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[justevelynnnn]

i absolutely love this❤️❤️❤️❤️

saw an opportunity to draw something silly.

[justevelynnnn]

I want to be more

Summary: You work in a brothel in the early 1900s after WW1. You had few clients but just started having one regular. He was solider. You fall for him only after a few times of meeting. You soon wanted to be more than…whatever this is.

Warnings: Cussing, Reader is a woman, prostitution, smut mentioning throughout, alcohol consumption, signs of limerence, angsty ending

(this is barely proofread too)

A/N: This idea came to me out of nowhere..i’m so happy with it though. I had fun incorporating 1920s slang into this too. I think i have an idea for a part 2 but that might come later..

It was a cold winter day. Clients came in less when it was cold, not wanting to travel through the snow. Only the really, truly libidinous would come during these times. You enjoyed it. A break. But with breaks came no money being made.

The owner was generous enough to let you and a few others stay in your private rooms and live there. You’ve been here for 5 years now. A job is a job. It paid enough for you to scrape by. Not that you really enjoyed it.

You got used to it quick. At least, as used to it as you could. As one could. At first, you were a nervous, naiive olive, but now you’re a stronger, almost street smart woman. You knew how to handle yourself, how you should be treated. Men knew now to respect you. To not try and get out of paying or overstep boundaries.

You drank often to hide any pain. Forget any and all traumas. You always were tipsy if it could be helped when it was time to work. It made it…easier. Lighter.

The brothel itself was nice. Spacious. Luxurious. A blind tiger as most described it. Disguised as just a fancy bar for any authority figures who passed by.

You got paid well because of this by each client but really only ever made just enough for rent some food and maybe a dress or something else. You weren’t too popular to get many clients. Most men you had were Soldiers from the war. Occasionally, if you looked nice enough, an egg or wealthy man. Most of them were married. Older. Drunks, whether it was a secret or not.

You didn’t care for them. They didn’t care for you more. It was just business.

But there was one man who was different. One man who stood out to you. Who made you feel something other than a deep disgust.

His name was Logan Howlett.

He was young seeming, never telling his age. He just got back from the war. Obviously worn down by the trauma he possibly witnessed. Eyes told it all as well like many other soldiers. He always drank. Sometimes smoked a cigar. But always went right up to you.

At first, you almost refused him. He was dirty, and swaying around. He gave you a damp crumpled up $50 and mumbled about your hips and eyes. He smelled a bit too-

But then he pulled out another $50. You were convinced now. $100! was alot. You’d choke this encounter down too.

But he was surprisingly good. He didn’t just fuck you. No. He made love to you. He was soft. Gentle. You were almost taken aback. He treated you like glass. He actually even licked your core, something 90% of your clients ignored. Until you came 3 times you didn’t see his manhood.

He fell asleep next you, exhausted and sad. He was a sad drunk. He told you how he wanted to marry you, how he wanted to run away from everything with someone. Most men would confess things to you either before or after. But you ignored a lot because they were often drunk, like Logan.

Logan logan logan.

His first encounter with you left an impression.

A week passed and you still couldn’t get him off your mind. It was almost depressing. And just when you felt like he’d never return, he did.

He walked in, head down. Sat at the bar for an hour just drinking. And then he looked for you. You didn’t go up to him, just to see how long he’d look before he settled for another. But he never did. He keep looking. Looking and looking and walking and walking.

Then he saw you and walked up to you quickly. A hug. A drunken, messy hug and kiss.

“I never got your name, dear..” He whispered. He could barely stand.

Did you want him to have your real or work name?

“It’s y/n.” You said softly.

“y/n……… y/n…” Logan repeated slowly. “Beautiful li’you. Pretty girl…”

You could barely hear him. He had his hand in your lower back that horribly distracted you. A soft, “your mine” hold. Possessive. Different from other men.

You started to love the taste of whiskey just because you always tasted it on his lips. You started to love the faint scent on cigar on his hairy chest. Dog tags hitting you in the face has he thrusted into you. The way he held you like you’d get away. Treated you like you weren’t just a couple of wet holes but a human. A woman. Even drunk he was somewhat of a gentleman.

You wonder why he chose you. Why did ever go to you. Did he go to other brothels too? He seemed infatuated with you and you him.

You told the other women about him after the fifth time. They barely believed you. A bit of jealousy filled the air as they were rarely, if at all, treated so lovely. No, everyone was just holes. Just holes. Eye candy and holes.

The next time Logan came some women tried to climb on him. They offered him discounts. You almost wanted to fucking spit. He wasn’t yours though so why did you feel like this?

It made you damn near giddy as you watched him shoo them away like flies. Almost disgusted. Like he was some virgin waiting for marriage. Like it was almost rude for women to act like that despite where he was. The women huffed and walked away, some back to their rooms and others to other men. A couple have you a glance or so but said nothing.

You just waited for Logan to come back to you and touch you and treat you like you were more.

You felt spoiled.

He really acted like you two were going together. You began to wonder if he was courting you in some odd way.

Rumors started amongst the women who cared that you two were dating and you almost got put out. The number one rule was to never date your clients. Ever.

You assured he was just stuck on you or something and it wasn’t your fault. That he paid you the best. Out loud you say money, in your head you say attention.

He certainly becomes all you think about. Oh yes. Ohhh yes. You started noticing little details. His beard that was sometimes shaven. His hair. How it smelled. How it was the only soft thing on him. His nose. He once confessed he hated it but you loved it. He let you ride it once. Amazing experience.

And was such a sex magician. That’s how’d you describe him anyways. He was awfully skilled. You really wondered if he got practice before you. And how much?

