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this blog is a safe space for black women ❤️

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Nightcrawler, by Adam Hughes.

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sudden love.

night crawler x afab!reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Lots of smut in the second half of this…, PiV, oral s//x, reader is written as a female as well as being chubbier, slightly mentions of reader being insecure, mention of reader being tipsy, a bit of profanity at the end

Summary: Here’s what happens when you start working for the x-men as an intern and you run into a blue demon man 💙

Note: Sorry it’s been a million years since i posted but i just got lazy🙁😕😕😕 anyways live, laugh, nightcrawler

You wondered how you got here.

In bed, with the one and only Kurt Wagner. A man who was so focused on being holy and pure…under you, fully naked and eagerly whining. His golden eyes bore into yours as you bounced on him. His tail wrapped around your waist tight. Fingers on each side squishing your thighs…

It might’ve started when you started working for the X-men as an intern. Of course, you first had to pledge to neverrrr share any big secrets you learned or plans shared during meetings. Then you got settled. You had a little office next to Jean Grays’s. Your job was the usual boring intern stuff…following scott around and organizing files and pouring coffee. By week 4, you actually memorized all the x-men’s coffee orders.

Jean Gray liked lattes with a bit of extra sugar. Scott Summers and Logan liked theirs dark. Gross. Morph’s fluctuated, sometimes they wanted a mocha sometimes also dark. Beast liked his coffee extra sugary…

At the end of the day, you didn’t want to necessarily be an X-man. You really just needed some type of job that would except mutants. But they all had a lot of knowledge to share, and you never turned down an opportunity to listen and gain some wisdom.

It wasn’t until you were in charge of setting the danger room schedule when you met him. Did he catch you off guard bamfing behind you? Maybe. Did you feel horrible after especially seeing his tail droop? Yup.

You quickly scrambled to apologize.

“I’m so sorry! You just caught me off guard..!” You say watching him shake his head.

“Oh, it’s fine. I get it a lot. I’m blue..covered in fur…bright yellow eyes…” He says in a nonchalant tone looking at the ground. He also had this strong german accent. He also was possible being sarcastic…

And before you could apologize again he interrupted by introducing himself. His name was Kurt Wagner, or Nightcrawler. Fitting…

You’ve seen him around but mainly in the danger room flipping and bamfing around. He was also ridiculously flexible and you think he has a yoga class? He’s also said to be very devoted to his faith. You then noticed his shiny cross necklace and his golden rosary.

You told him your name and he mentioned seeing you around himself. A sweet little compliment was sprinkled in you guys small talk and then he was gone quicker than he showed up. Though, you still felt bad for your initial reaction to him later that day.

The next time you saw him was a week later in the evening. You just were sitting there reading a book, decompressing after a long day of organizing papers and sending emails, when suddenly BAMF! and now here is Nightcrawler startling you yet again.

“GEEZ!” You shout but not really at him, also dropping your book.

“Am I really that ugly?” Kurt jokes pouting a bit as he perched on the coffee table he landed on.

“No! Just you-“

“Ohhh, it’s fine..i get it..”

He’s clearly joking with you again so you laugh bit. You thank him as he hands you your book and sits next to you. You quietly take in small details of him like his pointed ears or his tail or even the slight indication of pupils in his eyes as he looked at you.

Insert more small talk here and then he’s gone again.

You figured he either really was curious about you or was bored. The idea of him having some crush never crossed your mind. But this was the Nightcrawler we’re talking about! He could have any girl, mutant or human, so why choose an intern? Especially one like you with your thick thighs and plump stomach.

But as time went on, he started to find you daily. He found any reason to speak to you and anything to talk about. Inviting you on evening strolls or even his bible studies which he didn’t mind if you went or not. He taught you how to cook german dishes once and you showed him your favorite hiding spot in the mansion.

It really felt like a spark started. He really grew on you. He was funny, sweet, warm…

His compliments became more frequent too, each one making you blush even more.

Soft touches here and there..

