#Scott x male reader

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about soft cock sucking where the point isn’t to get you off but rather because he enjoys having something in his mouth , mindlessly suckling on your tip with his eyes fluttered shut and contented hums escaping his lips, the girth of it forces his mouth to stretch wide when he sucks you down, and the slight stinging feeling that comes with it sends blood rushing down to his own cock, taking you so far to the point where your balls are snug against his chin, and he can feel every little jolt of your dick, having you feel so warm and heavy on his tongue, that little bit of weight making him feel all light headed and practically pliable in your arms, laying all snug in his mouth to the point where you can feel his throat muscles working on your cock, hips moving every once a while and leaving him loudly gagging at the thrusts before he’s back to sitting, unmoving just slobbering on your cock

[gatorbites-imagines]

I had this idea, because I was doing some crochet.

A reader who had made a lot of crochet stuff for all the X-MEN (most of it was requested from them to the reader) and Logan noticed everyone had something handmade except him. His bratty side kicks in and he wants something from the reader. (though the reader can make him a cardigan cause he is a grandpa or like a glove that has holes for his claws so he doesn't reap them apart) you can go feral with it 👀

Scott Summers, Kurt Wagner, Remy LeBeau, Robert “Bobby” Drake, Logan Howlett

Headcanons

Theres too many x-men, so I just,,,added my faves *blush blush* I also decided to write a little thing for everybody, like my CoD posts.

Crochet was your passion, something to do in your free time when mutant-kind wasn’t in danger. And with online shopping, it was so easy to get all the yarn and different hooks, patterns and recipes you might need.

So, of course you also feel the need to make stuff for all the people you care about. After filling your own room and wardrobe with all the stuff you could crochet, your yarn empire started to fill your friends closets and rooms too.

Scott Summers

For Scott you end up crocheting a couple of hats, and multiple pairs of gloves. Some you already had laying around, and just decided to throw into the pile.

What could you say? You were scared he was gonna freeze his ears when he went around in his visor. This meant you crocheted different hats depending on if he wore his visor or his shades, hats that wouldn’t get too in the way.

It was a little hard for Scott to be a leader in the colorful creations you made, but everyone knew it was just your way of showing you cared. So, it made sense for the leader of the team to get the first gifts.

After a while Scott will wear the things, you make even if it isn’t too cold outside, even working it into his everyday outfits if he needs a little bit of accessories. Sometimes a hat really helps with the look, you know?

Kurt Wagner

For Kurt you make a scarf. It was a crochet of the moment. You two were on a stakeout, which took way longer than planned, in a pretty cold place. So, you pulled out your crochet stuff and started going at it.

Before you knew it, there was a comfortable scarf in your hands. You had been smart enough to dress correctly for the mission, but Kurt hadn’t, so of course the scarf when around his neck. You may also have scolded him a bit for not dressing right for the mission.

Kurt absolutely loves the scarf, and will wear it whenever its even just a little chilly outside. It makes you want to make him even more, especially when he starts getting sad about the first one fraying apart.

In the end he has as many scarfs as Scott has hats. One for every weather, in different colors, so he can match them with whatever he’s wearing.

Remy LeBeau(and Anna Marie)

For Remy you end up making him a hoodie, in his usual colors. It had mainly been a spur of the moment creation on your end, since you just had a lot of yarn in that color laying around.

It hadn’t even really been made with Remy in mind, but our beloved Cajun was quick to swoop in and take it off your hands when you weren’t sure what to do with it. and you, just wanting to make stuff for others, are more than happy to let him.

He wouldn’t wear it every day, but you do see him snuggle up in the warm yarn hoodie whenever it starts to get chilly. Hes also more than happy to use it as an excuse to snuggle with Anna Marie, using it as some kind of silly flirt.

In the end you make Anna Marie a matching hoodie, making it a little too big for her, as well as making it the same colors as Remy, so they can switch hoodies whenever they want. Its kinda like getting to hug Remy, in a way, so Anna Marie enjoys it.

Robert “Bobby” Drake

You make Bobby a blanket, it’s as easy as that. You actually end up making him multiple blankets. You didn’t really have an understanding if his mutation made him even able to feel cold, or if it made him feel extra cold?

So, the first blanket was placed by the door to his room, since you didn’t wanna invade his privacy. Bobby may not feel cold, but he loves the blanket anyways, especially since you try your best to make it in his favorite colors, or featuring different stuff he likes.

Its actually Bobby that asks if you can make him a second blanket, since he needs to wash the first one and has gotten so used to having the heavy yarn blanket on top of his other blankets at night. And you, being the great person you are, immediately get to work.

He ends up with a bit of a collection of blankets over the years, though most of them stay in his closet since he can’t really use all of them at once. He does pull them out when the x-men are doing movie nights and stuff like that though.

Logan Howlett

It took a while for Logan to realize he was the only one who hadn’t been given anything you crocheted. And… He’s not mad obviously, why would he be, it’s just crochet. He’s maybe a little jealous though, somewhere under all that gruffness.

He wouldn’t say anything, Logans way too proud for that, but he does start hovering around a bit whenever you crochet, just to look… nothing else.

There are also of course some jokes from the others about how he hasn’t been given anything, so you must not like him, or it’s because he’s always coming and going as he pleases so he’s never there at the right time to swoop in for the kill (whatever you made).

Of course, he denies hating you, or wanting anything you make. But the jokes just reach you, and it horrifies you somewhat. What if Logan really thinks you hate him? That would be the worst, because of course you don’t. the only reason you hadn’t made anything for him was because he wasn’t in front of your face, and you were a little scatterbrained when you made stuff.

You didn’t want to be too obvious about your plans, so you try to subtly get his measurements, and just kinda go off of that. Luckily the x-men system has some stuff you can use noted down. In the end you make him a nice grey cardigan, with those big pockets on the sides. It does not go above your head that it’s the kinda stuff you’d see a grandpa wear. But you think he would like it anyway.

Logan finds the cardigan by his door, like you leave all your gifts. And no, he doesn’t jump up and down or cheer, but he does give a more positive sounding gruff noise than usual.

He may also have been preening just a little the next day when he wore it, just because it felt nice to be thought about, okay? Nothing else.

It also just makes you happy to see him enjoy it so much, so you end up making him some other stuff too. Who’d have thought he would love blankets and throwpillows so much. It ends up in his “not a nest” bed pile. He also enjoys the gloves with holes for his claws too, so they were worth all the hard work.

[starboye]

starring: charles xavier x male reader x scott summers x logan howlett

request: I wanna be like Logan so badly (I want to be dicked down by every xmen)

warnings: smut, reader passed around, blow job (scott receiving), cursing, some rough sex, unprotected sex

this but with reader getting passed around the mansion by the x men, mainly scott, logan, and charles just calling you to their room through the night to empty their balls. first it was charles telepathically calling you "y/nnn" he said in a sing songy tone "yes charles" you say rolling your eyes, you were just trying to read a little before going to bed but it seemed like charles knew just when you'd be most calm just to get you to come to his room.

"would you mind making a quick trip for some alone time" he asks and you could just hear it in his voice, the smugness of him "and why would i want to do that" you ask still reading your book "it'll only be really quick darling" he croons and after a little consideration you agree and quietly make your way to charles room down the hall walking into him already pumping his cock in his hand, charles had you moaning and whimpering as he made you ride his dick, flashing images of your past hookups into your mind.

making you cum three times before he tuckers himself out and thanks you for your help by giving you a couple kisses and sending you on your way but soon you're getting called over by scott, pulling you into his room and begging you to suck him off after hearing you fuck charles, you agree just to get him to stop pestering you, dropping to your knees and pulling his cock out to start throating it back and forth while scott tried to hold in his whiny moans.

but there was a certain someone listening in on all of it but we'll get to that later, the man that was scott was slow;y thrusting into you mouth, aching to cum in your mouth already "m'sorrry for doing this it's just jeans been gone for so long" a slew of apologies fall from his mouth as he grips your hair and shoves his cum down your throat, you gagging at the forcefulness of the man "you done" you ask wiping your mouth of his cum "mhm" he whimpers and you walk out from his room just to get tugged by logan into his room.

