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urdreamydoodles · 2 months ago

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X-Men x Fem!Reader (Part.2)

You leave them speechless with your bikini (Part.2)

You arrives at a private X-Men beach in a stunning bikini, instantly capturing the attention of your crush who struggle to maintain their composure

Characters: Rogue, Emma Frost, Mystique, Kitty Pryde, Laura Kinney, Sunspot, Alex Summers, Cable, Wade Wislon & Jubilee

Rogue (Anna Marie)

The sun was shining, the waves crashing gently against the shore, and the air was filled with laughter. Rogue had been lounging on her towel, enjoying the rare peaceful moment when she caught sight of you emerging from the changing room in your bikini. The sight made her freeze, her book forgotten in her hands as she took in the way you moved so effortlessly across the sand.

Rogue bit her lip, her usually cool and confident demeanor faltering as she watched you. You had always been stunning to her, but something about the way the sunlight hit your skin today was almost too much for her to handle. Her heart raced in her chest, and she could feel the familiar tug of desire, a feeling she had tried to suppress ever since you two had grown closer.

She glanced around, trying to see if anyone else had noticed, but it seemed everyone was too wrapped up in their own activities. Well, everyone except Gambit. Rogue groaned inwardly as she saw him giving her a knowing smirk from across the beach, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Chère, you look like you’ve seen a ghost," Gambit teased, walking up to her and throwing an arm around her shoulders. "Or maybe it’s somethin’ else?"

Rogue’s cheeks flushed, and she shoved him away playfully, but her eyes never left you. "Shut up, Remy," she muttered, though there was no bite in her words. She was too focused on the way you were moving toward the water, your laughter filling the air.

Gambit chuckled, but didn’t push further, knowing when to back off. Rogue, on the other hand, found herself torn between keeping her distance as she always had or finally taking the plunge. The tension between you two had been building for what felt like forever, and seeing you like this only made it harder for her to keep her feelings under wraps.

With a deep breath, Rogue stood up, brushing the sand off her legs. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to cross that line yet, but she knew she couldn’t ignore it forever. Maybe it was time to stop running from what she felt.

Emma Frost

Emma Frost wasn’t one to be easily caught off guard. She had a reputation for being composed, always in control, always one step ahead. But when you stepped out onto the beach in your bikini, even Emma couldn’t help the subtle widening of her eyes.

Her usual icy demeanor melted, just a bit, as she watched you stroll across the sand. You were radiant, the sun catching the highlights in your hair, the way the water shimmered around your ankles as you walked along the shoreline. Emma's heart, usually locked behind an unbreakable wall, gave a small, unexpected flutter.

Of course, she’d never let anyone else see that. She masked her reaction immediately, schooling her features into their usual cool expression, though her eyes betrayed the heat she felt bubbling under the surface. She adjusted her sunglasses, trying to appear unbothered, but the way her gaze followed you made it clear she was anything but.

"Quite the distraction, isn’t she?" A voice cut through her thoughts. Scott Summers stood beside her, a smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced between you and Emma.

Emma’s lips quirked into a slight smile, but she didn’t bother with her usual sharp retort. She knew Scott could see right through her, and in that moment, she didn’t mind. "More than you could ever know," she said softly, her eyes never leaving you.

Scott chuckled, giving her a knowing look before walking off, leaving Emma alone with her thoughts. She watched as you waded into the water, completely oblivious to the effect you were having on her. Emma could feel the tension between the two of you growing, a palpable thing that neither of you had addressed yet, but it was becoming harder and harder to ignore.

For once, Emma allowed herself to indulge in the moment. She stood, brushing off the sand from her pristine white swimsuit, and made her way toward the water where you were. She wasn’t one to chase after anyone, but for you, she might just make an exception.

Raven Darkhölme (Mystique)

Mystique had always been a master of control. She was used to manipulating situations, changing forms, and bending others to her will. But when it came to you, her grip on that control slipped ever so slightly. She didn’t like it. Not one bit.

Yet, as she watched you step out onto the beach in your bikini, that familiar tightness in her chest returned. You were breathtaking, and she hated that you had this effect on her. She hated how vulnerable it made her feel, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from you.

You were oblivious, of course, completely unaware of the turmoil brewing inside her as you strolled across the sand. Mystique clenched her jaw, forcing herself to look away, but the image of you was burned into her mind. She shifted uncomfortably, folding her arms over her chest, her blue skin gleaming in the sun.

"Looks like someone’s in trouble," a voice drawled. Mystique didn’t have to turn to know who it was. Logan stood a few feet away, his arms crossed and a smug grin on his face. "Can’t hide that look, Raven."

Mystique’s eyes narrowed, her usual icy demeanor snapping back into place. "Mind your own business, Wolverine," she snapped, though the edge in her voice lacked its usual sharpness. Logan just chuckled, shaking his head as he walked away, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

She glanced back at you, her heart hammering in her chest. The tension between you had always been undeniable, a constant push and pull that neither of you had ever fully addressed. Mystique wasn’t one to show weakness, but with you, it was different. You had the power to break down the walls she had so carefully built around herself.

For a moment, Mystique considered walking over to you, letting the mask fall, even just for a second. But then, she remembered who she was, what she was. Vulnerability was a weakness she couldn’t afford.

So, she stayed where she was, watching from a distance, her emotions carefully locked away once more. For now.

Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat)

You had always known Kitty Pryde to be bubbly, fun, and full of life. But when you walked out onto the private beach the X-Men had rented, wearing that bikini you had picked out just for the occasion, something shifted in the air between the two of you. Kitty had been sitting under the shade of an umbrella, reading, but the moment she saw you, the book slid from her hands, completely forgotten.