Hugs that lasted longer than the ones before…

Prolonged eye contact…

Then months later the topic of relationships came up. It was embarrassing to admit but you told him you never had one… yet you were a bit shocked to learn he’s had a few back in his day.

“But you’re…?”

“Catholic. I know.”

“And you even..?”

He nods but then smirks. “I was a tad libidinous before…now i just want to…settle. Perhaps even find my soulmate.”

You blush as he stares into your soul on the soulmate part. Could he be referring to..you?

Your time as an intern was wrapping up but everyone loved you so much you just decided to stay. So, you went full time which means more time for you and Kurt to bond. You wondered what they could all mean… his stolen glances and the way he touched you sometimes…

“He likes you.”

“What?!” You say turning around, wide eyed at Jean one evening. Kurt had just bamfed away, but was she standing there the whole time???

“I said, he likes you…a lot.” She smirks. “I know how he gets when he’s in love y’know..i’ve known him for a while.”

“..Love?” You say quietly.

“You’re different too. He’s nervous to say anything.” She slowly comes up next to you and smiles. “But, i can tell you like him a lot too…”

You just blush. Was it really that obvious the whole time?

Could it really be true?

Then, one evening after watching the sunset on the roof and a deep conversation later you two were sharing a bottle of wine. In his words, “It’s fine to indulge in sin sometimes, no?” Probably joking again…

He was big on his faith, for sure. He says it saved him and you could tell. His devotion was admirable.

After the first glass, you already really opened up. Still in your work clothes, but feeling more confident and loose. And by the second, you were a giggling mess. Anything Kurt said either made you blush or laugh. You never felt so alive or comfortable in your skin.

“I wish this could last forever, y’know? This moment…” You sigh as the sun sets. It’s getting darker, the moon getting brighter..stars shining.

“Ja…this was a pretty one. This sunset. ” He agrees with you and scooted closer. “But not as pretty as you, dear.”

“You’re a charmer Kurt…but I dunno…sometimes I wonder why you chose me to spend all your free time with. Like, me specifically. It’s not like I’m one of your gorgeous fan girls..” You play with the hem of your button down vest, it’s untucked now a sign of you being more comfortable.

Kurt doesn’t say anything for a bit. It makes you nervous. So nervous you accidentally pulled a few threads from your vest. You weren’t looking for pity, no. You were genuinely curious. He’s famous, well known. In great shape. Strong morals… It just really bewildered you.

Were you insecure…? Maybe just a bit..who isn’t? You try everyday to be more confident. You were working for the x-men for crying out loud! It was a big deal. But sometimes, you wished you were a bit..different. Slimmer, more graceful even.

“Y/n….” He said finally. It was a soft tone, softer than usual. Gentle…

You don’t say anything but you just look into his eyes.

“I’ve never felt so strongly for a woman before..for anyone before. You truly don’t realize how beautiful you are. Inside and out. There is something magnetic about you that draws me to you…” He takes your hand and kisses it. Your heart explodes. No one has ever talked you like this before.

“Kurt…”

“I’ve been thinking about asking for a while…getting to know you for these past several months has been memorable. I feel we’re forming a strong connection. One that can last is years…y/n, would I…be wrong to ask you to be mine?”

Everything happened so quickly next.

You drunkenly kissed him after he asked you that. In your head that was an answer. You immediately regretted it, feeling you stepped out of line but before you could apologize he kissed you right back. And passionately. Like it’s all he’s ever wanted to do. It was getting dark now and bit chilly honestly but the heat of his body against yours kept you warm enough.

Then instead of a hard roof, you were suddenly on a softer surface. A bed.

Kurt’s bed. In Kurt’s room.

“Is it okay?” He asked panting as he pulled back and saw you realize what had happened. “Being here..I mean..”

“Are we gonna…?” You say also panting.

“Do you want to?”

You think for a moment. Were you really going to lose your virginity to an Xman?