"you open to take another cock" he whispers fondling your ass "for you? always" you roll your eyes before logan throws you onto the bed and rips off your underwear to reveal your ruined ass "damn wheels did a good job on you" logan smirks slapping your ass before he's thrusting into you at an ungodly rate for someone his age but none the less you take every inch of his aching cock while his balls slap against your ass turning you into a moaning mess that i think anyone in the hall could hear but at the time logan thought shoving your face into a pillow was a good idea.

and sooner than expected logan was flooding you even fuller with his cum "shit you sure know how to milk guys" logan huffs pulling out of you with small shudders through his body "thank you" you pant taking a moment to regain your breath "stay in here tonight" logan asks rubbing your back soothingly "as much as i would love to i know how you get in the morning and i would much rather be able to walk tomorrow" you laugh wrapping a towel around you waist after seeing your torn underwear and walking back to your room to plop down on your bed, quickly dozing off from the exhausting task of draining these men.

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[spicyspiders]

old man logan part 3

1.6k words

ft scott summers. logan has noticed scott has been angry at work and knows a way to help him relax. old man logan is his own warning, of course, but also a warning for rough oral sex, choking, and boot humping.

Part 1 and Part 2.

“My friend-”

“You have friends?” You ask, playing up your joke with a shocked expression. 

Logan sends you a glare after cutting him off, a scowl darkening his handsome face. You bite your lip, trying not to let out the laugh that bubbles up, but when you see the man’s face beside him slit into a grin, you can’t help but let it out. 

“My friend,” Logan starts again as he wraps an arm around the man’s shoulders, “I thought Scott could use a little downtime. He’s been a little stressed at work,” he says, sending Scott a knowing look, “I was thinking we could all hang out.”

“I didn’t know people over 45 still used the word hang out,” you responded to Logan. 

“What word did you think we used?” Scott asked with a confused smile. Even inside Logan’s house he still wore the sunglasses he showed up in. It kinda weirded you out, but everyone had their quirks, you guessed. 

“I don’t know,” you said, giving yourself a few seconds to think, “I thought you just had meetings,” you answered. Scott looked even more confused with your response, which meant maybe Logan was right. It looked like the man needed to spend a little bit of time not thinking so hard, some time where he could turn his brain off and relax.

“After all,” Logan said, turning to look at you, “I always feel much more relaxed after our– what’d you call them?” he asks, now sending you a knowing look. 

“Meetings,” you answered with an eye roll. You weren’t a fucking prostitute, but it looked like Logan thought of you as one. Or perhaps this was Logan turning a new leaf like he did when he gave all of the toys back that littered his backyard and he was just trying to help someone else. 

Or maybe there was just something weird, sick, and twisted in him that made him want to watch you suck another man’s cock. You had a lot of questions to ask afterwards, but now, you had more pressing matters to handle. 

It was easy getting Scott to Logan’s couch, but he was mouthy when it finally came time to get his pants and underwear down, “this isn’t what I thought was going to happen when you invited me over,” he said to Logan, his already hardening cock twitching in your face. 

“What?” You think I invited you over for a game of chess,” Logan said with a laugh, “you’ve been so hot-headed lately I thought this would help you cool off,” he said, one of his knees knocking Scott’s. 

It was kind of sweet, in a weird, sexual way. It also answered a question you pondered on if Logan was as rude to his friends as he could be to you. 

“I’m sorry about him,” you said to Scott, placing a kiss to his thigh, though you were sure he was already familiar with how Logan acted from working with him. “You could stand to be a little nicer,” you said up to Logan.

Ignoring what you said, Logan wrapped his arm around Scott’s shoulder again, “he’ll finally shut up when your dick is in his mouth,” he said to the man beside him.

“You’re sure?” Scott asked. You had forgotten how many times he had asked that since he was able to pick up on why you were really here, but it was sweet of him to ask, even if it started to annoy you after the last few times he asked. 

You responded by taking the head of Scott’s cock into your mouth, the man above you gasping. You teased the head with your tongue, swirling the wet muscle around the sensitive glands on the crown. Once his cock was fully hard, you were rewarded with the salty taste of his precum from the slit. 

Seemingly in another fucked up way to help him, Logan placed a hand on the back of your neck, “he likes it rough,” he said, his voice an octave lower, “he can take it,” he finished, showing Scott just how well you could by pushing your head down so his cock went deeper. 

Scott wasn’t as large as Logan, but that didn’t mean he was anything to scoff at. His cock still brought tears to your eyes as it touched the back of your throat, your nose just a few centimeters away from the thatch of dark hair at the base. 

Logan’s hand moved away as he let Scott take control, the man moving much slower than the other as he fed you his cock. Scott groaned when you swallowed and the wet heat of your throat contracted around his cock, his hips jumping off the couch. 

The motion made you gag as he went even deeper, your tears spilling over, “attaboy,” Logan said as you heard the clink of his belt buckle unfastening. Though you weren’t sure who he was talking to, if the praise was meant for you for taking Scott’s cock, or if it was for Scott as he took the reins with his hand on your neck, the words still had your cock twitching in your pants.

“You okay?” Scott asked softly, his voice, like Logan’s, deeper than before. He pulled his cock free from your mouth with a hand wrapped around the base and used the other one to wipe at the tears that had fallen. 

You nodded, looking up at Scott with a watery smile, one that Scott returned as he placed his hand back around the back of your neck. You glanced over at Logan, your cock jerking in your pants once more at the expression on the man’s face. It was difficult to tell what it was, probably due to the lack of oxygen to your brain from sucking Scott’s cock, but he didn’t exactly look happy.  

Logan always looked like that though. The closest emotion your brain could come up with was jealousy. You didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to think about the possibility of Logan being jealous watching you suck another man’s cock. It looked like your cock would think about it though, especially as it grew fully hard in your pants. 

Logan’s legs were spread wide, giving you full view of the bulge in his jeans. What you last watched before you closed your eyes and took Scott back into your mouth was his fingers moving past the top of his underwear.

Scott didn’t push with his hand, just laid it there as he let you go at your own pace. It proved to be satisfactory as he moaned above you as you bobbed your head up and down along his cock. It was easier than moments ago to take him deeper, aided by the spit that slicked your way. 

You heard a shifting noise on the couch, but with your eyes closed missed the soft, wet noise of Logan spitting into his palm. The slick noise of Logan’s hand along his cock lit a fire in your belly, and the sound of Scott’s moans only made it burn brighter. 

Scott came when Logan’s boot made its way between your spread legs and the contact to your cock made you moan. The vibrations went straight up Scott’s cock, right to the tip where cum pulsed from his cock. 

You swallowed his salty spend once it hit your tongue, warming your throat as it went down. Scott’s hand tightened around the back of your neck to keep you in place as he came, his hips spasming as his cock throbbed along your tongue. You ran your tongue along the thick vein along the underside, drawing all you could from his cock until it started to soften. 

His cock fell from your lips with a pop as Scott’s hand was once again replaced by Logan’s, “ah!” You said in pain as Logan pulled you toward his cock. His hand moved to the front of your neck in a tight grip, locking you in place. 

The pace Logan’s hand moved along his cock was impressively fast as he stroked his cock. His boot moved back between your legs, placing the toe of his boot in the perfect position for you to hump your way to completion as Logan fucked his fist. 

“You’re like a bitch in heat,” Logan said around a cruel laugh, his words sending you right over the edge. 

Your mouth fell open as you moaned, your head still held in face by Logan’s fist. You wheezed your way through your orgasm, Logan’s fingers tightening as he hit his own. Your vision went spotty and darkened along the edges as Logan’s fingers cut off your air supply. Mouth open, you tried to gasp in breaths, another taste hit your tongue as Logan spurted ropes of cum onto your face and a select few landed in your mouth. 

“Logan!” Scott said loudly before Logan’s hand fell away from your throat. You fell forward onto Logan’s leg as you sucked in breath after breath into your aching lungs. You knew there would probably be a hand-shaped bruise there tomorrow, but right now all you could focus on was the quickly cooling mess in your pants. 

“Quit yer bitchin’,” Logan responded, pulling you up with his hands under your armpits, “he’s fine,” he said as you fell forward into his lap, his softening cock rubbing messily into your shirt. 

“M’fine, Scott,” you said to him, your voice rough and nearly unrecognizable, even to your own ears. “Will you get me a paper towel?” You asked as you let your head fall to Logan’s shoulder.

