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X-Men x Reader (Part.2)

They accidentally hurt you (Part.2)

You're accidentally hurt during a moment of loss of control by your powerful partners

Characters: Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Charles Xavier, Hank McCoy, Emma Frost, Ororo Munroe, Mystique, Magik, Colossus & Sunspot

Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)

Being in a relationship with Pietro Maximoff was like living life at lightning speed—quite literally. His world was always in motion, and being with him meant constantly adapting to the rapid pace of his thoughts and actions. But beneath his fast-talking, sometimes brash exterior, you found someone who was deeply caring, even if his way of showing it was a little unconventional. He adored you, always racing back to you after a mission or zipping out to grab your favorite food when you were feeling down. But sometimes, Pietro’s powers got the best of him.

Today had been one of those days. It started out fine—Pietro had taken you on a whirlwind day trip to Paris, as he often did, running across the Atlantic in the blink of an eye. You had laughed as he effortlessly carried you through the streets, dodging between pedestrians, never once bumping into anyone. The two of you had spent hours exploring the city, grabbing pastries from the corner café, and watching the sunset by the Seine.

But on the way back to the mansion, something went wrong.

Pietro, in his typical rush, had underestimated just how tired he was. He carried you back across the ocean, but this time, his focus slipped for just a second. That second was all it took.

One moment you were in his arms, the wind whipping through your hair, and the next you were falling. The blur of the world slowed into a terrifying clarity as your body hit the ground. The impact knocked the breath out of you, and pain flared through your side. For a moment, everything went black.

When you opened your eyes, Pietro was there, his face pale with fear. He was kneeling beside you, his hands hovering over you but not touching, as if afraid his very presence would break you further.

“Y/N!” His voice cracked, his usual confidence and swagger gone, replaced by sheer panic. “Oh god, I—I didn’t mean to—I wasn’t thinking—”

You groaned, trying to push yourself up, but the pain in your ribs made you gasp. Pietro’s hands immediately shot forward, but then he froze, torn between wanting to help and being terrified of making things worse.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I’ve never… I didn’t think this would happen. I’m so stupid! I—”

“Pietro,” you gasped, forcing a weak smile. “It was an accident.”

He shook his head furiously, his silver hair falling into his eyes. “No. No, it wasn’t. I wasn’t careful. I was too fast. I always do this—”

“Hey, stop.” You reached out, grabbing his wrist to ground him. “I’m okay. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”

His eyes, wide and filled with guilt, locked onto yours. For once, Pietro didn’t have a quick comeback, didn’t have a joke or a grin to deflect. He looked devastated, as if the very thought of hurting you had broken something inside him.

“I’ll never forgive myself for this,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You… you’re everything to me, and I… I hurt you.”

You gently pulled his hand toward you, resting it over your heart. “Pietro, I trust you. Always. This was an accident, and it could have happened to anyone.”

Pietro’s face crumpled, and he leaned down, pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead. His lips trembled against your skin, and you felt his breath hitch.

“I’ll be more careful,” he promised, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll never let this happen again.”

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)

Being with Wanda was like stepping into a world where magic and reality blurred together. You were always mesmerized by the way her crimson energy glowed at her fingertips, the way she could bend the world to her will, her power immense but her heart so fragile. You’d been through a lot together, and you’d come to understand the weight of her power, the burden she carried with each spell cast, each alteration of reality. But despite her best efforts, sometimes things spiraled out of control.

Today, it had started as a simple, quiet day in your shared apartment. Wanda had been in a particularly good mood, her laughter filling the room as she practiced her magic casually. She’d been making small changes to the space—coloring the walls with a wave of her hand, rearranging furniture with a flick of her wrist, changing a painting on the wall just for fun. You’d always admired how natural her magic was to her, as if it were an extension of her being.

"Look at this!" Wanda giggled, twirling around as she summoned a cluster of glowing red orbs that danced in the air between you. You smiled, watching her joy with an affectionate gaze. She was so radiant when she let her guard down, when she allowed herself to play without worry.

You reached out, trying to touch one of the floating orbs, but suddenly, her expression shifted. Something flickered in her eyes—panic, uncertainty—and the magic faltered.

Before you could react, the energy exploded outward in a burst of chaotic force. You were thrown back, your body slamming into the wall with a sickening thud. The wind was knocked out of you, and pain seared through your back and head as you crumpled to the floor, dazed and disoriented.

“Y/N!” Wanda’s voice was filled with horror as she rushed toward you, her crimson energy quickly dissipating as she knelt by your side, her hands hovering over you. “Oh my God, I—are you okay? I didn’t mean to—I lost control—”

You winced, trying to catch your breath as you pushed yourself up, but every movement sent sharp pain radiating through your body. Wanda’s hands trembled as she touched your arm lightly, afraid to cause any more harm.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I—my magic—”

“It’s okay,” you croaked, even though you were still catching your breath, your body aching from the impact. You managed a weak smile, reaching up to touch her hand. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

But Wanda’s face was pale, her green eyes wide with guilt and fear. “No, it’s not okay. I can’t control it sometimes, and this is exactly what I was afraid of. I hurt you. I could have—” Her voice cracked, and she pressed her gloved hands to her face, her shoulders shaking.

“Wanda…” you breathed, slowly pulling yourself into a sitting position despite the pain. You cupped her cheek gently, brushing away a tear that had escaped her lashes. “You didn’t lose control. It was an accident. I’m fine.”

She shook her head, her chest tight with emotion as she looked at you, her guilt weighing heavily on her. “I could have done worse. What if next time it’s worse? I can’t live with myself if—”

You silenced her with a soft kiss on her forehead, your touch gentle but grounding. “You won’t. I trust you. We’ll work through this. You have more control than you think, Wanda. I’ve seen you do amazing things, and I know you can handle this.”

Her tears slowed as she gazed at you, her heart swelling with love and guilt, her hands carefully cradling your face. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ll always be so careful. I promise, I’ll never hurt you again.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back, leaning into her touch, knowing that together, you could face anything—even the occasional chaos of her powers.

Charles Xavier (Professor X)

Your relationship with Charles Xavier was built on a deep, unspoken understanding. His mind was a marvel—brilliant, compassionate, but weighed down by the burden of leading the X-Men and carrying the future of mutantkind on his shoulders. You loved him for his wisdom, his kindness, and his unwavering dedication to his ideals. But with his incredible psychic abilities came risks, especially in moments when his concentration slipped, when the weight of his mental strain became too much.

The day had started like any other. You had been sitting across from Charles in his study, watching him as he went through a pile of documents. His brow furrowed in concentration as he read over reports from Cerebro, the faint hum of the machine in the background. You could tell he was tired, the mental strain from constant use of his powers weighing on him. He rarely admitted it, but you could always sense when he needed rest.

"Charles," you said softly, setting your book aside. "You’ve been working too hard. You need a break."

He glanced up from his papers, offering you a small, tired smile. "You worry too much about me," he said, though the affection in his voice was clear. "But I appreciate it."

Before you could reply, something shifted. Charles’s expression grew distant, his eyes glazing over as his mind seemed to drift away. You had seen this before—when Cerebro pulled him into a deep telepathic connection, when his mind traveled across the globe in search of new mutants.

But this time, something went wrong.

A sudden, sharp pain lanced through your head, so intense it felt like your skull was being split apart. You gasped, clutching your head as the psychic intrusion overwhelmed your senses. Images flashed before your eyes—disjointed, chaotic thoughts that weren’t your own. You tried to scream, but no sound came out, your body wracked with the intense pressure of Charles’s mind accidentally invading yours.

And then, just as quickly as it had begun, it stopped.

You collapsed into the chair, gasping for air as the pain ebbed away, leaving behind a dull, throbbing ache. Charles was immediately by your side, his wheelchair rolling quickly to you, his face filled with horror and guilt.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I—I didn’t mean to—are you alright?”

You blinked, trying to clear the lingering fog from your mind as you looked up at him. His hands were trembling slightly, something you had never seen before. The great Charles Xavier, always calm and composed, was visibly shaken.

“It was an accident,” you managed to say, though your head still pounded from the psychic overload. “I’m okay.”

Charles shook his head, his guilt written plainly across his features. “No. I wasn’t careful. I—my mind slipped, and I hurt you. I should have been more aware. I…” He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

You reached out, placing a hand over his, trying to convey your forgiveness through your touch. “Charles, it’s okay. I know you would never hurt me on purpose. I’m fine. Really.”

He looked at you with such sorrow in his eyes, the weight of centuries of knowledge and responsibility pressing down on him. “I could have done much worse. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I would never… I would never want to harm you.”

“I know,” you whispered, squeezing his hand gently. “You’ve been carrying so much. It’s no wonder your mind slipped. But I’m not afraid of you, Charles. I never will be.”

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “You are far too forgiving, my love. I don’t deserve it.”

“You deserve everything,” you said softly, leaning forward to kiss him gently on the lips, reassuring him with your touch. “You don’t have to carry all of this alone. Let me help you.”

He gazed at you with such deep gratitude, his hand brushing your cheek softly. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out,” you whispered, knowing that, no matter what, you would always be by his side.

Hank McCoy (Beast)

You’ve always admired Hank’s intelligence and his unparalleled kindness. For someone so physically imposing, he was remarkably gentle, both in mind and heart. Being with him had been a gift, his endless curiosity and deep compassion bringing a unique sense of warmth into your life. You loved watching him in the lab, his mind constantly at work as he balanced his brilliant scientific endeavors with his more primal, physical side.

Today was no different, except for one thing. He’d been stressed recently, working long hours in his lab to perfect a new serum, one that could enhance mutant abilities without adverse side effects. He was meticulous, often pushing himself too hard, and you could see the toll it was taking on him.

“Love, you’ve been at this for hours,” you said, leaning against the doorframe of the lab, watching as he adjusted some delicate equipment. His large, fur-covered hands moved with surprising precision. “You should take a break.”

Hank glanced up, his glasses slipping down his nose as he offered you a weary smile. “I’m almost finished,” he said, his deep voice rumbling with both affection and fatigue. “Just a few more calculations, and then I’ll join you for dinner.”

You sighed, knowing how hard it was to pull him away when he was so focused. Still, you couldn’t help but worry. “Don’t push yourself too hard,” you said softly, stepping closer. “I don’t want you to burn out.”

He looked up from his work, his blue eyes softening as he reached for your hand, pulling you close. “You always know how to take care of me,” he murmured, brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “I promise, just a little longer.”

You smiled, resting your head against his broad chest, comforted by the steady thrum of his heart. But as you pulled away to give him space, something unexpected happened.

A sudden crash echoed through the lab. One of Hank’s devices, an experimental generator, sputtered and sparked. Hank reacted instantly, his instincts taking over as he lunged forward to stop the malfunction. But in his haste, he misjudged his own strength.

