…I’ll go retrieve it” he said, giving you no time to speak before opening the door and heading in.

You didn’t care much to go in there, you only tagged along cause you wanted to be near Bishop, and you got what you wanted, so you were satisfied with just that.

It barely took 3 minutes before he came back out of the room, a piece of paper neatly folded in his hands,

“Here it is.” He said, setting the paper into your open palm without emotion, “You should head home now” you nodded at his words, smiling as you looked over at him.

As you two began to walk back to where you last saw everybody, your thoughts began to rush into your head, they were about Bishap, about the world, about you, the job you were trying to get, your dad, just anything and everything,

Though for some reason, your mind just always found its way back to the man walking beside you, his aura filled with mystery and quietness, but that didn’t drive you away, because to you, that was one of the things that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

To others, his lack of emotion while talking would probably throw them off, but to you, that was possibly one of your most favorite things about him…among other things of course.

“There’s so many things to like about him,” you thought to yourself, sneaking a glance at his pants, or mostly the crotch of it, “so many things….” Yep, you definitely knew what you were doing tonight.

“You’re staring at my dick” his stoic voice snapped you out of your trance, your ears feeling hot at the fact that you got caught looking, “huh wha,” you were starting to become nervous right now, his presence causing butterflies to form in your stomach.

“I feel like a fuckin school girl in love right now” you thought to yourself as you tried to force yourself to not to react to his words, you would NOT fold, he would NOT make you fold, no matter what he said.

“Mmm, you must want it” you folded…

how he managed to say something like that without even a slight facial expression really baffled you, but you quickly snapped out of your shock and retorted back,

“B….what the fuck” You said to him, “Eyes don’t lie” By the time he was done saying that, you two were back in the hall area, your dad and everyone now out of sight and gone,

“I should go find them now….head home” his voice leaved no room for questions, nothing about him really did but hey, that’s what you liked, so you gave him a short nod of compliance.

You knew he had a job to do, and you didn’t want to keep him for too long, so you had to let him go, “I’ll see you at home B” you said in a quiet voice, still careful of your surroundings. Bishop gave you a short nod in return, turning his heel and walking in the direction he thinks they might be at and knowing them, they’ll definitely be where he was thinking…the pool.

“Mmmm, I love seeing him walk away” you thought to yourself, shaking your head as you walked towards the front door, dramatically opening it as as if it were the gates to a free shopping spree, “one small step for man headass” you joked, laughing as you walked out of that god forsaken place once again.

LATER IN THE NIGHT:

The time was now 11:48 PM, and Bishop was still not back yet, you were used to him coming home a bit late, but that didn’t make you miss him any less.

At the moment, you were occupying your time by sitting on your couch and watching a movie, it was kind of interesting so it managed to take your mind off your loneliness for a little while, and you were grateful for that.

While one of the characters was in the middle of a dialogue, you heard a jingle at the front door, your eyes widening as you saw who came through the door.

“B” you screamed excitedly, you were used to him being home a bit later, so you couldn’t hold the excitement in when you saw him. Bishop was barely able to finish taking his shoes off before he was he was tackled by you, his body somehow managing to not move or be shoved back by the force of you jumping on him.

“I missed you” you said to him, both your arms and legs wrapping around him like a snake, a big smile on your face as you began to pepper kisses all over his face, making sure not to miss his lips,

“You saw me a couple hours ago” he said quietly, one arm wrapping around you while the other found its place in your hair, stroking it gently as he walked over to the living room, quickly finding the couch and sitting down with you now on his lap.

“But still, that was so long ago” you exclaimed, your body getting comfortable being so close to his, it was always like that with you for some reason.

“Mmm” though that wasn’t a clear response, you still took it, “You sleepy” you asked him, looking at the time and seeing the reading be 12:03 AM.

Usually, Bishop would be down at the club right now, but seeing how it was now Sunday, and the club was closed, and Alamo probably wouldn’t need him for anything, this gave him the perfect opportunity and free time to do whatever he wished and boyyyyyy did he have some ideas.

“I’m not sleepy….” he stated, his hands rubbing up and down your back slowly, one hand slipping underneath the shirt you were wearing.

You still hadn’t caught the gist of what he was trying to do, the words he had said yesterday slipping from your mind as you tried to think of anything else that he could need at the moment.

“Want me to fix you something to eat then B” you asked sincerely, not noticing the closeness of your mouth to his ear as you spoke, Bishop on the other hand sure as hell did though.