[l1tw1ck]

I wanna be Wallace’s sugar daddy 😋

bottom!ftm Wallace x top!amab reader

god me too

cw: sugar daddy/baby, daddy kink, creampie

After a year of dating, Wallace finally agreed to move in with you and he absolutely did not regret his decision. Aside from the fact that your house is both Huge and gorgeously decorated, he's been nothing short of pampered since moving in. It's a ginormous step up from the shitty apartment he shared with Scott. His closet is bigger than the living room and it's filled with designer clothing. He gets to live in luxury thanks to you and the only thing he has to do in return is have sex with you and that's not a difficult task at all for Wallace.

You gently drop all the shopping bags to the ground and turn to Wallace. He already knows what you're looking for and hurries over to you. He kneels down in front of you and quickly frees your length from your pants. "Thanks, Daddy." He kisses your tip before dragging his tongue seductively along your shaft, smiling as he does so. He likes teasing you and seeing your reactions.

"Don't tease me, not today, baby." You grip his hair. "I don't have the patience." Wallace looked too sexy today, his tight jeans were driving you crazy. You can't wait to take them off.

He licks his lips. "Then why don't we skip to the good part."

Wallace loses all his confidence and focuses entirely on his pleasure as you ram into him from behind, groping and slapping his ass. He knew he did the right thing by wearing those jeans. His pussy's just as tight. It's hard to fuck him with the way he keeps trying to suck you in. You reach over to his t-dick and he almost collapses from the pleasure. All he can do is moan and drool. "fu- fuck- fuckfuck-" He rolls his eyes back as he squirts on the bed, adding to the copious amounts of slick. You know he doesn't want you to stop so you don't, you fuck him even harder instead. He likes to be fucked until he passes out and you're always happy to oblige.

He always looks so pretty when he's sound asleep with cum dripping out of his cunt.

[slixqrta]

yandere! childhood friend x reader

synopsis: going back to your hometown was something you’ve been planning for a while, to visit a friend for a few days. however, with a snowstorm coming, you learned a new side of an old friend.

TW: 18+ writing, noncon, gn! reader, amab! yandere, forced cheating bc of yandere, self victim blaming, reader is no having a good time.

a/n: sooo this was meant to be released in christmas…however there were some complications at home such as going to the beach with family and a bunch of my father’s friends inside an old house and getting some skin allergies due to the beach. but no worries, because i am back and ready to write more for everyone! enjoy this one my dear readers!

yandere! childhood friend who you almost fail to recognize when visiting your hometown. he is now taller, stronger and definitely more mature compared to the last time you saw him.

long gone was the short boy that often hidden behind your back when bullied. and instead of that voice that always failed when talking to anyone, there is a husky voice that makes you wonder if he forcing it or not.

unlike the old times of using a stool and the ladder to reach for the cookie jar at the highest shelve, pierre just extend his arm to grab it for you. he doesn’t even put try to keep the jar way from your reach, already taking pleasure in seeing how you lack height in comparison to his.

yandere! childhood friend who takes advantage that you are going to stay at the town for a few hours to see his extended family at the house he grew up in.

his parents’ house couldn’t be more full during holidays season. his uncle and aunt are there with their children, a bunch of little rascals that don’t waste time in climbing pierre at first opportunity.

the kids begging their dear old cousin to play a snowball game with them at the backyard and of course, he dragged you in.

you couldn’t believe your eyes in seeing a grown up man actually playing seriously against a bunch of little kids. it’s almost comical seeing scott trying so hard, yet losing the instant when the kids overthrow him with your help.

by a slight moment, he looked defeated. giving a performance worthy of an award as gets up from the snow, seeing how the children continue to play with you.

scott struggles to not imagine a future when seeing you like this, acting so docile and gentle with the hypothetical children you two might have in a future. it’s a cliche, he knows, but he can’t help to imagine it.

yandere! childhood friend who accidentally forget to tell you about the incoming blizzard that is going to hit the town. now, you struck with him inside this whole big house without any contact with the outside world due the electricity being out.

call it bad, but scott is grateful that his extended family are struck in the town’s mall. they will be there for hours and hours until the snow storm ends. which means he will be trapped with you inside home for a long time, just the two of you.

yandere! childhood friend who light up his mother’s aromatic candles to set up a mood. scott’s childhood bedroom—now turned into a guess room has become the perfect place for both of you to spend during the snowstorm.

the little chitchat between you two is something that he missed so much. things could be like this forever, a cozy place to call home as scott becomes the breadwinner of the family and you turns into a stay at house partner with small versions of you running all over the house.

it would be a dream of his to this to happen. but you had to spoil everything with those little words coming from your lips:

“my partner is probably wondering why am i not back home…”

yandere! childhood friend who can’t let you ruin the future he imagined. scott shaped his life around you, to make things easier and better just for you! and you dare to throw everything away for another person? he can’t let you do that.

scott’s room, a place full of memories and sweet dreams that made your childhood a memorable experience. the shelves still carry some of his favorite toys with pictures of the two of you.

a place full of dreams turned into a cage thanks to him, the boy who you believed to be the most precious and trusted person to ever exist.

the boy who made you smile when younger is the same one who is making your body so painful.

“don’t cry, [name], it’s okay…” he whispers, his blue eyes filled with softness. his words were meant to soothe you, to make you feel less scared of him during an act like this. but this isn’t working. “i’m sorry, but there is no other way to make you stay with me.”

you know he isn’t being sincere with you, not when his cock has already made his way inside your entrance.

it’s already so deep. even with the stretch is bearable as he moves inside you, you continue to cry against an old shirt of his that scott forced inside your mouth.

he leans over you, kissing your tears away and then your neck—gently, which only makes you cry harder. his cock hits you again, making you wonder how much energy this man has.

his hips slowly crash into yours as he fucks you slowly and steadily. there are the sounds of a sweet love making, a contrasted to the snowstorm outside.

it’s obvious that scott won’t last long, too entrenched with the moment and too focused on his pleasure alone as he holds your hips closer to his.

“oh-fuck,” he yelled out as his hips buried themselves into you, fully, sketching you once again before spilling himself into you.

his cum deep within your insides. it ruins the remains of the remains of your underwear when some of the fluids escape from the entrance, even though scott hasn’t remove himself from you.

it’s warm and humid—you don’t really know how to explain, but it’s gross and you want it out of you.

you don’t have any strength to fight your way out, not when you are exhausted after fighting him earlier and as result, leaving the room messy as it is now. so, the only option is to plead.

“scott—“

the front door from downstairs opens.

you hear the voices of scott’s younger cousin and his parents coming from downstairs. they are celebrating the fact they arrive just in time to surprise their beloved old son with a gift and they also brought one just for you too.

it’s only then that scott removes himself from you. he stands up, zipping up his pants before spraying one of the colognes from the dresser. there is a big smile on his face, one that you used to love so much before.

you stay on the ground. pondering what will your life be like after this.

there is the relief of him being away from you, to not to feel his intrusion at your entrance that slowly repels the fluids from your insides. however, there is the fear of him.

would your parents believe on you? they often praise the golden boy as if he was their own child, always hoping and trying to hint at the idea of you marrying him when older. you still remind how disappointed they were when seeing you dating another man that wasn’t scott.

would his parents believe on you? there is a problem when hearing their oldest child—the perfection in person has done something unspeakable to another human being. you can already imagine how disgusted and horrified they would look at you, calling you a liar for telling the true.

you know deep down they won’t believe you.

everyone always prefer to stand next to a man who has the perfect smile, a prosperous future with an incoming promotion at his job than a struggling college student who has problems with alcohol and an argument with your boyfriend before returning home for the holidays.

and so, you cry.

the dried tears getting replaced by new ones as you feel scott cleaning the fluids from your thighs with wet handkerchiefs. it’s a humiliating experience having a man violated your trust, but having him clean with a delicate touch you is even worse.

“it’s okay,” his lips turning into a smile as scott forces you to wear his clothes. your ruined underwear and outfit are replaced by an old pair of his pajamas shorts and a big shirt that makes you feel too small for your own good. “everything will be alright, sweetie. for now on, it will be the two of us, okay? and i almost forget, call that stupid man and end that relationship. i don’t want to hear any references about him.”

you can’t say anything.

not when scott drags you downstairs to meet with his family. his little siblings and cousins are happy in seeing you, showing off their newest toys as your mind is too far gone. none of them notice it, they are too innocent to realize that something is wrong with you.

but the adults does. scott’s parents question him about the lack of enthusiasm from your part—they are worried if you are already too tired, yet their worries disappear when their son replies with the magic words.