Before you could react, his powerful arm swung out, hitting you square in the side. The force of the blow sent you flying into a nearby table, your body crashing against the hard surface. Pain shot through you, sharp and unforgiving, and you crumpled to the ground, gasping for air.

“Y/N!” Hank’s voice was filled with horror as he rushed to your side, his hands shaking as he carefully lifted you into his arms. “Oh God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—I didn’t see you—are you alright?”

You winced, trying to catch your breath, the pain in your ribs making it hard to move. “I’m… okay,” you managed, though your voice was weak, your body trembling from the impact. “It was an accident.”

Hank’s face was a mixture of guilt and fear as he cradled you against his chest, his large hands carefully checking you for injuries. “I’m so sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I—sometimes I forget how strong I am.”

You could see the anguish in his eyes, the way his self-loathing threatened to consume him. He had always been so careful with you, so aware of his strength and size. To have hurt you, even by accident, was his worst nightmare.

“I know you didn’t mean to,” you said softly, reaching up to touch his cheek, your fingers brushing through his thick fur. “I’ll be okay, Hank. It’s not your fault.”

But he shook his head, his eyes filled with regret. “I should have been more careful. I—” His voice broke, and he pulled you closer, his arms trembling as he held you. “I would never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, trying to soothe his guilt with your touch. “I trust you,” you whispered, your voice filled with love and reassurance. “I’ll always trust you.”

Hank held you close, his heart aching with both love and guilt, knowing that he would do everything in his power to make sure this never happened again.

Emma Frost

Being with Emma Frost was never simple. She was a woman of many layers, her sharp intellect and cold exterior often hiding the vulnerability and passion that lay beneath. But you knew her better than anyone. You’d seen the cracks in her icy façade, the warmth she reserved only for you. Emma was fiercely protective, but she also had her moments of weakness, and today, that weakness had shown itself in the worst way.

You were in the Danger Room, watching her train. Emma was skilled, both in her telepathy and her diamond form, and she took pride in her ability to protect herself and those she cared about. You had always admired her strength, but you also knew how much pressure she put on herself to be perfect.

“Darling, you don’t have to push yourself so hard,” you called out, leaning against the control panel as she finished a particularly brutal round of training simulations. “You’re already incredible.”

Emma smirked, her blue eyes glinting with amusement as she sauntered over to you, her body shimmering as she shifted out of her diamond form. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she purred, though there was a hint of tension in her voice.

You raised an eyebrow, sensing something was off. “Are you okay?”

Emma hesitated for a moment, her confident demeanor faltering ever so slightly. “I’ve just been under a lot of stress,” she admitted, her voice quieter than usual. “There’s… a lot on my mind.”

You stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on her arm. “You don’t have to do this alone, you know. I’m here.”

For a moment, Emma softened, her gaze meeting yours with a vulnerability she rarely showed. But then, something shifted. Her telepathy flared without warning, a sharp, unintentional burst of psychic energy hitting you like a tidal wave. Your mind was flooded with overwhelming thoughts and emotions—fear, pain, anger—all tangled together in a chaotic storm.

You cried out, clutching your head as the psychic intrusion tore through your mind, leaving you gasping for air. The pressure was unbearable, your thoughts splintering as Emma’s powers overwhelmed your senses.

And then, as quickly as it had started, it stopped.

Emma’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what she had done, her hands shaking as she reached for you. “Y/N,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I… I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry.”

You staggered, still reeling from the psychic onslaught, but you managed to steady yourself, your heart racing as you tried to catch your breath. “It’s okay,” you said, though your voice was weak, your body trembling from the aftershock. “It was an accident.”

Emma’s usually composed expression crumbled, her icy exterior shattering as guilt washed over her. “I hurt you,” she said, her voice filled with self-loathing. “I swore I’d never let that happen.”

You reached out, gently touching her cheek, your fingers tracing the sharp lines of her face. “It wasn’t your fault,” you whispered, your voice filled with understanding. “You were overwhelmed. I get it.”

But Emma shook her head, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I should have been stronger. I should have controlled it. I—” Her voice broke, and she turned away, her shoulders tense with guilt.

You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around her from behind, resting your head against her shoulder. “Emma, you don’t have to be perfect. I love you for who you are, flaws and all. I’m not afraid of you.”

She closed her eyes, leaning into your embrace as the tension slowly melted away. “I don’t deserve you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

You smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “You deserve everything.”

Ororo Munroe (Storm)

Ororo was breathtaking in every sense. From the calm in her voice to the ferocity of her powers, she was like the perfect storm—gentle and violent, all at once. You had fallen in love with her grace, her wisdom, and the way she treated you like the calm at the eye of her whirlwind. But even the most controlled storm can lose its way, and today, you found yourself caught in the middle of one.

It was a bright, peaceful afternoon at Xavier’s mansion. Ororo had been training in the backyard, working on perfecting her connection with the elements as she often did. You sat nearby, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin, the rhythmic sound of the wind responding to her commands soothing your nerves.

“Be careful, love,” you called out with a teasing smile. “You know how you get when you push yourself too hard.”

Ororo’s golden eyes met yours, her lips curving into a soft smile. “I’ve got everything under control, darling,” she reassured you, her voice like a summer breeze, carrying with it the sweet scent of rain.

You relaxed into the moment, watching as she raised her arms to the sky, commanding the clouds to shift, the wind to change direction. You were used to this—Ororo playing with the elements like a conductor leading an orchestra. But today, something felt off. The air grew heavier, the skies darker, and a sense of tension filled the space around you.

Suddenly, without warning, a crack of thunder split the sky. You barely had time to react before a sudden gust of wind, stronger than any you’d ever felt, slammed into you, knocking you off your feet. You hit the ground hard, pain radiating through your body as the wind continued to rage, swirling around you with an almost tangible fury.

“Y/N!” Ororo’s voice broke through the chaos, panic evident in her tone.

She was by your side in an instant, the storm vanishing as quickly as it had come. You groaned, trying to push yourself up, but the pain in your ribs made it difficult to breathe. Ororo’s hands were gentle but frantic as she helped you sit up, her face pale with fear.

“I didn’t mean to—oh, Goddess, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she touched your cheek, her fingers soft against your skin. “I lost control for just a moment. I never wanted to hurt you.”

You winced but managed a small smile, reaching up to place your hand over hers. “It’s okay, Ororo,” you said, though your voice was weak. “It was an accident. I’ll be fine.”

But Ororo shook her head, her eyes filled with guilt and self-reproach. “I should have been more careful. I never should have put you at risk like that.” She pulled you closer, her arms wrapping around you protectively as though she could shield you from the storm that had already passed.

“I trust you,” you whispered, resting your head against her chest, feeling the steady beat of her heart. “I know you’d never hurt me on purpose.”

Ororo held you tightly, her breath shaky as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll never let it happen again,” she promised, her voice firm despite the tears in her eyes.

In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of her storm, you knew that she meant every word.

Raven Darkholme (Mystique)

Loving Raven had always been a risk. Her world was filled with danger, deception, and ever-changing faces. But you had fallen for her, despite it all, because beneath her tough exterior was someone you loved with all your heart. Still, there were moments when her powers—her ability to shift and change—created unintended consequences.

Today had been one of those days. You and Raven were in the middle of a mission, something quick and straightforward. But things had gone wrong. In the heat of the battle, you had gotten too close, and without realizing it, Raven had shifted into a form with a sharper edge—literally. Her arm, now covered in razor-like scales, brushed against your side as she fought off an enemy, and you felt a searing pain slice through your skin.

You gasped, stumbling back as you clutched your side. Blood seeped through your fingers, and Raven’s eyes immediately snapped to you. Her form shifted back into her usual self, and for the first time in a long time, you saw fear in her eyes.

"Y/N!" she called out, her voice shaking with an emotion she rarely showed—panic. She was at your side in an instant, her hands already on your wound, trying to stop the bleeding. "I didn’t see you… I didn’t realize…" Her voice was frantic, and the guilt that clouded her expression was unlike anything you’d seen before.

"It’s okay," you said, wincing as the pain shot through you. Your vision blurred slightly, but you forced yourself to smile up at her. "It was an accident."

But Raven wasn’t hearing it. "I’m supposed to protect you," she muttered, her voice thick with frustration and anger—though not at you, at herself. "I’m supposed to be in control, and I hurt you."

You placed your hand over hers, despite the pain. "Raven, it was a mistake. I know you’d never hurt me intentionally."

Her jaw clenched, and you could see the internal battle she was fighting. Raven prided herself on being in control, on never letting her emotions—or her powers—slip. But this time, she had, and it was eating her up inside.

"I won’t let this happen again," she whispered, her voice hard with determination as she pressed her forehead against yours. "I won’t lose control like that again."

You smiled softly, despite the pain radiating from your wound. "I know you won’t," you whispered back, your hand gently squeezing hers. "I trust you, Raven. I always will."

Raven’s eyes softened at your words, and she carefully lifted you into her arms, her movements gentle despite her strength. As she carried you to safety, you could feel the tension in her body, the way she held you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

The wound would heal, but the love between you and Raven only deepened. She became even more protective of you after that day, never letting her guard down again when you were near. But through it all, the bond between you remained unbreakable.

Illyana Rasputin (Magik)

You knew Illyana had a complicated relationship with her powers, especially with the dark side of Limbo that constantly pulled at her. Despite this, you loved her fiercely, and she loved you with a passion that could light up even the darkest realms. She was careful around you, more than anyone else, but today, things had slipped out of her control.

You had been helping her train, something simple, nothing too intense. But the energies of Limbo were unpredictable, and without warning, a surge of dark magic shot out from her sword, the edge of it grazing your arm. The moment it hit, a burning sensation spread up your skin, and you let out a gasp, staggering backward as the pain ripped through you.

Illyana’s eyes flared with panic, and within seconds, she was at your side, her sword vanishing into thin air. "Y/N!" she cried, her voice breaking as she grabbed your shoulders, her hands trembling. "I didn’t mean to! I— I lost control for a second!"

You winced, feeling the magic burn deeper into your flesh, but you forced a smile through the pain. "I know," you whispered, your hand coming up to rest on hers. "I know, Illyana. It’s okay."

But it wasn’t okay to her. Her eyes were wide with fear, with guilt. "No… no, it’s not. I should’ve been more careful. I shouldn’t have let this happen." Her fingers traced the burn on your arm, her magic already working to heal it, but the regret in her expression remained.

You could see the darkness lurking just behind her eyes, the worry that she might hurt you again. "Illyana, listen to me." You gently cupped her face, forcing her to meet your gaze. "I trust you. I know you didn’t mean to. This doesn’t change how I feel about you."

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, you saw the vulnerable side of her that she rarely let anyone else see. She kissed your forehead softly, her lips lingering there as if trying to absorb your pain. "I love you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never want to hurt you."

You smiled, your heart swelling with warmth. "You won’t. I know you, Illyana. You’re stronger than the darkness."

