#X-men smut

[eudaimaniacs]

Imagining old man Logan fucking you inside his car. He's telling you how good you feel and praising your body. Logan squeezes your right breast as his thrusts gradually quicken. You screamed out his name as you tried to hold on and control yourself with immense pleasure.

"Logan, I can't. N-need to take a break." You were out of breath. How many times did Logan fuck you? He was old and admitted how slow he was at his age. However, his stamina and hunger for you felt like he was still a horny teenager or young man.

Logan growled and hungrily kissed your neck. He touched your nipple before going down and massaging your clit. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation of Logan's rough fingers teasing circling your clit. Another wave crashed as you chased your high again. Logan, out of breath, stuffed his head between your breasts. You grabbed his salt-and-pepper hair as you felt his warm cum dripping out of your pussy.

"Let's get back on the road, sweetheart," Logan mumbled as he signaled you to sit in the passenger seat. You lazily moved with your legs still spread. You saw your lace black panties on the car floor. Logan caught the discarded garment and put it in his pocket.

"You sure you won't be fucking me again on the road, old man?" You teased. Logan looked at his side to see the messy sight of you: wrinkled skirt, hair standing in different places, your pussy dripping with his cum, and dried tears of pleasure. He smirked as he stared at the road.

"Close your legs, princess. Wouldn't want the two of us fucking until morning in the middle of nowhere."

eudaimaniacs - 2024

[lovelywetdreamer]

Nightcrawler Smut

Nightcrawler is an exhibitionist. He will fuck with the door wide open. He doesn't care about getting caught. He will be so loud with his moans. He wants to get caught because if somebody does it he can just teleport away.

Nightcrawler doesn't mind biting you, but when he hits his high he can't help but sink his fangs into your shoulder. (Secretly a dream of mine to be bitten by him).

Nightcrawler always prays for forgiveness after he fists his cock at the thought of you. You could be doing nothing but smile at him in his fantasy. That all needs to cream his hand.

His favorite position is doggy style. He loves it a little too much. He can't control power when you are squeezing him tight. He accidentally teleported you to Wolverine's room one time.

Nightcrawler will twirl his long tongue inside your creamy cunt. He won't stop until you cum all around his tongue.

Nightcrawler loves when you bite him back. It stroke his eager when you can't keep your mouth to yourself when he is hitting it right.

Nightcrawler was a pure virgin until you guys got hitched. You're the first person who touched, tasted, and enjoyed him. Nightcrawler was a sweaty mess when he tried to unclip your bra.

Nightcrawler is one teleport away. If you are feeling needy in a movie theater, he can teleport himself between your thighs. A long, wet tongue trancing the outline of your damp panties.

Nightcrawler will use his tail bind your arms together as he snapped his hip into yours.

Both sweating and gasping for airs. Nightcrawler falls asleep on your breasts while his cock is still inside your sloppy cunt.

[s1ckh1mb0]

Cw// CNC, Logan’s a little mean but reader likes it. Reader and Logan matching each other freak fr

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Logan had been gone for hours at a time almost every day for a week. Everyone, including you had worried about him so you decided to be the unlucky soul to go check on him. When you knocked on his door you could a annoyed groan. The door of his room swung open and you seen Logan looking at you with a snarl.

“Leave. I don’t feel like dealing with you”

He mumbled with his voice strained.

“Well hi to you too dickhead. I had to make sure you weren’t fucking dead yet.”

His eyes narrow, his snarl growing more aggressive as he notices the worry and concern on your face. He looks away, his jaw clenched in frustration.

"I said leave, damn it. I don't need your concern or your presence here. Just go."

“Jesus what the fuck is your problem?”

A low grow erupted in his throat, his hands clenching into fists. He's on edge, his body taut with tension.

"You think I don't know that you're worried about me? That you've all been moping around like a bunch of sad puppies? Well, guess what?"

“The fuck crawled up your ass and fucking died? I just came to check on you.”

He looks at you, his eyes shining with a mix of anger and frustration.

"Why do you care? What's in it for you? Huh? Do you get some sick satisfaction out of being everyone's savior?"

“Man you have a target on your back more than anyone else, we just was making sure you didn’t croak on us.”

His anger boils over, and he jumps off the bed, storming towards you.

"Get out! Now! Before I... Before / do something we'll both regret."

"Okay okay, fuck man. you're like a damn girl with your pissy attitude."

He stops in his tracks, staring at you with a mixture of shock and anger.

"What did you say?"

Before you can even react to his question he grabs your collar and pushes you against the wall.

"Ugh, the hell logan?!"

His face is inches from yours, his breath hot against your lips.

"You called me a girl? With a pissy attitude?"

He snarls, his grip on your collar tightening.

"I'll show you a pissy attitude, you fucking idiot."

He shoved you hard against the wall, his large hands on either side of you.

"The fuck is your problem?! you're acting like I don't talk like that you all the time."

“Well, maybe I'm tired of your smart mouth! Maybe I'm tired of you always having a comeback for everything!"

He's so close, his body pressed against yours. His voice drops to a whisper. You groaned as he pressed himself between your legs causing them to be on each side of his waist. His voice becomes hoarse, his breathing heavy.

"Shh...”

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath against your skin.

"I need... I need to...”

He trails off, his hips bucking against you, his movements jerky and urgent.

"F-fuck, what are you doing?"

He doesn't answer, too caught up in his own emotions to form words. He just keeps pressing himself against you, his hands gripping your arms tightly.

"I can't- I can't stand it...”

He mumbled,biting down on your neck, marking you with his teeth. A quiet groan left you as he lifted you up by your thighs, pressing a kiss on your Adam’s apple.He carries you to the bed, tossing you down on the mattress. He climbs on top of you, his eyes wild and unfocused.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...”

He mumbles, his hands shaking as he starts to unbuckle your belt. "

"Logan? shit what are you doing?"

He ignores your question, his focus solely on his own needs. Unzipping your pants, his hands cold against your skin.

"I need... I need this. I need you.”

He pants, his face contorted with desire and need. He buries his face between your thighs. I gasped as his tongue brushed against my clothed cock

"Mm Logan, shit."

He ignores your pleas for him to stop, his mouth working furiously on your pants. He yanks them down, along with your underwear, and then his mouth is on your dick, sucking you hard and fast. Making sloppy, wet noises as he devours you, his hands gripping your thighs tightly.

"Wait- shit."

You groaned and bit your lip as your hands flew to his hair. He grips your wrists tightly, pinning your arms above your head.

"No hands.”

He grunted against your flesh, the vibrations sending shocks through your body. He tightens his grip on your thighs, spreading your legs wider as he continues to feast on you.

He's like a man possessed, his face buried between your thighs as he sucks you off aggressively. You threw your head back as your thighs closed around his head. He grunts against your flesh, his fingers digging into your thighs painfully. He lifts his head briefly, his voice hoarse as he commands,

"Open up.”

He pushes your thighs apart again, his hands shaking with need and desperation

"Ah fuck! wait Logan stop, m' gonna cum."

He ignores your warnings, his mouth working even faster. He wants to taste you, to swallow you down. He wants to mark you as his. He doubles his efforts, determined to make you come in his mouth. His own pants are soaked, his erection pressing painfully against his jeans. You cried out and tried to push his head back. But he's relentless, his arms wrapped tightly around your thighs as he continues to suck you off. He can feel you getting closer, your body tensing and your breathing hitching. He moans encouragingly, the vibrations sending you over the edge.

"Fuck fuck fuck."

Your hand covered your mouth as you came inside his mouth. He swallowed every drop, his hands tightening on your thighs. He lifts his head slowly, his face shiny with saliva and your release. He licked his lips clean, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I'm not done with you yet.”

He growled, his hands reaching for his own pants.

"Logan, fuck give me a minute."

You grunted as he climbed on top of you, throwing your leg over his shoulder. He leans down and kisses you hard, his tongue pushing into your mouth. You can taste yourself on him. He grinds his hips against yours, his breath hot against your face.

"No more waiting.”

He growls, his hands busy unbuckling his own belt.

"I need you now.”

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Yeah I was definitely on something while writing this, part two coming eventually😭

Update- part two is posted guys

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[logansargeantsbabymom]

Bar Realizations

Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

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I had always known I was different. From the time I was little, strange things happened around me. Objects moved without cause, emotions surged uncontrollably, and the whispers in my head never ceased. When I discovered the full extent of my powers, I knew I needed help—someone who could guide me. That's when I met Charles Xavier.

He was young, kind, and immensely powerful. His ability to control and influence minds was unparalleled, but it was his patience and understanding that drew me in. He offered to help me harness my abilities, and I accepted, desperate to gain control over the chaos within me.

The process was grueling. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, filled with intense training sessions, meditation, and mental exercises. There were moments when I wanted to give up, when the weight of my powers felt too heavy to bear. But Charles was always there, encouraging me, pushing me to my limits, and teaching me to master my abilities. Over time, our relationship deepened. I found myself drawn to him, not just because he was my mentor, but because of who he was—compassionate, intelligent, and incredibly attractive.

One evening, after a particularly challenging session, Charles suggested we take a break. “How about we go out for drinks? Just the two of us,” he said, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

My heart skipped a beat. Was this a date? Did he feel the same way about me as I did about him? Trying to contain my excitement, I agreed, and we made our way to a cozy bar in town.

The atmosphere was perfect—dim lights, soft music, and a sense of intimacy that made my pulse quicken. We sat at a corner table, and for a while, everything felt perfect. We laughed, talked about everything and nothing, and I felt closer to him than ever before.

But then, she appeared. A tall, confident blonde with a predatory smile. She sauntered over to our table and immediately latched onto Charles, ignoring my presence entirely. “Hey, handsome,” she purred, placing a hand on his arm. “Mind if I join you?”

Charles tried to gently extricate himself from her grasp. “Actually, we’re on a date,” he said, nodding towards me.

The blonde glanced at me and scoffed. “Yeah, right. Like he’d ever go out with you.”

The words stung, and anger flared within me. How dare she dismiss me so easily? I felt a surge of energy, the familiar tingle of my powers awakening. Discreetly, I focused on her, channeling my emotions into a subtle spell. Suddenly, the blonde started babbling, spilling embarrassing secrets about herself.

“I can't believe I lost my job today,” she blurted out, her eyes wide with horror. “And my ex dumped me because I cheated on him. Oh my god, why am I saying this?”

She turned and fled, humiliated, leaving Charles and me alone once more. I felt a pang of satisfaction, but it was short-lived. Charles turned to me, his expression serious.