“they are just too anxious in making our relationship public. nothing to be ashamed, [name] is just thinking too much for their own good.”

his parents' face light up with visible joy. after years of whising to see you and scott as a couple, their long-held wish has finally come reality—or so they think. both of them eagerly spread the news to the others guests, their joy so overwhelming that they don't even notice the silence hanging over you.

you are no longer playing with the childre. instead, you stand near the huge window of the living room, gazing on the snowflakes dfiting softly to the ground outside.

the world feel quieter for a moment, enough to pretend that nothing from before happened, but he arrives. scott steps closer and wraps his arms around you, his touch gentle and steady unlike before.his presences makes you tense, it makes you want to scream for the others about he did to you and yet, you remain in silence.

"i promise, [name]." he leaves a kiss at the back of your neck, making your skin freeze under his touch as he whispers. "i will make you the happiest person in earth as long you listen to me, okay?"

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[supercap2319]

Noah Stilinski: "Do you boys have anything that you want to confess?"

Y/N: "Okay, I confess! I had a threesome with Peter and Scott in your office twice. And Stiles let Derek fuck him in your bed."

Stiles: "DUDE!"

Noah Stilinski: "I was gonna ask who ate all the BBQ chips, but go on, Y/N."

[weyirn]

Marvel men with a bf that's bigger and taller than them and likes to carry them in a bridal style or likes to pick them up randomly

Marvel x Male!Reader

Taller/Bigger Boyfriend That Likes Picking Them Up

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☆Steve becomes flustered at first, and it takes him a little while to get used to it (not that he doesn't enjoy it or anything). Nowadays, he just relaxes in your arms, liking to be vulnerable and letting go once in a while. It shows how much he trusts you, allowing you to show this side of him. But picking him up randomly will result in him scolding you.

❄️Bucky likes it way more than he thinks he should...At first, he was surprised by it and stiffened up in your arms, but slowly relaxed and leaned into your chest, because he knows he can be vulnerable with you. He feels safe with you. But when it comes to being picked up randomly, he doesn't enjoy it. He would rather have a heads up before you do it instead.

💲Secretly fanboying Tony doesn't admit that he enjoys it and makes snark comments about it, but then he starts to complain when you would put him down. It's fun to use this to your advantage and tease him about much he likes being carried by you, watching him roll his eyes and get flustered by it.

🕸Peter blushes and shyly clings to you, not wanting you to put him down. He feels a little secure being in your arms. There are times where he just wants to be in your arms, so he'll just sit in your lap and you'll have your arms wrapped around him. Just anything to feel your touch.

⌲If you're randomly picking him up, Sam would kind of take it as a challenge, as he would try and catch you right before you can put your hands on him. If he fails to catch you, then he'll be like, "you're not going to put me down anytime soon, aren't you?"

🐜Scott feels his heart flutter whenever you pick him up, and immediately clings to you. Sometimes, he holds his arms in the air, hinting that you should pick him up and carry him. He will have fun if you pick him up randomly, being both surprised but also laughing it off.

💚The only time Bruce will let you pick him up is when he's exhausted and you're carrying him to bed. He doesn't feel comfortable being picked up randomly (cuz it might make his nerves bad).

⚡️Thor is...actually surprised that you can pick him up, but that doesn't mean it's not a pleasant surprise for him. He's always clinging to you and smiling, liking how easy it is for you to carry him. He'll always laugh along with you when you would pick him up randomly, enjoying the pleasant surprise.

🐍It always makes Loki grumpy that you pick him up; he thinks you're doing it to tease him, or to rub it in his face of how bigger and stronger you are of him. He will never admit that he may enjoy it, considering the fact that he doesn't even try to get out of your arms when you hold him.

🖤Eddie actually thinks this is much better than him walking on his own (and Venom telling him how much of a slow walker he is). He just doesn't let you do it in public unless he's exhausted. But you're not picking up Venom any time soon (cuz he won't let you, and he's way bigger than you anyway, lol).

[dorkszn]

logan was a man made to be practically indestructible. he was more than difficult to break. he was nearly unbreakable. a lone wolf spirit, metal bones, hundreds of emotional walls up, and a rapid healing factor.

so how did his heart break so easily when he saw you? you’d just moved in next door to him, wade, and althea’s apartment. “you’re gonna have a rough time when you meet the new kid on the block.” wade had warned him.

he was the one of the three that hadn’t seen you yet. not like althea had much choice. logan didn’t take wade serious, of course. why would he?

then, he saw you. in the hallway of your apartment floor. wearing those grey sunglasses with crimson red lenses and that signature button shirt with the top buttons undone. logan knew what happened to him in wade’s universe. but he wasn’t sure what happened to the others. the x-men. scott.

you look over to him as he’s just staring at you. a distant expression on his face, in his eyes. like he knew you but he didn’t. like he missed you but he never had you. after an awkward moment of silence, you just give him that awkward closed-lip half smile that he knew all too well before entering your apartment and shutting the door behind you.

he just stares at the door for quite some time. without even a word, you’d manage to chip the indestructible.

[marrziy]

tem queda em padre?

Só nos fictícios 👄

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about treating his hole like it’s a pussy, spitting on his clothed rim and telling him his little pussy is all wet for you, hearing the gasps of surprise escape his lips because fuck that’s dirty yet he’s fisting your shirt trying to pull you closer to him, and you don’t try to resist, eagerly rubbing him through his briefs, teasingly dipping your fingers past his puckered rim just to watch his eyes rolling to the back of his head , knees practically clamping onto your hand, even going as far as to add an obscene amount of lube to the mix, before you rub your cock against the cleft of his clothed ass, hearing obscene squelching sound ringing through the room with every thrust, and hungrily watching the brief turn all slick and stick to his cheeks, leaving him looking like his pretty pussy soaked through his clothing

[marcyvamp1re-blog]

Devil in Paradise

pairings ⸺ Yandere! Scott Summers x Mutant!Reader.

¿Request? Yes!

This is a Headcanon!

sinopsis ⸺ In a world where light and darkness intertwine, Scott Summers is the guardian of a shattered reality. His love for you, a spark in the gloom, becomes a chain that binds your fate to his. Trapped between his devotion and his obsession, the line between protection and possession blurs, revealing an abyss of dark passion. As echoes of the past resonate and shadows lurk, your heart, marked by his fervor, confronts the most dreaded question: is his love your salvation or your doom?

warnings ⸺ mdni! Dark themes, violence/death, blood, insolation, invasion of privacy, scars, ¿kidnapping?, delusion, Angst, murdering, Disturbing Content, Unhealthy Obsession, Gaslight, Mental Illness, Corruption, Isolation, Paranoia, Manipulation. The reader is referred to as a student, but she is of legal age.

A/N — English is not my first language—Spanish is— I'm sorry to the little person who asked me for this, but the message got deleted :"(. I was about to post it, but then I realized that what I wrote wasn't saved and I had to delete the post. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Yandere! Scott Summers who... met you in your most vulnerable moment. After the devastating breakup with Jean, the only thing keeping Scott sane was his duty as a leader. On a mission, he found you in a cage, trembling, dirty, and resigned to your fate. Something in you awakened his protective instinct. He carried you out in his arms, whispering promises that you would be safe with him. That day, something in his heart began to change.

Yandere! Scott Summers who...took you to the X-Mansion. Despite his tensions with Jean, he decided to stay by your side when you begged him not to leave. Every day, Scott sat by your bed in the infirmary, tending to your wounds. While Jean examined you, he calmed you down, his hands never leaving yours. With each word of encouragement you gave him, he convinced himself that only he could save you from the cruel world.

Yandere! Scott Summers who... agrees to train you after Professor Xavier noticed your strong attachment to him. At first, Scott thought it would be better to keep his distance, but every time he saw you, his need to protect you grew. Your dependence fed him, and soon he became your mentor, teaching you to control your powers with an almost suffocating devotion.