She nodded slowly, her arms wrapping around you tightly. From that moment on, she became even more protective, determined to never let her powers slip around you again. And through it all, your love for her only grew stronger.

Piotr Rasputin (Colossus)

The weight of Piotr's presence always made you feel safe, but today, that same strength was what had hurt you. You and Piotr had decided to engage in some light sparring in the Danger Room, a regular part of your routine since you liked to train together. Piotr, in his towering, metal form, was always so careful with you, knowing the tremendous strength he carried. But today, something went wrong.

The match had been going smoothly until you tried to land a playful punch on his side, which he quickly blocked. But his reflexes, powerful and fast, caught you off guard. He turned, his metal fist too swift and forceful, and connected with your shoulder before either of you could stop it. The impact was immediate, sending a shock of pain through your body and knocking you to the ground.

You gasped in shock, clutching your shoulder as you struggled to catch your breath. "Y/N!" Piotr's voice was laced with panic as he immediately knelt beside you, his large metallic hands trembling as he reached for you. "I didn’t mean to… I’m so sorry. Are you hurt badly?" His deep, accented voice was almost a whisper as his guilt consumed him.

The pain was sharp, but you forced yourself to give him a reassuring smile, though it was more of a grimace. "I’m okay," you managed to say, though the pain in your shoulder said otherwise. You knew Piotr would never intentionally hurt you, but the guilt that filled his eyes was almost unbearable.

"I should never have agreed to spar with you," Piotr muttered, his voice full of self-reproach. His hands hovered over your body, unsure of where to touch, afraid of causing you further harm. "I’m too dangerous. I hurt you. I could’ve—"

"Piotr, stop," you interrupted softly, reaching up with your good arm to rest your hand against his cool, metal cheek. "It was an accident. You’d never hurt me on purpose."

He closed his eyes at your touch, but the pain in his expression didn’t lessen. "You are too precious to me," he whispered, his accent thick with emotion. "I cannot forgive myself for this."

Despite the pain, you leaned into his embrace as he carefully lifted you in his arms. His metal skin was cool against your body, but you could still feel the warmth of his love beneath it. "I know you love me, Piotr," you said, resting your head against his broad chest. "That’s why I know you’d never hurt me intentionally."

Piotr carried you to the med bay, never once letting you go. Even though the pain in your shoulder would take time to heal, the bond between you and Piotr only grew stronger. He became even more protective of you, but the love and devotion he showed was something that would never waver.

Roberto Da Costa (Sunspot)

Roberto’s energy had always been one of the things that attracted you to him. His fire, his passion, his vibrancy—he was like the sun, impossible to resist. But today, that same energy had gone out of control. You and Roberto were training together, as usual, but he had been pushing himself harder than normal, his powers flaring hotter and wilder than you had ever seen before.

You had been standing too close when it happened—a massive surge of solar energy burst from Roberto’s body, and before you could react, the heat slammed into you, knocking you to the ground. The burning pain spread through your chest and arms, and you cried out in shock, clutching at your skin as it stung from the impact.

"Y/N!" Roberto’s voice was filled with panic as he rushed over to you, his hands still glowing with the residual energy from the blast. "Oh god, are you okay? I—" He knelt beside you, his usually confident demeanor shattered as he took in the sight of you, wincing from the pain.

You tried to smile, though it was more of a grimace, as you lay on the ground, the heat from the blast still radiating through your skin. "I’m okay," you said weakly, though you weren’t entirely sure that was true. The burn was painful, but the look of guilt on Roberto’s face was worse.

"I didn’t mean to," Roberto said, his voice shaking with emotion. "I lost control for a second, I swear. I would never… I’d never hurt you on purpose." His hands hovered over you, glowing with warmth but not daring to touch you, as if afraid he’d burn you again.

"I know, Roberto," you said, your voice soft but filled with reassurance. "I know you didn’t mean to."

He shook his head, his dark eyes filled with regret. "I should’ve been more careful. I could’ve hurt you so much worse." He clenched his fists, frustrated with himself. "I can’t believe I let this happen."

You reached up with your uninjured hand, gently placing it on his arm. "You didn’t let anything happen," you said firmly, your voice steady despite the pain. "It was an accident. I know you’d never hurt me on purpose."

Roberto’s shoulders slumped as he exhaled shakily. "I love you so much, Y/N," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know what I’d do if I really hurt you."

You smiled softly, despite the burn, and pulled him closer to you. "I love you too," you whispered back. "And you didn’t hurt me on purpose. That’s all that matters."

Roberto carefully helped you up, his arms gentle but protective as he guided you to the med bay. The pain would fade in time, but the love between you and Roberto only grew stronger. He was more careful with his powers around you from that day on, but the bond between you remained unbreakable.

[aishnico]

#𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙁𝙍𝙐𝙎𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀: 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳

» word count: 2.6k

» warnings: fluff, small pregnancy talk, smut, oral & (fem! receiving) penetrative sex, breeding, grammar issues

“and there she is!” your husband, john announces while opening his arms to flea’s toddler, sunny.

sunny started to squeal cheerfully when he saw you and john. flea was holding her on air and using her like a plane. when he stood before you two, he slowly kneeled and made landing noises.

“say hi to uncle johnny and auntie [name]!” flea chuckled at her giggliness. “hewo!” she smiled with closed eyes.

“oh, sunny! i didn’t know you started to talk. i’m so proud of you!” john melted at her cuteness. he slightly raised his hand for a high-five. she looked at his hand for a few seconds then hit it with all of her will.

“ah!” he pretended like he was hurt by her action as the three of you laughed.

“she grows so fast.” you sighed as you watched john and sunny play.

“i know right? she even learned some curses,” he whispered into your ear.

“what?!” you slightly raised your voice. you looked at them and saw they were not even looking in your direction.

“shh! do not let frankie know about this, she’s going to kill me!”

“michael, we are going to kill you, she’s just a toddler!”

“shh, some shit happens.” you hit his stomach with your elbow slightly then raised from your seat and walked towards them.

“our little sunshine is growing so fast, what are we gonna do now?” you pouted and caressed her soft cheeks.

“she’s always gonna stay as our little sunshine. right, sunny?” john asked her.

she hummed and nodded. she climbed on his lap and lay in a comfortable position. “jowny!”

“aww!” he hugged her carefully to not crash her. you melted at the sight in front of you. there was no lie, john was really good with kids. Immediately befriending them in the moment when they just talk.

you grabbed your camera from your bag and positioned it to a perfect angle.

“john, sunny, say cheese!”

“cheese!” they said at the same time. after a couple of seconds, the photo was ready. sunny was looking at the picture with excited eyes. so you gave it to her. she looked at the photo for a couple of seconds, then turned her head to john.

“us?”

“yeah, us.” he caressed her head.

you wondered how he would be as a father. you both talked about kids and you were neutral about them. sure, they are adorable but you two are busy with your own work. that doesn’t mean you don’t want them.

“look at this curly, blonde hair and blue eyes, you just look like your father,” john said while looking at flea.

“hehe, you know clara too. i guess i have pretty strong genes.” he chuckled.

“that’s for sure,” you added. sunny turned her head toward you and made grabby hands to you. you giggled and got her from john.

“who’s our princess, who’s our pumpkin, who’s our little shining star?” you asked her while spinning her in the air.

“me!” she raised her hands suddenly. “indeed you are!”

“guys,” flea caught your attention. “i want to ask you for something.”

you and john looked at each other then turned your heads to him. “what is it?” john asked.

“john, you are more than a bandmate for me. you’re like my little brother. i enjoy every second i spend with you.” he then looked at you. “and you, [name], i’ll always be grateful to you for saving him. for bringing him to us again. you two are one of the few people i can trust in my life.

i talked with franny, she said she’s okay with it. i’m asking you, to be godmother and godfather to sunny.”

you were utterly in shock, not knowing what to say. you looked at john and he was in the same situation as you.

“flea, this is a serious decision. are you sure?” you asked him.

“one hundred percent. this is the proof of my trust in you. what do you say, john?”

“i-i don’t know. i feel so… honoured. i’m willing to protect her at all costs. but like she said, are you sure?”

“yeah! you two are pretty calm, collected, and trustworthy. i don’t know why are you so unsure. i’m sure you two would be cool parents.”

you looked down and blushed. not wanting john to see your pinkish face. he would make fun of you later.

“then i’d love to be her godfather,” john said with an endearing tone.

“great! you, [name]?”

“same goes for me.”

“excellent. we haven’t baptized her yet. so i’d like to see you guys there.” he got up and picked sunny from your arms. she was yawning and was ready to sleep in your arms.

“our little princess is tired already. i’m gonna put her to bed.”

“and we were just about to leave. right, john?” you smiled at him.

“uh huh. we’ll talk about this later. bye!”

it was evening already. you were washing dishes while john was drying them and putting them in their places. jazz music was playing in the background. it was a cozy atmosphere.

after you finished he offered you to watch a movie. you agreed and settled everything. the movie has started but you weren’t paying attention at all. your mind was still stuck at today’s events. how john was playing with little sunny, how gentle and caring he was with her. your cheeks reddened at this.

“is everything okay, love?” he asked you with a soft tone.

“yeah, it’s just hot in here.” you smiled and shoved the napkin away.

“is the movie boring for you? we can watch another or close..?”

“i’m fine johnny,” you snuggled to him. “let’s continue.”

“love, there’s clearly something bothering you. i can see that. just tell me what’s wrong.” he caressed your reddish cheek and kissed the top of your head.

“damn, you know me too well.”

“of course. i’m your husband, after all.” he gently held your hand and put a kiss on your ring while making eye contact with you.

“john, i want kids.” you turned your head to the other side with frustration. “i just can’t get out the moments we spent with sunny from my head. you were amazing with her. i couldn’t help but imagine how you would be around our kids. i was thinking about it for a while. but now, i’m 100% sure. i want it.”

there was a silence between you two. you closed your eyes and bit your lip. it was probably a bad idea to tell him about this. he was a rockstar, he can’t be around always. and you have your own work anyway.

he let out a sweet chuckle and wrapped his arms around you tightly. you opened your eyes with a confused look but giggled when he started to pepper your face with kisses.

“i was thinking about it too, for a while. i thought you weren’t ready so i never mentioned it. but whenever i see you with clara, sunny, or any other kid, these ideas come into my head again. we are both busy, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t have them. i can always spare time for you and i know you can do it too. we are financially stable, we accomplished most of our goals, traveled to new places, experienced a bunch of crazy things, and we have a long time ahead… i think we can try.”

“johnny,” you melted in every word, snuggled him closer, and wrapped your arms around him in response. “i love you so much. but i want to give them the best life. the best family environment they could ever ask for. can we really work this out?”