You walked toward the water, the sand warm beneath your feet, and you could feel her eyes on you. It wasn't the first time you'd caught Kitty looking at you, but today, something about it felt different, heavier. There was a tension that neither of you had addressed yet, and now it was palpable, almost electric in the salty breeze.

"Hey, uh... Y/N!" Kitty called out, trying to sound casual, but there was a nervous edge to her voice that made you smile. You turned back toward her, catching her eyes as she quickly stood up, brushing sand off her legs.

"Yeah, Kitty?" you responded, tilting your head innocently, even though you knew exactly what you were doing. You could see the faint blush on her cheeks, the way she fidgeted with her hair as she walked over to you.

"I was just wondering if you, uh, wanted some sunscreen? It’s... really sunny," Kitty stammered, holding up a bottle as if it was the most important thing in the world. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at her awkwardness.

"Thanks, Kitty, but I think I’m good." You winked at her before turning back to the water, leaving her standing there, clearly flustered. Kitty wasn't usually one to get shy or stumble over her words, but you could tell she was having a hard time keeping it together around you.

As you waded into the water, you could hear her mutter something under her breath, probably scolding herself for not being able to play it cool. You didn’t mind, though. In fact, you found it incredibly endearing. There was something sweet about how Kitty tried so hard, even though she didn’t need to.

A part of you wondered how much longer you could dance around this tension before one of you finally made a move. But for now, you were content to let Kitty be flustered. It was cute, and you knew that when the time came, you’d both be ready.

Laura Kinney (X-23/Wolverine)

Laura wasn’t one for beaches, or crowds, or... well, anything that required her to relax. But here she was, sitting on the sand, watching as you stepped onto the beach in that bikini. Her eyes narrowed slightly, not out of disapproval, but because something inside her tightened at the sight of you. Laura wasn’t used to feelings like this, feelings she couldn’t quite place or understand.

As you walked toward the water, Laura’s gaze followed every step you took. She wasn’t subtle about it, not like some of the others might have been. Laura didn’t know how to hide what she was feeling — not well, at least. So, when you turned around and caught her staring, she didn’t even flinch. She just held your gaze, her expression unreadable, but her eyes... her eyes were full of something you couldn’t quite name.

You smiled, trying to break the tension that had been hanging between you for days now. "You coming in, Laura?"

She didn’t respond right away, still watching you, her eyes scanning over every inch of your skin as if committing it to memory. Finally, she stood up, her movements sharp and precise, the way they always were. Laura wasn’t graceful in the traditional sense, but there was a power to her that you found captivating.

As she walked toward you, her steps silent on the sand, you could feel the heat of her gaze. You’d known for a while that there was something between you two, something unspoken but very real. Laura wasn’t one to talk about her feelings, and you’d never pushed her. But today, standing there in the warm sun with the waves lapping at your feet, you wondered how much longer the two of you could avoid it.

Logan, who had been nearby, noticed too. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched his clone-sister approach you. "Don’t get too worked up, Laura," he teased, but his tone was light, more brotherly than anything.

Laura shot him a look that could have cut through steel. "Shut up, Logan," she growled, her voice low and dangerous. But you knew her well enough to catch the way her lips twitched, just slightly, like she was holding back a smile.

When she finally reached you, she didn’t say anything, just stood there beside you, her presence enough to make your heart race. You glanced up at her, wondering if today would be the day she finally said what you both had been thinking for so long.

Laura wasn’t the type to act on impulse, but as she stood there, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off her skin, you knew that something between you was about to shift.

Roberto da Costa (Sunspot)

The moment you stepped onto the private beach in your bikini, Roberto da Costa's eyes lit up like the sun he was known to channel. He had been lounging in a chair, casually sipping on a drink, but the second he saw you, his posture stiffened, and a smirk tugged at his lips. Roberto was always confident, always suave, but you knew the effect you had on him was more intense than he liked to admit.

You felt his gaze as you moved toward the water, the warmth of his attention causing your skin to tingle. The beach was nearly empty, just a few other X-Men scattered around, but Roberto’s focus was entirely on you. You could hear the playful chatter of your friends behind you, but it all faded as you felt the intensity of his stare.

"Damn, Y/N," you heard Roberto mutter under his breath as he pushed his sunglasses up to get a better look. His voice was low, meant for himself, but you heard it loud and clear, and you couldn’t help but grin. Roberto always had a certain charm, a playful arrogance that drew people to him, but you knew there was more to him underneath the bravado.

As you waded into the water, the waves lapping against your ankles, you turned back toward him, catching his eyes as he continued to watch you. His usual cool, collected demeanor faltered slightly, and you could see a flash of something deeper in his expression — desire, yes, but also something more tender.

"Hey, Sunspot, you good there?" Sam Guthrie called out from the side, a teasing grin on his face. Roberto shot his friend a glare, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

"Mind your own business, Sam," Roberto snapped, though there was no real bite to his words. His eyes flicked back to you, and you could see the determination there, the way he was trying to regain control of his emotions.

But you knew better. Roberto might be able to control solar energy, but he couldn’t control how he felt about you. And as you turned back toward the water, letting the cool waves wash over you, you wondered how long it would be before he made his move. The tension between you had been building for a while now, and you could feel it crackling in the air like electricity. It was only a matter of time.