“Did you use your powers?” he asked quietly.

Guilt washed over me, and I nodded. “I’m sorry. I just... I don’t know. I felt jealous, possessive. I wanted you all to myself.”

Charles sighed and suggested we head back to the school. The drive back was silent, the weight of my actions pressing down on me. Had I ruined everything? As we pulled up to the mansion, I couldn’t bear the silence any longer.

“Charles, I’m sorry,” I said, my voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to lose control. I just... I care about you so much, and seeing her with you made me feel... threatened.”

He remained silent, his face unreadable. As we entered the mansion, I turned to head to my room, wanting to escape the shame and disappointment I felt.

But then, I heard his voice in my mind. “Y/N, I’m not mad or disappointed. In fact, I’m feeling quite the opposite. That was the hottest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

I stopped in my tracks, my heart racing. Turning around, I saw him standing there, a faint smile playing on his lips. Before I knew it, Charles closed the distance between us, his lips crushing against mine in a passionate kiss.

My body responded immediately to his touch, my desire for him igniting like wildfire. I moaned into his mouth, my hands roaming over his strong chest as I returned his kiss eagerly. Charles' taste and touch were addictive, and I already knew I would never get enough of him.

Guided by pure instinct, Charles backed me up against a wall, his lips never leaving mine as he reached behind me to open a nearby door. Still kissing me deeply, he backed us into his bedroom, our mouths fused together.

Breaking the kiss briefly, Charles growled softly, his breath hot against my ear, "Get on the bed, baby." His voice was thick with desire, and I felt my core clench at the commanding tone he was taking with me. I wanted him to take control, to show me just how much he wanted me.

I did exactly as I was told, my heart pounding in my chest as I climbed onto the bed and looked up at Charles expectantly. He reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and discarding it, revealing his muscled chest and abs.

My mouth watered at the sight, my eyes roaming over his defined body as I licked her lips subconsciously.

Charles kicked off his shoes and undid his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, his hard length springing free. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, and my pussy clenched at the sight, my own clothes feeling too tight and restricting.

"Take your clothes off for me, baby," Charles demanded, his voice hoarse as he watched her intently. "Show me that beautiful body."

I sat up, my hands shaking slightly as I lifted my top over my head, revealing my lace bra and the swell of my breasts. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans, shimmying out of them, and then slowly stepped out of my panties, now completely naked and on display for Charles.

He groaned, his eyes raking over my body, taking in my breasts and smooth pussy. "You're fucking gorgeous, you know that?" He took a step closer, reaching out to trail a finger along my inner thigh, his touch sending shivers through me.

"Charles..." I whimpered, my voice filled with need. I had spread my legs slightly, inviting him to touch me where I wanted and needed it the most.

As if reading my mind, Charles smiled wickedly, lowering himself between my thighs. He nuzzled my creamy thighs with his face, placing soft kisses along my sensitive skin as he made his way closer to my core.

I sighed, my hands threading through his hair as I savored the feel of his lips and tongue on my skin.

"Mmm, you taste so sweet," Charles murmured against my pussy, his warm breath teasing me. He kissed my inner thighs again before finally zeroing in on my center, his tongue snaking out to lick a long, slow stripe along my slit.

I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily as I felt his tongue swipe through my folds, collecting my essence. "Oh God, Charles!"

Encouraged by my reaction, Charles gently gripped my thighs, spreading me open further to give him better access. He swirled his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, he inserted two fingers into my dripping core, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot inside me.

"Fuck, yes!" I moaned, my body writhing on the bed as Charles ate me out with skill and enthusiasm.

My hands grasped the bedsheets as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure washing over me. Charles devoured me eagerly, clearly enjoying the sweet nectar I was offering him.

It didn't take long for me to climax, my walls clenching around Charles' fingers as I cried out his name.

Charles hummed in satisfaction, licking and lapping up my juices as I rode out my orgasm. But he didn't stop there, continuing to work his magic with his tongue and fingers until I was trembling with sensitivity.

"Please... I can't take any more," I panted, my body still throbbing from the intense orgasms. "I need to taste you now."

With a grin, Charles withdrew his fingers and tongue, giving me a moment to catch my breath. Then he climbed up the bed, positioning himself above me. I reached for his throbbing cock, wrapping my hand around the shaft and stroking him slowly as I guided him to my waiting mouth.

I swirled my tongue around the engorged head, tasting the salty pre-cum before taking him deep into my mouth. Charles hissed, his hips bucking slightly as he threaded his fingers through my hair, gently guiding me as I sucked him off.

I took my time, swirling my tongue around his length, sucking and bobbing my head as I looked up at him through my lashes. I loved the power I felt in this position, knowing that I could bring this strong, powerful mutant to his knees with just my mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N... that feels so good," Charles groaned, his hips picking up a slight rhythm as he gently fucked my face.

I hummed in response, the vibration making Charles grit his teeth. He couldn't hold back anymore; he wanted to feel the tight heat of my mouth around him as he came. With a low growl, he began to thrust into my mouth, his pace quickening as he chased his release.

"Fuck my face, Charles," I moaned, loving the feel of his hard length sliding between my lips. "Cum for me."

my dirty words sent Charles over the edge, and with a hoarse cry, he spilled down my throat, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into my eager mouth.

I savored the taste of him, swallowing every drop he gave me as he rode out his intense orgasm.

We lay together for a moment, catching our breath, before Charles gently withdrew from her mouth, a satisfied smile on his face. "You are amazing, baby."

The comment made me blush, a happy warmth spreading through me as I reached up to kiss him. "Your turn to lay back and enjoy the ride."

With a twinkle in his eye, Charles lay back on the bed, his hard cock standing proud as he watched me straddle him. I smiled wickedly, reaching for a condom from the bedside drawer before rolling it onto him with ease.

I took my time, rubbing my slick folds against his length as I teased us both. Charles hissed, his hips bucking slightly as he tried to urge me down onto him. "Tease," he accused playfully, reaching up to tweak my nipples, making me gasp.

"Impatient," I retorted, aligning myself with him before slowly sinking down, taking him deep inside me. We both groaned, I threw my head back as I savored the feel of him stretching me.

Charles' hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I began to ride him, my tits bouncing with each bounce.

The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room as I picked up the pace, my hips moving in perfect rhythm. Charles thrust up to meet me, his hands squeezing the flesh of my ass as he helped to guide me onto him.

"You feel so good, baby," Charles panted, his eyes closed in ecstasy. "So wet and tight."

I moaned, my head falling forward as I got lost in the sensations. Charles' cock hit all the right spots inside me, and I could feel my orgasm building already.

Reaching between us, I started to rub my clit in tight circles as I rode him harder, my breath coming in short gasps. "Oh, fuck... I'm gonna cum, Charles."

"Cum for me, baby," Charles urged, his voice thick with his own desire. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock with that tight pussy."

As if on cue, my walls clenched around him, my juices flowing as I cried out his name. Charles groaned, his hips snapping up to meet mine as he thrust into me one last time, spilling himself into the condom.

Our bodies shuddered together as we rode out our intense, mutual orgasm.

Collapsing onto his chest, I felt Charles' arms wrap around me, holding me close. We were both sweaty and sticky, but the post-coital glow and the feeling of satisfaction made it all worth it.

"That was incredible," I murmured, placing a soft kiss on his chest.

Charles smiled, his hand gently tracing invisible circles on my back. "It certainly was. But we're not done yet."

I lifted my head to look at him, a mischievous glint in my eye. "Oh, really? And what did you have in mind?"

Charles' gaze darkened with desire. "I want to try something different. Something a little wilder."

Intrigued, I bit my lip. "Like what?"

Charles rolled them over, pressing a kiss to my neck. "You'll see," he whispered, his hand reaching down to stroke my slick folds. "But first, I want to taste you again."

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[dinogoofymutated]

NSFW! Cable/AFAB!Reader

Alright! Last time this one will be posted lol. Thanks everyone for being patient with me, I know Cable isn't exactly a fan favorite compared to the other characters I write for on this blog, so I appreciate everyone being cool while I've been finishing this :) If you'd rather read the SFW version, You can find it here :) also, This fic has come callbacks to the previous cable fics I've written, So I'd recommend you read/Reread that one first! TWS: MDNI!!! Jealousy, creepy men, we choose the bear and the bear is Cable. Slight miscommunication, but healthy talks happen. PNV sex, fingering, dirty talk. Usage of pet name "pretty girl". Raw sex, wrap it bf u tap it guys.

    The bar is busier tonight than you’ve ever seen it. It’s humid, stuffy, and overly loud with all the warm bodies packed into the small space. You’ve never been one for crowds, but you know for a fact that Cable is certainly not a people person.

    The two of you had been crammed into a corner booth for about an hour and a half, originally having come to the bar to meet a contact that never ended up showing. Normally, the two of you would have gone home by now. It was your idea to stay and get something to eat, wanting to at least make some good with the newfound downtime. 

    You were comforted by the feeling of Cable’s keen gaze keeping an eye on you as you wove through the crowd, finding your way to the bar. You hold back a smile as you sit down, ordering some drinks for the two of you as you wait on the food. Eventually, you glance back at Cable and find him still staring at you, making eye contact as you send him a smile. You’re not surprised, but you raise a playful eyebrow at him. Cable, ever the protective grump, rolls his eyes at you in response, but you still spot the small smile he gives you when you send him a wink.

    “That beer for me, Beautiful?” The voice of a stranger cuts through your thoughts, and to be honest, you don’t even think he’s talking to you until you realize how close to you he is. He’s sat on the barstool next to you, leaning towards you like he can’t quite catch his balance. You make a face at him, nonchalantly moving Cable’s beer closer.

    “Last time I checked it wasn’t.” You say curtly. The man has a smile hiding behind his pout as he leans a little closer to you, oblivious to the way you casually recoil from him.

    “Oh c'mon, don’t play hard to get. I’m chill!” You can tell this guy is most definitely drunk, and you find yourself trying not to roll your eyes at him. If only he knew what kind of trouble he was in.

    “Sure you are. But believe me, my Husband is not.” You tell him. You're not married, but to be honest, you knew this guy wasn't going to leave you be if you left him with some vague label. Didn't matter anyway, however, the stranger laughs in your face, and his breath smells like alcohol and cheap cigarettes, a nasty combo that repulses you. You point back at the corner booth where the cable was sitting just a few minutes before, hoping that he’d at least back off at the sight of the six-foot hunk of muscle you call a lover. Unfortunately, He doesn't. 