“we will, sweetheart.” he kissed the top of your head again. “if we want this so much, then we will. we will go to any parental classes, we will go to your appointments and i will be by your side during the birth. i swear, i won’t let you down. never again.”

your eyes got filled due to his words. him mentioning his drugful past and how he regrets everything about it made your heart clench once again. but you two covered from it. you were by his side and he did his best to recover. since that day, he never let you down. and you know he won’t from now on.

“and i love you too, sweetheart.” he wiped your eyes and started an emotional kiss. tasting each other’s lips without rushing, savoring every second. you wrapped your arms around his neck, wanting to pull him closer. meanwhile, he put his hands on your cheeks, caressing gently. almost afraid to break you.

things started to get heated when you started to suck on his bottom lip and play with his curls. he deeply inhaled and responded by doing the same thing to your upper lip. you accidentally moaned when he bit your lip.

“sorry,” he pulled away with an apologetic smile.

“it’s okay,” you replied while climbing onto his lap. “i think we should move this to the bedroom.” you teased him.

“yeah,” he held back of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and carrying you to your bedroom.

after a couple of seconds, he kicked the door of your bedroom and slowly put you down on the bed. you spread your arms, smiling at him endearingly. he looked at you couple of seconds, admiring your blissful face.

“every day i wake up and thank god for seeing you by my side with this face,” he admitted before lifting your shirt from your body, and then unhooking your bra. he felt himself start to get hard when he saw her exposed breasts. sudden cold air made your nipples get hard and the way he was looking at you made your core wet.

his thumbs trace lazy circles around your hardened nipples, making you gasp and bite your lip. he smirked at your reaction then took your right nipple into his mouth while playing with the left one. he started to suck gently at first but your sweet whimpers and the way you rubbed your thighs made him increase his pace.

his plump lips moved on your torso, giving pecks here and there until he reached your shorts. he made eye contact with you while stripping your bottom half. the eye contact made you even wetter and you got embarrassed by that so you broke the eye contact.

“baby, look at me,” he demanded with a low voice. you gave up and stared at him again.

“there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, yeah? i just wanted you to be flustered,” he smirked then spread your thighs apart and gazed at your wet core.

“all this for me? i appreciate it so much.” he teased before continuing to give pecks to your clit. you gasped and arched your back due to the sensation. after continuing to tease you for a little bit, he shoved his tongue inside your needy hole.

you let out a whimper then held on to his brown hair, pulling him closer to your pussy. you’re gasping every second when more of his tongue slips in and out of your pussy, sliding a bit more each time and it makes your thighs shake and walls clench. and his beard pricking wasn’t helping any either. the area of his nose was already covered in your slick. he sure didn’t mind, though.

his thumb started to draw small sloppy circles. pressing down on your puffy clit while his tongue continues flicking inside in and out of you. it didn’t take too long for him to find your favorite sweet spot.

“johnny!” you managed to moan out his name as you basically started to ride his face. he hummed in amusement while increasing the pace of his thumb.

“i’m gonna cum— oh!” it was getting too much for you. your grip on his hair tightened as you let your body relax, letting all the tension leave your body.

he groaned at the taste of your cum. wiping every last drop with his tongue. wanting to taste everything you just gave him. after a couple of seconds he pulled his tongue out and panted loudly. his gaze turned to yours. he crawled on top of you while licking his lips before connecting your lips once again. making you taste yourself on his lips and taking your breath away once again.

it felt so hot when he was kissing you like there was no tomorrow while exploring your torso with his calloused hands. he entered his tongue inside your mouth. tongues swirling around in perfect sync.

you rubbed your thighs around his torso, signing him to give you more. he broke the kiss and stared at you with his big brown eyes, asking for permission. you smiled and gave him a peck before nodding. he intertwined your hands, one finger caressing your ring while he slowly entered you while making eye contact.

you both moaned quietly at the sensation. he stayed still until you told him to start to move. you wrapped your arms around his neck, meanwhile, he was pampering you with multiple kisses to ease your pain.

“you can move, johnny.” you declared by patting his neck twice. he kissed the top of your head before sinking deeper inside of you, inch by inch. you hissed and squeezed his hand. finally, he bottomed out inside you and started to move in and out of you.

he groans at how your tight, velvety walls are clenching and around stretching his hard shaft.

“you’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.” he breathed out while increasing his pace. you whined in response and threw your head back.

he lifts your legs, putting them on top of his shoulders and his back. the new position gave him access to fuck you harder. he grinds his hips roughly against you, the lewd noises of your sloppy cunt and your blissful face made his dick grow even more.

the heat between your bodies was too much. but when he finally found your sweet spot all of these didn’t matter, you wanted to receive all the love and pressure he was giving to you and chase your high. you gasped with mouth agape, pulling his face close to your neck.

“oh, johnny!” you cried out as you began to match his thrusts. you knew it wasn’t gonna take long for your upcoming release. he sensed it and rutted you repeatedly.

“wanna cum? go ahead, sweet girl. let it out for me once again.” he demanded with his low, husky voice. your toes curl, as you cum hard around his cock, walls squeezing and shuddering around him.

your cunt continued to pulse around his dick but his thrusts didn’t stop. however, your previous orgasm and movement of your walls increased his desire to cum. it was your turn to make him cum. so you whispered inside his ear. “c’mon johnny, cum deep inside me and give me your babies tonight.”

he lost it when those words left your mouth. he groaned and tightened his grip around you while you trapped his torso with your legs, pressing them around his back harder. thick ropes of cum entered inside your walls, painting your insides white. he trusted a couple of times to fuck his seed deeper into you.

he laid on top of you without putting his whole weight on you. both of you were trying to catch your breath. after a couple of seconds, he slightly raised, still not pulling out his cock.

“are you alright? do you want anything? water, towel, shower?”

you smiled shook your head as ‘no’ and pulled his face back to your presence. “i just wanna lay down with you. and then,” you stopped and whispered into his ear. “wanna ride you like there’s no tomorrow.”

he smirked. “oh, darling. i’m all yours tonight.”

[girlkisser13]

illyana rasputin masterlist

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headcanons

being married to illyana rasputin would include

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[fandomnerd9602]

Yandere Illyana Rasputin x Reader?

Illy teleports in and wraps her arms around Y/N…

Illy: I got you, my detka

Y/N: baby I’m in the middle of training!

Illy slices the head of a drone…

Illy: I don’t care. I’m lonely and I want cuddles

Illy teleports them away…

Xavier: not again! We were about to practice Sentinel fighting

[norel-ravenclaw]

Dark Magik & Angel Dust

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Featured characters: Angel Dust x gn reader (89% platonic vibes)

Genre: Angst & comfort (sfw)

Word count: 1375

Description: A ritual spell goes wrong, leaving you stranded in hell and face to face with a spider.

WARNINGS: | gender neutral reader | mild ritualistic blood stuff | cursing | depression | brief mayhem and murder | angst and clumsy comfort |

How long has it been? Since you discovered a spell book in the back of the cupboard? Since you cast your first spell and realised that magic really does exist?

The new book you found had all sorts of spells you’d never imagined, including one for a ritual that you couldn’t resist trying. Knowledge of the secrets of the universe? Why not? This could change everything. …Fix everything.

You brush off the dust from your hands and look over the spell circle you’ve painstakingly laid out on the forest floor. Bowls of ingredients are laid out at each pentagram point, branches of the right wood channel the energy lines between them.

Taking the ritual obsidian knife, you prick each fingertip and leave a drop in each bowl. Then you flick open your lighter and set each of them ablaze. A pleasant warmth surrounds you as you begin chanting the spell.

Wind blows around you, picking up intensity until you have to shield your eyes from it. Suddenly it makes you lose your footing, and you stumble backwards.

“-oh! Hey!” A distorted voice shouts beside you.

Your eyes fly open as the vortex of energy dissipates, ears ringing. Right in front of you is the spell circle, seared into… concrete? But more importantly, the serene quiet of the forest is gone, replaced with gunfire and shouting.

As your vision clears, a tall figure looms ahead of you, a gun in their hands.

You scramble back, eyes widening as a spider-like demon glares down at you. “What the…?!”

“Hey! What the hell are you doing here?” they demand.

Heart racing, you rake a hand through your hair. “Is this some kind of vision?” But a searing streak of pain across your arm answers that question for you.

Not wanting to wait to find out the intentions of this demon, you rush to get back on your feet, running for your life.

The demon is faster, and soon you’re cornered in a filthy alleyway. “Wait! Please, this is… wrong, something went wrong!”

The demon steps into the flickering beam of a broken streetlight, white fur matted with blood. “Damn, I wasn’t expecting a sinner to manifest in the middle of that fight. You okay?”

“…Sinner? I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I have to get out of here.” You shove over a trash can, buying you just a second to race back to your spell circle.

Frantically, you crouch down and start chanting the spell again.

“Hey! Get back here!”

You try scraping your pricked fingers over the lines to try to activate it again, but you look down in surprise at the sight of your hand. …It does’t quite look human.

The demon grabs your arm and starts dragging you away. “You crazy or something?! Get out of here!”

“No! I have to get back! What happened?!”

“I don’t know, but you’re dead now. You’re stuck in hell and you’re going to die twice if you don’t get a grip!”

You stare up at the back of the demon’s head in horror. “Dead?!”

He shoves you into a partially collapsed abandoned building, slamming the door behind you. “Yeah. What did you think happened?” You finally get a good look at his face, oddly coloured eyes narrowed in curiosity, pity. Not menace.

“I was casting a spell, a-a ritual. It should have worked! Why would it send me to hell-“ Finally you understand. Learning that hell exists is a cosmic secret, sure…. But you never would have guessed the means of discovering that secret would be so drastic. That the writer of the new spell book you found in a shop would be… evil.

Fists in your hair, you scream in rage and despair. “NO!!” You lean forward on your knees, usually hot tears stream down your face. When the demon moves closer, you don’t even try to move away.

“I don’t really know what you’re talking about, but… I’m sorry, kid.”

You gasp in surprise as he pulls you into his arms in a hug. “No… What do I do?”

He leans back and sighs. “I found this new place last week, total joke. But it’s clean. Mostly. And safer than anywhere else in this shithole. They’ll take you if you pretend to behave sometimes.”

Shaking and staring at your hands, he pulls you to your feet. You start marching behind him across town, dodging between fights and canibalistic picnics until you reach the top of a hill and he pushes open the gate.

The next few minutes is a surreal blur of frenzied introductions and monstrous faces, and then you’re back down to earth sitting on a bed.

The demon sits next to you, sighing and putting one of his many hands on your shoulder. “Listen, I’m sorry about all this. It sucks. But uh, maybe things won’t be so terrible? At least I’ll take care of ya.”

You meet his eye at last. “Why?”

He shrugs. “Kinda pointless to just let ya die for nothing, right? Besides.” He falls back on the bed, crossing his arms behind his head. “I’m bored.”