Yandere! Scott Summers who... enjoys the moments when you lean on him during training. Every time you faltered, his arms caught you, and his soft voice assured you that he was there for you, always. The sweat on your skin, the slight tremor in your hands, all made him feel closer to you, as if he were your personal savior. He knew no one else could understand you like he did.

Yandere! Scott Summers who...has a fight with Jean when she questions his relationship with you. "She's your student, Scott! You can't be with her like that!" Jean shouted. But Scott, blinded by his obsession, no longer listened to her. "She needs me, Jean. You never understood." The argument escalated to the point where both lost control of their powers. The room ended up destroyed, and although neither of them died, the confrontation made it clear to everyone that Scott would do whatever it took to keep you by his side, even facing his former love.

Yandere! Scott Summers who... wakes up early every day, ensuring that your routine is perfectly calculated. From your breakfast to your training, nothing escapes his control. He hands you a cup of milk every morning, watching with a calm smile as you take the first sip. Sometimes, in the kitchen, his fingers brush against yours, and although it seems casual, the pressure of his touch is too firm, too insistent. "You need to be at your best," he says softly, his eyes hidden behind the visor. "I don’t want you to be defenseless again. Not like that time."

Yandere! Scott Summers who... while training you, catches you every time you fail at a move before you can fall. Too fast. Always there. As if the ground was never an option for you while he was near. The closeness between you is almost suffocating, but Scott never notices, or if he does, it doesn't seem to matter to him. His hands linger too long on your waist, his whispers are too intimate.

Yandere! Scott Summers who... can barely control the jealousy that burns in his chest when someone else pays you attention. Once, during a mission, Morph made a joke about your abilities. Everyone laughed, but Scott did not. His jaw tightened, and his eyes, though hidden, seemed to bore into Morph's neck. That same night, he found you in the hallways, too close to Morph's room for his liking. "What were you doing talking so much with him?" His tone was soft, but the pressure of his fingers on your wrist was not. "You shouldn’t get too close to people like him. He doesn’t understand what you need. Not like I do."

Yandere! Scott Summers who... finally could no longer contain his confession. He caught you one afternoon, right after training. You were tired, exhausted from the day, but he was closer than ever, his breath quickened, the words about to spill over. "I can’t keep quiet about this." His hands closed around your arms, but not with the softness of before. There was desperation in his gestures. "I need you. You don’t understand what it means to me that you’re here. I can’t lose you, I can’t… not after Jean." His ex's name echoed in the room but was quickly replaced by the echo of your name, said over and over like a mantra, a longing. "You don’t know how much I longed for someone like you to appear. Someone who wouldn’t leave me, who needs me as much as I need you."

Yandere! Scott Summers who... sometimes lets his darker side take over. One night, while you tried to escape the Mansion for a few hours to clear your mind and go out with your friends, you found him waiting for you at the door, his tall, dark figure outlined against the dim light outside. The smell of damp earth and the fog rising around him gave him an almost ghostly presence. "You shouldn’t try to leave without me," he said softly, stepping closer. "The world is dangerous, Y/N. You know that. I can’t leave you alone." His hand rose to caress your face, but the softness of that gesture contrasted with the edge in his words. "I would never do that."

Yandere! Scott Summers who... isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty if someone gets too close to you. Once, you saw his knuckles bloodied after Morph accompanied you back to the Mansion after a mission. Scott didn’t say much about what had happened, only told you that Morph "finally understood." And although you wanted to ask more, the sharp tone in his voice made you quiet.

Yandere! Scott Summers who... firmly believes that everything he does is for your well-being. His thoughts grow darker every day, but in his mind, every action is justified. "I’m saving you, Y/N. I’m saving you from pain, from loss… from what the world would do to you if I’m not here to protect you." And although the darkness of his words surrounds you, you realize that escaping from his shadow is almost impossible. Because somewhere deep in your mind, a part of you starts to believe him.

Yandere! Scott Summers who... longs for a life with you that goes beyond the confines of the X-Mansion. In his mind, the echoes of small children's laughter fill the empty hallways, and in every dark corner, he imagines a family he never had. He envisions you as the mother of his children, caring for them with the same devotion he feels for you. "Can you imagine?" he murmurs one night while looking into your eyes, his hands gently stroking your hair. "A house full of laughter... it would be perfect." His voice has a hint of madness as he describes his vision of life together. The idea of a family gives him a reason to live, a way to redeem the pain he carries with him. In his world, there is nothing purer than the love he could offer you, nor anything more sacred than the family they would build.

Yandere! Scott Summers que... se convierte en un observador silencioso de tus noches. Cuando finalmente el sueño te conquista, se sienta en un rincón de tu habitación, la luz tenue proyecta sombras sobre su rostro. Te observa dormir y siente que le duele el corazón. A menudo se queda allí durante horas, asegurándose de que estás bien, sintiendo que cada segundo que te observa lo une más a ti. "No puedo dejar que nada te haga daño, T/N", susurra, como si los murmullos pudieran protegerte incluso en tus sueños. Te imagina girando en la oscuridad, buscando su presencia, y se siente satisfecho. "Eres mía", repite en su mente, como un mantra que lo ancla a la realidad.

Yandere! Scott Summers who... has turned the space between you into a battleground. Every time others approach, like when you have joint training with Ororo or share a laugh with Jubilee, his face darkens. "Why don’t you look at me?" he asks softly, a tone laden with insecurity in his words. His reaction is almost automatic, and when you drift too far away, he feels the air leave his lungs. "I just want you to be safe, Y/N," he says, and that need consumes him. The dependence you have developed towards him becomes a refuge, but also a burden, a reminder that his hopes are intertwined with your presence.

Yandere! Scott Summers who... fears that one day you will leave him. So, every night, before the darkness envelops everything, he makes sure to seal his love in your mind. As he closes his eyes, he imagines whispering promises of a future together, full of children running around the house, of a home where laughter drowns out the pain of the past. "I will always be here to protect you. I will always be your refuge," he says while stroking your cheek, his touch a gentle reminder of what you mean to him. As days turn into weeks, and weeks into months, the idea of losing you drives him mad, and his love becomes a chain that binds him as much to you as to himself.

Yandere! Scott Summers who... finds satisfaction in the moments when he sees you vulnerable. When you are sad, he is the first to come to you, wrapping you in his embrace and ensuring you feel his warmth. "You will never be alone again, Y/N. Not when I have the strength to protect you from everything outside," he murmurs. In those moments, his desire to bind you to him becomes a purpose: he watches you cry and, although his heart breaks, he also feels a kind of power in being able to comfort you. "You are so strong, but also so fragile. And I... I can’t let the world hurt you," he confesses, a dark gleam in his eyes.

Yandere! Scott Summers who...feels more like your guardian than a partner every day. In his mind, there is no space for doubt. The idea of a family becomes an obsession, and the need to protect you from any pain consumes him. "If you ever leave me, I don’t know what I’ll do," he confesses to you on a dark night, while the stars blink indifferently. "I can’t lose you, Y/N. Never. I need you too much." In his mind, every word is a promise, every look is a chain that binds you closer to him.

Because you were only his,

you knew that, didn’t you?

A/N ──── When I received the message, I was in math class, and I spent five minutes thinking about who Scott Summers was (I don't know why I thought of Twilight) until I realized he was Cyclops. The night before, I was debating with a friend about how he had relationships xD.

Personally, Scott is not my favorite character from X-men, but I find him very interesting, especially how he lives day to day with his mutation. I've never been interested in his relationships (because I don't care about them, especially Jean, who is one of my least favorites among the female characters in Marvel). I think I like the Cyclops from the movies and from the series more than in the comics, but just a little.

Again, sorry for the inconvenience of the message.

Take a bath!

[gatorbites-imagines]

Ok so I know you said you have been unmotivated with smut lately, but you don't have to write this if you don't want to. But basically it's Scott summers x male reader where they are best friends, maybe they have some secret feelings that they have never confessed too. So male reader decided so bite the bullet and confess with out confessing, and is like " you know a few bounces on it never hurt a friendship", ( lol like the meme) and smut ensues.

Scott Summers x Mutant male reader

Headcanons

Readers got electrokinetic and magnetic powers, because I couldn’t think of anything original, and ice powers are already yoinked up by Bobby. So, ice cold head is gonna be saved for another day.