    “What Husband?” The man says mockingly, and when you look at the booth you find yourself pointing at an empty seat. The sight lights a small flicker of anxiety in you, and your face falls as the man sets a hand on your shoulder and squeezes. It’s not there for long before the weight suddenly disappears. You snap your head around, feeling relief when you see the man’s wrist caught in Cable’s literal iron-clad grip. 

    “This Husband.” Cable grunts. 

    All of the blood drains from the stranger’s face in an instant, but it doesn’t take long for the attitude to come back. He tries to yank his arm out of Cable’s grip, but Cable’s arm doesn’t move an inch. To be honest, the sight kinda made you blush a little. Sure, you had seen Cable’s strength many times, but this… well. This was different. The guy starts to yank a little more aggressively, and all Cable has to do is clench his hand for the asshole to yelp and give up. You set a placating hand on his shoulder, and Cable glances back at you. His gaze softens, and he sighs before letting the guy go.

    “What’s your problem, man?” The stranger spits as he holds his bruised wrist. You had already gathered your things and was getting ready to get the hell outta dodge, giving Cable’s shoulder a hard pat as you desperately try to keep him from getting in a barfight. Cable is ignoring the guy, walking close behind you as you start to walk away.

    “ -s’ an ugly bitch, anyway.” The stranger mumbles under his breath, but not nearly as quiet as he should’ve. Cable stops in his tracks, wheels around, and slugs the guy with his left arm. There's a sickening crunch and the bar goes silent as the drunken stranger is violently knocked from his seat. Your first instinct is to scold Cable, but the guy had it coming anyway. You look around, and with every eye in the bar squarely on you and Cable, you decide you’ve definitely stayed past your welcome.

    “Ohhkay. Yeah, let’s go.” You tug on Cable's arm, practically dragging him away at first. You weren’t worried about the drunk, that guy sure as hell wasn’t getting up any time soon. To be honest, you were more concerned with the fact that you could never meet someone in this bar discreetly ever again. Yay. 

    The drive back to today’s apartment is silent, and you’re thinking too much about Cable, honestly. He’s not necessarily talkative himself, arms crossed in the passenger seat as he looks out the window. You send a nervous glance his way. You had called him your husband, and although it felt right in the moment as you tried to get another man off your back, you didn’t think that Cable would actually hear you. And boy, did he hear you. Sure, he responded… like he did. The memory of it almost makes your stomach flutter. Part of you wants to be absolutely delusional and just revel in the fact that he inadvertently called himself your husband, but what if he felt forced into it? What if he only said that so that you wouldn’t be caught in a lie? When you think about it, that had to be it. I mean, he was being overprotective in the first place, but he was just trying to defend you from unwanted attention. God- you just wish you could pull your thoughts together. Pick up the confusion and chuck it out the door.

    You drive on autopilot, and before you know it, you’re already “home”. Nathan splits off from you, going to change probably. The fact that he hasn’t really looked at you yet makes you even more anxious, but to be honest, you probably wouldn’t have noticed if he had. He wasn’t usually affectionate when he was high-strung, and you knew that, but still. You can't seem to let it go.  You’re curled up on the couch when Nathan joins you, fresh out of the shower and already in casual clothes. He gives you a little space as he sits, like he doesn’t want to startle you. He’s still as stoic as ever, but at least he doesn’t look angry. You’re itching to say something, to speak, and he can tell. 

    Nathan could feel your anxiety since the car, and no matter how badly he wanted to know why, he could tell that you needed a moment to get it out. He crosses his arms with a sigh. He didn’t consider himself a jealous man, but when that idiot at the bar started talking to you he just couldn’t stand it. He knows he blew your cover big time with that punch, but there would always be another crusty bar to go to. In all honesty, he was more concerned with your change in attitude. You receded into yourself in-between the bar and the car, and he didn’t want to know if he was the reason why. He wonders if he overstepped.

    “Sorry, by the way.” You finally manage to say. Nathan cocks an eyebrow at you.

    “For what?” He asks. You look away nervously, fiddling with your fingers.

    “For when I called you my husband back there. I know we’re certainty not… well, I was just scrambling and needed something concrete- and calling you my boyfriend felt weird so-” 

    “Take a breath.” You’re surprised as he cuts you off, feeling a little stupid as you try to collect yourself. There was so much you had been through, so much that you had learned how to handle, but this?? Why was it so hard to communicate feelings like this when you normally can communicate with him so easily on the battlefield? He was probably tired of your rambling.

    “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I get it. We wouldn’t have even had a problem if the guy had taken a hint.” Nathan says, pissed off at the thought of the guy putting his hands on you still. You glance at him, a confused look on your face as you lean back on the couch.

    “So…?”

    “So, don’t apologize. It’s not like I actually…” Nathan stops for a moment, and your heart skips a beat. “I didn’t mind it” He finishes.

    “Oh?... Oh.” You say, slightly taken aback. Nathan is flushed red, staring straight ahead as he avoids looking at you.

    “So we’re okay, right?” You ask.

    “Of course we are,” Nate responds immediately, without even thinking. He looks over at you finally, still blushing a little. You relax at that, having a bit of deja vu. You realize that one of you had moved closer during the conversation, and your sides were pressing together. Nathan’s hair is messy, the gell having washed out during his shower. You always liked how fluffy it was like this, and to be honest, you can't help but reach up and run a hand through his hair. He huffs at the action, a ghost of a smile on his face as he rolls his eyes at you, but he doesn’t stop you from doing it. He’s a bit too tall for you to comfortably reach, even sitting down. Your arm is getting a bit tired, but you don’t want to ruin a sweet moment like this one. After a minute of you debating what to do, Nathan sighs and pulls you into his lap. 

    “You think too much.” He says, closing his eyes. He brings one of your hands back up to his hair, encouraging you to keep going. You hadn’t expected the action, almost startled by it. Sure, it wasn't like you had never touched him before, but the two of you… you were still getting the hang of things. New changes, familiar feelings. It felt good to be this close to him, and for once you know that you don’t have to worry about your time together being cut short.

    “Does it bother you?” You ask quietly. “When I think too much?” Nathan hums, hands resting on your waist.

    “...No. You think more than anyone I’ve ever met. Your mind is always running about something or other. Really, I’d be more concerned if you weren’t thinking.” You notice a slight change in his demeanor during his last sentence, but you don’t comment on it. Instead, you find yourself admiring his face. Your hands shift down from his hair, rubbing your thumbs under his eyes, across his cheekbones. Your eyes drift down to his lips, and you can’t help but lean in and kiss him. He’s surprised for a moment, eyes flickering open and then shut as he cups the nape of your neck and kisses you back. You sigh into him, moving to straddle his legs as his left arm tugs you closer to him by your waist. The cold metal chills you through the fabric of your shirt, his thumb idly rubbing against you. 

    Both of you are out of breath when you separate, caught up in the unbreakable connection between the two of you. You look into his pretty brown eyes, and you want to say it. You want to say those little words so badly. But you know you shouldn’t. There was something about saying it that made everything a little too real, that made everything seem a bit too different. You want to say it, but you don't. You know he knows. You know- you hope he feels the same. It’s all you could ever hope.

    “Of course I do,” Nathan whispers, a look so similar to heartbreak on his face. Your eyes widen, once again not realizing his intrusion into your thoughts. Then again, maybe you were just so used to him lingering in the back of your mind that you didn’t notice anymore. You kiss him again. This one is slower, more intimate, more sensual, and he returns it in the same manner. You’re feeling a little sappy, but content just the same. Nathan finds himself in a similar well of emotions, hoping that next time he won't have to remind you for you to know it’s true. 

    Nathan kisses you again, and again. He drags his teeth across your lower lip before smoothing the skin with his tongue. You eagerly open your mouth, goosebumps forming on your skin as he takes the invitation. Both of his hands have moved down to your waist, squeezing the plush skin as the kiss begins to morph into something a little more intense than it originally was. You feel cold fingers start to drift under the fabric of your shirt for a split second before he shifts you to the side.

    Nathan begins to crawl over you, pressing your back onto the couch cushions as he keeps kissing you. He holds himself up with his left arm as the other one begins to slide further underneath your shirt. He’s completely caught up in you and the feeling of you against him. His kisses begin to trail down the side of your neck, and it’s like he knows every sensitive spot by heart. You tangle a hand in his hair again in an entirely different manner than you had done the last time. He shifts his weight so that his other arm has more room to work with. 

    The mood dies a little when your hair gets pinched by something. You let out a yelp of pain, and Nathan immediately recedes from you. You flinch at another tug, realizing that your hair has gotten caught in his metal arm. Nathan is wide-eyed as he leans up, untangling himself from you so that he can carefully tug your hair free. You sit up as he does, rubbing your sore scalp. He raises a hand like he wants to do the same but doesn’t. He makes a sour look at himself and his arm before he begins to lean away from you completely.

    “Sorry, I’ve overstepped,” Nathan says. Your stomach drops to your feet as you scramble to grab a hold of his shirt, keeping him close to you in a bit of an awkward position.

    “No!” You say, a little louder than you intended to. Nathan looks a you, more confused than surprised, like he couldn’t fathom why you were holding onto him, why you wanted him to continue.

     “I… I’m fine with… just-” You’re struggling to say it, flushed beet red at just the thought of what you’re trying to say. Eventually, you huff and give up, fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. You tug on it a little, but Nathan doesn’t move.

    “Don’t make me ask, Nate.” You say. His breath hitches. You bite your lip and his eyes catch on the sight. He catches himself before he gets a little too distracted, and glances away for a moment before making a decision.

    “Okay. But we're not doing this on the couch.” Nathan grumbles. He stands, pulling you up with him as he does so, and you can’t stop yourself from tugging him down for yet another kiss. He has to bend down to meet you, a little too tall to kiss you comfortably. It’s not much of a problem though, especially when the man you're kissing is strong enough to lift you into his arms like you're weightless. The kiss only breaks for a second as he lifts you up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around him as he walks to the bedroom. You realize just how much warmth had begun to pool at the change of position, feeling a wetness between your legs that you wonder if he can feel. 

    You don’t want to distract him as he carries you, but every time you pull away from his kisses he drags you back to him, biting and sucking on your lips in faux annoyance.  It’s like he already has the apartment mapped out in his mind, barely needing to look to navigate through it all. He doesn’t bother closing the bedroom door when he gets there, plopping you down on the bed before he’s crawling over you again, kissing your neck and collarbones as his hands drift underneath your shirt. His hand is rough and calloused compared to the plush skin he finds there, the metal of his other one cold and smooth. You swear it leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. 