“Oh.” You lay back next to him and stare up at the ceiling. Momentarily your attention is stolen by the… faded painting of a bear in a clown suit riding a unicycle on a tightrope. “What…?”

The demon laughs. “The fuck? Right??”

His genuinely happy laugh grounds you a little more and you look over at him. “Sorry, what was your name again?”

“Angel Dust.” He rolls to face you and walks his fingers up your arm. “Let me know if ya ever wanna fuck~”

“…I beg your pardon?!”

Angel just smirks, amused. “What? It’s kinda my thing. So, witchcraft is your thing, huh?”

“I don’t even know where to start with how wrong that is, and I don’t have the energy to explain it to you.”

He laughs again. “So I should call you bitch rather than witch?”

You grab a pillow and swing it down at him, and he catches it against his chest, laughing his ass off. “Get out of here, will you?!”

“Hahaha! No.” His shit eating grin has a tinge of melancholy that you can’t ignore. “You’re stuck with me now.”

You both fall quiet, and he looks like he’s mentally cursing himself for letting you notice. As his eyes slip away from yours, he asks, “You’re not hurt, are ya?”

“No. …Thanks to you.”

“Don’t mention it. But you’re gonna have to learn self defence if you want to survive more than a week. Maybe your… magic shit will work here?”

“…Yeah, maybe.”

He smiles wryly at you, then reaches out, somewhat slowly and pulls you closer to him. The pillow he’s been holding is now in the perfect place for you to rest your head on. “Chill for a bit, kay? We’re gonna take care of you.”

Holding you gently, the two of you just lay there, letting your heart rate slow. He tentatively runs a hand over your back, then your arm. But suddenly he recoils.

“What?”

“I thought you said you weren’t hurt. You’re bleeding.”

You look down and remember that a bullet grazed you. “Oh… It’s not bad.”

“Yeah, but it could get messy if you don’t take care of it. Trust me.” Angel gets up and pulls a first aid kid out of the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.

You sit up and roll up your sleeve, hissing as he rubs ointment on it.

“Shut up, I thought it wasn’t bad?” he teases. Seeing your blush, he grins. “Shy, are ya?” He leans in close just to mess with you, and you push a hand against his face. “Hahaha! Fine. Let me clean you up.”

He wraps a bandage around the cut with care and skill, making a show of embarrassing you with a kiss to it when he’s done.

“Done yet?”

“Yeah. Now where’s my thank you kiss?”

You roll your eyes and curl back up on the bed, listening to his footsteps as he returns the kit and comes back to you. He climbs up and hugs you from behind big spoon style.

Exhausted, you start to fall asleep, all problems gone from your mind in the demon’s warm, safe embrace.

@gabryviolin10 so sorry for the wait, love! I was so excited for your request, and now I finally had time to do it! Hope you like it!

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

Blood Sugar Sex Magik

Pollen | Dreams | Fairytales | Zanna | and some things more nefarious.

Pollen

A Fight For Love & Glory - Winchesters x you (female)

Summary: You’re struck by sex pollen, so Sam and Dean agree to help you out.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, feelings of guilt, ass play, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2K

Magic Sex & French Fries - Jo Harvelle x Ruby 2.0

Prompt: Great Big Lesbian prompt: SPN, Jo and Ruby II have to have sex to save the world. Or something. Sex pollen? I don’t care. 😘

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, fisting, confuzzled boys

Words: 1K

Bad Girls Underneath -  Ruby 2.0 x Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Ruby and Jojo get hit by a sex curse again; this time, they need Dean’s help.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, magical-dick/male-gaze bullshit, probably too much commentary and emotional complication, why am I like this, I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself, fisting, brief choking

Words: 2,600

Dreamy/dreams

Cactus - Dean Winchester x Meg Masters x Castiel

Summary: Post-battle, exhausted and wanting, Dean and Meg and Cas take care of each other.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ ONLY, dreamlike sex, a little choking, Dean’s always hungry

Words: 3,200

I’ll Keep Them Still - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Dean remembers promises and pictures in his mind. And he remembers her.

Warnings/tags: mature, songfic, angst, dream/afterlife sequences, purple prose, I’m sorry

Words: 1,100

Moving Furniture - Steve!Cas x Meg Masters 2.0

Summary: She’s been gone for a year – sacrificed herself to save Sam and her unicorn – but Cas still dreams about her.

Warnings/tags: non-explicit dream sex, fluff, shmoop, there’s a dog

Words: 2K

If You Don’t, Dear, Confess - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Prompt: Sam has dream about being seduced by Rowena in the bunker that gets interrupted/woken by Dean?

Warnings: mature

Words: 620

Fairytales

Hark and Hush - Purgatory Dean x wolf spirit in a female body

Summary: This is the story of how Dean Winchester hunted, became enamored with, and slew the ancient spirit of the Big Bad Wolf.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, stalking, blood, gore, rough sex, character death

Words: 2,200

More Nefarious *dubious consent

His Sword - Michael/Dean x female prostitute

Summary: Michael takes some time to remind Dean who’s in control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, edge play, bondage, knife play, blood play, choking, rough sex, name-calling, character death

Words: 2,300

Supernova - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Since Dean’s had the Mark and the Blade, he’s pulled away from you, afraid of hurting you. You miss him, and you’ve had it. One night you push him to the edge.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, bondage, blood play, biting, bruising, knifeplay, rough sex, dubcon/mindfuck

Words: 2,500

Zanna

Just My Imagination - Dean Winchester x female Zanna

Summary: After Mary leaves the boys a second time, Dean needs a reset, or to blow off some steam – something. He heads out on a snowy evening the night before Christmas and finds just the right thing.

Warnings/tags: mature, Hallmark channel fuckery

Words: 2,800

[harrylovesteas]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ harrylovesteas’ masterlists & basic information.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ hello and welcome to my blog. i’ve been writing for most of my teen and adult years , however , i never really published them. now that i’m in my mid-twenties i’ve returned to writing as a form of relaxation.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ i currently live in EST ( eastern standard time ) and check my blog when i am able. i have a fairly demanding job along with some health issues , which means i can be very active or barely around. however, my inbox and messages will always be open if you have a request , want to react to any of my writings or just want to chat !!

on going stories :

xoxo , little bird - a modern aemond targaryen x ( implied tully ) reader

rose bush- a discontented harry styles fanfic

maybe i still love you - a lorna dane x alex summers fic ( coming soon)

one shots & imagines :

requests & characters i write for :

i do accept requests and will do my best to write out what you ask for. however, i do have a busy life and it can take up to two weeks for it to be published. if i get overwhelmed i may put the request on hold and post it as soon as i can. writing is a hobby for me and there are times I may have more ideas for certain requests and plots. i may accept plots for characters that are not listed. if they aren’t listed feel free to just ask .ᐟ i may have wanted to write for them but i don’t have ideas , or maybe i’m currently working on something for them !

ch. i will write for :

asoiaf / game of thrones / house of the dragon / fire and blood

aegon targaryen

aemond targaryen

alicent hightower

cregan stark

daemon targaryen

daenerys targaryen

jacaerys velaryon

helaena targaryen

rhaenyra targaryen

robb stark

sansa stark

marvel

bucky barns ( any version )

cyclops

havok

magento

magik

polaris

last kingdom

finan

osferth

sihtric

uhtred

witcher

yennefer

triss

emhyr

geralt

ragnorok ( netflix )

fjor

laurits

magne

saxa

divider credit : @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[thedailyimagines]

Imagine Illyana being panicked when you get injured, but furious when she realizes you were pranking her.

Anon requested: “Illyana Rasputin(X-Men) x Male Reader, reader is Kitty pryde older brother and a mutant and knows her due to being best friends with colossus and kitty being friends with Illyana. Illyana has always had feelings for reader but has always been to stubborn and shy to admit. One day they’re on a mission and the reader gets hurt but is ok but decides to prank her like he’s dying and that’s when she decides to admit her feelings for him but finds out the dying part was a prank. Reader is shocked and sees she’s mad at him but instantly becomes embarrassed. She forgives him and they officially get together. Kitty and Colossus later find out and they made a bet between each other if they were going to get together or not.”

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“I hate Sentinels.” Y/n groaned and winced in pain. Sometimes he wished he could phase through things like his sister instead of transforming into an actual shadow.

‘If mom and dad could see me now, they’d be freaking out at the amount of blood covering my face.’ Y/n mused silently. His powers had helped y/n avoid most injuries from the fight, but he had still gotten knocked around a bit. The worst of his injuries were bruised (possibly fractured) ribs and the gash on his temple.

“Hey, at least it wasn’t aliens this time. Remember the invasion?” Bobby Drake grinned from his seat and leaned back, slightly flinching when a bruise was pressed on.

“Don’t remind me. That vas a nightmare.” Kurt Wagner smoothed his ruffled hair. Out of all three mutants, he was the least injured. Y/n wondered if he was even sore from getting thrown about. Bobby glanced up at y/n and frowned.

“Kurt grab the first aid kit. Y/n, grab a seat. The Blackbird can pilot itself.” Following the ice mutant’s directions, y/n sat in one of the chairs of the Blackbird and allowed Bobby to wrap his torso. The Iceman was about to wipe the blood off y/n’s face when y/n came up with an idea.

“Wait wait wait.” Bobby pulled back, and Kurt turned to face y/n. “I want to get back at Illyana for the prank she pulled earlier.” The magic mutant had thought it would be funny to project an illusion of a demon into y/n’s room, causing him to freak out and attack. There was now a lovely hole in the drywall of his room.

“Vhat do you have in mind?”

“So when we get back to the mansion...” Y/n explained his plan to his teammates. The two agreed to go along with it.

What could go wrong?

<—>

“You’re back!” Kitty ran up to Kurt and Bobby, Peter and Illyana Rasputin trailing behind her. Peter was eager to know if his friends were okay and hear how the mission went, Illyana tagging along with him to greet her teammates.

Not that she would admit it, but there was one in particular she was hoping to talk with. Her brother teased her about her crush, but Illyana steadfastly denied any sort of feelings and became easily flustered if one could point out possible evidence of her crush.

Kitty seemed upset over something, what could possibly have upset her? Illyana saw one of the gurneys behind Kurt and Bobby, and took note of their somber expressions.

“What happened?”

“There was an accident. Y/n was hurt.” Illyana felt her heart skip a beat.

“What?”

“It vas an accident. The Sentinels—” Illyana tried to shove her way past Kurt, but he stopped her. She glared at the blue mutant.

“Move.” Kurt tried to warn her, but the glare directed at him caused him to move. Y/n was laying on the gurney, blood covering half his face and bandages spotted with blood around his torso.

“Weren’t either of you watching out for him?” The sharp, cold tone of Illyana’s voice caused Bobby and Kurt to take a step back.

“We were! It’s just—” The sorceress mutant whirled around with an enraged expression.