You learned bits and pieces about him after sex. He’d lay there and talk about the war. Why he drank sometimes. How me missed his family. How he wished he was “normal”. Normal huh.

You never spoke much. You didn’t have anything but this. Your home life and childhood was rough, obviously leading you here. You had no special talents or dreams really. You recently has some interest with becoming one of those flapper women. But he was the first bit of true excitement you had in a while.

Logan stopped coming for a while. This time you were sure he wouldn’t return. The first week was horrible. You laid in bed like a rag doll as men used you, thinking about how Logan would at least butter you up before anything started. You mindlessly counted money as you wondered where Logan could be. You drank and drank to try and forget but he left such an impression on you it didn’t work.

The other women “comforted” you, but deep down we’re happy you were back to their level, with no special clients.

“You shouldn’t get so attached to the clients!”

“It was fun while it lasted huh now, sweets? Oh, i experienced the same thing.”

“An odd cat he was…maybe it’s for the best.”

You ignored it all. You didn’t care for any of that shit. Fuck it all. You just wanted him back.

Did he even care for you the way you did him? Would he even remember you? Did he? He was so drunk sometimes….you couldn’t tell if he cared at all. He remembered your name sure but that was it. You just couldn’t deny your feelings anymore.

These deep feelings.

Limerence.

There was passion that drove you crazy. You felt like you were going crazy.

Days blurred. Holidays passed. Men came and went. Take that both ways.

But this cold winter day, he returned. You were sitting on a stool, drinking again. It was just your 3rd.

You hear the door open and the little bell rang. Heavy footsteps. Leftover snow underneath crushing under boots. You turned around as you felt the presence behind you, getting ready to say your prices and hours assuming this man wanted your services.

However, you stopped mid breath as you turned and saw… “….Logan?”

He took his hat off and nodded. He quietly sat next to you and stared into your eyes. He was sober but had dark circles.

“I been busy you see..” He starts, his breath smells of straight cigar. “Th’s why i haven’t been around.”

You’re buzzed and you think you’re dreaming. You’re sure you look a mess right now.

“I missed you, Lo..” You whispered.

Logan looks away. He sighs. He says nothing for a long while. It worried you. Did you cross a boundary? Was it too far?

“That’s the issue, doll.”

Logan turns to look you in the eyes, brows furrowed. Your heart rate picks up but you felt a heartbeat elsewhere after the nickname came out his mouth. Doll..

“Wait-” You start but he puts a finger to your lips.

“You are a prostitute baby. I’m…a mess. A drunk vet. Addicted to giggle water. You don’t want me. It don’t make sense. We’ve gotten too deep into this. I come for a quick fuck and then back to reality as it should be. You don’t want this, pretty..”

You feel your heart break. You sober up a bit too.

“It don’t feel quick to me. You treat me like i’m human. You the only one.” Your voice cracks a bit. You are also a sad drunk most days so the alcohol was not helping you process this situation properly.

Logan has an unreadable look on his face. He shakes his head soon after and licks his lips. He’s thinking. Maybe you caught him off guard? The lobby was suddenly very quiet even though it’s been like that the whole time. Just you, Logan and the bartender. There was a woman in the corner but she was preoccupied with a man herself, paying no mind to you or Logan.

You want to puke.

“Logan-”

“Close your head, woman. You stuck on me or something?” He says a bit sharp.

You just nod biting your lip. Suddenly you’re drunk again. The room is spinning a bit and you couldn’t sit straight with a constant nagging to go hysterical.

“We can’t keep doing this. We just can’t.” He says not looking you in the eye anymore. “We can’t.”

“Oh, applesauce…why not?”

“Because we can’t. You listening? You must be zozzled. Listen to me, you don’t want this. I’m telling you.”

“But, i do want you. It’s all i want now. You’re all i want now. Please, Lo. Don’t leave me here.”

“Y/n…”

“I want to be more than this.” You spit out. Logan freezes. He almost looked scared for a second. A tear falls out your eye as Logan gets up swiftly after you say it.

“Goodbye, y/n.”

You say nothing. He hands you a $100 and tells you to buy something nice. You watch, sadly, as he goes out the door.

You swivel back around.

“I need everything this can buy please.” You hold up thr $100 to the bartender. He looks at you like you have two heads but starts getting many cups out.

You’re going to be drinking for days.

[justevelynnnn]

real.

If Gambit doesn’t make a comeback in the following seasons of X-Men 97 I’m afraid I’ll explode like he did.

[justevelynnnn]

BOOM SHAKALAKA YES GAWD

[justevelynnnn]

Real

So what's your type?

Brunets with weird eyes... Clearly...

[justevelynnnn]

So so so real 💯‼️

Random thought turned small imagine💀

Warnings: Pure NSFW (minors go away 🚫🚫)

A/N i wrote this in one sitting. I reallyyyy like dofp logan🙃 i honestly just type as i go.

just think abt dofp logan and his fat dick🤞🏾

like the first time you see it your mouth just drops. It’s more girthy than long but did that matter? Nope. Like it’s a literal thick ass sausage. And of course he knows how to use it.

You wonder where the hell he hides that thing but you also noticed he did kinda walk a bit funny. Maybe that was why.

Most girls are shocked on how thick it is so he’s used to your reaction. And when he pulls it out it’s already leaking pre-cum. Like it’s almost mesmerizing. And that vein.

You barely noticed he started slowly stroking himself to your reaction until he jokes open your mouth that’s still opened.

“Better close your mouth princess, before something flies into it…” He joked quietly.