He already has a condom in hand by the time you nod. He pulls off his shirt exposing his furry toned torso. He softly kisses you again and you hum. You wondered if it was the alcohol or the way his hands felt on your body was making you feel so good. You allowed him to slowly take off your clothes. Piece by piece.

He was gentle with removing everything, but carelessly threw them on the ground behind him once it was off.

He stopped admired you once you were fully undressed. It made you want to hide behind your hands. The pure look of lust he had in his eyes…eyes that glistened at this point.

He traced a finger along your curves and folds, stopping to kiss some parts. You never felt this way before. It was like he was worshiping you.

He knew you were inexperienced so he took his time. When he was between your legs getting you ready he was ever so tender. He fingered you ever so slowly. Whispering praises as you took his finger because with him one was honestly enough. Then his head was between your thighs as he licked your folds delicately as well, savoring each swipe of his tongue. He had a way of making your legs shake, your back bend and you to sing his name.

When he felt you were ready for him he ever so teasingly slow rolled the condom on and inched slowly inside of you. Of course he made sure you were ready before he started to enter you. It did hurt a bit at first, like an intense stretch with some pressure. It definitely took a while especially given..his size.

But he was patient, and gentle and understanding.

Then he started thrusting. And thrusting. And groaning and moaning and gripping and kissing. The whole bed moved as the two of you moved. He thrusted slowly but deeply, pulling out completely and thrusting his whole length back inside you.

At some point your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. You swore you saw heaven as he hit a spot on the inside.

Every part of you burned hot with pleasure. You barely registered your own orgasm several minutes later and he licked a spot he bit on your neck moments before. He didn’t finish long after, plopping next to you panting. His tail laid across you on purpose. He then smiled goofily at you like he didn’t just have you under him seeing star’s minutes ago.

Your skin was sticky and your legs ached.

But you weren’t done.

You flipped him over and climbed on top of him. He was stunned, but let you as he was once again mesmerized by your nude body. He was a sucker for breasts.

You felt dominant as you straddles him with your thick thighs, positioned him with your entrance and slowly sunk down. Again, it was a stretch at first. Kurt was definitely blessed in the manhood department, but this was a position you knew about from before and you knew it was for more experienced people. Yet, it could’ve been the liquid courage too.

As you started to move, Kurt unraveled. That confident horny man from an hour ago? The one who had you nearly cumming in his mouth from slow flicks with his tongue? Or, hell, a single wink after some dirty joke?

Well, now he’s ready to bust himself from any simple moment you make. His hands rest in the sides of your hips as he helped you but you still did most of the work. Now slightly bouncing more and quicker after growing more confident.

This is who you thought Kurt to be. It’s nice to see this shy and submissive version of him. He tilted his head back as you wiggle against his pelvis. You can see his Adam’s apple bob as he held back.

It was mesmerizing to watch him come undone too. The way his mouth was parted, intoxicating noises escaping him. The way his dark hair stuck to his damp fur on his forehead. The way his cheeks darkened ever so slightly from being dominated…

It wasn’t long before he came again. His moans louder this time. Even drawing out your name.

You laid on top of him, knees even more achey than before, heart pumping so hard you swore he could feel it or even hear it.

You two stayed like that for a while. This time done for real. Both exhausted but utterly satisfied.

Kurt eventually helped clean up. He wiped you gently with a damp towel and gave you an oversized shirt to wear to cover up. Even getting you water after you used his bathroom.

“That was…hm..” Kurt said quietly laying next to you once everything was cleaned.

“It was fucking incredible.” You responded quietly. Inside you kept asking yourself…how did this happen?

“..Ja…” He sighs. “Wanna make this a weekly event?”

And after this? How could one not not agree?

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bro i can’t stop thinking about this woman. i wish she had more screen-time so badddd😭😭😭 why is she so hot like this has been all day😭 one chance pleasseeeeee maddie

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kinda missing my wolverine/hugh jackman phase..

that era kinda ate too, i have posts with hundreds of likes some even a thousand😟😟

but anyways, i got a new post coming soon probably in a week or two (it’s nightcrawler😏)

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ouuu he’s just so 💙💙💙💙💙😖

i can post this here right?

it’s just ass yk

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a/n: for my valentine's series! oh how i love you scott summers

has it ever occurred to you that we've spent more valentine's days with each other than with people we've actually been dating?

you turn, startled by the voice coming from behind you. but your nerves ease when you realize it's just scott.