“Obviously not if he’s this badly hurt!” Illyana’s magic flared around her hands, ready to rip into Kurt and Bobby. Y/n decided to intervene and jumped off the gurney, grabbing Illyana’s hand.

“Illyana, stop!” The shock of y/n getting up when he was supposedly dying stopped Illyana from very nearly killing her fellow X-Men. Her magic flickered out like a candle.

“Y/n!” Y/n stood in front of Illyana and took her hands in his.

“It was just a prank Illyana! I’m fine!” Illyana took a moment to process y/n’s words, but when she did an furious expression wrote itself upon her face.

“A PRANK?!?! I thought you were dying you—you dick-headed asshole!” Kurt and Bobby took the opportunity and booked it out of the hanger bay. They didn’t want to be the next target of Illyana’s fury.

“Illyana, I can explain—!” The sound of skin connecting with skin caused y/n to stop talking. He held a hand up to his stinging, now red cheek.

“Y/n Pryde, if you ever pull something like that again I will kill you myself!”

“I—” Y/n took a deep breath, and spoke. “I’m sorry. It was supposed to be a prank to get back at you for earlier. I guess it was kinda in bad taste.”

“Really.” Illyana replied dryly. Y/n ran a hand through his hair, wincing when it tugged at the stitches on his forehead. Illyana sighed and shook her head. “I thought you were dying y/n. Do you know how I would have felt if you died? It would have killed me.”

“Illyana...” She placed a hand on y/n’s unbloodied cheek.

“I care for you, y/n. So please don’t do that again.”

“I won’t.” Y/n let out a breath, and smiled. “Does this mean that we’re...?”

“You’re taking me to dinner as an apology.” Illyana hooked her arm through y/n’s, and the two mutants left the hanger. Kitty watched her older brother leave with a smile on her face, then turned to Peter.

“Told you so.”

“дерьмо.” Peter grumbled, but he handed Kitty the $20 he owed her. Kitty pocketed the money with a laugh and went off to find her brother.