Oh, you knew something you’d like to fly in your mouth right about now.

He bit his lip as you shifted, being jolted out your daze. You’re still wondering if that thing will even be able to fit.

You continue to stare at him as he jerked himself but also approached you. “Nervous?” He asked. You finally looked up into his eyes to see they were shining probably, not definitely, from lust. You just nod and look back down. He shifted his pants off already stepping out and motioned you to knell in front of him. A simple come hither motion.

That’s when you noticed his fingers were kinda thick too.

Fuck. You just need him really bad.

You’re already so wet from the anticipation. Now you’re face to face with this thing and you lick your lips. He’s a good, 5-6 inches. Which seemed so much more bigger because of the girth.

He moves his hand slowly from his cock and has a hand gently pushing the back of your head forward.

You carefully lick and kiss the glistening tip. There’s no taste honestly. Maybe a bit salty. You start to suck gently as you hear the man groan and quietly swear above you. As you take him more and more he starts to almost throat fuck you but he stops himself because he didn’t want to hurt you. Even if you have a good gag reflex he still takes some adjusting.

When you’re finally comfortable enough to reach the base and have your nose right up again this crotch he’s already close. He’s ready to finish. He’s more of a mess, barely behind able to stand. More vocal too.

He taps you twice to warn you but you don’t pull away. Suddenly, you taste him as he coats your mouth and throat with his cum. He grips the back of your head a bit hard as he holds you into place. When he looks down at you he sees you, mouth wide open, teasing him and smiling. The he watches you swallow.

“Damn.” Is all he can say, panting and in awe.

And fucking you is so much better. He stuffs you. It’s so so good the first few minutes especially. For both of you. You’re so tight around him and at first he thinks you’re clenching and tells you stop or he’ll cum too soon. Then you squeeze him for real and he pulls out immediately because he doesn’t really want a kid right now.

And for you, it’s like being filled up in the best way. You’re a mess only a few thrusts in. Truly addicted. Every position is wonderful.

He always came a lot too. Just spurts and spurts of white every-time. He really likes to paint your body when y’all are done. He doesn’t even care where he just likes finishing on you. Seeing you covered in him just gets him hard again most of the time and then it’s round 2 and 3 and 4…..

Either i need him really bad or i’m ovulating or both.

[justevelynnnn]

So so sweet🤍

🂱 › SFW alphabet : Remy LeBeau .

a/n : meant to be an expansion of what it is like to date our dear remy! nsfw alphabet coming soon, enjoy luvs

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?):

how doesn't remy show affection should be the question, this boy is such an affectionate one in all his relationships, both romantic and platonic.

his favorite way is probably anything physical, definitely is a physical touch love language boy. this can range from kisses to cuddling.

out in public he loves to hold your hand or waist, sometimes he'll even throw his arm around your shoulder and pull you right into his side

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?):

being his best friend is quite similar to being his lover in the sense that he is very affectionate. of course, he respects the different boundaries that come with the two different relationships.

overall, if you find your way into his heart you have a cheerleader and shoulder to cry on for life as well as a protector. he definitely takes on a brotherly role sometimes with his friends

the friendship would totally blossom with you two getting into mischief around the mansion or on missions, if you can get him to laugh you have now gained a new friend

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?):

Remy is a HUGE cuddler. always down to cuddle even with his friends, but especially his lover!

how he cuddles entirely depends on who initiated the cuddle session. if it was him, he likes to cuddle with his head on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist, completely hidden from the world.

if you initiated the cuddling he likes to hold you close, either being the big spoon or allowing you to hide in his chest, usually he'll rub your back or play with your hair while you cuddle

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?):

despite having the drifter thief persona, Remy does want to settle down. he already has 3 cats and hates leaving them.

this boy craves domesticity, just let him embrace him male-wife tendencies

cooking he has down just as good as his card tricks and he is a relatively clean living partner, sometimes leaving a few things out like his jacket on the back of the couch, his shoes laying hazardously by the door, but he always cleans up his messes like dishes and dirty laundry

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?):

most likely, remy wouldn't be the one to call things off, he did it once and boy does that still literally haunt him * cough * ex-wife belladonna * cough *

but if he were to end things he would probably sit you down and talk it out with you. he would try everything possible to save the relationship before even thinking about breaking up.

he would make the split up to your terms, whether you stay in contact or never see each other again will be entirely up to you

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?):

you would think that his brief and explosive experience with marriage would deter him from wanting to marry again but that's isn't the case.

his end goal is always marriage, even if you were to start out as fwb's, you can bet on him falling pretty hard

the second he can't picture his life without you, he is looking at wedding rings

once he proposes, its up to you whether you have a wedding or elope that night because he is ready for the later the second you say yes and put on the engagement ring.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?):

Remy can be a pretty gentle person in all ways. he isn't quick to yell, even if you annoy the hell out of him

now, this doesn't extend to those who would wish harm on you. the gloves are off and he can be pretty ruthless on the battlefield

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?):

just like cuddles, Remy is a fiend for hugs. any opportunity for a hug, he will take it

waking up in the morning and rolling over, you are instantly wrapped in a hug, he comes home and you are the first person he seeks out, all he wants is a hug from you

his hugs can range but for you they are gentle but tight, each one treated like its the first time he's gotten to hug you, usually with his chin resting on your head or shoulder and his arms wrapped around your waist

the time he really wants a hug the most though is after he has woken up from a nightmare. if you wake up to him having one, all he wants is to hide away and cling to you, his hug almost bone crushing the way he grips you so tight