Alex Summers (Havok)

Alex Summers wasn’t one to get easily flustered, but the moment you stepped onto the beach in that bikini, you saw the way his jaw clenched, his eyes darkening with an emotion he couldn’t quite mask. He had been talking with Scott a few feet away, but the second his gaze landed on you, the conversation came to an abrupt halt.

You knew the effect you had on Alex. He was usually so composed, so in control, but today, as the sun highlighted every curve of your body, he couldn’t hide the way his breath hitched. You smiled to yourself as you walked toward the water, feeling his gaze follow you every step of the way.

"You okay, Alex?" Scott asked, raising an eyebrow as he noticed his brother’s sudden silence.

"Fine," Alex muttered, though the tension in his voice betrayed him. Scott, ever the older brother, smirked knowingly but didn’t push it further. He simply gave Alex a pat on the back and walked off, leaving Alex standing there, clearly struggling to maintain his composure.

As you dipped your toes into the water, you turned back, catching Alex’s eyes. His expression was unreadable, but you could see the desire burning beneath the surface. Alex wasn’t like his brother; he wasn’t one to hold back when he wanted something. And right now, it was clear that he wanted you.

You watched as he took a deep breath, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as if trying to ground himself. But the tension between you was thick, palpable in the summer air, and you knew it was only a matter of time before he gave in.

"Alex?" you called out, your voice soft but teasing, drawing him closer. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the way he battled between maintaining his usual calm and letting himself go.

But then, with a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, he strode toward you, his steps purposeful. When he reached you, his hand brushed against yours, sending a spark of electricity between you.

"Y/N," he murmured, his voice low, barely above a whisper. You could hear the restraint in his tone, the way he was trying so hard to keep himself in check. But you knew Alex better than that. You knew it wouldn’t be long before the wall he had built around himself came crashing down.

Nathan Summers (Cable)

Nathan Summers, or Cable as most knew him, had seen and lived through countless battles, but nothing had quite prepared him for the sight of you in that bikini, stepping out onto the beach with the sun glistening on your skin. Cable wasn’t a man who got distracted easily, his mind usually focused on the mission, on the bigger picture, but right now, all he could think about was you.

He had been standing by the water’s edge, his arms crossed over his chest, but the moment you appeared, he froze. His steely gaze, usually hardened by years of war and survival, softened as he took in the sight of you. You were breathtaking, and it was clear that even someone as disciplined as Cable wasn’t immune to the effect you had on him.

You waded into the water, feeling the cool waves lap against your legs, but you could feel Cable’s eyes on you, watching your every move with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. He was a man of few words, but you didn’t need him to speak to understand how he felt.

As you glanced back at him, you caught the way his jaw clenched, his eyes dark and stormy as they locked onto yours. Cable wasn’t the type to openly show his emotions, but you could see the struggle in his gaze, the way he battled to keep his composure in front of you.

"Wipe that look off your face, old man," Deadpool’s voice broke through the tension, his tone laced with his usual humor. "You’re drooling."

Cable shot him a murderous glare, clearly annoyed by the interruption. "Shut up, Wade," he growled, but his eyes never left yours. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at the exchange, amused by the way Cable’s usual stoic demeanor was slipping.

As you continued to move through the water, you could feel the tension building between you. Cable wasn’t a man who let himself be vulnerable, but around you, he couldn’t help it. You had a way of breaking through his defenses, of making him feel things he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time.

You knew Cable wasn’t one to act on impulse, but the heat in his gaze told you that it was only a matter of time before he did something about the tension simmering between you. And when he did, you knew it would be explosive.

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Being at the beach with Wade Wilson was never boring, and today was no exception. The moment you stepped onto the sand in your bikini, you could feel Wade's eyes on you, though his usual witty commentary was momentarily absent. For Deadpool to be silent was a rare occasion, and you couldn’t help but smirk, knowing you had successfully rendered him speechless.

You felt his gaze follow you as you made your way down to the water. Wade had been lounging under a massive beach umbrella, sipping from a comically large drink, but now he was watching you with an intensity that made your skin prickle with awareness. You knew the effect you had on him, but Wade rarely allowed himself to get serious for long.

"Sweet mother of tacos, Y/N, I thought you looked good in combat gear, but this… this is a whole other level of hot," Wade called out, finally finding his voice. His comment was both teasing and genuine, and you could hear the lust beneath his playful tone. You grinned, glancing back over your shoulder to see him leaning forward, his mouth agape behind his mask.

"You’re gonna scare away all the beachgoers if you keep staring like that," you teased, walking back toward him. But as you approached, Wade didn’t back down, his eyes roving over your body with exaggerated appreciation.

"I’d apologize, but I’m not sorry," he quipped, standing up and stretching, his muscles flexing under his suit. "You make it very hard for a guy to keep his cool, especially in this sweltering heat. But hey, if you ever need help applying sunscreen, I’m your man. Or, you know, I could just skip to the 'rubbing you down' part."

You chuckled, shaking your head at his relentless flirting. But as much as Wade joked around, you could see the raw desire in his eyes. Beneath all the quips and bravado, Wade had real feelings for you, and it was moments like this when his mask—figurative and literal—slipped just enough for you to catch a glimpse of the man underneath.

Behind him, you could hear Colossus mutter something about Wade needing to behave himself, but Deadpool was already too far gone. "Tell the big guy I’m totally behaving! I’m just appreciating nature’s beauty!" Wade shot back, before pulling you closer, his tone shifting from playful to something a little more serious. "But seriously, Y/N… you are beautiful."

And for a moment, the tension between you wasn’t hidden behind jokes. It was real, it was palpable, and Wade wasn’t hiding how much he wanted you. Not this time.