She was going to kick his ass for that little prank.

~~~~~~~~

дерьмо (der'mo) = shit

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I don’t own the above gif, all credit goes to the owner.

[imaginesformiles]

Befriending Illyana and her wanting to show you her dimension

"Looks a little warm."

"Stay with me. You will be fine."

[moonlit-imagines]

warnings:

a/n: lesbian!reader

requested by @xxxtwilightaxelxxx

“Wait, wait, y/n, look over there!” Illyana stopped dead in her tracks and pointed her attention to the loud, colorful crowd somewhere down the road. “You don’t think it’s..?” She cocked an eyebrow at you and watched your dreamy smile creep onto your face.

“It would make sense, my love.” You grasped her hand and led her along to the commotion, which happened to be a Pride parade, just as you’d hoped. Neither of you had seen one in person before, and it was so refreshing to do so. Two girlfriends amongst the people that would support them for who they were, it was beautiful.

“Oh! Look, y/n! They have little flags! One for me and one for you.” She plucked the complementary flags from the basket and handed you the lesbian one while she began waving the bisexual one in the air. You two follow the parade along, filled with glee you got to experience this with her. Then you leaned in for a kiss before the active crowd and whispered:

“I love you so much.”

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[themotherofhorses]

im speaking for everyone when I say we NEED a headcanon where the reader (who’s maybe a witch, hint hint) has the ability to conjure something similar to Magik’s eldritch armor.

like imagine her, bucky, and the team fighting hydra soldiers and then BOOM her entire arm turns metal, and everyone stops (including hydra) and watches in awe as the other follows suit. and she’s just standing there with both badass metal arms, ready to absolutely kick names and take ass.

and bucky’s just looking at her like “oh yea im definitely marrying this girl”

[urdreamydoodles]

X-Men x Reader (Part.3)

You smacks their ass as they walk past (Part.3)

Each X-Man reacts with a mix of surprise and playful teasing when you smacks their ass as they walk past, leading to affectionate and mischievous moments.

Characters: Wade Wilson, Sunspot, Cable, Colossus, Charles Xavier, Hank McCoy, Lorna Dane, Magik, Domino & Dazzler

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Wade Wilson is the epitome of chaos wrapped in a red-and-black suit. You’ve been dating him for months now, and no matter how absurd or unpredictable things get, there’s one constant—you can always make each other laugh. Today, though, you’ve got something else in mind.

The two of you are lounging in his apartment—well, “apartment” is generous. It’s more like a collection of random objects held together by duct tape and a lack of responsibility. Wade, in full suit minus the mask, is rummaging through the fridge, muttering something about expired tacos.

“Damn it, even my healing factor can’t fix this,” he groans, pulling out a carton of spoiled milk and making a face.

You casually stroll behind him, biting your lip as you admire his figure. Wade may have scars that tell stories of countless battles and regeneration, but to you, he’s perfect. As he bends over to inspect the deeper horrors of his fridge, you decide to strike.

With a playful smirk, you swing your hand and smack his ass, a sharp, satisfying sound echoing through the room. Wade freezes for a split second, then slowly stands up straight, turning his head toward you with that signature Deadpool swagger.

“Did you just—” He breaks off, his eyes narrowing behind an imaginary mask. “Are you initiating some sexy roleplay? Because I am always ready for that.”

You laugh, giving him a sly grin as you cross your arms. “Maybe I am. What are you gonna do about it?”

Wade spins around fully, leaning against the fridge door with his arms crossed. His voice drops to a teasing whisper, but his grin is wide and wicked. “Oh, baby, you just opened Pandora’s box. And by Pandora’s box, I mean my pants. Wanna see what’s inside?”

You roll your eyes, but the heat between you is undeniable. His playful banter never fails to make your heart race, even in moments like this. He steps closer, his voice growing softer and more intimate, as if the whole world outside of you two didn’t matter.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his hand brushing lightly against your waist. “If you keep smacking me like that, I’m gonna have to make sure you pay for it.”

You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head slightly. “Is that a promise or a threat?”

Wade’s mouth curves into a dangerous smile. “Oh, it’s both.”

Sunspot (Roberto da Costa):

The sun was shining brightly over Xavier’s Mansion as Roberto da Costa strutted across the garden. Dressed in a sleek tank top and joggers, his toned muscles glistened with a faint golden glow—a byproduct of absorbing too much solar energy. You’d been dating Roberto for almost a year now, and one thing you knew about him was that he was as confident as he was powerful.

You were standing near the flower beds, watching him from behind as he headed toward the training grounds, admiring the effortless grace in his movements. He looked good, and you couldn’t resist messing with him a little.

Without thinking too much, you saunter up behind him, letting your fingertips glide along his back. Before he can react, you bring your hand down firmly on his ass, the sound of the playful smack hanging in the air.

Roberto stops dead in his tracks, turning around slowly with one eyebrow raised and an amused smile playing on his lips. His eyes smolder as they meet yours, and you can see the fire of his powers flicker briefly under his skin.

“Did you just slap my ass?” he asks, his Brazilian accent thickening just slightly. He looks equal parts shocked and entertained.

You grin at him, leaning casually against a nearby tree. “Yeah, I did. What are you gonna do about it, hot stuff?”

Roberto chuckles, his lips curling into a grin that could melt ice. He closes the distance between you with two slow, purposeful steps, his gaze trailing over your figure like he’s sizing up a prize. “Oh, princesa, you’re playing with fire,” he says, his voice a low, teasing rumble.

He steps even closer, his hand brushing against your hip, fingers gently squeezing your waist as he leans in. His breath is warm against your ear, and his voice drops even lower. “You think I’m just gonna let you get away with that?”

You smile, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. “What if I do it again?”

Roberto’s eyes flash with amusement and heat. He pulls back slightly, running a hand through his dark hair before grinning at you. “You keep that up, and I’m gonna have to show you just how hot I can get.”

You bite your lip, enjoying the playful tension between you two. Roberto always knew how to turn a simple moment into something electric. His hand slips from your waist to the small of your back as he leans in once more, this time his lips brushing the corner of your mouth.

“Careful, meu amor,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “I might just burn for you.”

Cable (Nathan Summers):

Nathan Summers, or Cable, was a man of discipline. Everything about him was precise, methodical, controlled—even the way he moved through the halls of the X-Mansion was calculated. His towering frame and gruff demeanor had always been intimidating to others, but you’d gotten to know the man beneath the soldier—the tenderness hidden under the scars and metal arm.

He was walking ahead of you, carrying a stack of mission reports as you admired the way his broad shoulders stretched his worn-out tactical vest. His silver hair fell slightly over his brow as he made his way to the War Room, but you had other plans.

The idea strikes you out of nowhere. Without giving it a second thought, you quicken your pace and reach out, landing a firm smack on his ass. It’s a bold move—one that surprises even you—but the sound it makes is deeply satisfying.

Nathan stops abruptly. The air in the corridor feels charged, and for a moment, you wonder if you’ve gone too far. Slowly, he turns to look at you, his one good eye narrowing while the other—the glowing cybernetic one—flares slightly.

“Really?” His voice is a deep, gravelly growl, but there’s a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You shrug innocently, biting back a smile. “What? Just appreciating the view.”

Nathan’s smirk deepens as he places the stack of reports down on a nearby table, his gaze never leaving yours. He takes a step toward you, and you can feel the shift in the air—the intensity radiating off of him. He’s always been a man of action, not words, and right now, you can practically feel his unspoken thoughts.

“You know, you just earned yourself some extra training,” he rumbles, his voice low and rough. His metal hand rests on your shoulder, the coolness of it contrasting with the heat that simmers between you.

“Oh?” You tilt your head up, grinning. “And what kind of training is that?”

Nathan leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “The kind where you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

You feel a shiver run down your spine, but you hold your ground, meeting his intense gaze with a challenging look of your own. “I’m not scared, Summers.”

His grin widens slightly as he straightens up, his large frame towering over you. “Good,” he says, his voice filled with a promise that sends your heart racing. “I’d be disappointed if you were.”

Colossus (Piotr Rasputin):

Piotr Rasputin was as gentle as he was strong. His towering, metal-clad form gave him an imposing presence, but you knew better than anyone that beneath the gleaming steel exterior was a heart of gold. Today, he was busy lifting crates in the garage, preparing for a mission with the X-Men. You watched him from across the room, admiring the way his metal muscles flexed with every effortless movement.

His back was to you as he carried one of the crates, and you couldn’t resist. With a mischievous smirk, you crept up behind him and gave his metal butt a solid smack. The loud clang of your hand meeting his metal hide was oddly satisfying, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

Piotr froze in place, the crate still balanced on one shoulder. Slowly, he turned his head to look at you over his massive shoulder, his silver face full of surprise. His steel-blue eyes blinked a few times, clearly processing what had just happened.

"Did you just… hit me?" His thick Russian accent carried a mix of amusement and confusion.

You grinned up at him, crossing your arms. "Sure did. What are you gonna do about it, big guy?"

Piotr set the crate down with a heavy thud and turned to fully face you, towering above you like a mountain of metal. A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest, and he shook his head, a playful smile spreading across his face.

"You are very bold, my love," he said, his voice deep and warm. He took a step closer, and even though he was metal, there was a tenderness in his movements. His massive hands reached out and rested gently on your hips, his fingers surprisingly gentle against your body.

"But be careful," he teased, lowering his voice. "If you start something… you may not be able to finish it."

You raised an eyebrow, meeting his playful challenge with a grin. "Oh, I think I can handle it."

Piotr chuckled again, his hands tightening slightly on your hips as he leaned down, his towering form enveloping you. His lips brushed against your forehead, a soft metallic kiss that sent a shiver down your spine.

"We shall see," he murmured, his breath warm despite his steel skin.

Charles Xavier:

Charles Xavier, the brilliant mind behind the X-Men, had always captivated you with his wisdom and charm. Though bound to his wheelchair, his mental prowess and calm demeanor always drew people to him, yourself included. You loved the quiet moments with him, where his sharp wit and gentle sense of humor made you forget the weight of the world.

It was a quiet afternoon in his study, the two of you enjoying a rare moment of peace. Charles was at his desk, reviewing files on potential new students, his brow furrowed in concentration. You watched him, a smile tugging at your lips as you admired the calm authority he exuded.

Feeling playful, you strolled up behind him. As you passed his wheelchair, you couldn’t resist giving his backside a light smack—just a gentle tap, but enough to break his concentration.

Charles’s hand paused mid-air over the files, and you saw the slightest flicker of surprise in his expression. Slowly, he turned his head to look at you, his sharp blue eyes filled with both amusement and curiosity.

"Did you just smack me?" His tone was calm, but there was a subtle smile playing at the corners of his lips.

You grinned down at him, leaning against the side of his desk. "Maybe I did. Are you going to reprimand me for it, Professor?"

His smile widened, and he raised a single eyebrow, the hint of a laugh escaping his lips. "That would require telepathic punishment, my dear."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Is that a threat or an offer?"

Charles placed the files down carefully, folding his hands in his lap as he looked up at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "I never make threats. Only promises."

He leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze locking with yours. “But I should warn you—if you’re not careful, I may have to enter your mind and… change your attitude.”

The playful banter sent a thrill through you, and you bit your lip, feigning innocence. “You wouldn’t.”

Charles’s smile softened, and he tilted his head, his expression calm but full of affection. “No. I would never change anything about you, not even for a moment.”

His hand reached out and gently took yours, his touch warm and reassuring. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t get back at you in other ways.”

You grinned, knowing that even without his telepathy, Charles had plenty of ways to keep things interesting.

Beast (Hank McCoy):

Hank McCoy, was always buried in some kind of experiment in his lab. His brilliant mind and strong, furry blue body made for a striking combination, and over the years, you’d come to love both sides of him equally—the intellectual and the feral. Today, he was engrossed in yet another experiment, the scent of chemicals and the soft hum of machines filling the room.

You watched him from the doorway, his large blue frame hunched over a table, muttering to himself as he scribbled notes on a clipboard. His back was to you, and you couldn’t resist the mischievous urge bubbling inside you.

With a playful grin, you walked up behind him and gave his furry blue ass a firm smack. The sound was muffled by his thick fur, but the impact was enough to make him stop mid-sentence.

Hank straightened up immediately, his large, pointed ears twitching slightly as he turned his head to glance over his shoulder, his golden eyes wide with surprise. “Did… did you just swat me?” His voice held a mix of amusement and disbelief.

You crossed your arms and smiled sweetly at him. “Maybe I did. What are you gonna do about it, Dr. McCoy?”

Hank blinked a few times, his large, clawed hands still gripping the clipboard, before a slow grin spread across his face. He turned fully to face you, standing to his full towering height, and you could see the playful glint in his eyes.

“Well,” he rumbled, his voice deep and smooth, “I must say, this is certainly an unexpected interruption to my research.”

He took a step toward you, his large furry hand reaching out to gently cup your chin. “But if you wanted my attention, my dear, there are far more… civilized ways of asking for it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, placing your hands on his broad chest, feeling the soft fur beneath your fingers. “And where’s the fun in that?”

Hank chuckled softly, his golden eyes gleaming with affection as he gazed down at you. “Ah, I see. A woman of action, not words.”

He leaned down, his warm breath brushing against your cheek as his voice dropped to a low, teasing whisper. “I should warn you, though… you may have unleashed a beast.”

You grinned up at him, biting your lip. “Is that a promise?”

Hank’s chuckle was deep and rumbling, and he leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “Indeed, my love. Indeed.”

Polaris (Lorna Dane):

Lorna is in the middle of assembling something mechanical in the garage, her green hair pulled back into a messy ponytail as she concentrates on manipulating the metal parts with her powers. You watch her for a moment, admiring how easily she bends the metal to her will. With a mischievous grin, you decide to get her attention in your own way, walking by and giving her a light smack on the ass.

The metal pieces she was working on clatter to the floor as Lorna whips around, eyes wide with surprise. "Y/N!" she gasps, though there’s a growing smile on her lips. "Did you seriously just do that?"

You shrug, unable to hide your grin. "What? I couldn’t resist."

Lorna raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk as she steps closer, her fingers beginning to crackle with green energy. "You forget I can control metal, right?" she teases, playfully levitating a nearby wrench into the air, spinning it lazily in her hand. "I could trap you in a metal cocoon right now if I wanted to."

You chuckle, stepping toward her. "But you won’t," you say confidently, knowing she’s more amused than mad.

She narrows her eyes at you, her smirk widening. "Oh, really?" she says, her tone teasing but her powers very much under control. She playfully pulls you toward her with a slight magnetic force, her arms wrapping around your neck as she leans in close. "Just don’t think you’ll get away with that every time," she murmurs before pressing her lips to yours, the slight hum of her powers in the air adding a spark to the moment.

Magik (Illyana Rasputina):

Illyana stands in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets, clearly looking for something. You watch her with a smile, enjoying her no-nonsense attitude that contrasts with her ethereal, otherworldly beauty. As she reaches for something on the top shelf, you can’t help but walk by and give her a quick smack on the ass, a playful grin on your face.

She freezes, her hand still in the cabinet, and you can practically feel the shift in energy as she turns her head to look at you, her eyes glowing faintly with power. "Y/N," she says, her voice low, almost a warning. "Do you really want to test me like that?"

You chuckle, shrugging casually. "Just thought I’d see what happens."