    You clench your thighs together as he touches you, not quite used to the feeling. It’s been a while since anyone has touched you like this, and you find yourself completely overtaken by Nathan. He nips at the skin of your neck, and you gasp at the feeling. He continues to suck and lick at the spot, and when he’s done, he starts another one. You wonder if the man at the bar would have still approached you if you had been marked up like this before, wearing a purple, tender kind of jewelry that you’d only let Nathan give to you. You try to project the thought on purpose, hoping that he’ll pick it up. You think about everywhere else he could mark you, and Nathan curses as he sees the images in his mind as clearly as they appear in yours, a hand thumbing at your bra before it slides under you to unclip it.

    Nathan leans back as he takes your shirt off, the bra coming with it. You try not to shy up as he openly admires your breasts, watching as your nipple pebbles when he brings his cool left hand up to caress the skin. His eyes catch your own as he leans down to your chest, kissing a trail from your collarbones to the peak of your left breast. He sucks and nips at the soft, squishy skin, taking the nipple into his mouth after he had his fill. You let out a small noise of pleasure, gasping at the feeling of his tongue against the sensitive nub as his other hand lovingly caresses the other.

    Your hands wander up and down the expanse of his back, sliding under his pajama shirt. Nathan shudders as you gingerly slide your fingers over his scars, and the torn skin that marks the difference between man and machine. Your fingers follow the seam of scarring delicately, caressing the skin. You feel how his skin prickles, and wonder about the extent of his sensitivities before he nips a little harshly at your nipple to catch your attention. You wince at the feeling before he smoothes it over with his tongue. He kisses your breast one last time before he moves back to your lips. 

   You lean into the kiss with a hum, inviting him inside of your mouth as his hands trail down to your waistband. His thumbs hook underneath the fabric before he starts to pull it off of you, underwear included. He breaks from the kiss, wiping the trail of spit that connects your mouths. He leans back onto his knees, kissing down your stomach as he slides your pants off completely. His shirt is next to go, revealing the strong muscles that lie underneath. Your eyes trail down to the bulge in his pants, a certain kind of warmth forming in your chest as you realize that every part of him is intimidating. You feel yourself clench at the thought, spreading your legs shyly, inviting him to touch you where you want him the most.

    It’s like something in Nathan's snaps as he takes in the sight of you. Your flushed face, heaving chest. The marks he’s left across your upper body.

    “Fuck.” He practically growls as he grabs ahold of your thighs, dragging your core flush to his hips and grinding into you smoothly. You can’t help but moan in both pleasure and surprise at the sensation of his soft pajama pants pressing into your bare lips. He feels good against you, his hardness hot and aching to be inside of your warmth.

    “Please,” You gasp. “Please, Nate. I need you.” He curses again at the sound of your voice, his hips jerking into your own. 

    “Not yet. Beautiful.” He rumbles, Struggling to pull himself away from the steady grind. “-Can’t yet. Don’t want to hurt you.” You whine when he stops moving, and he leans forward to kiss you. You twitch at the feeling of his thick fingers sliding through your folds, collecting the wetness he finds there. Nathan groans, knowing just how much you want him from that simple action. He teases you, sliding the pads of his fingers down from your clit to the slit below it, circling your entrance before doing it all over again. You don’t have to say a word for Nathan to know you’re complaining. He chuckles at you, before slipping a finger inside.

    It’s thick. You knew it would be, but feeling it was entirely different. You break from the kiss with a moan as he curls the finger and catches that spongey spot inside of you. He moves his kisses to your cheek, and the spot below your ear as he has one arm keep your hips from jerking. He’s slow and thorough as he prepares you, a second finger sliding in with ease when he deems you ready for it. You knew he was good with his hands, but this was giving you a whole new definition of the phrase. The wet noises coming from you are almost embarrassing as he fingers you, hand absolutely soaked from your wetness already. He uses his other hand to start rubbing your clit, and the pleasure almost becomes too much.

    “Nathan.” You whimper his name, pleading with him. You needed him, badly. You didn’t want to cum yet, not without him inside of you, not without hearing his low groans and moans as you take him exactly like you were meant to. You clench around his fingers at the thought, and he hums as he pulls them away. 

    He pulls you up, switching the position so that you’re on top of him. You don’t hide the fact that you’re watching him as he finally takes off his pants, his cock slapping against his lower abdomen as it slips out of the waistband. You wait till he’s fully kicked them off before you begin to stroke him, twisting your hand at the head of his cock. He groans out your name, and another plume of fire lights inside of you as he does so. You really liked how that sounded, falling from his lips. 

    He’s just as thick as you thought he would be. Your hand can't wrap fully around him, red and straining. His cock twitches as you run your thumb across the slit, collecting the precum that was beading there. You're addicted to the noises falling from his mouth, giving him a slight squeeze to hear him moan again. 

    Nathan grabs your wrist gently when he's had enough, face flushed and breathing heavily. He helps you angle your hips over him, lining himself up with your slit. The head of his cock notches against you, and both of you want so desperately for him to be inside. There's a quiet - schlick- as he slides through that first ring of muscle, both of you moaning at the feeling.

    You take it slow while you're taking him in, circling your hips as You lower yourself down slowly. Fuck- this feels so much better than his fingers. You rest your head against his chest as you struggle to take him, even as wet as you are.

    His hands comfortingly slide up and down your thighs when he bottoms out. You take a moment to collect yourself, feeling a slight pinch with how deeply he fit inside of you. Nathan gives you time, pulling you into another breath taking kiss as you adjust.

    When you're comfortable, you begin gently rocking your hips against his own, feeling Nathan sigh against you. You're grinding your clit against his pelvis each time you rock, enjoying the added pressure against your sweet spot. You begin to work yourself into a pace, reveling in Nathan's groans as you bounce on top of him. 

    His cock is hitting all the right spots inside of you, his hands now gripping the flesh of your ass as he thrusts up into you with each stroke of your hips. He feels so unbelievably good, hot and heavy inside of you. 

    You desperately try to keep up as his thrusts pick up the pace, wanting all of him and more. But your thighs were staring to get sore, and your knees aching from the position. You tuck your head into the crook of Nathan’s neck, balancing yourself on him as a means to catch up, but you just can't. You slow your hips, catching your breath as Nathan continues to trust his hips. He's trying his best to slow down for you, absolutely lost in the feeling of your soft skin and wet cunt.

  “Come on, pretty girl. You can do better than that.” Nate says, making you moan in surprise as he gives you a particularly sharp thrust. You shake your head, pleading with him to just roll you over, take you at whatever speed he would like. He's hesitant at first but you're kissing his neck, nipping and sucking at a spot he doesn't remember being so sensitive.

    “Please, Nate.” You whisper into his ear, and he shivers, body stiffening under you. “Please,” 

    In less than a second, you're under him, legs on top of his shoulders as he thrusts into you wildly. His eyes are hooded, gazing at you lustfully as your breasts bounce with every movement. The sound of skin slapping on skin is loud and pornographic as his balls slap against you with his thrusts, the grunts and moans coming from the both of you not much better.

    Nathan brings a hand down to rub at your clit as his hips begin to stutter, closing in on his pleasure. Your hips jerk as he does so, quickly reaching that peak of white-hot pleasure yourself. He moans your name as your inner walls clench, back arching as you get closer- closer- so close-

    You call out for him when you cum, his hands holding you still by your hips as he ruthlessly fights to reach that peak of pleasure. You're clenching around him as you ride out your orgasm, and it's almost too much.

    Nathan pulls out of you when he cums, sticky streams of white splattering on your stomach. He grinds himself against you a few more times, coming down from the pleasure. Your legs have gone limp against him, boneless as you pant and tremble beneath him. Nathan kisses the inside of your ankles before he eases them down. 

    He leans above you, kissing you tenderly as he cleans you up with his shirt, having dragged the clothing into his hands with his telekinesis. When he's done thoroughly wiping you down, he falls beside you. He rolls you onto his side as he holds you tightly. He's pleasantly exhausted, looking at you in a way that you've never seen before. 

    His large hand comes up to rest against your neck, thumb running over the tender spots on your skin. You make a bit of a face at the soreness.

    “Those are definitely gonna bruise, aren't they?” You ask, somewhat weary of the marks now that the sexy excitement has worn off. Nate huffs a laugh.

    “Yeah.” He affirms. You pout at him as he brushes the hair out of your face, sighing in exasperation. To be honest, you didn’t mind it too much. Certainly not enough to be mad at him for it. 

    “Did you mean what you said earlier?” You ask, closing your eyes as you snuggle into him. Nathan’s hand rubs your back soothingly as you start to drift off.

    “Hm?”

    “Did you mean it. When you said you didn’t mind me calling you my husband.” Nathan is silent for a moment. You don’t quite have the energy to read into it like you would have before, but you're relieved when he speaks up.

    “...yeah” You smile at his answer, pressing a chaste kiss to his chest as you begin to fall asleep, content and wrapped in his arms.

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Awkward Situation- Alex Summers

Summary: You had originally gone to Alex's room for some help on some homework but finds herself in a completely different situation.

Word Count: 3.3k+

Warnings: smutttt, cursing, p-in-v, oral (m), throat fucking, fingering, sexy talkkkkk, fluff

Pairing/Characters: Alex Summers x mutant!reader

Prompt: "Hello there unlucky angel! I just read one of your X men works and wanted to make a request! Could I plz have an Alex Summers x Reader with the prompt - 88. “Did you just… finish?” (Also could you put it under the alex summers x reader tag plz?) TYSM!!!😍" - anon / “ if you still are writing for alex summers, could you do one using prompts: 88, 90, and 96 “- anon (90- “Get on your knees. Now.” 96-  “Do you know how bad I want you?”)

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I know I say that a lot but life is busy. I figured combining these two requests would help speed things up a bit. I feel like my boy Alex should’ve gotten more screen time:( anyways hope you enjoy you horny bastards.

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Y/N and Alex had a weird relationship. One minute they’re flirting up a storm, the sexual tension is high and you’d think that they’re gonna fuck right then and there, and the next minute it’s so awkward you just want to gauge your eyes out. That’s how it had been between the two since they arrived at the school for mutants. 