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?):

it probably takes a few dates but he is ready pretty quick to say the L word, however, he probably waits for you to say it first

he knows he can move pretty fast in relationships so he wants to make sure you are ready to hear it before he says it, but oh boy, once you do, he doesn't let an opportunity go by for him to say it

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?):

Remy can get jealous pretty easily, but with a poker face like his you won't know it till he is dragging you away from the dude flirting with you or feeling his grip on your waist tighten and noticing how his red eyes don't leave the guy, a silent threat

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?):

his kisses can range, from gentle little pecks on the cheek to him grabbing your jaw and pulling you into a kiss that quite literally steals your breath away.

his favorite spot to kiss, besides your lips, is probably your forehead, right on your hairline

on him, he loves when you kiss his cheek or his shoulder

L = Little ones (How are they around children?):

Remy is quite good with children, having a natural paternal/big brother nature about him. though he can definitely be a bit of a bad influence with roping kids into committing pranks

just like with you, he is very protective of kids, often putting himself between the danger and the students in the school

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?):

mornings are quite lazy with this cajun. he's by no means a morning person, preferring to spend the morning hours curled up in bed with you in his arms and with his kitties.

once up he will make you both breakfast, sitting with you and enjoying the quiet

if you have to get up early for work you will have a very pouty and half asleep Remy following you around while you get ready

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?):

he might be flirt and mischievious devil, but don't let that fool you. his ideal night is spend at home, watching movies with you laying in his lap.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?):

it honestly depends on what it is you want him to be open about. his feelings? no problem. his time before the x-men? oh that's gonna take a long time.

there's a lot of dark things his past that still haunt him today, but eventually he will share them with you, you just have to give him time

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?):

as reckless and impulsive as he is, Remy can be pretty patient, especially when it comes to someone he loves and little kids. you may get a sarcastic comment thrown your way but for the most part he doesn't have a quick temper

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?):

Remy has a good memory, comes with being a thief. with the profession comes the highly developed observation skills, meaning almost nothing goes unnoticed, from the most prominent color in your wardrobe to your favorite movies to how you take your coffee in the morning. he notices all the little things and stores them away for later

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?):

his favorite moment is probably your first date. you both were nervous at first, he definitely hid it better, but after a few minutes you loosened up. he remembers it all, the way you laughed at his cheesy jokes, your eyes crinkling in the corners.

it was the moment he realized he never wanted to go a day without hearing that laugh

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?):

being protective comes as easily to Remy as breathing. if you have any space in his heart he would willingly take a bullet for you

that goes for you 100%. if he had his way, you two wouldn't be out on missions ever but he knows that is unrealistic so he settles for joining you and keeping an eye on you out in the field, making sure to keep a distance so you don't feel crowded or smothered

he doesn't think about if the roles were swapped really but he knows deep down you would do the same for him if needed

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?):

Remy is very adaptable and with that, he easily adapts his affection and effort to your comfort levels.

you like flashy jewelry and pretty dresses? well by gods, he's gonna get you just that ( he will probably steal it let's be honest )

you like smaller and simpler gifts? easy, he already remembers all the little details, so birthdays and anniversaries are filled with small presents like your favorite candles and soaps for bubble baths, waking up to your favorite breakfast in bed, etc.

just don't ask him to go camping

outside of special occasions, he is certainly the partner to randomly get you gifts because he simply saw something that reminded him of you

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?):

smoking is probably the biggest one. i will die on the hill that Gambit is an ex-smoker and quit cold turkey because of his all or nothing mindset

so as a result he picked up some habits like constantly chewing gum, sometimes picking at his skin, etc.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?):

Remy is concerned with his looks a healthy amount, he doesn't spend hours ogling himself in the mirror, but he does like to take care of himself and always look his best even if he is just throwing on one of his crop tops and jeans

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?):

the second you enter his life, he definitely can't see it complete without you. even if you are just friends, he wants you a call or text away and can't imagine a life where that isn't the case

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.):

Remy secretly loves Hallmark Christmas movies, even if he can predict the whole plot five minutes in. he finds them cheesy and a overall goofy time

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?):

classism / hate towards the poor. Remy grew up on the streets of New Orleans until he was 10. despite being adopted into a wealthy guild of thieves, Remy still remembers the life he lived as an orphan which was heightened by his obvious mutation

he won't tolerate any sort of hate towards those going through the same thing and living on the streets cause he knows what that is like. you want to see this man's patience evaporate, just simply spout any President Regan sentiments like "pull yourself up by your bootstraps”

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?):

he can and will sleep anywhere. this dude may not have kids yet but boy does he sleep like a dad, total falling asleep on the couch with his hands behind his head

also with his eye mutation, his eyes are sensitive to sudden changes in light so he sleeps with one of those eye masks on at night

love, elizabeth

[ divider credit : @/strangergraphics | gif credit : @grabyoursaintsandpray ]

[justevelynnnn]

I love this couple so much they might be my favorites now 🤍

🟪🟫🟩🟨

The Mutant kiss

I'm sure that there like 90% possibility that someone already did this, but I didn't saw it

[justevelynnnn]

🤍 Mr. Scott Summers🤍

Summary: You have a crush on your summer school teacher..

Warnings: Age gap(reader is an adult, Scott is like early 30s), teacher student dynamic, a bit suggestive and one use of “bs”

A/N: Sometimes i see these images on pinterest and get really inspired to write something so here we are

You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t help it. Maybe it was the way his button up shirt wasn’t tight tiger but tight enough to see some of his back and art muscles as he wrote on the board. Maybe it was his authoritative way of speaking to you, to others… His smile, laugh and maybeee it was poor attempts at a joke every other class.