I feel like my Scott obsession shines through in this… enjoy some longer work

Feedback wasn’t the most original or coolest sounding name, but hey, it had been Scott’s idea, and you had a soft spot for him from the very beginning. So, Feedback it was. Seeing how Scott puffs up a little when you explain he came up with the name almost makes up for Logan picking on you for it.

Being great friends with Scott, makes most people assume you are a hardass like him. And yeah, you have your moments. You see how much Scott stressed about keeping everyone safe, as well as dealing with the US government and the likes, so yes, you take it seriously.

Your lightning powers lead you to also bond with Ororo, though you are not completely at her level. You cant control the weather, but you sure as hell can use electricity and lightning, and you’ve learned how useful it can be.

It took a lot of training, but who else can paralyze a person without it being lethal as easily as you can? Or fry most electronics or vehicles, even guns and other weapons? You are at least a little proud of your powers.

And maybe it has to do with the fact that Scott always seemed to preen, at least a little, with pride whenever you show how far you’ve come. You are the exact same with him, and your “broship” is kind of a thing in the X-men

To the point where the entire mansion, or island if its on Krakoa, get tense and start tiptoeing around when you two are fighting or arguing. Seeing you two not talking and avoiding each other is as uncomfortable as seeing Deadpool around, except its worse.

It always leads to some of the others, typically the younger mutants, trying to set up some kind of heist you get you two to get along again. Most of the times it fails, but the failure is what brings you together again, in a sense.

You also typically give Scott small zaps with your powers, to get his mind off whatever he’s too focused on. or the times where he lets you run light electricity through his muscles when they bunch up. Him groaning and huffing in relief is only an extra on top of the cake, since you already get to fondle his back.

Your feelings for Scott aren’t as much of a secret as you wish they were. Charles knew almost the very moment he met you. Apparently, you used to project your thoughts quite a lot, and he was growing tired of seeing your fantasies.

After that you got better at hiding. You especially worked hard to suppress and hide it when Scott got together with Jean. Yeah, it hurt your heart, but you never really thought you two would be more than bros.

But to show Jean some respect, you get less touchy and grabby with Scott. In the past you might have smacked his ass after training, or groped his pecs and arms, making some excuse about his gains. But with Scott in a relationship, it didn’t feel right.

Scott did the same thing with you, but… it was only because you did it first, right? So, its not like hed notice. Obviously, he does, Scott being so vigilant about the people around him means it takes him less than a month to be completely sure you’re avoiding him.

That doesn’t mean he says anything. Instead, he just kinda lets it stew. The relationship between you grows… tense in a way. Its not like you two are arguing, but you are trying to pull away enough to wash away whatever feelings you have, and Scott is sure you hate him for some reason, and he doesn’t know why.

In the end its actually Jean that confronts you about it, much to your embarrassment. She’s surprisingly kind about it, or you guessed it wasn’t surprising. Jeans an amazing woman, which was why it was no shock she swooped in and caught Scott’s heart.

Jean knows all about your feelings, but also Scotts. Scott loves her, very much so. But he loves you just as much, he just hasn’t realized it yet. Scott easily just pushes those feelings aside as platonic, or some deep loyalty to his best friend.

So, what if he sometimes has dreams about you holding him down and fucking him so hard he needs his visor, since his shades would be sent flying. Or his regular dream of you using small sparks of electricity to play with him.

But somehow Jean saves the situation. Being able to read minds is great, since it makes her feel safe and secure in her relationship, enough to know that you are both good men, and that you’d never act on your feelings with her in the picture.

This is how it continues for a while. Scotts with Jean, and you have some flings of your own. Over the years you kind of have a thing with Logan, then Warren, and a kind of “ill scratch your itch if you scratch mine” with Remy when he and Anne Marie have their moments.

And yeah, maybe there’s a couple of others on that list that you don’t speak too much about it. Its not your fault Deadpool can be weirdly charming and handsome sometimes. And that one time with Magneto is not something you’ll ever mention, to anybody. You get a feeling Charles knows about it though. You have a feeling Magneto told him.

All in all, you never end up with a long lasting “official” relationship. Its kind of hard to give your heart to someone else when Scott still has his name printed across it in big letters. You’re not like Scott, whose heart is big enough to fit multiple people

What you have with other people is always just casual and never means anything. Well, you do get closer to Logan. Its… a weird situation. He still has a thing for Jean, and you have a thing for Scott, and you help each other out when times get tough.

You thought Scott was gonna kill you when he caught you chewing on a cigar. It’s not like you were gonna smoke it, but seeing him huffing and puffing about you chewing on one of Logans cigars made your pants a bit too tight for comfort.

It really doesn’t help that Scott bulks up over the years. Logan may still call him slim, but there’s nothing slim about him. So, there might be more grope to the smacks you give his ass sometimes, how can you not, it’s so… grabble.

And you are always too distracted by his just… soft and big he is back there, hes even got butt dimples man. It means you never notice how Scott might just arch his hips back a little, or the way his thighs twitch when the excess electricity runs from your fingers into his skin.

Sure, him for thinking about those fingers inside him, its normal. He thinks. Its not his fault you have really nice hands, and the way electricity crinkles around your fingers is way too hot sometimes.

You once licked the electricity off your fingers, the sparks jumping from your fingers to your tongue. Scott knows its just for fun, or be a dick, but god does his front and back twitch think about it.

How you confess can happy in many ways. But the main factor is that Scott and Jean are no more. Maybe shes died, like she does in some comics. Or maybe they just broke up since they grew apart.

But one way or another you just confess. Maybe its after one of your rolls in the hay with Logan, and Scott finally doesn’t have Jean to redirect his attention too and his jealousy boils over. It leads to an argument, with you just spilling that you slept about because you couldn’t have him.

It hurts, after the confession leaves you. You’ve kept it tight inside you for years at this point, and seeing Scott just freeze up makes you feel even worse. You just get your keys into your hands with a flick of magnetic energy, before Scotts upon you.

The floors really uncomfortable, and the air is knocked out of your chest, especially as he places his bulk on top of you, Scotts hands on either side of your head.

Even with the visor giving off its usual red glow, Scott couldn’t get more handsome. The quiver in his lip and how he keeps nipping at its insides. “Scott…” you breath out, hands twitching at your sides, wanting nothing more than to settle on his nice, plush with muscle, hips.

Kissing Scott was everything you had ever imagined, and more. He tasted like the coffee hed been drinking, the brand you always hated but still bought because it was Scott’s favorite. The one he would always brew too strong, and never add any sugar or creamer too.

And yet, as his tongue rolled against your own, you couldn’t think of anything more delicious. It felt more like you two were trying to eat each other, to see who could devour the other one first after being starved for so long.

Any other time you might have been embarrassed about how wet and slick your kissing was, and just how loud it was. It seemed to ring through the empty room, Scotts hands already pulling at your shirt as you allow yourself to truly grope and feel that plump ass of his.

Youd touched Scott many times before. Hell, you’d even touched him naked here and there. But those times had been for medical reasons, or that one time to keep hypothermia at bay. This felt so much more intimate, so much… more.

The lamps in the room flickered as Scott pushed himself up to get fully undressed, your irises lighting up as you finally got to just stare. He was so hard, and with him standing above you he felt like a god, in his own way. You must have said this out loud, since Scott blushed and dragged you up.

It felt like being a virgin again, tumbling into bed and kicking off what clothes you had left on, hands groping and exploring. When it came to men, you had a lot more experience. You honestly only had experience with men.

That didn’t mean you almost didn’t bust on the spot when Scott sat himself down in your lap again, nothing between him and your cock. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel how his ass just draped around you, the smirk on Scotts lips so cocky you almost wanted to smack him.

With that thought, your body seemed to respond. Youd never really shot electricity from your crotch before, but the loud high-pitched yelp from Scott told you just that had happened.

You immediately wanted to apologize, fearing you had ruined the mood. A violent shudder ran through Scotts body, a deeper more guttural groan leaving his body as he rocked against you, precum spilling from him like a faucet. That had felt better than hed ever imagined.

The world felt like it was shrinking more and more until all you could think of was Scott Summers, and how felt against you. How he felt around your fingers as you stretch him open, and the loud wails of want he lets out, when you let the smallest flickers of electricity zap from your fingers to his prostate.