"are you professing your undying love for me, summers?" you joke, trying to avoid the pit in your stomach. before he'd joined you outside the xavier institute, you'd been deep in thought about your life—how it's been years and you haven't even had the idea of a lover in all this time.

"no." he says, joining you at the railing. he leans against it, crossing his legs. "it was just an observation."

"well, i noticed it too. i've spent one too many valentine's days holed up in here."

"so you decided to come outside? i don't think that counts as putting yourself out there."

his joke makes you chuckle, even though he's right. there's a comfortable quiet as scott looks up at the stars with you. in all the time you've known scott, it seemed that the closer the two of you got, the less you actually had to say. it's like he—not telepathic in the slightest—can read your mind.

"i did always think you were very pretty," he mutters.

"what?" you ask, whipping your head to face him. the look in your eyes nearly burning him through his visor. "what are you saying?"

"i'm saying you should get out more. surely, you'll find someone. it's not hard to love you," scott says, like it's not an admission.

"scott, what?" this is far from anything you were expecting when you'd woke up this morning. "what are you talking about?"

"i'm just saying," he adds, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"saying what? because you're leading me to believe that—"

"what, that i have feelings for you? that what i'm saying comes from the heart? it does. i do."

"scott, stop."

"stop why? you can't tell me you don't feel the same. i know you feel it," he reasons. and it kills you, because he's right. "come on, it's valentine's day."

"we cannot talk about this now. not tonight."

"that's okay. i'll wait." scott looks back to the sky, and he almost seems content. you're not telepathic either, but you may as well be, because you realize that scott's just happy you didn't deny it. you do have feelings for him. no matter how much he knew that before, hearing you say it... "i'll wait."

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Meee 😛😛

Scorpio moon aesthetic mood board🌜🌛

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being kurt wagners girlfriend would include...

💙 Kurt is incredibly affectionate, expect him to teleport right behind you just to steal a quick kiss or whisper something sweet in your ear before vanishing again.

💙 His tail wraps around you instinctively when you cuddle. He purrs softly when he's especially comfortable, which is both adorable and soothing.

💙 You never have to worry about being late or walking long distances, Kurt is always happy to teleport you wherever you need to go. (Though, fair warning, bamfing can leave you feeling a little dizzy at first!)

💙 Since Kurt sometimes struggles with nightmares about his past, he loves having deep, late-night conversations while holding you close. He finds your presence comforting.

💙 He has a mischievous streak and loves playing harmless pranks, like teleporting your coffee just out of reach or suddenly appearing in the mirror behind you just to hear you yelp.

💙 The other X-Men adore you because Kurt is noticeably happier whenever you’re around. Wolverine might tease you both, but deep down, he’s glad Kurt has you.

💙 He’s old-fashioned in the best way, opening doors, bowing playfully, and calling you "mein herz" (my heart) or "liebling" (darling).

💙 If you ever feel down, he’ll cheer you up by showing off acrobatic stunts or letting you swing from his tail like an aerial performer.

💙 His tail has a mind of its own. it wraps around you absentmindedly when you’re together, tugs at your sleeve when he wants attention, or even playfully flicks at people who annoy him.

made by @rvager

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Here’s a super short Drabble I wrote at midnight 😩💙 I’ve been going through a crazy night crawler phase but ig im back now and no longer sex repulsed

⚠️warnings: just smut 😭

You moved with him as he thrusted into you, face pressed into his pillow as you inhale his scent. His hand pushes your lower back causing you to arch even more. It’s overwhelming.

You hear him say some pure, filthy sinful things and also some random German things as he gripped a side of your hip and increased his speed. Between that and the slick sounds his dick made going in and out of you, you were getting incredibly close. It was a perfect mix of roughness but also that usual gentleness Kurt has.

