#bishop

[ushshitt]

★Bishop x afab reader.

★part one of a short series of headcanons.

★wc: 1.5k

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Bishop's calls went unanswered.

Nor did his messages.

Your phone wasn’t even on.

He decided to go to your house. He hadn’t been able to see you earlier because he’d been busy, and he mentally berated himself for it, but he had a free moment, and without hesitation, he took his car to come see you.

He had his own key to your front door. Opening it, he found your home: dark, unlit, with no sign that you'd been there. He opened the curtains, dimly illuminating the room, and hung his coat on the rack by the door.

Walking in, he reached your bedroom and found you under the covers, completely covered. There wasn’t a sign of movement from you, so he assumed you were asleep.

He raised the blinds on your window, letting in the midday sun, and looked at you again, seeing you turn over in bed, your back to him. Around the bed, he saw clothes strewn about, dirty mixed with clean ones, all scattered on the floor, frowning slightly at the state you were in.

Without a word, he moved around the room, picking up the clothes and placing them at the edge of your bed. It didn’t matter if you didn’t want him to do this; he would do it anyway, and in fact, it surprised him, because you were very tidy, especially with your own room.

After gathering all the clothes, he set them aside to take them to the wash, approaching and sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at you, reaching out to stroke your hair, moving it away from your shoulder, leaving your neck bare for him.

“Did you eat today?”

Bishop waited patiently for your reply, and you didn’t answer. He leaned over you, noticing your half-open, swollen eyes and the soft trail of tears on your cheeks. He gently pressed his lips together, caressing your shoulder softly, closing the distance to place a kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m going to put the laundry in, then I’ll help you shower, and we’ll get something to eat, okay? There’s still time for breakfast. Do you want waffles?”

Even so, you didn’t answer. You just closed your eyes and turned your head toward the pillows, hiding from him.

Bishop gave your shoulder one last squeeze, then stood up to gather all the laundry, taking it to the room with your washer and dryer. He separated the colored clothes from the whites, leaving the rest in the laundry basket.

All that time, before you distanced yourself, Bishop had noticed strange behavior in you; You seemed distracted, tired, and you’d become colder in every way. He wasn’t the type to show physical affection; you were that kind of person in the relationship. But even when he noticed your distance, he tried to be more affectionate: holding your hand, stroking your hair, kissing you. And yet, he still felt that distance between you.

He would never doubt you, never think you were cheating. If that were the case, he wouldn’t be with you in the first place. He wouldn’t waste his time with someone who wasn’t as interested in him as he was in them. Even so, he felt anguish seeing you increasingly tired and with less appetite.

And he also felt guilty. Guilty that your time together had become scarcer because of both of your jobs, mostly his. You didn’t work together; he didn’t want to see you fall into his chaotic world, something he knew you wouldn’t be able to handle. You had completely different jobs, but even so, he felt you complemented each other perfectly, to the point that he’d already planned to propose.

While the laundry was doing, he went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and filled the tub with hot water. Sitting on the edge, he saw you appear in front of the door. It didn’t matter if you looked tired, hadn’t showered, or were depressed; he always looked at you with eyes full of longing and affection, so much so that he was surprised by how deeply you had captivated him.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

He instantly stood up from the edge of the tub and walked toward you. His hands immediately fell on your shoulders, giving you a comforting squeeze, then moved up to your cheek, gently caressing it. His eyes were fixed on you, but yours weren't on him. You looked down, ashamed and sad, still with that distance between you that he couldn’t quite bridge.

“Let me help you, darling.”

His hands grasped yours, guiding you toward the bathtub. He made you raise your arms to remove your shirt, letting it fall to the floor, then lowered his hands to your hips, removing your pants and underwear.

His eyes traveled from your face to your naked body. He had seen you naked countless times before, but your body looked different in that moment.

He took both your hands, leading you into the tub, rolling up his shirt sleeves as he watched you sit, drawing your knees up and resting your head on them. Bishop crouched beside the tub, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your back, guiding you to bend down so he could wet and wash your hair.

As Bishop bathed you, he heard your nose sniffing. He guessed you had a runny nose from crying so much, perhaps even from crying before he arrived.

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After you finished showering, he took your hands to help you up and out of the bath, your feet touching the cold tile. He wrapped a clean towel around your shoulders, cupped your face in his hands, and lifted your head so you would look at him.