But you knew it was over when you could barely pay attention in the small class anymore.

Maybe it was because…

Scott Summers. Mr. Scott. Cyclops.

Was your teacher.

Leader of the literal Xmen.

You were the only one in the class of 6 that didn’t really care for X-men. Yes, you were a mutant yourself..but you weren’t crazy for them. Yet, your parents definitely were, and after you came out as a mutant to them as a teen they swiftly sent you to Xavier’s school to get a better education catered to…. “your kind” as they put it.

As accepting as they were, or seemed at least, it still feels like they sent you away.

You did pretty good with finishing the high school stuff, even graduated a year early. But you still weren’t good at the controlling your powers part. You did excellent academically but when it came time to physical education or just training in general? You were glued to a wall, listening to your music or just bullshitting. Not participating so that you got in trouble and ended up failing. So now, at 20 years old, you’re stuck in one of ridiculous summer school program specifically about your powers.

There were other mutants too, in there for the same issues. Some straight up didn’t care about their powers or trying to learn, like you, and some just couldn’t.

And who better to teach this class than the one and only Scott Summers.

He was strict so you didn’t like him at first, but then he smiled at you one day when you successfully used your powers to solve a problem. And it was a beautiful smile. A genuine one. “I’m proud of you” it said.

Did you like praise? You just felt really weird at first. He’s your teacher for crying out loud! Not to mention you always saw him with that red headed lady. Was he married to her? Dating her?

You felt guilty, but you couldn’t help it. All the staring… To him, he believed he found the solution to making you work harder and finally pay attention more in class but, of course, the real reason was how you were paying more attention to his voice and how he spoke. His voice, strong and confident but also smooth and gentle. He could make the most boring subjects sound like the lost interesting thing in the world. You were paying more attention to him.

You wore certain skirts on purpose like pencil ones or ones that were frilly and thigh high socks just to get his attention. Of course, it was in dress code to not be too obvious but when you caught him glance your way more than once during a test in class when he was supposed to be grading papers….you felt giddy.

Soon you always came to class first and left last just to talk to him.

“Good morning, y/n..how are you?” He’d say sipping from his cup of coffee.

You smiled immediately, heart fluttering as you stared at his perfect smile with those rosy pink lips and perfect teeth. Notably, his hair was a bit messy this morning too…maybe overslept..? And his tie wasn’t even really..”tied” either.

“I’m fine, Mister Scott. Nice tie today..”

You take a seat in the very front as he looked down at his black tie, it was halfway put on. He blushed a bit as he set the cup down to fix it quickly, mumbling a “thank you”.

The interaction was short as the other students started trickling in.

But during actual class you’d raise your hand more often. Even if you didn’t really know the answer, if it was right or not.

“No, that’s not quite right y/n, but good try…” Scott said smiling and chuckling at you. You really couldn’t help how your face would heat up at this every single time.

You started to stare a bit more at the innocent smily faces on your papers when you did good or blushed more at how during training he’d say how you’d improve over time more and more.

One day, you were passing a note in class while Scott’s back was turned. It was simple…it started off being a question to your neighbor on what the answer was, then a bit of back and forth and now you both were on the topic of the teacher himself…

You felt silly, at 20 this was seriously childish, but there was just this rush of being “sneaky” behind his back. Plus, it seems you weren’t the only on swooning for Mr. Summers, though maybe this person was more of a fan girl than actually liking him…

Unfortunately for you though, Scott has good ears and turned to see just when your neighbor got past the note. You both froze as he simply smiled and walked slowly over. The faint smell of cologne with a mix of vanilla and sandalwood filling your nostrils immediately.

“Passing notes, ladies?” He crossed his arms then playfully said, “A bit too old for that now, no?”

Your face heats up quickly. He holds a hand out to your classmate and she hands over the paper. He reads it quickly and to your surprise now he’s blushing…

He clears his throat. “Y/n, …..please see me after class.”

He walks back to his desk and sets the note down gently, then goes back to teaching as if nothing happened at all. The class still snickering a bit at you as you sat nervously.

Your mind wandered in what could happen…would he scold you? Punish you? Confess to you? The latter was more of a wish than anything, but you assume it’ll be ‘slap on the wrist’ lecture.

You finally look up from your hands and your class work on your desk to him. To your surprise, you find the familiar red lenses looking your way. Like he’s staring into your soul. And this time, he didn’t look away…

[justevelynnnn]

you cannot tell me scott isn't a munch. i just know he eats it good 🥰

☀️ anon

He iss! i really believe so.

Especially after missions or a long day all he’d want by the end is to be between your legs for hours. He did not care if it was messy or his jaw got tired or how much you pulled and yanked his hair, though he secretly loved that part.

He’d lick each crevice like he was trying to memorize it. And he loves to use a finger or two and reach that one spot that got you arching like crazy while licking your sensitive clit because sometimes that would make you squirt. And when it did it’d get all over his face and visor which he loved to lick clean with his eyes closed. He’d lick every drip that came out, wipe his lenses on the bed and put his visor back on and go right back to eating you out like it was nothing. It drove you crazy.

He doesn’t care how he gets it. You at the edge of the bed while he’s kneeling in front of you? Yup, now he can jerk off while eating you out simultaneously. You sitting on his face? Now he can blissfully and nearly suffocate under you. From the back? Perfect view…

One time he even did it in the kitchen. It was so risky but it only made him hornier. It was such a rush.

Lips numb, face red, hair messy… it was a pleasant sight to see.