He’d rub your thigh and whisper sweet nothings. This was you guys 3rd round, and you lost count how many positions this man put you in. Though he’d never say it, this was his favorite position or at least on of them. He just loved your ass as sinful as it was. The way it moved as his hips met it…music to his ears. And the noises you made in this particular position? Drove him mad.

It was worth the sacrifice of not seeing your face as you neared closer and closer to an orgasm.

He’d slow and speed up. Tease and then fully go inside. He’d use his tail to wrap around and tease your clit.

Everything he did made you feel so good, you couldn’t help coming so quickly especially in this position. And as you shook and shivered, he’s still going until you really tap out

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i want to bite gambits thighs

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🤍🤍🤍😭

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Guys, I’m going through a weird phase of being sex repulsed again😭 so like after seeing Deadpool 3 I became this whole different version of myself and all I wanted to read and think abt wolverine smut but lately i don’t know man. I just can’t. It’s not the same. I look back and I’m just like, who is this girl? I know some of my best hits on here were smut but right now I just can’t seem to like it… So I might take a break from smut writing for awhile.

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Omg😳😳😳🫣❤️❤️

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x f!reader

Warning: unprotected p in v sex, mating press, slight breeding kink, pussy drunk Kurt, mild possessiveness, pwp

Word count: ~1.3k

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes and the springs of your poor mattress creaked beneath your back each time the joint weight of your bodies sunk down into the rumpled sheets. The salacious mewls of your own voice rang in your ear together with slurring words in a language you did not understand rumbling against your skin in between his near animalistic grunts.

"Kurt— hmph! Oh, oh, right there—"

When you think about taking intimacy with Kurt to the next stage, you had guessed mutually respectful making out, second base at a god-respecting distance, and maybe some biblical approved (post-marital) missionary at its furthest.

Whatever expectation you had in mind, it was not this.

He was not the most muscular mutant on the team by far, but even his lean muscles could keep you trapped under him with his entire weight flushed against yours. Your vision fogged over each time his cock hilted in you, slamming hard and deep at a merciless pace. The stiff tip of his length rubbed against your sensitive walls and his grip on your thigh deepened every time you squeezed around him as if you were still begging for more.

Being with Kurt was a dream come true. He was charming, chivalrous, well-mannered without being dull. Even his touch on your skin when you pulled him into your room and locked the door behind you was gentle, his glowing eyes on you constantly as his hand inched higher and higher into your shirt like he was ready to back away the moment you showed any hint of regret. But you were determined to show him how badly you wanted him after waiting for so long. His back stiffened when the tip of his finger reached the underside of your chest and you arched your back into his touch, gripping him by the wrist and slipping his hand under your bra.

His groping became more certain at your clear indication of eagerness before clothes were scattered on the floor while you stumbled your way to the bed, the soft kisses and kitten licks turning into kiss marks at the side of your neck and canines dragging along your skin. You gasped when he finally entered you, your arousal running down your quivering legs when he bottomed out of you the first time, his head throwing back as a silent sigh left his lips.

You were warm around him and you made the most delectable sounds every time he pushed into you that he couldn't help but crave more, more, more.

Your legs hooking around his waist was not enough, he needed to be closer to you, needed to be deeper in you. Your pussy fluttered around the sudden emptiness when he pulled out of you, the swollen tip of his erection dripping in pre. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips when your handsome lover fisted his cock, spreading the white bead all over your lower lips as he dragged his length along your needy sex.

He took you by surprise when his hand first found the underside of your thigh, pushing it up until your knee could almost touch your chest.

Your hand went to grip the sheets when he buried his entire length in you without warning, his pelvis now snug against the backside of your hips as he kept your leg in place. You tried to dig your nails into the bed for leverage as his pace picked up but he was faster, his free hand shooting up to intertwine with your fingers in a firm grasp before pinning it above your head.