Jubilation Lee (Jubilee)

The sun was bright, the waves were crashing, and Jubilee was her usual energetic self—until she saw you walking onto the beach in your bikini. She had been setting off small fireworks from her fingertips in the air, just for fun, but the moment her eyes landed on you, her playful display fizzled out.

"Y/N, girl, what are you trying to do to me?" she called out, a wide grin spreading across her face as she adjusted her oversized sunglasses. Jubilee had always been vocal about how much she adored you, and today was no different. As you made your way toward her, you could see her eyes light up in that mischievous way they always did when she was planning something.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. "What? Too much?"

"Too much? Babe, you look like you walked straight off a magazine cover," she teased, her voice full of affection. "If you keep looking that good, you’re going to put the sun to shame."

Jubilee wasn’t shy about showing her appreciation for you, but today there was a new edge to her teasing. You felt her gaze linger a little longer, her eyes tracing over your form in a way that made your stomach flip. You had always been close with her, but there was something electric in the air today, something that made your skin tingle with awareness.

As you sat beside her, you felt her hand brush against your arm, a small, affectionate gesture, but one that sent a jolt of warmth through you. "You know," she started, leaning in closer, "I’m not the only one noticing how amazing you look. I think Bobby almost walked into a palm tree back there."

You laughed, glancing over to where Bobby was indeed rubbing his head, clearly distracted. "Oh, please," you said, but the lightness in your voice was undeniable.

Jubilee smiled, her eyes softening as she leaned back in the sand. "But for real, Y/N… you look incredible. Like, I always knew you were gorgeous, but today you’re just… extra stunning. You sure you’re not using some of that mutant power to mess with my heart?"

There was always a playful dynamic between you, but today it felt different. The way she looked at you, the way her tone shifted—it was as if Jubilee was realizing something about her feelings, something that had been bubbling beneath the surface for a long time. And though she tried to play it off with jokes, you could feel the weight of her emotions behind every word.

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urdreamydoodles · 15 days ago

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X-Men x Drunk!Reader (Part.2)

How they deal with their drunk s/o (Part.2)

A night out with your partner quickly turns wild as your tipsy self unleashes a little chaos around.

Characters: Wade Wilson, Cable, Hank McCoy, Colossus, Magik, Warren Worthington III, Alex Summers, Kitty Pryde, Jubilee, Psylocke, Sunspot, Lorna Dane, Domino, Dazzler & Morph

Wade Wilson aka. Deadpool

- Deadpool is absolutely thrilled by your drunk antics. The moment he notices you’re tipsy, he’s already planning a night of wild fun. He matches your energy effortlessly, encouraging every silly idea you come up with and joining in wholeheartedly. If you want to dance in the street, he’s right there, pulling off moves that are as chaotic as they are impressive.

- Your laughter and unfiltered words are music to Wade’s ears. You start complimenting him in the most exaggerated way possible, telling him he’s the funniest, hottest, most badass guy you’ve ever known. Wade pretends to be modest, fanning himself and swooning dramatically, but he’s genuinely touched by your words, even if they’re a bit slurred.

- You get the brilliant idea to dress Wade up in something ridiculous from a nearby shop, and he’s completely on board. Soon, he’s decked out in an assortment of scarves, sunglasses, and a feathery hat, posing for selfies with you. His confidence is unshakable, and the two of you end up laughing until you can’t breathe.

- When some passerby gives you a look for being loud, Wade immediately goes into “defense mode.” He makes a show of protecting your honor, using his humor and antics to both embarrass the person and make you laugh. “Nobody messes with my date,” he declares proudly, throwing an arm around you and grinning as if he just saved the day.

- At some point, you start getting sleepy, and Wade immediately notices, going from his usual zany self to surprisingly gentle. He’ll scoop you up in his arms, cracking a few jokes to make sure you’re still smiling, but his voice softens as he assures you he’ll get you home safely. You nestle into his shoulder, feeling oddly safe in his chaotic embrace.

- Once you’re home, Wade stays with you, making sure you have water and helping you settle into bed. His usual humor is still there, but there’s a quiet fondness in his actions. As he pulls the blanket over you, he murmurs, “You’re a riot, you know that?” and gives your forehead a gentle kiss before plopping himself down next to you to keep watch.

Nathan Summers aka. Cable

- Cable is instantly protective the moment he sees you’re tipsy. He’s not used to seeing you let loose like this, so he stays close, a steady presence by your side. His arm is there whenever you stumble or lean, and he keeps a watchful eye on your surroundings, not wanting anything to disturb your fun.

- You start poking fun at his serious demeanor, playfully calling him “Mr. Intense” and trying to get him to crack a smile. Despite himself, he can’t help but smirk at your efforts, even letting out a chuckle when you do an over-the-top impression of his voice. He finds your carefree attitude refreshing, even if he’s not used to it.

- Cable is a bit taken aback when you start rambling about how much you admire his strength and bravery, even calling him your “badass protector.” He’s not one for flattery, but he listens quietly, deeply moved by your words even if he doesn’t show it. He simply nods, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze as you continue.

- When someone tries to chat you up or gets a bit too close, Cable doesn’t hesitate to step in. He’s intimidating without even trying, and one look from him is enough to make the person back off. He keeps you close, his hand warm and solid on your back, murmuring, “You’re safe with me,” with a conviction that melts your heart.

- As the night winds down and you start getting drowsy, Cable insists on taking you home. He’s gentle as he helps you into his arms, carrying you like you weigh nothing. You rest your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling safe in his protective hold as he walks you back with steady, assured steps.