“Yeah, I could eat” he stated, something different in his voice, and something waayyyy different in his mind, but you, focused on trying to help him in any way didn’t see through that, you’d definitely pay for that.

“Come, I have some pizza from earlier, I can heat some slices for you” you said to him as you stood up from his lap, taking his hand into yours as you began to lead him into the kitchen, a happy smile on your face.

Bishop was trying so hard to right now not to fold, but it was so hard to when all he could think about was the way how you whispered into his ears mere minutes ago, how you ran and jumped into his arms without thinking, how you sat so confidently in his lap as if you belonged there, and if he could have it his way, he’d make it so you’d never have to leave your place beside him, but he knew how everything was, he knew he had to be patient as to not put you or the relationship you two had in secret at any risk, he’d rather die than do that.

“B, come here” he broke out of his thoughts immediately, walking over to the table where you were standing, you didn’t wait for him to say anything before you gave him a quick peck on the lips, so quickly that you didn’t notice the look he was giving you when you pulled away.

“Sit sitttt” you said to him, pulling the chair back so he could take his seat. As soon as Bishop sat down, you sat on his thigh, getting yourself comfortable in the position and wrapping an arm around him, him also wrapping one arm around you, his other hand working on the pizza in front of him.

“You really like sitting on me huh” you heard him say, a meaning hidden deep in his quiet voice, “yeah, it’s very comfortable” you said back, humming as you gave him a peck on the cheek just because you felt like it.

“You know, I’ve always liked your hair…it’s one of the first things I noticed about you” you started up, your free hand playing with the lone loc that rested on his shoulder, “it’s so cute” Bishop almost side eyed you there, he’s a grown man, there’s no way you just called him ’cute’.

“Gotta do something about that” he thought to himself, taking a bite out of his pizza so he could fuel up his energy, he wanted to see how “cute” you thought he was when he’s done with you tonight.

[httpworshiper]

A COWBOYS BEAUTIFUL DREAM ✴︎

✴︎ bishop x black southern reader / warning , small mention of boner, stalker ish bishop, and barely any use of y/n .

✴︎ I wrote this out of nowhere because I’m lwk tryna feed the bishop girlies plus myself a lil sum of this mysterious cutie patootie

song for the vibe. / searchin by sonder

Bishop had always thought you were interesting, The way you handled things whenever stuff got a little to complicated and when you stood your ground against the men who tried to get their way to you

He found you interesting, the way you were strict with the way men wanted to have you in the private rooms or when Alamo got a little too demanding with current things

He was interested.

He had never seen someone so beautiful and strict about their way in the industry while working for a pussy loving pimp. He wanted to know more about you

Since it was his job to know who was going to work for Alamo. And as he researched you, he barely found anything about you

Your family, your high school, the job you worked before, hell even who your ex. And yet no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t find anything, and even though he was interested he was also a little skeptical on how mysterious you were about your background

But he didn’t question it, because he felt he’d come a little up front with many questions about your life and relationship

He didn’t want to seem creepy, but he had questions just to make sure you wouldn’t betray Alamo

—. YOU SAT on the edge of alamos pool dangling your foot in the cold water in your black bikini. You tied your boho braids in a bun, Leaving a couple of the curls to be in your face

You blew the smoke of the cigarette out of your nose, feeling a little bit more relaxed than you were. Today had been a little rough

Rue coming in and out asking you if you could fill in for someone, Alamo nearly cursing you for talking smart at him, And the men, just being pigs

You wondered when it was gonna end, when was rue gonna expose the guy and get him arrested so you both can grab whatever money he had left and run away from L.A

You wondered if this was really the new life you were going to live permanently. But at the moment it was just you, the cigarette and bishop staring at you

“I know you’re there bishop, you don’t gotta hide in the shadows baby”. You said, blowing the smoke through your noise again, turning your back to see bishop standing with his hands in his coat, staring at you

“I wasn’t staring” he replied in his usual low tone, you chuckled softly at the excuse he gave . “So what were you doing? Admiring my ass? I know it’s a good view to look at.” You chuckled, pressing the lit tip of the cigarette on the sliver ashtray

Bishop felt his pants boxers tighten a little, And while he didn’t admit he wasn’t staring. He was staring hard. The way the curls of your braids were in your face, the way your ass sat on the tiled ground nicely and the way you called him sweet pet names with that southern accent of yours

he did have to admit he definitely liked what he was looking at and could stare for hours and hours. You patted the tiled ground, signaling he comes sit next to you. “Come on now, You can’t do all that staring and go back inside. Talk to me for a while. I don’t bite”. You said, turning around sending him a little wink