Arching uncontrollably at this new angle he was fucking you in, the shocking waves of pleasure were too much to withhold. Your body grew hotter and hotter by the second and you tried to push yourself away from the mind-numbing sensation. But drunk in the ecstasy of your proximity and his primal instinct kicking in, his tail found your ankle before his mind even knew it when you dug your heel trying to scramble away. You couldn't help but whimper at the dominance of the act, the near possessive coil around your ankle making you feel as if you were in heat, craving to be filled and claimed by the only one who could make you feel so good.

His lips found yours hungrily as he leaned his weight against you, swallowing the sinful moan that ripped from the back of your throat when he hit the spongey spot deep inside you. Both of your legs bent and pressed against your body in the perfect position for him to ram into you, his hand squeezing yours each time he thrust.

"Schatz, mein schatz," wet, hot breath trailed at the side of your exposed neck as you made out the little you could understand from the drunken syllables strung together by his lust, "so beautiful, and all mine—"

His name rolled off your tongue like a mantra, your only hand that he had not pinned down clinging desperately to his shoulder for leverage.

A possessive tick that would have scared him had he been in a clear state of mine overtook his reason and as you stared at him all lust-filled and glossy-eyed, a sudden anger rose at the pit of his stomach as his core tightened. Fresh marks were forming on your skin and it was certain that evidence of his passion would adorn your skin all over from how hard he was holding onto you.

But it did not seem to be enough.

The idea, no matter how faint and impossible it was, that someone else could have what was his and his alone made his blood boil.

"Gonna fill you up, liebling," you could only nod weakly in response with how good he was fucking you, his grunts snarly in your ear and dripping in want, "fill you up nice and full so you could feel it for days."

"Yes, yes please," his words were lost on you but god, would you say yes to anything he said as long as he kept doing what he was doing, "I'm yours, all yours!"

He moaned loudly at the thought, such a pretty noise coming from his lips as his cock ravished your abused hole. Bodies melt into one under the joint heat radiating off your skin, the soft fuzz of his fur sending tingles along your skin each time his body surged against yours.

Toe-curling rushes of euphoria washed over your body as he stilled inside of you, your walls clenching and spasming around him as you rode out your orgasm. Warmth flushed your senses as he came inside of you, hot desire pumping deep inside you like he promised. You returned gladly when he leaned down to kiss you while the last of his seed painted your insides. "I love you, I love you I love you I love you..." his voice cracking at the end of each word in a sudden moment of vulnerability, almost like he was on the verge of tears from the emotion and sensation filled high.

Kurt's body crashed into yours and his grip on you loosened as he opted to hold you against his chest inside. Burying your face into the crook of his neck, his scent soothing you as your bodies stayed connected. Still sensitive, you sighed weakly in contentment when he grew limp inside of you, his release threatening to leak out of you as your walls fluttered.

"I love you."

You heard his loving declaration from the back of his chest, his voice soft as his breathing slowly steadied.

You smiled, closing your eyes so that all you could feel was him, "I love you too."

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Hi, sorry to disturb you. I don't know if you take requests, but if you do. Can you do a part 2 to Mr. Scott Summers plz. Hope you're having a good day or night and happy holidays

🤍 Thank you for asking, and you’re not disturbing! I actually like getting requests because my ideas run thin a lot of the time…

🤍 Mr. Scott Summers pt. 2 🤍

Summary: You’re confronted about the note you passed in class…

Warnings: A bit suggestive in the middle but that’s all

A/N: This is a bit short because i don’t really know where to go with this story. Sorry 😭 There’s a direction I wanna take that I’m a bit nervous about, but if a third part is requested I might do it. I also wrote this in one sitting.

Part one here 🤍

When the class ended, you stayed behind like you were told. No running now. The girl you passed the note to got a quick talking to at the door by Mr. Scott. Then after she left, it was just you and him.

He cleared his throat again and motioned you to come to his desk with the “come hither” motion. You blushed wildly at this, it was ridiculous how easy it was for him to get your heart to flutter and your stomach to backflip.