- Once you’re home, Cable makes sure you’re comfortable, fetching water and making sure you have everything you need. He stays nearby, his usual stoicism softened as he watches over you. As you start drifting off, he brushes a hand over your hair, murmuring, “Get some rest, sweetheart,” his deep voice surprisingly tender.

Hank McCoy aka. Beast

- Hank is both amused and concerned when he realizes you’re drunk, but he quickly adjusts, taking on the role of caretaker. He’s attentive, making sure you’re hydrated and offering you food, all while chuckling softly at your slightly slurred words and bright laughter. He finds your uninhibited state endearing, and it brings out his own softer side.

- You start playfully teasing Hank about his formal vocabulary, trying to mimic his mannerisms. He laughs, his eyes crinkling with genuine joy, and he can’t help but join in on the joke. “Oh, my dear, your imitation is most extraordinary,” he says with mock seriousness, and you both dissolve into laughter.

- At some point, you become fascinated by his blue fur, running your fingers through it and complimenting how “soft and majestic” he is. Hank is taken aback but incredibly touched, his cheeks flushing a bit as he watches you. He’s used to people being put off by his appearance, so your admiration means the world to him.

- When you start to stumble a bit, Hank is right there, steadying you with gentle hands. He’ll hold you close, a reassuring presence, and softly remind you to take it easy. You lean into him, feeling safe and comforted by his warmth, and he can’t help but smile as he wraps an arm around you protectively.

- Your laughter and openness make Hank feel cherished in a way he rarely allows himself to feel. When you ramble about how amazing and brilliant he is, he listens with a quiet smile, moved by your words. He’ll thank you with his usual grace, but there’s a hint of shyness in his voice as he murmurs, “You’re far too kind, my dear.”

- Once it’s time to head home, Hank stays by your side, making sure you’re comfortable and safe. He’ll help you settle in, bringing you a glass of water and sitting by your side until you’re ready to sleep. As you drift off, he gently brushes a hand over your forehead, his voice soft as he promises to be there when you wake.

Piotr Rasputin aka. Colossus

- When Piotr sees you’re tipsy and a bit too carefree, he’s both amused and a little concerned. His protective instincts kick in immediately. Piotr has a heart as strong as his metallic form, so he keeps a gentle but firm hand on you, making sure you’re steady as you go about your playful antics.

- You start trying to pull him into a dance, tugging at his arm and laughing at his initial reluctance. Piotr is a bit bashful about dancing, but he can’t resist you. Soon enough, he’s twirling you around with surprising grace, his booming laughter mixing with yours as he finally lets loose, if only for you.

- As the night goes on, you start telling Piotr how incredibly handsome he is, even trying to guess just how many abs he has under that metal skin. He blushes, but he doesn’t mind your flattery one bit. He responds with a soft “Thank you, my love,” finding your compliments both sweet and funny in your tipsy state.

- When someone accidentally bumps into you a bit too roughly, Piotr is quick to step in, shielding you with his massive form. He doesn’t say a word, but his sheer presence is enough to make the other person back off. You give him a wide grin, playfully thanking your “knight in shining armor,” and he laughs, ruffling your hair.

- As you start getting sleepy, Piotr doesn’t hesitate to pick you up effortlessly, cradling you in his arms like you’re made of glass. You snuggle against his chest, murmuring contentedly, and he smiles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he carries you back home, a picture of pure gentleness despite his imposing size.

- Once home, Piotr makes sure you’re comfortable, bringing you water and even a snack in case you’re hungry. He tucks you into bed, his hand gentle as he brushes back your hair. He sits beside you, watching over you with a look of pure adoration. “Sleep well, moya lyubov,” he whispers, his voice soft and tender as he stays by your side until you drift off.

Illyana Rasputin aka. Magik

- Illyana is endlessly entertained by your drunk state. She’s more than a bit mischievous herself, so she finds your loosened inhibitions delightful, even egging you on with that sly smirk of hers. She subtly encourages your antics, ready to jump in if anything gets too out of hand but thoroughly enjoying the chaos you’re bringing to the night.

- You start talking about how incredible she is, praising her strength, her magic, and her beauty in a rambling but heartfelt way. Illyana is not one for sentiment, but your words surprise and touch her. She scoffs at first, pretending not to be affected, but she quietly pulls you closer, her hand lingering on your arm a bit longer than usual.

- When you start playfully trying to mimic her powers, making “magic” gestures with your hands, she laughs—a rare, genuine laugh that’s both warm and amused. She indulges you by creating a small, glowing orb of magic just to watch your reaction. Seeing your face light up with wonder makes her smirk proudly, her icy exterior melting just a little.

- If anyone dares to mess with you or give you a hard time, Illyana’s eyes narrow, and her voice takes on an unmistakably dangerous edge. She doesn’t need to do much; her mere presence is enough to send most people scrambling. She wraps an arm around you protectively, her expression daring anyone else to try something.

- As you start getting tired, Illyana simply opens a portal, whisking you both away from the noise and chaos. You end up somewhere quiet and peaceful, surrounded by the glow of her magic. She sits beside you, her hand resting on yours as you lean against her, and for once, she doesn’t feel the need to say anything.

- Once you’re home, Illyana makes sure you’re comfortable, a bit awkwardly but with genuine care. She may not be the type to dote, but she brings you water and even reads a few spells to help soothe you to sleep. As she watches over you, her usual guarded expression softens, and she gently murmurs, “You’re a fool…but you’re my fool.”