Bishop removed his large coat, placing it on the nearest chair he could find. He sighed deeply to himself, trying to ease himself as he as going to sit next to the woman he was weirdly having feelings for

He sat right next to you, a little far but almost close enough to smell his cologne. It was strong but a good kind you could smell for hours without letting go

You liked it. You stared at bishop for a while examining his face a little before landing your eyes on his lower body. Bishop was a man of keeping secrets and not revealing much so you were curious what was under his shirt and even his pants

You turned your attention back to the pool, the bright blue basically hitting your face like the sun would when taking pictures

“So B, I've always wondered. Do you like working for Alamo?” You questioned as you kicked the water with your feet lightly to hear a answer from him

He stayed quiet for a few minutes before turning to face you. “I tend to not have opinions on my boss so I’d say it’s ok.” He replied

“Hm. Well that’s good.” You said, smiling to yourself a little. “What about you. Do you have any thoughts on Alamo?” You sucked in your teeth before licking your lips

“Well I’d say he’s a little interesting but he’s not that bad of a guy, Just someone who wants to do business with shady ways of doing it” The response came in a little late, being a little paranoid if he were to come outta nowhere and hear you say the wrong thing

"hm" a small hum leaving bishop's mouth. "But do you like working at the sliver slipper" he glanced at you, his tone a little more relaxed from his usual flat tone

"sometimes, i only like it because of rue and someone else" Bishop's face immediately lit up with curiosity. who was the someone else

“Yet I’m not too sure if this certain person feels the same way, with his mysterious he is.” You told, staring off to the pool. Holding back the cheesy grin you were to have on your face

Bishop stayed quite for a bit, he felt defeated for some reason, Like the world shattered in a million pieces but managed to keep a cool collected face

“Maybe he does maybe he doesn’t. It doesn’t always have to be faith”. He replies , looking to your side

“Yeah well who knows. Maybe he’s waiting for the moment to scoop me up and run away with me.” You laughed softly at the little dragged out scenario you thought of.

The conversation went on for what for what felt like hour. Bishop had never felt so warm before, a long beautiful conversation with the person he curiously admired from afar

Was next to him, talked to him, and laughed with him. He never felt so good with a woman like this for a long time. The way you made little flirty jokes, the way you get extra glances at him when you thought he wasn’t looking

He had never felt so seen before. But the happiness wasnt going to last forever so he thought

a/n : a lil series I’m making if bishop cuz I love him and hes so cute snd mysterious and needs more fanfic. Lemme know what y’all lwk thought of this

[ilostmywingz]

KISSMET

part 1, with bishop

⌖ summary. in which bishop finds you wandering the streets alone and can’t help but pay your price.

⌖ warnings. fem! reader (with pink hair). y/n used. reader is a sex worker. heavily influenced by pretty woman. oral (m! received).

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Hollywood was everything you ever fucking dreamed of. And worse.

The breeze whipped at the back of your exposed legs as you waltzed down the Hollywood Walk of Fame, 6 inch heels stepping on top of name after name like they meant nothing.

You tugged at your long pink hair - the colour choice was to make you pop on purpose, blowing out a bubble of the thick, cherry gum that had been circulating your mouth for a while now.

Surprisingly, the Saturday night had been slow, and rather than costumers it had been men whooping and jeering as they drove past or begging for a free thirty minutes. You rolled your eyes at the thought, continuing your wander down to where the nightclubs were.

Drunk men were never your preference, though rent calls.

"C'mon hot stuff! Show us something!" A southern laugh barked as the car flew bye, mens chuckles echoing like a taunt before you were once again left alone in the night.

As you passed by the nightclubs, the same routine appeared. Hoots and hollers yet no one was willing to spend a dime. You gaze racked the row of cars lining the street, some beat up and bruised, others an attraction for robbery.

Your gaze narrowed as you passed, peaking through wing mirros of cars to see if anybody sat inside. And with your luck you caught a flash of a man on his phone, a bored stare forward with the passenger window rolled down.

"If you don't like the way I do things, I'm sure you could do them yourself." he mused, expression— or lack of — unchanging as his gaze moved to the shadow casting over him.

You fluttered your eyelashes at him, arms leant on the window frame with a shy smile and a wandering gaze. He only stared back at you, listening to the voice on the other end of the phone before humming and closing the line.

"Hard day in the office?" you asked with a teasing tone.