By the time he’s done his face is drenched and smells slightly like …you. It’s so embarrassing if it’s the morning because even when he washes his face there’s still a faint smell and Logan will always pick it up and make some snarky comment.

“Smells like you already had breakfast, Summers…” He’d mumble not even looking up from his cup of coffee. Scott always ignored him but smiled at you, stupidly.

He’s such a munch & he just doesn’t care what anyone says about it, like at all.

[justevelynnnn]

Y’know when I saw the meme version of this panel I was thinking it was Scott but come to find out it’s Remy?😭😭 They look so good tho and I love the comic so far but I feel like I like Rogue better with that huge curly hair

[justevelynnnn]

Y’all won’t believe where i’ve written some of my logan and scott fics 😭😭💀

I read and write in places I shouldn’t…

[justevelynnnn]

Dating Remy Lebeau moodboard 🤍🤞🏾

~ my first moodboard ever so i hope i captured this aesthetic well

[justevelynnnn]

I freaking love this 😭😭🤣🤣🤣

[justevelynnnn]

if i knew how to draw i’d do that “save a horse ride a cowboy” prompt but with scott summers in nothing but a cowboy hat😭😭 i mean ik how to draw and stuff but not anatomy

[justevelynnnn]

He so sweet 🥲❤️

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ kinda like a rom-com! ]❜

ft. scott summers x f! reader — xmen, marvel

╰₊✧ watching a horror movie is the perfect set-up for romance, but unfortunately for the xmen, scott’s a bit of a dumbass┊1.4k words

contains: ooc scott probably, he’s the biggest dumbass ever, i thought this was cute, anyways, fluff, the entire x mansion ships it, descriptions of horror movies, the title & ending probably doesn’t make sense because i don’t actually watch rom-coms but i think it fits because it’s romantic comedy shortened, written before october started

➤ author's note: do people even want scott content?

it’s adorable, really, how a mutant who has faced countless dangers throughout your entire life and bravely battled adversaries head-on was now cowering by his side and covering your eyes with your hands, fingers slightly parted to still allow you to peer at the screen to satiate your curiosity of what would happen next.

“i didn’t think you would be this terrified,” he chuckles.

“i didn’t think we would be watching a horror movie tonight!” you hissed in return. “we usually watch superhero movies, why are we suddenly putting on supernatural stuff when october hasn’t even started yet?”

movie nights were pretty commonplace in the mansion, one of many activities hosted to encourage bonding between the inhabitants just in case being mutants on its own wasn’t enough to do the trick. scott loved these nights, because not only was it a nice break from being a professor who would have just spent this night grading papers, it also let him grow closer to you as you always find yourself in his company one way or another whether it was simply sitting next to each other or happening to hide in the same spot to catch a break from all the screaming children with unpredictable powers. 

little did you know that all of these coincidences were a result of careful planning by your co-workers in hopes that a confession would bring itself closer to the present. from ororo making it rain on the way home to force the two of you to share an umbrella, to jean nudging him during the best times to talk to you after reading your mind and helping him pick out personalized gifts you would love— hell, even logan let him steal two bottles of beers so that he could help comfort you after a bad day (although, it might have just been because he wouldn’t stop begging and shut up until he handed some of his stash over. he brings it up every time they bicker to get a leg up on him).

it seemed everyone aside from you knew about this, like an inside joke you missed out on because even the students had the tendency to giggle when seeing you two interact. the only reason scott hasn’t confessed first was simply due to your obliviousness to your own feelings which would likely end in a rejection. it’s not in vanity where he believes this, but in fact when the redhead telepath informed him that you just hadn’t realized what you felt for him wasn’t platonic. realization was inevitable and bound to hit you like a ton of bricks, and after some squealing from embarrassment in your room, it would only be a matter of time before you sought him out to confess. except, no one has the patience to wait for you to do so organically, hence the constant match-matching that has become so common that they don’t even think before doing so sometimes. everyone plays the part of wingman except for charles who thinks they should wait until you’re ready, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t find it highly amusing. 

it was actually the wolverine who suggested picking out a scary movie for tonight as he claimed it was “one of the best ways to get a girl all over ya.” scott didn’t quite believe him at first because it sounded too much like something straight out of a cheesy teen drama, but he now realizes that he shouldn’t question the two-hundred-year-old guy who has more experience with such things than he could imagine.

you tightly gripped on his bicep, not even realizing that your nails were starting to dig into his skin, staring wide-eyed at the projector image as another character died in a rather gruesome way. really, these movies always overdid the blood and gore, but criticizing it was the last thing on his mind because you were currently holding onto him with a vice and he needed to plot his next move.

his eyes began to wander around the dark room to find nearly everyone focused on the film playing in front of them and a couple of students asleep, turning his head subtly to look around behind his red-lensed glasses until he spotted the white-haired weather manipulator doing the same thing because she was bored out of her mind. (isn’t it funny how some people were so uninterested in the movie that they are falling asleep or counting how many heads are in the room while you’re unable to tear your eyes away despite looking like you’re about to cry? you’re so damn cute.)

she mouthed something to him while tilting her head in your general direction, completely inaudible in order not to attract attention. unfortunately for her, scott was an idiot who didn’t know how to read lips even though everyone around him assumes that he’s blind and most of the time he might as well be. she rolled her eyes in frustration, wrapping her arm around jean’s waist (who was understandably a bit confused at first but then did the same) and highlighting the action with a simple motion of her hand— signaling to him that he should do the same.

it looked like a fucking lightbulb went off in his head or something when he mutter a silent “oh” before following her example and pulling you close, resting your head on the side of his chest as if to soothe your fears. it worked like a charm, you buried your face into him and held on for dear life as you braced yourself for another jumpscare, trying to focus on his hand patting your back instead of trembling like crazy. 