Warren Worthington III aka. Angel

- Warren is a bit taken aback by how uninhibited you are after a few drinks. He’s used to being the one people rely on, but tonight it’s clear you’re the one who needs looking after. He finds it endearing, though, and doesn’t hesitate to step into the role of caretaker, his wings folded protectively around you whenever he senses you might stumble.

- You start excitedly talking about how amazing his wings are, going on about how he’s “literally an angel.” Warren chuckles, charmed by your enthusiasm. He unfurls his wings just for you, letting you run your fingers along the soft feathers. He finds your awe adorable, and he watches you with a soft smile as you marvel at his wings.

- Warren isn’t one for public attention, so when you try to get him to dance with you, he’s a bit hesitant. But seeing how happy it would make you, he agrees, guiding you onto the dance floor. He’s graceful, his movements fluid and smooth, and he holds you close, making you feel like you’re floating on air as he twirls you around with practiced ease.

- When someone tries to flirt with you, Warren’s usually calm demeanor slips, and he’s immediately by your side, politely but firmly making it clear that you’re taken. He wraps an arm around your waist, his wings flaring slightly, a subtle but unmistakable display of possessiveness that leaves no room for doubt. You give him a playful smile, teasing him about being jealous, and he just shrugs, pulling you closer.

- As you start getting sleepy, Warren lifts you effortlessly, his wings unfurling as he carries you. The feel of being held in his arms, surrounded by his wings, is both comforting and exhilarating, and you rest your head against his shoulder, feeling like you’re in the safest place in the world as he flies you both home.

- Once you’re settled in, Warren makes sure you’re taken care of, bringing you water and a blanket. He sits beside you, one wing draped over you protectively. As you drift off, he brushes a gentle kiss across your forehead, murmuring, “Goodnight, beautiful.” His soft words and the warmth of his wing create a cocoon of comfort that lulls you into the most peaceful sleep.

Alex Summers aka. Havok

- When Alex notices you’re a bit tipsy and carefree, he’s immediately on alert, but there’s also a spark of amusement in his eyes. Alex has a playful side, so he’s more than happy to keep an eye on you while letting you enjoy yourself, but he’s right there, ready to catch you if you trip or get too wild.

- You start playfully challenging him, telling him you could totally take on his energy blasts. He chuckles, teasing you back, saying, “You don’t know what you’re asking for, babe.” He eventually indulges you, showing off a small burst of his powers, and you’re captivated, clapping and cheering him on like his personal cheerleader.

- As the night goes on, you get bolder, dragging Alex onto the dance floor despite his protests. He’s a bit awkward at first but eventually warms up to the idea, twirling you around and even busting out a few moves that make you laugh. His easygoing nature shines through, and he can’t help but grin as he dances with you.

- When someone tries to flirt with you, Alex becomes fiercely protective, pulling you close and giving the person a look that says “back off.” He doesn’t need to say anything; his arm around your waist speaks volumes. You grin up at him, half teasing and half smitten, as he steers you away, his arm never leaving your side.

- Eventually, when you start to get sleepy, Alex scoops you up in his arms, carrying you with ease. He whispers jokes and light-hearted teasing in your ear, trying to keep you awake just a little longer, but it only makes you smile drowsily, snuggling against him as he carries you home.

- Once you’re safe and sound, Alex tucks you into bed, a soft smile on his face as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. He lingers a bit, watching you with a fond gaze before quietly whispering, “Sleep well, sweetheart.” His fingers trail over your hand for a moment, a gentle reassurance that he’ll be there when you wake up.

Kitty Pryde aka. Shadowcat

- Kitty finds your tipsy, carefree self incredibly adorable, and she can’t stop giggling at how playful you’ve become. She’s happy to go along with the fun, but she’s also quietly making sure you don’t get into too much trouble, always one step ahead in case you need her to phase you out of a sticky situation.

- You start going on about how awesome her phasing powers are, insisting that she has the coolest abilities of any X-Man. Kitty blushes a bit at your enthusiastic praise but secretly loves it. She phases her hand through a wall just to impress you, grinning when you gasp in awe.

- When you try to get her to dance with you, Kitty is more than willing. She’s got a playful side and loves that she can let loose with you. The two of you end up creating a goofy dance routine, laughing so hard you nearly fall over, and it’s clear that she’s enjoying every second of your time together.

- At one point, you jokingly challenge her to see who can walk through the most solid objects. Kitty laughs, holding your hand and phasing you both through a wall together. You’re both in fits of laughter on the other side, and she whispers, “We make a pretty unstoppable team, don’t we?”

- When you start to get a bit tired, Kitty offers to phase you back home, giving you a playful wink as she grabs your hand. The journey home feels like an adventure in itself, with her phasing you both through shortcuts and making you feel like you’re floating on air.

- Once you’re safely home, Kitty brings you some water and makes sure you’re comfortable. She sits beside you, stroking your hand softly as you start to drift off, whispering sweet little reassurances. She gives you a soft kiss on the forehead, murmuring, “Goodnight, love,” before phasing out of the room like a guardian angel.

Jubilation Lee aka. Jubilee

- Jubilee absolutely loves seeing you tipsy and carefree, and she’s all about bringing even more chaos into the night. She’s hyped up by your enthusiasm and immediately joins in, cracking jokes and egging you on with her signature mischievous grin.

- You start going on and on about how incredible her fireworks powers are, even suggesting that she put on a little light show just for you. Jubilee, of course, can’t resist, and she lets out a small burst of colorful sparkles that dance around you. She loves seeing your face light up in awe, and she gives you a little “ta-da” with a dramatic bow.