"Somewhat." he shrugged, eyes not moving from your connected gaze — strong-willed considering more than 70 percent of your skin was on show.

You shift on your feet, the heels starting to make their impact. "I think I could help with that..." you bite your lip, the same rehearsed practice that works on every man as you secure a client.

"Would you like to sit inside my car, those heels must hurt." He murmured, no shift in tome or even a quirk of his brow from your suggestion.

A pout laced its way onto your lips, though you nodded nonetheless, hating the feeling of goosebumps lining your legs and arms. Bishop leant forward to unlock the passenger door, allowing you to slide into the car and let outna soft sigh of relief.

Baby steps perhaps.

"So... what do you do for work?" you questioned, leaning towards his side of the car to break boundaries.

"I work for a company."

A soft sigh leaves you as this man very obviously has a built up wall. "Yea, so does everybody else." you huff, leaning back once more and toying with your fingers.

"You don't." he added, eyes on you still. He was a strange man, so unmoving and unexpressive, you wondered if this appearance was disciplined or a facade. You nod, thinning your lips because you know it's not something to be proud of. "Would you like me to drop you somewhere?"

As contradicting as it sounds, home sounds good. The apartment that had no room to breathe, the mattress on the floor and the pigeon that flew into the window every morning to wake you up.

"The closest bus stop will do." You mutter with a nod, not facing him because the awkwardness on your behalf was too much. Walking home with empty pockets after four hours of wandering the streets, appearance leaving little to the impression.

The drive was silent as he rounded corners like he knew LA by the back of his hand. The radio was untouched and his phone didn't buzz once. The car slid onto the sidewalk easily, the bus stop in sight.

Suprisingly, he made the gentlemanly effort to exit the car and open the door for you. "I hope the night finds you well and safely." he bowed his head slightly, watching you walk away with a short smile of appreciation.

You walked past the bus stop, having no money to fund your fare. Maybe this street would bring you some luck.

"That's not the bus stop." a voice sounded, the same voice. Louder than your entire time spent together. You turn, and he's still there. Stood beside his car, the moonlight emphasising his dark features and making his afro shine.

"Yea... I don't have enough money." you raised your brows in a manner that brushed it off. Shifting on your feet again, because it felt like the heels were piercing through the balls of your feet.

Neither of you broke eye contact, not when he stepped forward a few feet. "How much for an hour?" he asked, much quieter like it was something he didn't want to confess, a taint to his demeanour.

A smirk settled upon your face. "One-fifty." You closed the bridge, stepping closer to him until his cologne clouded you.

"May I have an hour please, ma'am." he asked, holding his hand out.

You nodded, taking his hand in yours. "Call me y/n." you smiled softly, paired with a flirty wink.

"Bishop."

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The drive to 'Bishops' place wasn't long, enough for you to try initiate conversation but not enough to dig deeply into him. His keys shuffled in the door before it clicked open, revealing a neat studio apartment.

The place was filled with brown leather and warm tones. A slight chill to the air though it suited Bishops mystery. A miniature poodle ran to the door with a bark and excited pant, spinning around at the sight of Bishop.

You raised a brow, not expecting the sight at all. Squatting down, you guestured a hand forward to allow the poodle to sniff and test you out before it came closer, accepting you into his house. "What's his name?" you laughed softly, stroking through the poodles curls.

"Snowflake." Bishop muttered, placing his keys down on the coffee table and slouching down onto the leather. Your eyes followed him, realising you were here for 'business' rather than to play with his puppy.

You crawled over, sitting yourself in-front of him between his manspread legs. Your cheek pressed to his knee, lashes fluttering. "Time is ticking y'know." you murmur, fingers pulling and pinching at the soft of his pants material.

"I don't intend to have sex with you." he muttered, looking down at your soft gaze, placing a hand on your cheek and stroking it a singular time.

Your brows pulled together, head tilting slightly further into his knee. "You hired a prostitute to... hang out with?"

His nostrils flared, the first mixed expression he's made. "Don't call yourself that." because as much as it was your society given title, he didn’t want to face his sin.

You kissed his thigh through his pants, soft kisses moving closer and closer to the part of man you've grown to know best. Your hand danced across his other thigh, stroking his zipper.

His breath noticeably shallowed and his thumb stroking against your cheek stopped. You pulled his fly and slipped the button from its place, glancing back up at Bishop to signal him to help pull his trousers down.

"There's no rush." he spoke, seemingly changing his mind about the 'no sex'. "You can stay the night."