“Shall we have breakfast? Or would you like lunch?”

Bishop stroked your cheeks with his thumbs, patiently waiting for your answer. Soon, he heard you let out a soft sob, closing your eyes and lowering your head slightly.

“I want to stay.”

Bishop narrowed his eyes. He understood that you weren’t in the mood to go to public places, that you preferred to stay home where you felt safe, and if that’s what you wanted, so be it. He nodded immediately, bending down slightly so you would look at him, giving you a small smile, and running his hands over your forehead to wipe away the water droplets that trickled from your hair.

“I’ll get you some clothes and dry your hair.”

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Bishop’s fingers ran through your hair as he dried it. You were sitting in front of your bedroom mirror, while he stood behind you. The sheets were removed from your bed; you were dressed in clean, comfortable clothes. He had ordered food for both of you, and even though you hadn’t asked if you wanted waffles for breakfast or pasta for lunch, he had ordered both.

The hairdryer was turned off once your hair was completely dry. He combed it and applied the conditioner you used to care for your hair. You had been neglecting your hair lately; you didn’t even have the energy or desire to do something as simple as that, but Bishop was more than happy to do it, always leaving a kiss on your shoulder.

“We’re finished.”

He stroked your hair and reached out to hold your hand, looking at it for a moment, noticing how the cuticles on your fingers were torn off, so much so that red marks and dried blood were visible at the corners of your nails.

“Look, I know I’m not a perfect boyfriend, I know I’m distant with you, I don’t show love the way you want…”

His eyes returned to yours.

“But I’ll never put work or my responsibilities before you. You’re my top priority.”

His grip on your hand tightened as he knelt beside you, placing his hands on your thighs, caressing your skin in soft, comforting circles. His gaze was tired and relaxed, yet still attentive to what was happening, especially when it came to you, his precious partner.

“Now let’s go to the living. Lunch will be here soon, okay?”

He looked into your eyes, with that longing and pleading feeling that you believe his words, that you trust his promises and comfort. Bishop had an unyielding temper, but when it came to you, he was so gentle he swore he’d melt when your warm hands touched his icy ones, releasing lovestruck sighs that no one else could elicit.

“Okay.”

You smiled at him, leaning in to kiss him on the lips, your lips melting into his. Bishop had forgotten the last time he’d kissed you so intimately and tenderly, his hand moving up so his fingers caressed your jaw, parting with just the touch of your noses, your breaths mingling. And it was there, where the pain and depression still lingered, but you forgot them with a single act of love from your boyfriend, so sweet it could banish the sadness, and you’d never cry from pain or loneliness again in your life, because he would always be there.

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a/n: este fin de semana estuve muy deprimido. no me acuerdo la última vez que lloré tanto, escribir esto me ayudó un poco a calmar mí tristeza ;(

[heckcareoxytwit]

A preview of Bishop #1

BISHOP #1

THE TIME-LOST X-MAN IS BACK!

Bishop has always lived by a strict code. But that code will get called into question when his sister, Shard, is sent to the present right before she died! Will Bishop adhere to his principles and protect the timestream? Or will he risk it all to save the most important person in his life? Superstar writer Saladin Ahmed will put the tough-as-nails mutant through the ringer!

Written by: Saladin Ahmed Art by: Mario Santoro, Federico Blee Cover by: Davide Paratore Page Count: 32 Pages Release Date: Jun 10, 2026

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Bishop #1 preview. Bishop has always lived by a strict code. But that code will get called into question when his sister, Shard, is sent to the present right before she died! #comics #comicbooks https://graphicpolicy.com/2026/06/07/preview-bishop-1/

Preview: Bishop #1

[ushshitt]

i would like to do a small series of Bishop headcanons with everyday situations.

i was thinking about the first date or how he would act if his partner were depressed.

these won’t be writings with a female reader; it will be open to interpretation by any reader of any gender. even so, it will be an AFAB (assigned female at birth) reader.

but i’m not closed to the idea of making it for a male reader.

let me know what you think 💌

[johnbsangel]

Can you guys plz send me bishop reqs

[yallllooloooo]

Heart tales, Bishop x reader PT2

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: Smut, Bishop talking you through it, Dom Bishop, no protection, fingering, verbal Bishop, sub reader, kissing, hair pulling, possessive Bishop, and much more.