“it’s not even that scary, chill out—”

“no! don’t say that!”

scott stopped mid-statement, trying to figure out what the fuck that was until he realized it was jean’s voice in his head. “how did you even hear me from where you’re sitting?”

she ignored his question, so he wasn’t sure if he was just being too loud or if she was already reading his mind to make sure he didn’t fuck up. “don’t finish that sentence, she’ll think you’re making fun of her for being more sensitive towards these things. the poor thing is petrified, how about you take her up to her room instead? i don’t think she’ll be able to stomach the ending of this movie.”

he hummed and nodded in agreement, remembering that everyone dies at the end, pulling on your arm to grab your attention and whispering, “come on, let’s get you out of here.”

you nodded weakly and swallowed, not letting go of him for even a moment as he escorted you out of the living room and up the stairs. “thanks, i didn’t think that the movie would be that terrifying… and we’re showing that to kids?”

“just the older kids, all the younger ones are already in bed.”

“and i’m about to join them,” you shuddered, opening the door of your dark room and cringing at the sound of the hinges squeaking. you lingered at the doorway before turning to look at scott, “could you come hang out in my room with me for a bit?”

“what, you want me to check for monsters under your bed?” he laughed.

“s-shut up! i’ll just go look for logan then!”

“no-no-no, don’t do that, i’ll go with you! i’m much better company than that old man— we can watch some rom-coms until you fall asleep and forget about that stupid movie.”

“i didn’t know you were a fan of rom-coms,” you said, turning on the lights and looking noticeably less afraid as the shadows disappeared. 

“well, i think my life right now is kinda like a rom-com…” he slipped, admiring how your bed had so many stuffed animals meticulously stacked so that none of them would fall off. your room was just like you— cute.

“really? how?”

“i’ll, uh, tell you eventually… it’s a… whole thing, i don’t feel like getting into it tonight— anyway,” he quickly diverted the conversation, digging through your stack of dvds before picking one out. “i haven’t seen this one yet— ‘someone like you’— i’ve heard good things about it— the male lead kinda looks like logan if he took care of himself.”

he’ll tell you soon when he finally hears your confession, or if he goes crazy before then because he has to spend one more day without being able to call you “his.” whichever comes first.

[justevelynnnn]

Magic🍃

Summary: Scott has a headache so you offer him something w/ “magic” to help

Content: Scott summers x Mutant!Fem Reader

Warnings: mentioning of weed infused brownies and them being consumed & a couple of swears…

A/N: I got this idea from somewhere but I can’t remember where…it was on here actually and I was like omg I have to write this ! Ugh I love him so much….

You and Rogue made “brownies” while everyone was gone earlier. Gambit also tried to help but kept messing up so Rogue kicked him out however, he was invited to try a piece still when they were done. It was you three’s secret even though Xavier himself literally already knew, he just didn’t say anything. As long as you guys were responsible he supposed.

But it was others you worried about. Like Wolverine who probably would huff them up in minutes or Beast who’d lecture you for hours about the negative effects. Or…Scott.

The leader made it clear he was a by the book guy. Neat, serious, a rule follower ….whatever. Point was, he didn’t play games. So recreational usage ? Yeah, no. Nope.

You hide the rest in the oven since no one really cooked in there anyways and went back outside. Rogue and Gambit went off somewhere and you wanted to enjoy some outdoor air while these brownies kick in. You spent alot of time out there especially as a result of your mutation. Your powers allowed you to control all things nature. You could move water at will, control wind (but not as good as storm can), grow plants quickly and more. You loved all things nature related especially things you can use in your day to day life like herbal medicines. Or growing tea leaves to drink or even coffee beans.

You were also really into growing weed.

You knew not to get too high especially when important missions were coming up or when you knew a meeting would take place later on so only during your guaranteed free time did you try anything. Rogue caught you once but was really chill about it so now sometimes she gets high with you. But no one else. It was risky doing it but it really helped calm your nerves. Plus, Logan smoked and drank all day long so was it really that bad?

Once outside though, you see your beloved leader sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. He’s muttering something odd. Concerned, you go over to him. Maybe it’s because off the edible that he seems this way? He’s mumbling gibberish. His energy is off. Really off. You just hope that he can’t see how there’s a tint of red in your eyes.

“Hey…Scott? Youuuu okay?” you ask. You lift a hand to touch him but he suddenly looks up at you a bit, startled like he didn’t hear you approaching, which caused you to bring your hand back quickly.

“M’fine.” He says, almost in a groan. He puts his head back down and asks, “Did you need anything?”

“No..just…checking in you?” You don’t know why it came out as a question.

He says nothing.

It’s awkward for a second or two as you just stand there. It hits you that this may be one of his headache episodes Jean told you about. You felt bad for him. You wanted to stay but you get the feeling he wants you to fuck off.

He just groans again, probably in annoyance that you’re still here. It was very unlike him to act like this. This is the first time you’ve seen him in such a, pained, awkward state.

It hurt even more because he was secretly your..crush? You guess that’s the best way to describe it. It wasn’t crazy. Maybe you just admired him a lot as a strong leader. Maybe it was his good looks…. maybe. You just hoped it was a phase. It didn’t help him and Jean have a complicated relationship thing going on that he seemed more attentive to rather than looking for someone new to replace her.