Y/N had never been afraid of Alex, unlike the rest of the new comers who thought his power was overly destructive, she never felt that way. His plasma beams were terrifying if you didn’t understand them, but Y/N understood them just fine. Her own mutant abilities included her being able to absorb radiation, whether chemical or something like Alex’s plasma beams, which made it easy for the two of them to start their friendship. 

Alex had certain feelings for Y/N since the day they met, but never wanted to tell anyone or even her just incase she didn’t feel the same way or a rumor started and embarrassed both of them. He’d spend his days thinking about what it would be like if she were his, what dates he could plan for the two of them, what their first kiss would be like. Alex was head over heels for this girl but was too scared to say anything. The boy would watch her from his window as she sat outside in the courtyard with her friends, studying and laughing. He like to watch her laugh, the way she smiled. It made his heart warm and fuzzy. 

Y/N was the same way, watching him outside with his brother or Hank, whether it was just him taking a leisurely walk or training, she was watching him. Obviously neither one of them knew that the other was watching, there were to oblivious to the fact that they both held feelings for one another. With as much tension that the two held between them, you’d think at least one of them would catch on eventually. 

That was not the case though. 

It wasn’t until one evening that Y/N had decided she wanted to spend some time to herself, read a book and chill in her room. The only catch was that the book she wanted to read was currently in Alex’s room since she had let him borrow it. Did he ever actually read it? No, it was just an excuse to see her. 

Putting on her fuzzy slippers, Y/N slipped out of her room and walked the hallways till she reached Alex’s room. Since he wasn’t a student, but not entirely a teacher either, he had his own room on the same level as most of the older students. As Y/N went to knock on his door she heard strange noises coming from inside the room, it sounded like moaning maybe? She wasn’t quite sure, but if that’s what it was then she didn’t want to interrupt, that would be extremely awkward. Y/N was about to walk away, give her friend his privacy, but when she heard him moan her name? She stopped dead in her tracks and couldn’t help but listen. He must’ve just been finishing from the sounds of it, which is why when she tripped over own two feet and made so much noise had he ended up opening the door.

Alex stood there, covered in a small coat of sweat, breathing heavily with his hair stuck to his skin. Before Y/N even realized what she was saying, the words were already coming out of her mouth. “Did you just... finish?” Not only were her cheeks burning from that question coming out so quickly, but she felt hot all over with a racing heartbeat, it felt like she had just run a mile. Just as Y/N was about to walk away and end this awkward situation until she felt Alex’s hand grab her wrist and pull her into his room. It smelled of stale air and just slightly of cologne. 

“How much did you hear?” He sounded out of breathe and a little worried. 

Y/N gulped slowly as her brain rushed with an excuse to make it seem like she hadn’t just heard him moan her name as he was jerking off. “I- uhm, I heard enough.” She refused to look him in the eyes now, it was just too weird. They were best friends.

Best friends who both had feelings for the other but was too scared to admit it.

“You’re lying.” Alex had now backed her up against the door. When did he even close that? Y/N’s back pressed against the door, Alex looming a little too close for the situation at hand. He wanted her to admit that she had heard him, that she heard him say her name. “Do you know how bad I want you?” His lips felt like they were just centimeters away from hers, she could practically taste him already. 

Y/N’s breathe hitched in her throat as she tried to make sense of what she just heard. She wasn’t hallucinating, was she? Alex really did just say that? Without another thought Y/N pushed herself off the door just enough to press her lips to his, finally connecting the two of them in a way that they had only dreamt of. Alex didn’t hesitate to pull her closer to him, his hands finding purchase on her lower back as he kissed her back. Their lips melded together, like they knew that’s where they were supposed to end up all along.

The kiss heated up quickly, their tongues dancing with the other as they explored the other’s mouth. Alex could taste her tea that she drinks at night, a bit of honey mixed in, while she could taste his cinnamon gum he had chewed on after dinner. It felt like forever before they had pulled away from each other, panting softly as they tried to compose themselves. 

Alex couldn’t help but move uncomfortably as he held Y/N, his hard on pressing firmly against Y/N’s thigh through his jeans. “Get on your knees. Now.” She did so without any question, falling to her knees in front of him with big doe eyes looking back up at him. She watched as he roughly pulled his sweatpants down, his boxers following shortly after. Y/N’s mouth went dry as she took in the size of his length. He was long and veiny, with a good few inches for girth. Alex watched with lidded eyes as Y/N moved her hands to his length, a bit of hesitancy lingering in her thoughts.

“Can I touch it?” Y/N didn’t dare to look up at Alex, she felt like a virgin seeing a dick for the first time again. The boy chuckled above her and nodded. Slowly Y/N wrapped her hands around his cock, using both of them to create friction against his aching length. She watched as pre-cum began to build up at the tip, to which she moved the pads of her thumb over the tip and rubbed it across the slit. Alex sucked in a breathe at the sensation, every fiber of his body going rigid as he let her play with his dick. After a moment of teasing him she got the the good stuff, moving her head forward and sucking the tip into her mouth and then ever so slowly inching it down her throat.

Alex felt like he was going to bust just at that alone, the feeling of her soft lips, her warm tongue lapping at the underside of his cock? It was an experience he never wanted to end. Though he wanted to start bucking his hips at his own pace, her throat like a fuck toy, he knew he couldn’t do that to her... yet. Y/N looked up at him through her lashes, eyes big as her mouth and throat were now completely stuff with his cock. She watched as his eyebrows knitted together once she started moving her head up and down, her tongue running against the underside of his cock and then to the tip when she’d come back up. Alex couldn’t help but thread his hands through her hair and help guide her movements, though it seemed as if she knew exactly what to do to get him to fall apart.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Alex grunted with his head tipping back in pleasure. He could feel her grin against his crotch, ever so pleased with being able to make the boy above her fall apart so quickly. His hips began to move on their own accord, thrusting in unison to match with her head bobbing up and down. She liked where she was at, seated underneath him and turning him to putty in her hands. Once she realized he was holding back she moved one of her hands onto his, squeezing it as a sign of trying to tell him to use her like he was wanting to. 

When Alex didn’t get the hint she took into her own hands and shoved his cock all the way down her throat, gagging slightly but not letting it stop her from holding him in place. That’s when he realized what she was saying without actually saying it. Finally letting himself go he thrusted rapidly into her mouth, his tip pushing past the back of her mouth every time. In no time he had her drooling and gurgling around his cock, face fucked with red cheeks and teary eyes. It was truly a magnificent sight, seeing the girl he had been dreaming about forever sitting prettily on her knees for him. 

Y/N let him use her face, her stomach tightening knowing that he was getting off on this and so was she. Her pussy constricted against nothing, the occasional rub of her panties and sleepwear against her clit causing her to moan against Alex’s cock. She desperately needed friction, anything to relieve the building ache in her core. Reaching between her thighs she pressed two fingers against her clothed clit, rubbing in tight circles to feel that spark of tension finally released. The moan she had let out caused Alex to look down at where her hand was at, the sight causing him to cum in her mouth without any warning. Y/N gagged at first, a bit surprised but then let the salty fluid fall onto her tongue. 

When Alex was done cumming down her throat he pulled out of her mouth and watched as she stuck her tongue out to show it to him, then pull the muscle back into her mouth swallow it, then show him her now empty mouth. Alex was hard again in no time, rushing to pull Y/N to her feet and ripping her sleepwear off of her. It didn’t take long for them both to be completely bare in front of each other, their bodies hot and covered in a thin layer of sweat. 

“Need to be in you, gonna fuck you so dumb you can’t even remember your own name.” Alex watched her legs rub together at his words, smirking to himself knowing that she need to feel him against her in any way possible. Without having to be instructed Y/N went and laid on the bed, sprawling herself in the sexiest way possible. If Alex wasn’t riled up already, he sure was now. “Think you need to be prepped a bit first, don’t want you hurting.” 

Alex moved between her legs, spreading them impossibly wide to get a look at the pussy presented to him. She was glistening, her slick nearly dripping down her hold and to the sheets. Alex rubbed her clit first, creating some stimulation before he inserted his pointer finger to get her started. 

The initial feeling of him touching her in her most private area had her eyes closing tightly, her hole clenching aimlessly. The feeling of his finger being inserted into her was already making her head fuzzy, her body accepting the intrusion quickly. Alex started with slow thrusts of his finger, making sure he felt every inch of her velvety walls. After a a minute or so of getting her used to one finger he added a second finger, watching her closely to make sure she wasn’t in any pain.

Y/N moaned a bit too loudly, instantly silencing herself by biting the inside of her cheek. Alex looked up to see her struggling to keep herself quiet. “So loud already, wonder what you’ll sound like with my cock in you.” Everything Alex was saying was making Y/N wetter by the second, surely dripping onto his sheets by now. Alex moved his fingers skillfully, scissoring them to stretch her opening as much as possible. 

“Alex please,” Y/N whimpered, “I can take it.” Could she really? She was about to find out. The blonde looked up at her, eyebrows raised at her.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or feel any pain.” Y/N let out a quick squeak of a ‘yes’ before she began to frantically nod her head. Alex chuckled before reaching into his side table drawers and scavenging for a condom. Once his fingertips brushed the plastic packaging he pulled it out and began to open it. Y/N waited patiently, though she was ready to pounce on him at any second from the anticipation, she didn’t want to ruin the moment. 

Alex moved himself back between her legs, being sure to run his hands up her thighs just to tease her more than he already was. She let out a whine of protest when he caressed her skin, her hips moving forwards as she tried to find any sort of friction or relief.

“Let me know if you feel any pain, okay?” Alex was slowly stroking himself as he nudged the tip against her opening, her juices instantly soaking the condom as he began to push into her. The gasp they both let out as they felt one another for the first time was a feeling neither of them wanted to end. Alex pushed more of himself into Y/N’s cunt, watching as she swallowed all of him up so easily. His eyes shut for a moment as he tried to calm his breathing, feeling as if he would bust the second he started to move. 

Letting out a shaky breathe he began to slowly move his hips, creating a steady pace to start out with. His hands were grasping Y/N’s hips, using them as leverage to thrust himself into her.

“Can- can you go faster?” Y/N gasped, her mouth hanging in a small ‘o’ shape as he body already began to shake. “Please, want you to go faster.” She looked up at the blonde with her pupils blown wide. The sight made his heart skip a beat, but his brain had no problem with working faster than he could comprehend. His fingertips dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he began to pound himself into her faster. 