An: Listen to “Such a Whore” by JVLA and “Don’t” by Bryson Tiller while reading for more feels🙂‍↕️, I hope yall enjoy, I was screaming the whole time while writing this❤️❤️🥹

Bisbops POV:

This wasn’t something I was supposed to be doing, I wasn’t supposed to be sitting here in this chair, I wasn’t supposed to be in Alamo’s daughters house, I wasn’t supposed to be holding her like this, letting her sit on my lap, letting her kiss me, letting her get so close to me, but what can I say…I’ve always liked doing what I wanted.

It didn’t take long for me to finish the slices, my stomach now filled and no longer empty, but now, there’s something else that I needed to fill my appetite, a special dish one would say.

“I’ve finished eating, I will go take a shower now” I said to her, patting her thigh gently as a way of telling her to get up. Seeing her get up, I too rose from my seat, my body now facing her as I looked down at her shorter frame.

“I shall be in bed soon…be ready” She frozen as soon as I said those words, the tone of my voice giving her a slight insight on what I was implying “wait wha...” I heard her say, she was so cute when she’s confused.

Taking the opportunity of her delay, I slipped past her and into the bedroom, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and briefs before beginning my walk into the bathroom, wanting to just get the shower done and over with so I could get back to her,

As I stepped into the shower, all sorts of ideas began to run through my head, “maybe I’ll start with my fingers…yeah, she always says she likes how long they are” looking down at my fingers, I began to flex then unconsciously.

My thoughts continued to spur on as I turned on the faucet and began my shower, the stress from the day slowly beginning to fade away as the warm water ran all over my body,

“She hasn’t gotten any dick recently, I should really make up for that tonight” I told myself, feeling sorry for my poor girl as I thought of how lonely she must have felt. Taking the opportunity, I looked down at the (not so)little buddy between my legs and began to talk to it.

“You better not disappoint her tonight” I said to it, staring at it as if it was going to give me a response, shaking my head in disappointment when it actually didn’t.

My shower was a very thorough one, I had to make sure I was smelling nice and squeaky clean for my girl after all. She always had a thing about my scent anyway, always clinging onto me any chance she got, rolling her eyes whenever I told her I had to go or whenever she had to separate from me, well, not like I minded anyway.

I scrubbed my arms, my back, neck, behind the ears, all that stuff “I’m gonna be sweating allot tonight, might as well smell nice while doing so” I said to myself, turning off the faucet when I felt my tension and dirt from the day I had was gone from my body,

I stepped out of the tub, my hand grabbing my towel on the wrack and beginning to dry myself off, setting it back up when I knew I was finished using it, then grabbing my lotions and other stuff, wasting no time to lather myself up with it,

“Don’t wanna start a fire now do we” I joked, applying my deodorant as soon as I finished with moisturizing my skin, “I better hurry, I don’t want my girl to wait too long”

It took me less than a minute to put on my clothes and walk out of the bathroom door, my eyes looking around the room until it found her, she was standing near the bookshelf, her eyes skimming through them, probably looking for one to read later maybe.

“Hey” I said, raising my eye brows when she jumped at the sound of my voice, she was definitely getting nervous right now, but that’s ok, I’ll help her fix that.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I wasted no time “Come here” she stood frozen once again when she heard my words, but unlike when we were in the kitchen, I wasn’t going anywhere this time.

After awhile of her realizing that I wasn’t going to stop staring, she slowly walked over to me, her body standing between my legs as if it was where she belonged, and if I had it my way, that’s exactly how it would be.

“Sit” I said, patting my thighs as if to direct her. She slowly eased down into my lap, her body and mind knowing to trust and follow my words as she sat with her back against my chest.

“Good job” I praised, pulling her body closer against mine without warning, my cock pulsing as I heard her let out a small gasp from my actions,

“so sensitive” I whispered into her ear, one hand going towards her thighs and rubbing it out of instinct from all the other times we were like this, just the thought was getting my blood pumping.

“Take these off” I said to her, my fingers tapping against the fabric of the shorts she was wearing, she was basically asking for it, wearing something like that around me.

I removed my hand from her thigh as I leaned back slightly, eyes watching her every move as she stood up from her place on my lap, my length pitching a tent in the sweats as the weight of her body disappeared from my lap,

“Calm down little guy, you’ll get yours soon” I said to myself, my eyes still trained on her as she began to take off her shorts, the baggy shirt she wore was now covering her underwear slightly, but that only made the sight even more hotter.