- When you both hit the dance floor, it’s pure, unfiltered chaos. Jubilee matches your energy perfectly, spinning you around, and even busting out some hilariously wild dance moves. You’re both laughing so hard you nearly collapse, and she keeps you close, her laughter echoing over the music as the two of you revel in the moment.

- Eventually, you get it in your head that you want to make everyone in the room your friend, and Jubilee happily helps you out, introducing you to random people and hyping you up. She playfully calls herself your “wingwoman,” and it’s clear that she’s enjoying every second of being part of your night’s shenanigans.

- When you start getting tired, Jubilee wraps her arm around your shoulders, guiding you out with a laugh. She creates little fireworks along the way, lighting up the path back home like a mini parade, and you can’t stop smiling at her dedication to making the night special for you.

- Once home, she grabs you some water and a snack, plopping down beside you with a grin. She keeps chatting with you, telling you funny stories and making you laugh until your sides hurt. Eventually, she tucks you in, leaning down to give you a sweet, gentle kiss on the cheek as she whispers, “Night, party animal. Sleep tight.”

Betsy Braddock aka. Pyslocke

- Betsy doesn’t mind letting loose every now and then, but seeing you so uninhibited and tipsy takes her by surprise. She’s amused and a little cautious, watching you with that poised, mysterious smile of hers. Still, she stays close, enjoying the show as you reveal your playful side, a side she rarely gets to see.

- When you start waxing poetic about how stunning she looks—even more than usual—she chuckles, her cheeks tinged with a slight blush. Betsy can’t help but be a bit flattered by your enthusiasm. She teases you about your "poetry skills," but she can tell that you mean every word, and it melts her usually guarded heart.

- You insist she show off her psychic knife, asking if she can make one for you, too. Betsy humors you by creating a small, harmless flicker of energy, making sure to keep you at a safe distance. You’re mesmerized, watching the glowing psychic blade in awe, and she finds it endearing how fascinated you are.

- When you suggest a dance, she’s initially hesitant but eventually gives in. With that elegant, graceful way of hers, Betsy leads you across the dance floor, guiding you effortlessly through the music. Even as you stumble or laugh, she’s right there, keeping you steady and making sure you have a good time.

- When someone makes an offhand comment about you, Betsy’s expression hardens instantly. She sends the person a piercing glare that’s enough to make anyone think twice, subtly standing protectively in front of you. You may not notice it in your tipsy state, but she’s got her watchful eye on everyone around, making sure you’re safe.

- Once you’re both back home, Betsy gently helps you out of your shoes, her touch tender as she cares for you. She brings you water, brushing her hand softly over your cheek as you start to drift off. Before leaving, she sits beside you, fingers tracing gentle patterns on your hand, whispering a soft, “Goodnight, love,” before making her way to the door, leaving you feeling safe and cherished.

Roberto da Costa aka. Sunspot

- Roberto finds your tipsy antics absolutely hilarious and can’t resist playing along. He’s laughing the entire time, keeping up with your energy and encouraging you with that charming, mischievous grin of his. If there’s anyone who loves a night of fun and chaos, it’s Roberto.

- You go on and on about how his solar-powered abilities are the coolest thing ever, insisting he show off. Roberto is more than happy to oblige, creating a small burst of flame in his hand just for you. He loves seeing your eyes widen in awe, and he playfully asks if you’d like him to light up the whole room, winking as you cheer him on.

- When you challenge him to a dance-off, Roberto is all in, no hesitation. He matches you move for move, spinning and twirling you with ease, laughing as you both let loose. You feel like the only two people in the world, his attention completely on you as he guides you across the dance floor like it’s your own personal party.

- Someone tries to cut in, and Roberto immediately places himself between you and the stranger, giving them a polite but firm smile. “Sorry, they’re with me.” His protective side shines through as he keeps his arm around you, making it clear to everyone else that you’re spoken for.

- When you start getting sleepy, Roberto insists on carrying you back to the car, making the journey feel like some grand, romantic adventure. He jokes about being your “knight in solar-powered armor,” and you can’t help but giggle as he makes dramatic declarations about keeping you safe.

- Back home, Roberto gently helps you get comfortable, bringing you a glass of water and sitting beside you with a warm, soft smile. He stays with you until you fall asleep, his hand holding yours, murmuring sweet, affectionate words in Portuguese, promising to be there for you every step of the way.

Lorna Dane aka. Polaris

- Lorna can’t help but laugh when she sees you tipsy and carefree. She’s usually the one in control, but seeing you this way brings out her more relaxed side. She’s right by your side the whole time, playfully teasing you but also making sure you’re safe and sound.

- You start gushing about how amazing her green hair and magnetic abilities are, saying she looks like some ethereal goddess. Lorna just chuckles, brushing her hair back a little as she accepts your compliments, enjoying every bit of your enthusiastic admiration. She might act like it’s nothing, but she loves how much you adore her unique qualities.

- When you ask her to “do something cool” with her powers, Lorna grins, indulging you by making small objects float around in the air. She even creates a little magnetic bracelet just for you, slipping it onto your wrist with a wink as you beam with excitement, promising to wear it as your "superpowered good luck charm."

- On the dance floor, Lorna keeps you close, guiding you with that gentle but confident touch of hers. She laughs softly every time you stumble or lose your balance, steadying you with a smile and a quick, reassuring squeeze of your hand. Her presence feels grounding, even in the chaos of the night.