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from letting out such a loud moan, her hands going down and grasping Alex’s wrists in pleasure. The faster pace had caused him to bury himself even deeper into her, hitting places inside her she didn’t know someone could touch. Alex grunted as he watched how blissed out the girl beneath him was. He was still in a bit of shock that he was fucking the girl he’s loved for so long now, it was like a dream and never wanted to wake up from it. 

Alex moved himself a bit, getting closer to Y/N as he pushed her knees to her chest and practically folded her in half. His cock was nestled deep inside her, still and throbbing against her velvety walls. “You feel so good,” Alex panted as he leaned down to kiss Y/N, their skin sticking together as they molded together. “Just wanna stay inside you forever,” He grunted as he began his brutal pace again, now putting more weight down on her body as he continuously slammed his hips against her ass cheeks. 

Y/N’s hands went from his wrists then up his arms, groping his biceps before they fell to her knees as she held her hands on top of his. Alex managed to intertwine his fingers with hers, holding her hands tightly as he moved in and out of her clenching walls. He felt so deep inside her she swore she was just going to be ripped in half by him. Not only was his cock brushing against that spongey spot inside her, but the sheer weight of him pressing on top of her body made her melt into the bed. 

Alex’s thrusts grew in speed as the two mutants began to reach their climaxes, their bodies covered in sweat with small beads falling onto the bedding and soaking the sheets in more ways than one. He watched the way Y/N’s face scrunched up with each thrust of his hips, the tip of his cock pushing itself against her cervix in the most painfully delicious way possible.

“Alex,” Y/N whined, her nails digging into the flesh of his hand, “I think I’m gonna cum,” Her little whines and gasps spurred Alex on, though he felt like he was about to cum as well, he wanted her to cum first. 

As if it were even possible, Alex pushed himself so incredibly deep into Y/N’s soaking pussy, his balls nestled nicely against her ass cheeks. The feeling of him so deep inside of her and twitching with every movement was the final straw for Y/N. She came undone on his dick, her hips jerking slightly as she clawed at his hands. It didn’t take too long before Alex was cumming into the condom, the feeling of Y/N’s walls clenching so tightly around his cock had him nearing his end as well.

Alex leaned down, wrapping Y/N’s legs around his torso as he pressed his body against hers. HIs forehead stuck to her skin, his hair a mess as it clung to him. The pair breathed heavily, relishing in the final moments of their ecstasy. He placed a soft kiss against her lips before he pulled himself away, gently easing his cock out of her abused cunt and discarding the condom into the trash bin. 

“That was unexpected.” Y/N finally said once the cloudiness had left her brain and Alex was laid next to her. He chuckled at her but nodded. “It was really good though, like really good.” Y/N chuckled to herself as Alex rolled his eyes playfully at her not so over exaggeration.  

Alex pulled the girl against his side, tucking her head under his chin softly. “I hope you know I don’t want this to be a one time thing, I want to take you out on a proper date and treat you the way you deserve to be treated.” Alex was starting to nervously ramble, so to ease his nerves Y/N kissed him softly. Luckily, it shut him up.

“I’d love to go on a date later on, but right now I just wanna cuddle.” She snuggled back into his side, her hands laying against his chest. Alex smiled to himself, his arms falling around her body as he held her. 

If this was a dream he never wanted to wake up.

[malavera]

Hugh Jackman stole my heart

I’ve known this man is soo fine, I think I wanna write about him as Logan Howlett aka, the Wolverine. Any one of my fellow Tom lovers, likes him too? 👻

[tinythebunni]

🐬🎀🫧

m thinking about logan with his controversially young black girlfriend! he’s always so hard because of you, never once taking eyes off your figure.

he follows you around da hairstore, picking up everything u put back down because it’s “too expensive!”

once you get to da register he puts all da items you put back up on da counter and shushes you when you complain! he doesn’t care about da $500 total, he just wants his baby to be happy!

he definitely makes you thank him when you get home though. he makes you bounce on his lap until your thighs are burning and your eyes well up with tears! little “uh uh” leave out your mouth and you’re sure your neighbors will hate you in da morning! but non of dat matters because your close and logan’s hand around your throat is making your head so fuzzy in all of da best way!

and when he finishes inside of you, he kisses your check and gets up 2 run you a bath! once your in da tub you try telling him dat he really didn’t have to buy you all of dat stuff!

but logan only squeezes your cheeks together and raises his eyebrow. “bought em because i wanted to. stop being a brat and thank ya daddy for spoiling you and fucking you just as good”

and you do! with an eye roll of course as you slump back down in da tub. but all he does is roll his eyes and grab your shampoo. all while mumbling about how you’re a brat <3

[innocentthouhts]

Arms held up above your head and bond together by a long blue tail and a silky red blindfold block your view. It was probably for the best because your little heart won't be able to contain itself in your chest. You felt the bed sank by your head. Something hot, fleshy, and hard touched your cheek. "Open up for him, babygirl." A deep voice appears out of nowhere. You know that voice. It was Logan ordering you to open your mouth. "Don't make Daddy repeat himself." Logan warning you.

You open your mouth nice and wide. The same fleshy thing you felt on your cheek travels to your mouth. A strange sweet and salty liquid hit your tongue. One taste and you were hooked. The forgein thing slowly inserted itself in your mouth by inch and inch. You could chock on it and be completely in bliss. You wrapped lips around it. You felt a blue tail loosing a little bit and a deep trembling moan response to your action. "F-fuck such a good girl." By the tremble in his voice, it was Kurt. How cute Kurt sound, you wanted make him feels extra good to the best of your ability.

Hollowing out your big puffy cheeks out and sucks harder on Kurty's thick cock. You tried to say you love sucking on his cock, but you were too busy gagging on it.

[specialgrades]

remy loves it when you wear pretty outfits. specifically ones with those sheer stockings and garter belts. he loves helping you put them on, loves leaving them on when the visual gets to be too much. it’s innocent, the soft white stockings with a matching garter. you go to take them off, desperate for his touch but he stops you. his drawl is thick and dark as he orders you to leave them on while he fucks you. the stockings get little rips in them from how hard he’s gripping your thighs. the edges of the stockings are littered with bruises, both from his mouth and his grip. something about it makes him feral, and who are you to complain when he’s fucking you like an animal in heat?

[eudaimaniacs]

cherry (old! logan howlett x female reader)

character/universe: logan howlett/wolverine (x-men/marvel)

word count: 1.7k words

warning/s: full-on smut (minors, dni). loss of virginity and age gap

notes: i have a headache from swimming yesterday but still managed to finish this in a day (so it's not proofread). i have tons of requirements to do so i may do an occasional small imagine once in a while. anyways, enjoy!

You started dating Logan six months ago, and when the conversation about sex came up, you shamefully admitted that you're still a virgin. You didn't want to look like a little girl to the older man since you knew that he had dated and slept with numerous women in the past. When you let out those three words of truth, you expected him to break up with you. However, Logan smirked and remarked how he hadn't fucked a virgin for a long time.

So, it was a matter of waiting for you to lose your virginity to Logan.

You went to your close friends for sex advice. They weren't experienced with the topic but teased that you're going to fuck an old, attractive man. With a few good luck, you readied yourself for the day Logan will take your virginity. You didn't bother searching online since watching porn made you cringe. Additionally, the boys you dated were either clueless or too eager only fuck you. Logan wasn't like them; he cared and didn't date you because you were innocent and pretty.

One night, when you stayed at Logan's house, you decided to lose your virginity finally. You wore a white lace-trimmed tank top with black pajama shorts. You used the cherry lipgloss you bought for this occasion to make the night extra special. Logan donned the wifebeater tank top you loved. His salt-and-pepper hair and beard made him extra sexy, or maybe it was the age gap.

You two cuddled on the queen-sized bed you cleaned before this night. The softness of the pillows and the blankets didn't lessen your anxiety. With you touching his chest and Logan snaking his hand around your waist, you waited for the opportunity to bring up the conversation about sex again.

"Logan, honey? I have something to ask you," you whispered as you scratched his chin.

The older man hummed in agreement as he waited for your question.

Finding the right words, you blurted out, "Are you ready to have sex with me tonight?" With wide eyes and a beating heart, you hoped Logan wouldn't notice your nervousness.

He chuckled and kissed your cheek. Logan remarked, "I'm ready when you are, princess."

Your gaze softened as Logan agreed to have sex with you. However, it dawned on you that you didn't know how to start. Were you supposed to pleasure Logan first, or is he the one who should do it first? Should you take off your clothes when does it too? Who goes first? Who comes second? Your mind raced with the inexperience you didn't bother to fix.

"What's the matter, [Y/N]?" Logan noticed that you weren't taking action. You didn't want to admit you didn't know what to do. What if Logan wasn't attracted to your inexperience? What if he hated how awkward you are at initiating sex?

You took a deep breath before admitting to Logan, "I'm n-not too s-s-sure what to do, Logan. I tried to, you know, do my research about sex. S-so I'm sorry if I seem to be aw-"

Logan cut you off before finishing to tell him the truth. He sat up and rested on the headboard. The older man commanded you to take a seat on his lap. You quickly followed and rested your head on his chest. The beat of his heart assured you that Logan would be understanding about your anxiety about sex.

"It's okay, [Y/N]. You don't have to worry about having sex for the first time. I'm here to guide you. Remember when I told you how I hadn't fucked a virgin for a long time? I want your first time to be special, [Y/N]," Logan softly whispered as he caressed your back to relieve you.

You giggled and raised your head to kiss his neck gently. Logan chuckled at your sudden, playful attitude after assuring you everything would be okay. You pushed up your chest against his, and the older man seethed as he saw your breasts.

"Look at you now. You're now teasing me with your boobs. I thought you were nervous," Logan chuckled as he massaged your butt. You gave him a beck before replying, "Maybe you cast a spell on me, honey. I got a bit fired up with that sweet talk you did."

Logan lifted your chin and saw your glossy eyes accompanied by the cherry lipgloss. Your innocence, mixed with playfulness and the cute face and outfit you had, made Logan's heart race. He couldn't believe that you trusted him to be your first time. His rough, veiny hands caress your shoulder as he toys with the thin strap of your top. Your breath hitched up at the older man's soft and sensual action. You touched his chest to support yourself and felt your pussy wanting to be touched.

You slowly rubbed your clothed vagina on his black denim jeans as Logan went under your top to grope your breasts. You let out a shaky moan as you chased your high. Logan smirked as he saw your face contorting at the newfound pleasure.