I said to myself, my eyes still trained on her as she began to take off her shorts, the baggy shirt she wore was now covering her underwear slightly, but that only made the sight even more hotter.

When she sat back down on my lap, I wasted no time in letting my hands wonder all over her, one hand reaching underneath her shirt and softly kneeing at her breast, while the other took its liberties on her lower half,

“Whatever you do, don’t close your legs” I warned, my voice soft against her neck as I slowly pulled her panties to the side, kissing the skin of her neck as I let my fingers rub up and down at her slit,

“My girls so wet, only for me huh?” I teased an uncontrollable small smile appearing on my face as I heard her begin to whimper at my actions, her body shaking from the stimulation I was giving her,

“I should really do this more often” I said out loud, using the slick I had gathered from her arousal to slowly push two fingers in, quickly letting go of her breasts and wrapping my now free arm around her as to keep her flushed against me,

She always had a habit of trying to run when we got like this, I really have to break her out of that.

“It’s ok baby, just let me take care of you” I whispered to her, noticing how her hands were gripping my arm as my fingers began to move slowly inside her, her moans going straight to my cock, damn near making me tear through my sweats, but I couldn’t focus on that right now, I wanted her to cum from my fingers at least once before I fucked her, and I was always adamant on getting what I want.

Suddenly, I felt her begin to shake on my lap, and I immediately knew what that meant. “Found it” I whispered into her ear, a feeling of pride swelling in my chest that I managed to find her G spot so fast, I was gonna have FUN with this.

I slowly began thrusting my fingers at a faster pace, her sensitive body immediately reacting to this by leaning forward, but I wasn’t going to let her deprive herself, so I took the initiative to lean forward into her too, it was like I was shadowing her, but I didn’t mind, as long I could keep my hands on her I’m fine with it.

“You can take it, I know you can” I said to her, my heart beating fast as I heard the sounds being released from her pussy, “I really did that huh” I thought to myself, my thoughts getting hazy as I continued to move my fingers,

“Please…” There it was, I knew exactly what that meant, she was only seconds away from cumming, but what was the use of such hard work if I wasn’t going to be able to see her face while doing so?

Pulling my fingers out of her, I couldn’t help but feel bad when I heard her whine of disapproval, I hated when she was sad, she’s too pretty to be sad, so pretty….my pretty girl.

“Get up on the bed, I want to see your face” I said to her, patting her thigh to get her to stand up from my lap.

Barely conscious, she stood up and crawled onto the bed, me in turn walking over to the side and crawling on, separating her legs and settling between them without a second thought. Looking down at her sprawled body, I could feel the precum oozing from my tip as I took in the beauty in front of me,

“Pretty as money” I said for both her ears and mine. So without wasting any time, I took one of her legs into my hand, placing it on my thigh as I brought my two hands in between her legs, one hand gripping her thigh while the other began to work on her more…in depth as some would say.

It didn’t take her long to cum, that was one of the things I liked about her, she was so sensitive when it came to our intimate times, at first she had tried to hide it, but after a few deep thrusts of my cock and a little praise, her little “secret” came flooding out, that among many things,

“Do you want to go again like this…or do you want this” I said to her, pulling out my throbbing cock from its confines and looking up at her as I waited for her answer.

She looked like she was having some inner turmoil right now, but that was ok, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t help my woman in her time of need.

Stroking my cock for a bit, I let the precum spread across the length, and after making sure it was wet enough, I brought myself closer between her legs, the feeling of being in between her thighs was like heaven, but I had to focus right now.

“I’ll put the tip in…you tell me if you rather this or my fingers” I said to her, looking into her eyes for any sign of denial, seeing none, I positioned my cock infront of her pussy, my eyes staying on hers as I slowly thrusted my tip inside her, and just like i promised, I only put that part in,

“So..?” I asked her, my eyes now staring down her shaking form beneath me. She looked absolutely fucked out already, it must have been from hoe I was working my fingers earlier,

It took her a full minute or so before she let out a quiet whisper, “i want this..” she said lowly, but it was pretty audible to me so that’s all that matters.

I slowly began to push more and more in, my jaw clenching as her insides began to engulf my cock, the tightness causing me to damn near buss a load right then and there, but I had to wait, I had to take care of my woman first,

Second person POV:

Bishop was looking right into your eyes as he thrusted in, his eyes only faltering for a quick second, but that was only when he had managed to bottom out inside you, a once in a blue mood smile gracing his face as he did so.