- When someone tries to cut in or grab your attention, Lorna’s protectiveness kicks in. She uses her magnetic abilities subtly, creating a little magnetic field to guide the person away. You may not notice, but she’s fiercely guarding you the whole time, unwilling to let anyone disrupt your night together.

- Back home, Lorna makes sure you’re comfortable, brushing a hand through your hair and settling you into bed. She sits beside you for a while, stroking your cheek softly and watching over you as you drift off. Her voice is soft as she murmurs, “Sleep well, my love,” promising to be right there when you wake up, her devotion evident in every quiet, caring gesture.

Neena Thurman aka. Domino

- Domino finds your tipsy antics absolutely hilarious and encourages you to let loose even more. She’s always been a fan of chaos, and watching you dance and sing off-key is a welcome distraction from her usual intense life. With a wicked grin, she keeps the drinks flowing, ready to match your energy.

- When you start complimenting her on how badass she is, she raises an eyebrow, clearly flattered but playing it cool. “You’re just saying that because you’re drunk,” she teases, but her smile tells you she appreciates your admiration. The way you look at her ignites a spark of warmth in her heart, and she can't help but playfully flex her muscles.

- You challenge her to a game of chance, tossing dice or playing cards, and she dives in, ready to show off her luck manipulation. Every time she wins, she leans in closer, whispering playful taunts and insisting that her luck has nothing to do with the drinks you’ve both had. Your laughter fills the air as you keep the playful banter going.

- Domino is always on the lookout for potential trouble, and if someone gets too close or too handsy, her protective instincts kick in immediately. She’ll casually place herself between you and the unwanted attention, throwing a nonchalant smirk over her shoulder while making it clear that she won’t tolerate any nonsense when it comes to you.

- When the two of you step outside for some fresh air, she pulls you in close, an arm around your waist as you both lean against a wall. Under the stars, she talks about her life, her past, and her battles, but she keeps it light, interspersing her stories with humor. You can see the softer side of her, the one she usually hides behind her tough exterior.

- After the night winds down and you’re both back home, Domino helps you settle onto the couch, bringing you a glass of water and an extra blanket. She curls up beside you, letting her head rest against yours, and in this quiet moment, she reveals a vulnerability she rarely shows, murmuring about how nice it is to let go every once in a while.

Alison Blaire aka. Dazzler

- Dazzler is a whirlwind of energy, and your tipsy antics only add to her excitement. She thrives on fun, and seeing you so carefree inspires her to embrace her inner party girl even more. Together, you create a raucous atmosphere that lights up the night, her laughter ringing like music as she encourages you to dance wildly.

- As you start gushing about how amazing her powers are and how she lights up the stage, she beams, clearly flattered by your compliments. “You should see me when I’m performing,” she responds playfully, a twinkle in her eye. The way you admire her makes her feel like a superstar, and she wants to show you just how dazzling she can be.

- When you suggest a karaoke battle, Dazzler jumps at the chance, pulling you onto the stage without hesitation. She brings her own flair, using her light-based powers to create a dazzling show around you, turning the room into a vibrant spectacle. Together, you sing your hearts out, her voice harmonizing beautifully with yours, creating a moment that feels like magic.

- If anyone tries to rain on your parade or come between you two, Dazzler’s fierce side comes out. With a swift movement, she sends a burst of light in their direction, enough to make them reconsider. “Back off, I’m with my number one fan!” she declares, standing protectively in front of you while keeping a playful edge to her tone.

- When you start getting sleepy, Dazzler notices right away, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “Hey, don’t worry! I’ll take care of you,” she reassures, guiding you back to her place. With her, you feel safe and cherished, and she quietly hums a gentle tune as she helps you settle in.

- As the night winds down, Dazzler plays soft music in the background, her light powers creating a warm, cozy ambiance. She sits beside you, brushing her fingers through your hair, whispering sweet words about how much fun she had. You can feel her affection enveloping you like a soft blanket, and you drift off with a content smile, knowing you’re in the company of someone who truly cares.

Kevin Sydney aka. Morph

- Morph is all about having fun, so when he sees you a little tipsy, his eyes light up with mischief. He can’t resist joining in on your antics, turning himself into all sorts of funny characters and making you laugh uncontrollably. His playful nature only fuels your own silliness, and together, you’re a force of comedic chaos.

- As you drunkenly rave about how hilarious he is and how you love his powers, Morph goes overboard with the impressions. “You think I’m funny? Just wait until you see my best Wolverine impression!” He starts mimicking Logan’s gruff voice, making exaggerated gestures that leave you in stitches, tears streaming down your cheeks from laughter.

- You challenge him to a transformation contest, and he jumps at the opportunity. Each transformation is more ridiculous than the last—one moment he’s a giant balloon animal, the next he’s a famous movie star. Every time he shifts forms, you’re there, cheering him on and giggling at his antics, completely caught up in the joy of the moment.

- If someone approaches you two with less-than-friendly intentions, Morph’s protective side surfaces in a comically exaggerated way. He transforms into a hulking monster, looming over them and growling with faux menace. “You want some of this?” he bellows, cracking you up even more while also warding off any unwanted attention.

- Once the chaos of the night calms down, Morph helps you back to his place, where he makes sure you’re comfortable. He finds a blanket and wraps it around you, making a joke about “keeping his favorite human warm.” It’s sweet and silly, and you can’t help but smile at the genuine care he has for you.

- As you begin to drift off, Morph leans in, his usual playful demeanor softening as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. “You’re pretty great, you know that?” he whispers, his voice low and sincere. He stays by your side, watching over you as you sleep, feeling grateful for the fun-filled night and the bond you share.

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