Youd always had a code of sorts, that your partner at least had to finish once, preferably twice, before you would enter them, or let them enter you. And with Scott it was so easy to wring them out of him. You almost wanted to just keep milking him for all he was worth.

Recognizing the look in your eyes, at least somewhat, had Scott tapping his foot against your tip, which was enough to remind you of how hard you really were, and how sensitive.

It gave Scott enough time to flip you onto your back, and with a recklessness you wouldn’t see from him every day, he just sank down on you.

All that working out made it easy for Scott to ride you, his thighs and hips working in harmony, his fingers digging into your pecs as you both groan and huff, letting out noises neither of you had ever let out before.

Kissing Scott as he rode you was a pretty name for it. in reality it was more just your open mouths pressed together as you both panted and drooled, tongues just rubbing together every now and then.

Having edged yourself until now meant you didn’t last long. As Scott shoved you over the edge your vision went white, and you had a feeling the popping noises you heard were the lightbulbs around the room.

It felt like Scott was draining your very soul of your body through your dick, his behind was diabolical. Part of you wanted to joke about him doing some other kind of training without telling you, but your teeth still felt like they were made of static, so all you could do was groan and gasp.

The high-pitched noises from Scotts mouth still registered to your fuzzy hearing, and the splatters of white against your torso made something inside you settle, knowing he had finished too.

The air was knocked out of your chest again as Scott slumped against you like a puppet getting its strings cut. The only noise in the room was the sound of your shared panting and wheezing, as well as the faint buzz of the ruined lightbulbs.

“you’re paying for that…” Scott finally mumbles breathlessly against the side of your neck. A snort leaves you, head still feeling like a thunderstorm and tv-static as you work your arms shakily around him. “Fine… but I’m picking the brand” you reply, voice slurred and tongue floppy in ways you hadn’t experienced in years.

Scott clearly wanted to laugh at your state, but he wasn’t much better himself. He couldn’t feel his legs, and it wasn’t completely because of the zap of electricity you’d sent through his entire body, as much as it was just how good it had felt.

You both needed to cool down, and maybe a nap. And then a good, long, cold shower. Scott lazily mentally noted down that he needed new sheets and lightbulbs, but not much else happened. For once his head felt blissfully silent, in the way only you could make it.

[starboye]

pairing: cyclops x male reader

request: Can I order a fic with Cyclops (from X-Men '97) x villain!reader? Porn without plot. All you need to know is that reader has time travel powers and took Cyclops back in time with him. Y/N told him that if he wanted to return to the present with his wife Jean (who is pregnant) he had to fuck him GOOD for hours. Reader tries to maintain a joking attitude, but he's just a crybaby. Cyclops has a huge cock and degrades reader a lot while slapping his face, calling him "slut" and "whore". Size difference too!!

warnings: SMUT, cheating, lil size difference, degradation kink, breeding kink, a lil physical, rough sex

"how much longer am I gonna have to fuck you slut" scott asks roughly thrusting upward into you "well if you wanna see your wife again you'll shut up and keep going" you spit out "who's the real one in control here sweet cheeks, the one getting his ass fucked up or the one fucking you up" scott asks wrapping his hand around your throat tightly.

"the one with the time travel powers" you say laughing "you think this is fucking funny" scott asks slapping you across the face harshly "seeing you suffer through this brightens my day" you reply smirking "oh I'll show you suffering" scott says before flipping you around, face pressed against the ground before scott reinserts his dick back into you forcefully.

he slams into with full force not holding back at all "fuck this tight hole" you urge arching your back to let scott get deeper "little fucking slut" scott says pressing your face even harder into the grass "yes all yours" you joke "I'll fuck the smile right off your face" scott sternly says, you laugh at his comment but he doesn't take that lightly.

scott turns you around into missionary and continues pounding your hole with no stop in sight, you could feel the tears brimming at the corner of your eyes as you felt you climax coming and without a second thought you came on your chest and stomach "okay you can stop" you huff trying to get up but scott pushes you back down.

"no we're not done till I've emptied my balls into you, by then you should be full and pregnant then I won't have to go back to jean" scott grins going quicker and harder than before, you could feel you legs going weaker and weaker till they felt completely numb "please I can't take it" you beg "where's that smile and cocky attitude from before, all fucked out of you" scott teases slapping your face before bringing it back to look at him.

"just look at how your pretty hole swallows up my cock so easily" scott says admiring the way your hole got all red and puffy "cum" you vaguely hic "speak up whore" scott orders "cum one me" you yell "fine I guess you can have it" scott says and shortly after he fills you up "but this doesn't mean were finished" scott says slapping your ass.

scott proceeded to fuck you for the next 4 hours, cumming in you over and over till you were filled to the max and it looked like you were actually pregnant and only then did he finally agree to get taken back to the present "I'm sure when we get back beast can find a way for you to actually get pregnant" scott says rubbing your belly, you took him back to the present and it would be a lie to say everyone wasn't shocked when they saw you fucked out at filled with cum and scott naked with a messy dick.

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[spicyspiders]

I’m not sure if you’re taking requests, but if you are could I request reader taking care of Cyclops? Like after a long day Cyclops just needs a good fuck to help him wind down. Maybe throw in some overstimulation? Please 🙏

Wasn't sure if by good fuck you meant Scott getting fucked, because that's what I wrote. I hope you like it.

“Scott,” you said, Scott’s lips on your neck, “Scott,” you repeated, burying your fingers in his hair and pulling after you felt teeth. 

“It’s been two days,” Scott said, resting his forehead on yours, “you can’t let me have this?” He asks, not even letting you answer before pressing his lips to yours. 

You push him away with two hands on his shoulders, trying not to laugh at the pitiful sound Scott makes. “I was told to take it easy with you,” you said, trying not to grimace at the almost sex talk you had with Beast after they returned from their mission. 

“Beast?” Scott huffed out, “he already cleared me. I’m fine.”

“You were limping when you got back to the mansion,” you replied, deadpan. 

“It’s been hours since then,” Scott said, and to prove his point, he paced around the room to show how well he could walk. At least, how well he attempted to while faltering every few steps. “Do I need to go get Beast?” He asks in the middle of your bedroom, his arms crossed over his chest. 

“So he can clear you for sex?” You asked back, raising a brow. 

“Not for sex,” Scott replied, a blush rising up his cheeks that framed the bottom of his glasses, “so you’ll stop worrying so much,” he said, stepping up to wrap his arms around you, “and then we can have sex,” he said quietly, his voice muffled after ducking his head into the crook of your neck. 

“Go rest while I take a shower,” you said, running a hand down his back, “you’ll need all of your energy for what I have planned.”

“Was that what you were doing while I was on my mission?” He asked in a low voice, “planning?”

”Yes.”

Not exactly. While he was away, you still had students to teach. Not that you weren’t thinking of Scott all together, your mind just had other places to be. But what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. 

“Does that mean I need to go away more often?” He asked, hiding his smile in your neck. 

“Not when you come back injured,” you answered, letting your head fall back to give him more room as he pressed soft kisses into your skin. 

His breath puffed along the skin as he huffed, “I told you I’m not-”

”Injured,” you finished for him and slinked away when you felt one of his hands dipping low on your lower back, low enough that you’d forget your plan to shower if his fingers reached the edge of your pants, “yes, I know.”

”At least let me join you,” Scott said as he watched you walk to the bathroom door, a small pout on his lips. 

“I told you to rest,” you said firmly, leaving no room for further discussion as you closed and locked the door. 

“Yes, doctor,” Scott replied, his voice muffled through the door, “like I couldn’t destroy this thing if I wanted to,” he grumbled. 

“The mansion has already been through enough destruction, don’t you think?” You asked as you pulled your clothes off. You laughed softly to yourself when you could hear the sound of the bed springs squeak as Scott sat down after he finally gave up. 

Under the spray of the hot water, you felt as if you could finally relax. Not that you doubted Scott, you could drive yourself mad worrying about the man. Now that he was finally home, it felt as if all of your worries washed down the drain.

You had to will yourself not to get hard under the spray, which proved to be quite difficult as you washed your cock. You were nearly tempted to turn the handle, knowing that the icy spray would be the relief you needed, but decided otherwise. It’s been two days, like Scott said. You deserved to indulge. 

“You didn’t want to wait on me?” You asked with a smirk once you were out of the shower and dried off. You didn’t even bother to get dressed again, afraid Scott would treat your clothes like the door and blast them off. 