"Let me do something, princess. Lay down for me," Logan grabbed your thighs, leading you to stop rubbing your pussy against his jeans. You were unsatisfied that he prevented you from chasing your climax. However, you were equally excited about what he would do next. You lay down on the bed as Logan told you and waited for his following action.

Logan kneeled at the end of the bed and asked, "May I take off your shorts, princess?" His rough hands caress the softness of your covered thighs. You slowly nodded, not wanting to keep Logan waiting for your response. He chuckled and reassured you that he would always be patient with you. You felt Logan sliding off your black pajama shorts, and you lifted your legs for him to take it off easier. The older man sucked his teeth as the sight of your lacy pink panties appeared.

Your heart was beating fast since you were one undergarment away from exposing your pussy. Logan pushed the fabric to the side and smelled your arousal. Sweet. He slowly circled your clit and licked your pussy to taste you. Logan moaned as he ate you; he wanted to do it fast as he had never tasted a virgin pussy before. However, knowing this was your first time, he took it slow. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation of Logan's tongue pleasuring you. You grabbed the bedsheets and screamed his name.

As you felt your stomach twisting, Logan stopped and wiped his lips coated with your arousal. You curved your eyebrows in disappointment as Logan continued teasing you. You whined about how he should stop it and remarked that you wanted to orgasm badly. Logan grabbed the hem of your tank top, telling you to take them off. He fondled your breasts and kissed you.

Logan shushed you and whispered, "I'm only prepping you, princess. I'm now going to give you the real thing." He stood up and unbuckled his belt for his massive penis to escape. You gasped at the length of it. How is it going to fit you? You were both hungry and scared of the enormous cock staring at you.

"Don't worry, [Y/N]. I'll take it slow, and you tell me if I need to take it out. Got it, princess?" Logan stared at your lust-filled eyes, waiting for your approval. You whispered a soft yes as you braced yourself for his length to push in. Logan grabbed your hips as he slowly entered inside of you. Your eyes suddenly opened at the foreign sensation penetrating you.

You let out a few tears but remained strong as you didn't want to embarrass yourself by tapping out. Logan saw it and whispered, "[Y/N], are you okay? Do I need to take it out?"

You shook your head and responded, "I'm okay, Lo. I need to adjust a bit to your length." Logan heartily chuckled as he rested his head beside your neck. You hugged his back and waited for the pain to subside. Taking a deep breath, you let out a small moan, signaling Logan to pick up the pace.

Logan started to thrust slowly and made sure that you weren't crying because of the pain. He lifted himself and pounded you. You grabbed his chest as you felt the shape of his dick molding your pussy. You screamed his name and told him how good it felt. Logan saw your bouncing tits and squeezed them.

"Lo-Logan, please kiss me. P-please, I need you to kiss me," you panted as you grasped the sheets. Logan leaned in to passionately kiss you. He tasted the sweetness of cherry lipgloss and let his tongue in. You scratch his back as you feel your high coming.

"I'm a-about to-fuck. I'm cumming, Logan!" You screamed as the older man quickened his pace to reach his high, too. You cried out pleasure as you felt his dick growing inside of you.

Logan hungrily kissed your neck and groaned at the sensation of your tightness. He went wild as he sensed his orgasm chasing him. You grabbed his hair to brace yourself from the immense pleasure coming.

"Let go, princess. Fuck, I'm close too. Come on, princess. Cum for me," Logan moaned as he quickly pounded for the two of you to release. You felt a wave of pleasure crashing over you as Logan did one effective thrust. You screamed out his name as your legs went numb at the pleasure.

Logan stayed inside of you as he released his cum inside of you. He pulled out to see the sheets stained with blood and your once-virgin pussy leaking with his cum. The older man kissed your forehead and grabbed a towel at your dresser to clean you up.

"How was it, princess? Was it good?" Logan asked as he gently wiped your thighs. You sat and rested your head on the board to look at him better.

You giggled and replied, "That was the best, Logan. I couldn't have asked for anything better." He softly grinned and leaned in to give you a soft, deep kiss. Logan savored the sweet taste of the cherry lipgloss. You hummed as he continued kissing you. And as the night became darker, the two of you slept soundly as the imprint of your gloss and virginity marked Logan and his warm cum filling you.

eudaimaniacs - 2024

[nitewingbabi]

Control | II

pairing ; Charles Xavier x Reader

summary ; After your disappearance and hearing nothing everyone decided it was time to go on a mission to find you. They didn't know where to exactly start but as you came to Charles started to receive hints on where you could be. 

He was just hoping he wasn’t too late. 

warnings ; swearing, assault, blood, starvation, torture, sexual references 

read chapter I here

writers note ; here is the next part to one of my first pieces! 3.3K, I’m trying not to drag out too much. let me know what you think!! 

Your laugh bellowed off the walls, your body flush against Charles’s as you both laid underneath the window with the sun beaming onto your skin. Finger intertwining with each other’s as hushed whispered and words were exchanged. 

His eyes never left yours, once again he took in your features with admirations. Oh to be so innocent to the world. 

“I want to try something.” You giggled, a smirk growing on Charles’s lips as you moved from beside him to on top of him. Your perfect naked body was everything to him, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. 

“What would you like to try love?” He asked pulling your face down to just a short gap away from his. His lips not quite meeting yours. 

“Close your eyes.” You whispered and he did, allowing you to surprise him what you were intending to do. 

A smile still perched on his lips, your hands came to rest on his chest, slowing working their way up. Until they had clasped around his neck firmly. It was uncomfortable but Charles remained calm. Letting out a half-heartedly chuckle as his hands came to meet yours. 

With using little force he tried to pry your hands off his neck, feeling your grip on start to tighten and push harder against his neck until your hand slipped right against his throat. His eyes widened, meeting your dark ones as you continued to apply more and more force. He gasped and thrashed, less and less air being able to get through and his veins beginning to throb. 

He clutched at your forearms in an attempt to try and push you off but it was no use. 

Before anything else could happen Charles was started awake, dripping with sweat and his heart racing. The moonlight shone through his window onto him, and he looked around the room for you. Part of him knew you wouldn’t be there but he still hoped you were. 

He could sense something, he wasn’t quite sure what it was though. Pressing two fingers against his temple he made another attempt to try and contact you. To find you. To find anything that could trace back to you. But there was still nothing. 

Charles laid back down, but he didn’t sleep. He couldn’t. 

Ten days. It had been ten days since they last heard anything from you. Charles would spend countless hours locked away in his study trying to find you. Cursing and throwing things around out of anger each time he failed. 

Everyone was afraid to even go near his office to approach him. 

“We need to do something, before he loses it.” Raven said sipping at her tea, Erik’s face covered in guilt. 

“Y/n mentioned something to me the other night, and I think it’ll help us get an idea to where she may be.” He spoke up, all eyes on him now. Hank’s brows furrowed as he mentally questioned what Erik and you had spoken about. 

“She—she told me how she wanted to be like us. A mutant. And with the recent disappearances, maybe she went to find a way to become one. It’s not unheard of, and if I’m being honest she sounded dedicated to doing what she needed to do. She said that if the opportunity came along, she’d take it in a heartbeat.” 

It sounded like a lie, and everyone was skeptical about Erik’s personal account about it. 

“He’s right.” No one had even heard Charles leave his study until he was standing in the door frame, covered in sweat. His clothes hugging his body, he hadn’t showered or shaved since the day you left. 

“Y/n…y/n had the desire, but she wouldn’t do it herself. She wouldn’t just abandon us when she knew she had a mission. There’s something else at play here and we need to find out soon what it is. We’re running out of time.”

Your eyes could barely open, your body so numb you couldn’t move a muscle. It was daylight, or just becoming due to the colours of the sky. Which was all you could see. 

Tree tops in your view and clouds passing by, birds singing to the morning sun and welcoming a new day. 

Your vision was still blurry and you felt faint and dehydrated. Your head was throbbing and your throat was sore from lack of liquid. 

You could hear muffled voice just past the ringing in your ears and you tried to make out to your best what they were saying. They began to become more clearer the more awake you were. 

A blurry face coming into your view finally and you could just make out some of the features on their face. It was a man from what you could tell. 

“She’s awake.” Was all he said before disappearing from your view once again. You began to wiggle as much as you could to get your limbs to start working again, wincing at the discomfort and cramps you were experiencing. How long was I out for?

You were finally able to lean up onto your elbows, wincing as your head was still throbbing and trying to take in your surroundings. As soon as you did, it hit you. This was it. This was the camp everyone had been talking about. 

You saw a group of mixed men and females marching over to you, all dressed in some kind of black and leather suits. In an attempt to get away from them you used any strength you had finally gathered to drag your body across the ground and get away. It was no use though, and you knew it. A handful of your hair was grabbed, throwing your neck back ripping a scream from your throat and tears already welling in your eyes. 

“P-please! Please! Don’t! Please let me go! Please!” You made an attempt to get them to just leave you alone, but they weren’t going to listen. 

“What a pathetic human, she wouldn’t even make a good mutate.” The woman spat, scoffing at your ‘pathetic existence’. 

“I don’t know, she seems pretty to me.” The man who held your head in place squatted down to your level, getting a closer and better look at you. He had tattoos across his face, you tried to look away but he continued to hold your head where it was. Pulling even tighter on your hair as a warning. 

“She’s perfect. Get her to the tent.” This was it, you were about to die. You knew it. You could sense it. You did the one thing you knew would save you now, closing your eyes and trying to call to Charles. It was the only way, even if they did kill you at least Charles would find a way to put a stop to what they were doing and going to continue to do to more innocent people. 

They dragged your body to the tent, laying you down on a table and stopping you in to it. Locking your head in some mechanism so you couldn’t move a muscle anymore. Your eyes continued to dart in fear around the room, noticing different machines and equipment around you. Tables set up and lab equipment like they were running tests. 

“Now darling, this won’t hurt a bit if you don’t fight it.” The woman husked against your ear, making your skin crawl as a man in a lab coat walked over to you with a syringe full of something. 

“Please just, kill me. Just kill me. I don’t care, kill me! Kill me! Kill me!” 

Your words echoed in Charles’s head, his fingers still pressed against his own temple and his eyes popping open. He sucked in a breath that he didn’t realise he hadn’t been holding. 

“Charles? What did you see?” Erik asked catching the attention of everyone else, Hank keeping his eyes on the road. 

“Y/n…she’s alive still. She’s somewhere, I couldn’t work out much from her point of view but they’re doing something to her. They’re torturing her.” His worry began to phase into anger, he didn’t know how long they had been doing this to you. If he was paying enough attention, if you had tried to reach him before but couldn’t. He was determined to find you though, whatever it would take. 