You get an idea. It may be crazy but you didn’t know what else to do. Plus, you were a bit high so your decision making was a bit wonky. You rush inside the mansion and b line to the oven. You grab half a brownie and a bottle of water from the fridge. As you walk back outside you see Scott’s hands caught in his hair. It definitely seems like he’s getting worse. You hoped he accept this and not scold you and kick you off the freaking team or something.

“Hey…um, I brought you something…” You say, sitting next to him.

He lifts his head again and looks in your hands. “Water and….a brownie…?”

He says it low, like he almost was thinking out loud. He’s clearly confused.

“It..um..it has something in it that I think will help you…”

His hands are in his lap now and he’s just staring at you. His gaze feels strong for some reason even though he has the visor on.

He looks back in your hand and gently takes the brownie from you. You watch him slowly take a bite of the brownie, almost like he’s skeptical.. or maybe he is.

“It’s good, but how will this help?” Scott looks back at the ground as he finished the brownie. You almost feel guilty. You play with the bottle in your hand nervously as you think on whether you want to tell him or not. You’re scared of the possibility of him lashing out that you just secretly fed him cannabis.

It’s a couple of seconds before you answer. “They’re justtt, special.”

“Special how?”

“There’s something inside that will help you relax….”

Silence.

“….But, how?”

The question come out a bit sharp, you assume he wants a straight answer but also wonder how he can’t get the hint or has no idea seemingly. You can’t blame him though, why would he suspect a team member to be in possession of weed?

You sigh as you prepare for the worst.

“They have… weed inside.”

Scott slowly turns his head at you. He’s smiling weird. You accidentally clench the water bottle and out the corner of your eye you see some plants move around you two.

“…..What.”

You just stare nervously at his blank smile. You can’t ever really read him or his expressions sometimes but he’s definitely annoyed. Probably mad. Hopefully not furious. Definitely not happy.

It spills out of you. “I’m…I’m so sorry! I just wanted to help you and I know you hate weed and drugs and all that stuff but you looked like you were in so much pain and I just wanted to help and I know I might get kicked off the team but-”

“Hey.”

You stop. You feel a tear slipping from your eye.

“It’s okay.”

Your mouth drops. “W-what?”

“It’s fine. It’s not posion.”

You’re still frozen as Scott grabs the bottle. He’s…okay? Maybe you had too much of the brownies earlier….

“You’re…okay..? But, you hate weed! You said you-”

“I know.” He takes a weirdly large gulp of water. “But you had good intentions. So it’s fine.”

You’re still in shock from his nonchalance. Maybe he’s gonna yell later. Maybe he didn’t really understand that you just gave him a drug that he’s made so clear in the past that he hates.

He finished the water bottle quickly and just lazily throws it behind him. Okay, this may not be Scott. This might be Mystique. Or you’re hallucinating.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Or even, Scott…?”

He laughs at this but quickly winces. “Yes, I’m Scott. It’s just my head is making it hard to care about much right now.”

“Soooo, I’m not in trouble?”

“Professor knows about your sneaky behaviors already, y/n. Did you forget he can read minds? See through walls?” Shit.

You look down sighing. “Nothing gets past him. Seriously.”

“Nope.” Scott leans back on his hands. “But since he’s okay with it, so am I. Plus, Rogue told me last week.”

“Ughhhhh!” Embarrassed you put your head in your hands. Or course, Xavier & Scott knew. How could you be so dumb?

“So, when do these kick in? Sure could use it right now….” Scott looks at you smiling again. He’s amused at your embarrassment.

“It takes awhile…maybe another 40 minutes…?” You say looking away. You can’t look him in the eyes or, well, eye right now.

He laughs again. He believes it’s a placebo that’s making it seem like his headache is fading already because normally he wouldn’t be able to even move right now.

“Y’know…you’re kinda cute flustered..”

He says it so quiet you almost don’t hear it. Shocked you look back at him.

“What? Cute?”

He just nods and goes back to looking ahead at the garden in front of you two. Still shocked you just stare at him for a bit and then look at your feet. Your heart is beating quicker now and okay, why is your face heating up? You’re starting to think this is more than just a crush at this point. Not when everything he does make you feel like this.

You two sit and enjoy the sunset in silence as Scott noticeably relaxes more and more. It was only about 3mg so he shouldn’t be too affected. Just enough. He’s slouched on the bench now, it’s honestly a very rare sight to see him slouched…well, anywhere. He’s smiling at nothing again. You look at him as you literally watch him enjoy his first high. His red visor of course hides his eyes but you imagine they’re red now like yours. Deep down you’re just glad you could help him and his pain ease. And you’re a lot happy that you’re not getting expelled from the school.

Flowers grow at your feet as you just stare at him, heart fluttering. The soft warm light shined on his blissed out face, making him glow beautifully. You notice his relaxed strong arms and his soft pink lips and now tinted pink cheeks. He turns his head slowly to you like earlier except more relaxed. His dorky smile in full view now makes your heart skip a beat and you face heats up more. The flowers grow taller and there’s a slight breeze.

“Y’knowwww? You’re reallyyyy pretty…and kind….i like you, y/n…” He says it slow with that same smile.

You struggle to respond with anything more than, “Thanks, Scott…” because oh my god?!? Holy shit?? Scott Summers just said he thinks you’re pretty. This evening couldn’t get anymore magical.

You spent the rest of the evening watching the sunset with him as he laid a head on your shoulder. High Scott was quiet but definitely more laid back and more open. You enjoyed it a lot. And when it got fully dark you helped guide him back inside just to sit on the couch and enjoy each others company once more.