“I could ask you the same thing,” he said from his spot lounging naked on the bed, his hard cock already wet with a bead of precum glistening from the slit. 

“You know I get sensitive,” you said, tossing the towel you just used into the hamper in one corner of your room. “Especially with the rough, flimsy washcloths you won’t throw out,” you said, walking slowly to the bed. 

“It’s been two days,” Scott said, his arms pillowed behind his head, “I must have forgotten and need a reminder.”

You both had long since gotten to know the wet cavern of each other’s mouths with your tongues, but Scott kissed you like it was another thing he had forgotten. You were happy to give him a refresher as you parted your lips and moaned into his mouth. 

Scott pulled back as he gasped for air, his forehead pressed to yours. With your body on top of his, he leaned close for another kiss, this one much softer than the last. 

“I missed you,” he whispered after he pulled away, his lips brushed yours as he spoke. 

“I missed you,” you repeated back, “I always do,” you said, placing another soft kiss to his mouth.   

“You’ll have to come with me next time,” Scott said, smiling into the next soft kiss. 

“You just want to see my ass in spandex.”

”Please,” Scott said as he grabbed two handfuls of your ass, “our suits aren’t made of spandex,” he murmured into another kiss, not even denying what you just said. 

“Let me,” you said when Scott tried to flip you over onto your back, already knowing what he was about to do. “Convenient,” you said to him after he pulled the lube out from under his pillow. 

“You miss me?” He asked with a smirk, passing off the bottle to your hand. 

“I didn’t put that under there,” you said, rolling your eyes. 

“I’m just trying to make it easy for you,” Scott said. 

Someone’s easy you wanted to say as Scott brought his knees up, his feet planted firmly on the bed. You grabbed one of the pillows from beside him and brought it to his hips. 

“Such a gentleman,” Scott said, “you also warming up the lube for me?” He asked, his smile toothy and bright. 

“Only because of how whiny you can get if I don’t,” you said, pressing a kiss to his knee, your fingers circling his hole. 

“Can’t you ever just be nice?” Scott asked, his voice breathy as you teased him. 

“M’sorry, baby,” you said, placing a kiss on his other knee. 

“Don’t you,” Scott began, his voice breaking into a moan when you pushed a single finger inside, “baby me,” he said, pushing his hips down until your finger was as deep as it could go. His body was tight and warm around your finger, making your cock twitch knowing where it soon would be. 

You leaned down to lick a stripe up Scott’s cock, your eyes falling closed in delight at the noise he lets out. You use your tongue as a wet distraction as you swirl it around the head of his cock and press another finger inside. 

“Don’t wanna cum yet,” Scott whined above you as you sucked his cock deeper into your mouth. He let out another whine when your two fingers found his prostate and pressed them into the bundle of sensitive nerves. 

“Want me to stop?” You asked after pulling your mouth away. 

“Not what I meant,” Scott quickly replied as he clenched down on your fingers like he was trying to keep you inside. 

You smirked up at the man and, of course, compiled, just to drink in all of the noises he let out. Once your third finger was added to the other two, another pearl of precum leaked from Scott’s dick, one that you couldn’t help but chase after as it ran down his cock. 

“Please,” Scott whined as his cock twitched. His hips moved down to draw your fingers in deep, like his hole was sucking you back in when you pulled them back out. He let out another one, this one long and high once you pulled your fingers fully free. 

“I know, I know,” you said, gripping Scott’s hips. You adjusted his body so it was on the pillow again, your grip tightening around his hips when Scott tried to fuck himself onto your cock. It wasn’t even inside yet, only the head kissing his hole and he was already begging for it. 

You both moaned when your cock finally breached his hole, Scott’s back arching when you bottomed out. His hole was tight and warm, gripping your cock while sucking you back in after you pulled out. 

You ran your hands up his sweaty chest up to his shoulders where you used them to balance on as you leaned down to lock your lips together in a messy kiss. 

Scott fell from the kiss with a loud moan when your cock brushed his prostate. You went to pull away, but Scott brought a hand to the back of your neck to pull you into another kiss. He wrapped his legs around your hips, your cock going in deeper with the new angle. 

You rested your forehead on his, panting into each other’s mouths when you pulled free from the kiss. Your hips slapped against his ass as you thrust back and forth into his tight heat. His hole clenched down onto your cock on each press to his prostate as pleasure wracked his body, pulling you closer and closer towards the edge. 

You brought yourself up with a hand on the bed, beside your sweaty bodies so you could wrap your other hand around his weeping cock. Scott’s hips jumped into your grip as your slick fingers wrapped around his cock. You stroked his cock to your thrusts, thinking that from the way his balls were tight on his cock, he was going to cum with you, but his cock lay hard against his stomach as your orgasm hit. 

You bottomed out one last time before cumming deep inside his body, his hole milking your cock for all it was worth. You wanted to collapse on top of him and go through the aftershocks, and though exhaustion was creeping in, you couldn’t neglect Scott.

You pulled your softening cock from his hole before you moved down his body to suck his cock back into your mouth. Your fingers were once again at his hole, this time to push back in the cum that threatened to leak from his hole. You made quick work of finding his prostate to bring him closer and closer to the edge.

Your breath puffed along his cock when you pulled off and you ran your tongue along the thick vein on the underside. You traced it downward until you got to the base and ran your tongue along his balls as you added a third finger to the other two.    

Scott came with a loud moan, his cock throbbing as cum shot from the head along his sweaty abs. Sweaty strands of his hair that stuck to his forehead fell when his back came off the bed as he arched like a bow, the hair falling to the pillow below. 

You left your fingers inside even as his hole clenched over and over again, like it was trying to milk your fingers in the same way it did your cock. Scott’s chest heaved as he sucked in breaths as he tried to calm his racing heart, which gave you an idea. 

Lax and fucked out from his orgasm, it was easy to scoop up the cum on his chest and press it into his open mouth. Scott moaned softly around your fingers as he sucked the skin clean as you carefully just went deep enough that he wouldn’t gag. 

You couldn’t help yourself but to slowly put your fingers that were still inside him back against his prostate. If Scott needed you that bad after only two days, you had to make sure it was all out and that he was getting every single drop. 

Scott’s lips fell open, your fingers hooking over the bottom of his teeth as he moaned from the overstimulation. You pulled your fingers free when Scott’s soft cock gave another twitch, his moans now sounding closer to that of pain than of pleasure. 

He pulled you down beside of him in a sweaty pile of limbs, his body wrapping tight around yours, “we should go shower,” he whispered, his voice rough and fucked out. 

“I could just bring the rag I used earlier. That’ll get you cleaned up,” you said, trying not to smirk too hard when you felt Scott shiver. 

“You’re trying to kill me,” he whispered before his lips were against yours. His arms tightened around your body, your only option being to stay right where you were in the comfort of his arms.

[l1tw1ck]

We got Lucus Lee, what about Todd Ingram?

He'd definitely try to use us to get over Wallace but hey, I'd rather fuck him into knowing he's mine than not having him at all

bottom Todd x top!amab reader

cw: first time bottoming

Todd bites his lip and starts to cry as you slowly ease your way inside him, this new feeling almost too much for him to handle. You press kisses all over him in an effort to soothe him. It's impossible for him to think about Wallace now, not when your cock is intruding on his previously untouched ass. Todd suddenly gasps, feeling your cock rub against his prostate. You smile softly and direct your attention towards it, gently teasing his pleasure spot. Todd throws his head back and moans loudly without shame. How could he feel shame when he feels so fucking good? Wallace is far from his mind now.

You lean into his neck and bite him, making a visible mark. Todd is so overwhelmed with pleasure that he couldn't even feel it. You move down from his neck and down to his chest, your mouth and hand latching onto his nipples, causing Todd to learn something new about himself. He lets out a loud, breathy moan as he comes, the feeling of you playing with his nipples was the last straw to making him orgasm.

Todd grabs your arms and looks at you with the sexiest expression you've ever seen. "Again?"

Todd sobs and moans into the pillow as you roughly fuck into him, his mind going completely blank. You've already gone 2 rounds by now and yet neither of you are satisfied. Todd's completely littered in bites and hickeys and at some point, he urged you to ditch the condoms and now you're fucking your cum into him. He's on cloud 9.