“Can you give us some kind of location? A landmark even?” Hank questioned from the drivers seat. 

“I don’t know, I couldn’t see much on her end. But she has to be nearby for our connection to be that strong. Just keep driving.” Charles closed his eyes, hoping to tune in again. And he did, he had to watch your torture begin. 

You screamed in pain as once again they used some kind of electric weapon against you. Your body jolting hard as each electric wave passed through you. Your mind felt frazzled and you cried out as hard. Tearing running down the sides of your face as it took everything in you not to just let yourself back down. 

You began to thrash again in your restraints, hearing a faint 

“Again.” From the man who seemed to be in charge. And again you felt it, you didn’t know how much longer you could fight it before your body would give in. The pain almost became numb to you and everything felt like it stopped for just a moment. You could only stare at the ceiling and faces above you as you fell silent. 

This was it. Your breaking point. And Charles could only watch it happen as they positioned the syringe against your arms, one on each side, and pressing it into you. 

“Y/n! Y/n! Can you hear me!? Y/n!!” You could hear him in your head, your eyes growing heavy once again and the poison entering your body flooding your veins and system. 

“Don’t you worry y/n, you’re about to become the most powerful mutate to exist.” You didn’t know who the words came from but it didn’t matter anymore. 

“Charles.” A whisper fell from your lips, tears continuing to fall on their own down the sides of your face. Your eyes finally fell shut and you didn’t fight anymore. 

“Charles what—“

“Keep driving! Just—fuck!!” He slammed his fist against the wall of the truck, he failed you. If he had left earlier. If he had tried earlier, if he had just done something. He didn’t want to believe what they had injected you with was what it was, but even Charles couldn’t lie to himself. 

“Y/n! Y/n! She’s waking up, Hank get the first aid kit! It’s okay, we’ve got you. I’ve got you now. It’s going to all be alright love. You’re safe with me.” His words sounded muffled but you could somehow hear them clearly, your eyes met Charles as he continued to elevate your head under his jacket. Your mouth tasted like blood and your body was limp once again. 

Everything just felt like a horrible dream. A horrible nightmare that was over. Well you thought it was. 

“Raven, get Erik to lift this table into the truck. We need to get her back so we can attend to her properly. It’s not safe for any of us out here.” Everyone was quick to help get you into the truck, your hand weakly reaching out for Charles and he took it. His grip was tight but that was the least of your worries. 

As you began to wake up more you began to understand more of what was going on. Everything wasn’t so foggy anymore. 

Charles, what happened? 

You’re okay love, we’re going to get you back to safety and we’re going to figure this out. 

No Charles, something is wrong. 

Raven grabbed your other hand and immediately dropped it and audibly gasped when she watched your hand completely start to transform blue. Just like hers did when she would shift back to her original self. It crawled up your body until you had completely changed, Charles dropped your hand in shock, watching as you now looked like Raven. 

“Hank how far off are we?” Charles asked, his voice laced with fear as he could see the mansion coming into view. 

As soon as the truck came to a stop everyone moved quickly to get you inside, bringing you into Charles’s study and laying you down on the couch. You continued to fall in and out of consciousness while everyone stood around. Wondering what was happening, watching your form completely change every few seconds into every person you had ever met before. 

“Charles, they’ve mutated her. And I guess they must of had something from Raven’s genes to be able to do this.” Hank pointed out, but Charles wasn’t convinced. Something else was at play here. 

“Erik, grab her hand.” Erik furrowed his brows in confusion but did as he was asked, wrapping his fingers around you and watching you return to your normal self. All of the sudden the candlesticks on the bookshelf began to rattle, catching everyones attention. 

“Charles, what is happening?” Raven asked, it had clicked in his mind. When he held your hand and you communicated with him in the truck. When Raven touched you, her ability became yours. 

“Her ability, it’s not just like yours Raven. It’s all of ours. If we touch her, she gains the ability. She can’t control it. It’s hers and she’ll be able to retain that ability. It’s a very extraordinary case that we’ve only ever encountered once before. I—how did they—“ Charles was cut off when you shot up from the couch. Taking in deep breaths as your eyes scanned the room, the candlesticks flew across the room, crashing into a vase. 

“Y/n, you’re okay. You’re safe now. Can you remember anything?” Charles calmed you down to the best of his ability, it was hard for you believe if you were really here or not. Was it another dream? 

Prove it. 

I’m here love, I’m with you. Can you feel this? Can you feel my hand? 

Yes, what’s happening to me Charles? I don’t feel right—

I’m not sure as of yet, we need to run some tests before we can draw any conclusions. All that matters now is you’re safe with me. 

“Welcome home y/n.” Hank flashed you his signature warm smile, pushing his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose where they sat comfortably. 

“I need everyone to clear the room for now, I need to talk with y/n privately.” Charles glanced over his shoulder at everyone, his hand still holding yours. 

“Charles she just got back, can we not have some time to just—“ Erik’s efforts were cut short with a sharp snap from Charles. 

“Now!” Everyone although boiling with anger at the rugged man, made their way out. As soon as everyone cleared you practically threw yourself into his arms. Charles buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent. 

Charles I need to know what happened? I can barely remember anything, I don’t feel right. Talk to me please. And how am I doing this so easily without you actually reading my mind? Like I’m—

Projecting it yourself? Y/n, you are doing it yourself. The serum they injected you with, it—it changed you. 

What do you mean changed me? Like, I’m like you now? 

Not exactly, it’s something I’ve only ever come across before once in another mutant. But not a mutate. Which is going to be hard to figure out how they were able to make this happen.

Make what happen? Charles make sense! 

I will, in time. For now, I need you to rest. 

“I can’t rest! I’ve been sleeping for weeks now and I’ve had enough of it! I want to be here, and I’m not going back to sleep!” Every single lightbulb in the room smashed instantly at the piercing of your words. It made yourself jump completely, your mind wondering if you did that. 

“I know, I know you have love. But I need to be sure about this before I can give you any answers. It’s too dangerous right now, and the people who did this to you, they’re going to come back for you. And I need you to be in the right head space before they do.” Normally you could trust Charles, but you were finding it hard to trust him now. He wasn’t telling you the whole truth, was this what he was discussing with Raven the other night? 

“Why aren’t you letting me in?” Charles watched you catch your lip between your teeth, you didn’t realise you had some kind of blocker up. 

“I-I,” you tried to find the words but you couldn’t. Charles rose to his feet, walking over to his desk to pour a drink once again. But before he could let the rim of the glass touch his lips it shattered between his finger tips. 

“Would you stop drinking! I could smell the alcohol on your breath from the moment I woke up. Enough Charles! If you don’t start giving me some answers, I’ll find someone who will.” You didn’t know where all this sudden anger had come from, you always respected the man in front of you. You would never speak to him like this, at least not before. But it was like you couldn’t help it, there was a ball of raging anger within you and he was the nearest target. 

“Y/n, you need to listen to me.” Charles walked towards you, watching as you suddenly stood on your once before weak legs which proved to be fine now. 

“Listen to you baby? Is that what you want? For me to let you boss me around, I can let you be the boss baby.” You began running your hand up his thigh towards his member, of course his hand wrapping around your wrist before you could actually touch anything. His jaw clenched with frustration. 

“Not like this y/n. You know that you’re not this person. Something is happening to you.” 

“You’re right Charles.” With those words you pushed him down onto the leather couch, climbing on top of his lap and pinning his hands by his sides. 

“Y/n—“ he began to protest. 

“What’s the matter Professor? Lost control of the situation?” You licked a long strip up his neck, and much to his denial part of him liked it. 

You held his arms in place with your ability, hands ripping his button up wide open. Buttons hitting the hardwood floors as you felt over every bit of his body. Finally landing on his throat, and then you pressed hard. Watching his face go into shock as he tried to clutch at your hands. It was just like he saw in his dream. 

A smug grin on your face as you continued to press harder against him. 

“You think you can control everyone, but you won’t control me!” You spat, his face beginning to go a deeper crimson and his mouth opening to protest and gain air. 

“Goodbye professor.” Spit went flying out of Charles’s mouth when he tried to say something, watching as Raven came up behind you and hit you pretty hard over the head. Your grip immediately removed from his neck and Charles taking in harsh breaths to regulate the blood and oxygen to his brain. 

“Don’t…ask. Just get her downstairs in her room, I want a camera set up and I want her to be sedated for the next 24 hours until we can work out what is going on.” Raven chose to shut up and just do what he asked, not wasting any time to call Hank in to give her hand with carrying you to your room. 

Charles stood in his study, still trying to catch his breath. 

What did they do to you? 

[lovelywetdreamer]

"Well you lost sweetie. It's time for you to pay up." Gambit says with a cocky grin. You don't know what got in your head to gamble against Gambit in a card game. Whoever lose the game had to stripped infront of the winner. Sadly, you were the loser.

"Yeah, yeah I know." you say while starting to unbutton your blouse. Just because you lost doesn't mean you can't have with Remy. As slowly as possible you unclip your bra and tossed it at his face. Gambit's mouth hits the floor. Place a kiss on his cheek, slap your butts before walking away from him.

Dark red eyes expanding out of his head when you take your panties off. "Take a picture, it's last longer."

Gambit walks in your direction and pick you up. Legs wrapped around his waist. Gambit takes your hard nipple in his mouth. If you didn't unzipped his pants, you would have thought his member would break out of it trouser prision. "Please let Gambit fucking this slutty hole."

A blushing, leaking tip press against your slick entrence. "Just fuck me already dummy." With one thrust, you both released a moan. Gambit rutting his hip into yours with no mercy. He took your mouth into his. Both of your tongue for dominant until he won. He starts to thrust deeper and harder that you know your cervix won't forget him anytime soon. You end up coming all over dick before he pull out and cum on your stomach.

"A rematch Gammy?"

[comfhurts]

Fandom: Marvel-616, X-Men (comicverse)

Characters: Scott Summers, Emma Frost

Relationships: Scott Summers/Emma Frost

Tags: trans!Scott Summers, trans!Emma Frost, Domme!Emma, Sub!Scott, shameless smut, PIV, Blindfolds, light bondage, crying after sex.

Summary:

"Last year I abstained / this year I devour / without guilt / which is also an art." OR: Scott and Emma, blindfolds, and submission."

[asgardswinter]

Wade is all of us

[chemicl]

His little kitty ears 🥲🐈‍⬛