You slowly approach his desk preparing for the worst. It’s probably going to be detention for a month. Maybe even a lecture about how inappropriate you were being with the note and how he’s trying to work on things with Mrs. Summers, also who you knew as the one and only Jean Gray. Maybe she was listening or watching the whole time somehow through your teacher using her telepathy? Damn, you felt so screwed right now.

“Ms. Y/n…”

His soft but strong voice causes you to look up. Your eyes met the red lenses of his glasses and though you couldn’t see his eyes, you felt his gaze. You almost felt… small.

He grabs the note and stares at it again, possibly rereading it. Then he adjusts his glasses and you swore you could see his face redden a bit.

“Can you….explain this? This note…” Scott asked.

You look at your feet now blushing. He’s just so close and his cologne, now more faint, filled your nostrils.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Summers…”, You began.

“Sorry, for what?”

Surprised, at his curious tone, like he was confused, you look up again. “For….what I wrote in the note? About you?”

“Right, about how you want to…what did you say..? “Kiss my delicious, full, rosy lips?” Hm?” He recalled and then smirked.

You freeze hearing him recite what you wrote. That smirk made it no better. You couldn’t respond because your brain literally short circuited. It’s sounds so much more lewd out loud…

“Or, what about how, “Mr. Summers ass looks so good in those khakis.” ??”.

You respond quietly still avoiding eye contact, “Um…yes..all of that..”

“I’m flattered.” He chuckled now crossing his arms…those strong, strong arms. You’re so busy admiring his forearms that you barely register his words.

Wait, did this man seriously say he’s flattered??

He laughs again to himself, unconsciously licking those full lips of his, and says really more to himself, “Jean’ll find this hilarious..”

“She’s not in your head right now…? Already?” You ask nervously.

You and some others were well aware of their telepathic connection. How, sometimes, Mr. Summers quietly talks to Jean out loud as if she’s in the room when she’s really in his head.

“No…not now at least…” Scott looks away. “We’ve been having issues.”

It was enough to stop you from pushing further, though you were still very curious what he meant. Issues… does she want nothing to do with him? Are they dine being in a relationship? You wondered about all the possibilities why Jean couldn’t stand to be in his head right now, even to just check in.

“Oh, sorry to hear that Mr. Summers…” You say quietly. You felt that was the best response.

A moment passes and he takes a breath. You’re now focused on the clock ticking on the wall and the veins in his hands, the ring on his finger and his slightly tight button down once more.

“Y/N…. You know this can’t happen again right?” Scott says quietly. There’s a serious tone to it.

You just nod and bite you lip, nervously playing with the hem of your mid-thigh length plaid skirt. Unbeknownst to you, Scott watches this.

“But, Mr. Scott..you said you were flattered..?” You give him a playful coy smile as you watch his cheeks reddening once more.

Scott couldn’t lie and say he hasn’t been feeling a certain type of way himself…it was so wrong especially with the power dynamic and how he’s been trying to make it up to Jean nowadays. Prove he’s better. But the way your innocence shines through from time to time… or how your skirts always complimented your figure. Hell, he hasn’t felt this way since Emma…

He frowns. “Um…well…it’s still a bit unprofessional…I am your teacher you know.”

You nod again.

“So, no more notes.. alright?”

“Yes..I’m sorry..”, You apologized but still with a slight smile on your face.

He lets you off with that warning only and throws away the note. You’re almost relieved of it despite still being a bit embarrassed about the whole situation.

After that day, you were more careful. You texted instead of note passing and only when Scott’s back was turned. You still would fantasize about him and his features and attributes. You’d watch the news whenever the Xmen were being interviewed or shown fighting, only caring to see Cyclops in action. He was just so fine. The way he spoke when interviewers would come to the mansion demanding answers yet again swooned you. He was so intelligent and mature. A leader.

You wish you knew how to make it stop. He was right, he’s your teacher. You felt guilty about thinking about him after the note incident. It’s just wrong.

But, if it’s so wrong why does it feel so good?