“I can do this…” you thought to yourself, building up confidence for the fucking you KNEW you were about to get, but oh boy were you nervous.

You felt as he slowly withdrew, his hands gripping your waist to keep you steady as he thrusted back in. His thrusts were now gaining a slowly but steady rhythm as to not overwhelm you just yet, but even that was getting too much for you.

“So wet” you heard him mumble, your body getting flustered and hot at his choice of words, he was always so verbal while you guys went at it, it was all good though, you liked that.

He then began to pick up the pace, his face lowering down to yours and capturing your lips in a slow and deep kiss, tho his thrusts were contradicting that slightly.

He didn’t let up, his kissed moving from your lips to your neck as he made sure to angle himself to where he was slamming into your G spot with every stroke, eyes closing as he listened to the beautiful sounds he was getting out of you,

“Sound so good baby, you love this huh?” He teased, one of his hands reaching for the thighs of your legs and grasping it in his palm as he spread it more to the side, his thrusts getting deeper as he did this,

“Wa…it” you begged, your hand finding its way to his stomach as the pleasure was starting to get to your head too much, your whole body shaking as you tried to handle it,

Bishop just shook his head in disapproval, “no, you can take it” he spoke quietly, his body weight pressing against yours as to make sure you laid there and take what he was giving to you.

“It’s too big..too much…baby please” you whined, your shaky hand now moving from his stomach to his arm, gripping it as handed as you could to try and ground yourself and stay conscious, but that was barely working,

“Too big? I fit so well tho” he mumbled, almost laughing as he felt your insides try and pull him deeper whenever he eased out, “look, even your pussy agrees with me” as soon as he said those words, you felt a tight feeling in your stomach, you knew what it meant, and it didn’t take long for Bishop to realize it too,

“You gonna cum?” he said, pulling his head out of your neck and now looking down at your face. You had tears running down your face, your hair(that he paid for) was splayed all over the pillow, and your chocolate skin was dripping with sweat, Bishop could cum from this sight alone.

“Together?” He asked, his hands now finding its way to the back of your head as he waited for your response,

“yeah..” you whimpered out, a gasp escaping you as he gently grasped your hair into his hand and lifted your head up to the point that his face was only inches away from yours.

“You love me?” He asked, his eyes staring into your fucked out ones, “I do..I do baby” you managed to mumble out, your nails scratching his back unconsciously,

Bishop felt it, but he didn’t stop you, he’d always let you to mark him up any way you wanted, he loved how he would walk around and the proof of how well he fucked his girl would be engraved on his skin, he took great pride in that.

“Say you love me,” he whispered, his strokes now slow but still deep, “say it, come on baby” he knew he had you right where he wanted you, he wanted you to cum while professing your love for him, and that’s exactly what you did,

“I…I love you B” you whimpered out, voice shaking but still managing to utter those words, “If you love me..you’ll cum on my dick right now” The words immediately took effect on you, Bishop could tell immediately that you were going to cum within seconds, and he instantly switched up the pace, wanting to experience the pleasure of cumming with you, just the thought caused a smile to overtake his face once again,

He felt it right away, from the loud moans that you released, and from the way how your eyes rolled back he knew what it was, “thereee you go, now that wasn’t so hard was it” he groaned out, the tightness causing him cum inside you without a second to think.

You were damn near passed out at this point, your brain checking out from all the pleasure that you just experienced. He was definitely going to talk about this later.

“Do you want a kiss?” He asked, his hand rubbing your hair softly, “yeah…” you mumbled, voice quiet and quivering.

Bishop drew you closer, wrapping his arm free arm around you and using the one hand in your head to bring your face closer to his, eyes closing as he captured your lips in a soft and heated kiss.

This is exactly where you wanted to be.

Bishops POV, Three hours later:

She was now fast asleep in my arms, her face in my neck as she laid on her side with her body facing mine.

“How could such beauty come from such ugly” I thought to myself, my hand rubbing up and down at her waist as I leaned back to get a good look at her face,

“Even under the moonlight…you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” I whispered, planting a quick peck on her forehead without thinking, freezing when she moved a bit, scared that I might have woken her.

Seeing that her eyes were still closed I let out a small sigh of relief, she always got cranky when woken up from her sleep, and I did NOT want deal with that again.