You recoiled, jaw tensing softly. "The whole night? Sleep over?" you ask, and he nodded. "That'll cost you."

He nodded once more in a way that said 'I know'. "I'll pay, moneys no issue." he comforted, thumb pushing against the plush of your cheek.

A shift of time frame somewhat eased your mind, though staying the night was a first in your 'career'. You pulled his trousers down, facing the growing tent in his boxers as the night grew darker.

You felt his length within the rich cotton, watching it as it grew tall. With a soft swallow of your build up of saliva, feeling a more intimate closeness than other clients, you hooked your fingers on the waistband — thumb ticking over the embroidered words of 'Calvin Klein'.

His boxers sat at his knees after the painful moments of taking each others' essence in. The thick band and the cotton creating a border, preventing you from getting too close.

Your hand shook, hesitant before taking his length within your hold. He noticeably shuddered, though as you peered up his expression was twitching to stay contained.

Up and down, you stroked before bowing down, kitten licking around his tip which pulled a low exhale from Bishop. Gentle kisses and licks as you moved down his dick, all the way to the bottom before you dragged your tongue along his veins.

Bishop grunted, his knuckles pushing into the leather of the couch and turning white.

Hollowing your cheeks, you finally took him, slow and precise. Working your rehearsed magic as your  tongue swirled, hands stroking what was left in a tight, stimulating manner. His hand gripped the back of your head, fingers wrapping between your hair as he controlled the boos of your head. He head lolled back onto the couch, eyes screwed and stomach tight and tense.

"Fuck, you got a mouth on you." he grit, chest uneven as he breathed, allowing himself to feel you fully. Taking him, deep. His tip hitting the back of your throat as he pushed you down, your shaky hands gripping his thighs in a manner he knew left soft red marks — even through his trousers.

It didn't take long for the knot in his stomach to undo, beads of sweat kissed against his forehead, chest rising and falling in an off kilter pattern. Because you, the sight and the feeling, tainted him in such a way that it wouldn't take much for him to feel so largely.

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He had insisted you took his bed, deeming he had work to do but really he sat on his couch. The TV screen reflected the sight of him in the dark. Bishop felt he had a sense of disciplined self control, especially compared to his co-workers. But tonight he had crumbled. Gave in to a service his morales didn't sit with.

His fingers circled his rosary, the beads a familiarity to him. He fell asleep in silence, the coolness of the leather giving him an embrace full of mocking pity. As usual, he followed his routine.

Wake up at eight AM, pray, then shower until eight-thirty. He stood in-front of the mirror, picking through his afro that had speckles of water throughout. His towel wrapped tightly around his hips.

Peering through his bedroom door, you were still knocked out cold. Cocooned within his blankets and your hair spread across the silk pillows. It made him wonder when you last slept in a bed so comfortably, or was it more of a mind thing? Was your environment not a place to sleep in?

He placed his rosary on the kitchen counter, making his breakfast doubled. Eggs, faux bacon, two slices of toast and sliced avocado.

His watch read nine thirty by the time you yawned and made the effort to slip out of bed, a plain white tee covering your torso with basketball shorts grazing your knees. Your hand ran through your hair, now in its more natural state after a night of tossing and turning to your own will.

"I made breakfast. If you don't like it I'm happy to order something for you." he spoke up, eyes unmoving from the book he read — the cover custom and blank. His life crafted to be blank.

"Thank you." you smile softly, voice quiet from your slumber. You crouched within the dining chair sat opposite Bishop. The food was slightly cold, though at least you had breakfast, and it was cooked to perfection.

Breakfast washed over you in peace, an R&B melody playing from the radio in the kitchen. An untraceable, old fashioned man, you observed. "I was thinking, you can just owe me three hundred for the night." you shrugged, avoiding eye contact and picking at the leftover bacon slice.

Because you hated goodbyes.

"That's not 150 an hour." he mused, eyes glancing up at you and your hesitant state. Normally he'd roll his eyes at your leg propped up on the chair and elbow on his glass table — though he said nothing. Instead, he pulled his wallet from his back pocket like he'd been waiting for the moment and placing a band on the table. "I figured you'd like me to pay cash."

You couldn't help but stare at the wad of cash sat on the table, tied politely with a rubber band. The most amount of money you'd ever received for your deeds.

"I was also wondering how much would it be to keep you for the week?" he asked, the same tone as proposing coffee over a catch up. Your eyes connected, and deep within the walls he had built, you couldn't find any joking manner within there.

⌖ a/n. did i deliver 🥴