#bishop x 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.

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.

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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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❤️🌺

Next

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’.

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

after ali storms the club and kills alamo, you can’t register why bishop would betray alamo or why he saved you. #needmorebishopcontent

one, two

it started somewhere in the quiet spaces.

you weren’t sure when you and bishop’s relationship turned romantic. you weren’t sure when you had developed a relationship to begin with.

but what you did know, is that after rue’s death, he sat with you. no speaking, no touching. he just sat there on the edge of the worn couch while you cried until your chest ached and your throat was dry.

rue was the entire reason you’d gone into business with alamo. as much as she tried to keep you away from that part of her life—screaming at you, pushing you away, keeping her secrets locked tight—you just had to get involved with him. you thought this was a way out of your sad miserable life. but rue was gone anyway. and now, you were paying for it. trapped in a debt and a life you never wanted.