Illyana steps down from the counter and turns to face you fully, her sword suddenly materializing in her hand in a flash of light. "You’re playing a dangerous game," she says with a wicked smile, her eyes filled with mischief. "I could teleport you to Limbo in an instant, you know."

You step closer, undeterred by her threat, knowing she enjoys the back-and-forth as much as you do. "And yet, I’m still standing here."

Her grin widens, and the sword disappears just as quickly as it appeared. "Maybe because I like having you around," she admits softly, stepping closer until she’s right in front of you, her fingers brushing your arm. "But don’t think I’ll let you get away with that easily."

Before you can respond, she pulls you into a kiss, her lips soft but commanding, a reminder of just how powerful she is and how lucky you are to have her by your side.

Domino (Neena Thurman):

Domino lounges on the couch, flipping through channels with a bored expression on her face. Her luck powers have a way of making life feel a little too easy sometimes, but you’ve always admired her laid-back attitude and sharp sense of humor. As you walk by, you decide to spice things up, giving her a playful smack on the ass as you pass.

Domino’s hand freezes on the remote, her mismatched eyes widening in surprise before she slowly turns to look at you. "Oh, so that’s how we’re playing today, huh?" she says, her voice dripping with amusement as she raises an eyebrow. "You’ve got some nerve, Y/N."

You chuckle, leaning against the back of the couch. "Just keeping things interesting."

Domino smirks, setting the remote down and shifting to sit up straight, her gaze locked on you. "Well, you just made things very interesting, sweetheart," she says, standing up and sauntering toward you with that confident, swaggering stride that makes your pulse quicken.

She stops right in front of you, her fingers tracing lightly along your arm. "You know, with my luck, I could turn this around on you in a heartbeat," she teases, her smirk growing wider. "But I think I’ll let you off the hook…for now."

Before you can respond, she grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you in for a kiss, her lips firm and full of playful energy. "Just don’t get too comfortable," she murmurs against your lips, pulling back slightly to give you a teasing grin. "Next time, I might not be so nice."

Dazzler (Alison Blaire):

Alison is sitting in front of her vanity, adjusting her makeup for the show she’s performing later. Her iconic silver jumpsuit glitters under the soft lights, and as she hums quietly to herself, she’s completely engrossed in her preparations. You smile, watching her for a moment, before deciding to stir things up a little. As you walk by, you casually smack her on the ass.

Alison lets out a surprised laugh, her brush slipping from her hand as she turns around to face you. "Y/N!" she says, her voice a mix of playful shock and amusement. "What do you think you’re doing?"

You grin, leaning against the doorframe. "Just appreciating the view."

She raises an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips as she turns back to the mirror. "Appreciating the view, huh? Well, next time maybe you could ask nicely."

She finishes touching up her makeup before standing and crossing the room toward you, her hips swaying just a little extra as she walks. "But you know," she says, her voice dropping slightly, "I can give you something even better to appreciate."

Alison steps up to you, her hands resting lightly on your chest as she looks up at you with a teasing smile. "But you’ve got to earn it, babe," she adds, her fingers trailing down your arm in a slow, deliberate motion. "You think you can handle that?"

Her playful challenge makes your heart race, and as she leans in to kiss you softly, her lips warm and sweet, you know that with Alison, there’s never a dull moment.

[aishnico]

Can you do something fluffy/smutty with current john frusciante please :)

#𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙁𝙍𝙐𝙎𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀: 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦

» summary: you wanted to surprise your husband on his birthday while he’s on tour

» word count: 3.1k

» warnings: fluff to smut [m! receive, unprotected sex, cowgirl, breeding, sub!johnny :)] mdni

» changes in canon event (their vive latino concert is on his birthday)

it was one and a half months since your husband had been gone on tour. he came back in the third week of october and went away again in the end middle of the second week of january. you were cheerful and grateful for that. but the time has come for him to go again.

you would call each other in the daytime, but mostly at night. talking about your days, your work and his tour, places they were visiting in the daytime, their silly little moments...

but you could tell that he'd already missed you like crazy. he was longing for you, so you did. sometimes, he couldn't sleep so you would sing him some country songs. he was cheerful about touring and playing to fans, but he was sad at the same time. he really wanted you by his side, especially on his birthday.

you would tell him that you couldn't even if you wanted. but you were wondering if you work your ass hard would your boss let you go for a couple of days? you did as you thought for the past month to catch her attention, and eventually, she did let you go for a few days.

you then planned a surprise for him in your head. thought about entering on stage in the middle of the tour before they started to sing one of their songs. the guys would support you with words. you smiled to yourself and then called anthony. he was surprised and cheerful at the same time. he told you that he was going to talk with flea and chad.

they all agreed on it and waited for your arrival in mexico. they wanted to greet you at the airport but you thought john was gonna be suspicious, you couldn't let him know this.

and finally, today was his birthday.

you bought him a white, printed baggy shirt which once you together saw but couldn't buy at that moment. but you knew he wanted this.

it was early morning, and you decided to call him. he didn't pick up in first time. you thought he was sleeping so you didn't call back. but after a couple of minutes, he called you back.

"good morning dear!" you cheered and heard his chuckle. "morning, angel."

"i wanted to celebrate your birthday. i hope i'm the first."

"sorry but, the guys rushed into my room in the middle of the night and..." he laughed.

"oh, that is so expected of them," you chuckled and continued.

"i wanted to say how much happy and grateful i am for having you in my life. not only having you in my life, i feel these things for your existence too. not only me, your family, the guys, and the entire world. we all love and appreciate you so much. you're so special and valuable to us. i love you, johnny, so so much you don't even know it. i really want to spend my entire life with you and grow old together. happy birthday!"

"aww, sweetheart! thank you for your sincere words. i feel the same way about you being in my life. i love all of this, doing something i'm so passionate about with the guys i love so much. and of course, i love you too, more than you'll ever know. i wish you were here right now." he cooed.

you smirked to yourself and changed your voice to sad. "yeah, but there's a night we still can spend. we can video call each other, cut a small cake, talk about our future expectations, sing soft songs... i don't think it's gonna be bad."

"everything's bad without you."

"come on john..." you rolled your eyes to yourself.

"alright, alright," you both heard someone else's loud voice from the door. "one second, baby." you then heard him get up from the bed. after a couple of seconds, he came back.

"sorry angel, i've gotta go. the guys wanna go around the city and we'll head to stadium next." he said with a sad voice. "it's okay, go travel around and play some good songs for me, pretty." you smirked.

"... pretty?" you swore he was blushing and smiling. you hummed. "am i lying?" he just chuckled and after that you said goodbye to each other and hung up the phone.

there were about an hour before their show. you and the guys decided to celebrate him after they finish soul to squeeze. you managed to meet with chad and he gave you a backstage pass. you wished each other good luck and he went his way. you called john for one last time, wishing him good luck. you then imagine his face once he sees you on stage.

the show has started. you entered the backstage with a vanilla cake with strawberries on it you bought around the city and started to wait for your turn. you knew he always liked the ones you would bake, but you didn't have a chance to do it here.

after about half an hour, they finished that song. everybody was cheering and clapping. the guys waited for a couple of seconds for them to get quiet.

"alright, how we doin' on there?!" anthony asked the audience cheerily. loud shouting voices came out from there. "alright, everything is so far so good. listen, before we uh- move any forward, we just wanted to remind you that today is very special to us. but you already know that. TODAY IS THE BIRTHDAY OF JOHN MOTHERFUCKING FRUSCIANTE!"

the crowd cheered louder that your ears got hurt a little. john smiled and bowed his head. "come on, let's sing him a birthday song, happy birthday to you..!"

"happy birthday to you!"

then anthony gave you the sign to come out. you got excited and slowly walked towards him with a big smile. john's jaw dropped at the moment he saw you. his face was shocked, confused, and cheerful at the same time. you then stopped before him.

"happy birthday, love." you almost whispered to him. he couldn't say anything, he was still in shock and definitely didn't see it coming.

"but, but i thought... i thought you couldn't come here..." his eyes got teared and tears rolling down his cheeks. you wanted to wipe them away but your hands were busy.

"well, guess i'm lucky for this one." you chuckled and lifted the cake close to him.

"come on, blow them! or else they are going to blow by themselves!" you heard flea's loud voice.

john blew out the candles and pulled you for a sweet kiss, taking your breath away from you. you missed him so much and felt relieved once you connected your lips against each other after weeks. butterflies were in your stomach for sure. lips brushing over each other sweetly. after a couple of seconds, you both pulled out and smiled at each other.

the audience was cheering, whistling and clapping like crazy. the guys also whistled and cheered. they were so happy for him, for both of you. they were happy because john finally found the right person to spend the rest of his life together with. they knew you were the right one.

you then looked at his figure and saw his shirt was smeared by cake. "johnny, look at your shirt!" you pouted at him. he just chuckled in response. "i don't care about the shirt right now." he then gave you a sly smile and you just rolled your eyes at him playfully.

"i'll see you later, old man." you whispered to him and gave him a peck on his lips before walking backstage. you heard him shouting at you "i'm not that old!"

the show has ended and you five sat in a room eating the cake while talking about the silliest things. you laid your head on john's shoulder slightly, not wanting to disturb him eating completely.

after about an hour, you were at their hotel lobby. you said to each other good nights and went to your rooms. you put your suitcase aside. and closed the curtains.

"now go and sit on bed, turn your back against me." you ordered to him and he grimaced. "why's that?" he asked.

"just do what i say~!" you responded. he shrugged and did as you said. you opened your suitcase and took off the bag the shirt you bought him was inside. you then sat behind him. "raise your arms."

"darling..."

you gave him a quick kiss and he gave up while raising his arms. you started to take his shirt and long-sleeved one. he shivered when he felt your chilled hands against his hot skin. you then managed to put this shirt on him. then stood up and told him to look at himself in the mirror. he sighed and did as you told.

he looked at himself with a confused expression for a couple of seconds. the realization hit him once he gasped.

"is that..? is that the shirt we saw together in california while walking through the streets but couldn't even enter the store because we were rushing to..."

you stood behind him. wrapping your arms around his waist and looking at him with a sweet smile. "yes it is, i knew you loved it once you saw it."

"you really have a good eye, and know me inside and out." he chuckled.

"that's because i'm your wife, hun."

he turned his face to you. cupping your cheeks with his calloused hands gently.

"i couldn't think of a better present for this day, sorry. but i'm glad that i have a sharp memory!" you awkwardly smiled.

"are you kidding?! love, i absolutely love it. thank you so much and don't apologize for anything." he got closer to your face. "besides, the best present for today is you being here with me."

he then connected your lips in a tender kiss. his fingers were caressing your cheeks gently while you were tugging your fingers on his fluffy hair, eyes fluttered closed. you swore every time you kissed, he always managed to take breath from your lungs.

you pulled from the kiss and he looked at you with a heartwarming smile. god, he was so cute. he had always been cute and hot at the same time. and now, you only wanted to please him.

you gently pushed him to the bed and climbed to his lap. wrapping your arms around his neck and started to kiss him passionately. he was taken aback at first but accommodated after. it's like both of your hearts were exploding. you bit his lower lip and he moaned at the kiss. you then entered your tongue inside his mouth, tongues then exploring each other.

when you felt breathless you pulled away and looked at his panting face. his cheeks were flushed slightly. you then attacked your lips on his neck. he heavily breathed and gulped, tossing his head back so you could have more access. you were planting small kisses at first, then starting to suck and lick on his sweet spot over and over. you managed to get a groan from him. his eyes were shut, trying to bask in the moment.

you were satisfied when you saw pretty purple hickies appear on his neck. you smiled at him sweetly. "you're so pretty underneath me." you cooed and put his earlobe between your lips, sucking it gently.

"darling please, don't tease me." he whined and you interrupted him by planting a kiss on his lips. "don't worry. tonight, is only and only about you. you'll get what you want. just tell me."

he looked at you, flushed. "want your mouth at my dick." his voice almost sounded like a whisper. you smirked and planted a kiss on him again. "as you wish, love."

your fingers grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tried tugging it over his head. he pulled away for a second and took off his shirt. your hands were trailing on his torso, planting short kisses there and there. after that, you lowered your head in front of his tightened purple pants and tugged them down slowly, stroking him lightly through the thin fabric of his boxers. he tossed his head back, breathing heavily.

you then pulled the elastic band of his boxers down, freeing his erection. the red and swollen tip of it is waiting to be taken care of. you jerked off him a few times and started to give him kitten licks. john inhaled sharply at the sudden warmth and wetness of your tongue.

you lean down and drag your tongue along the length of his dick from the swollen head and down to the base and earned a pretty moan from him.

"s-shit, sweetheart..." he moaned when you finally put your mouth down to the length of his shaft. you hummed, sending vibrations through his body. your head went down until his tip hit the back of your throat. you resisted the urge to gag. "oh fuck, you feel so good around me..."

you bobbed your head up and down faster, hollowing your cheeks. he was almost close, you felt it. so you started to massage his balls.

"fuck! good girl, my good girl... just like that. you're going to make me cum oh..!" he whimpered. your nose is hitting his pubic bone every time you move your head forward and faster, sucking him harder. and after a couple of seconds, he twitched in your mouth and came inside. warm, salty liquid poured through your throat. you swallowed it all and licked around your mouth.

you looked at him. he was panting hard, trying to catch his breath. you climbed his lap again and kissed him shortly but passionately. you pulled away and gave him a sly smile.

"i'm not done with you yet."

you then took off your shirt and tugged down your jeans. you stayed with your silk, light pink bra and matching panties. his mouth got watered because of the sight. you smiled and climbed to his lap again.

"is this for me?" he asked with a sly tone. "indeed it is, did you like it?" he hummed while moving his head around your breasts. "yeah, a lot."

you captuted his lips in a heated kiss. you were playing with his messy hair while he was caressing your waist. his hands moved lower and played with your core. you moaned in his mouth, sucking hard on his bottom lip. you were already wet when you were sucking him off, and now your juices are pouring down to his fingers. he pulled away and licked his fingers and moaned from the taste of it.

"you taste so fucking sweet. sweeter than that cake." you chuckled at his words. "i will bake for you whatever you want once you return, i promise." he hummed in return.

you slithered your panties aside and positioned your entrance over his still rock-hard member slowly. an erotic moan escaped from both of you. the mushroom tip stretching your hole as you sink into him completely, not moving, just hugging him tight. you're so wet that your juices are dripping down his shaft, easing you to move.

"t-tell me, at what pace ah— i should move. h-huh, johnny?" you barely managed to ask. "faster, baby." he grunted and buried his face on your chest. you put your hands on his shoulders for stability as you bounce on his cock. "johnny!" you moaned his name when you felt he got bigger inside you. "you're so tight and good around me sweetheart, s-shit!"

he then unhooked your bra and tossed it away. took one of your nipples inside his mouth while squeezing harshly the other. you tossed your head back and let out a loud whimper. his dick felt so good inside you. you then spread your legs further apart, feeling him deeper inside of your cunt. feeling him where he could make you see the stars.

you dug your nails into his chest as you connected your lips in a sloppy, french kiss. you closed your eyes, cheeks flushed and you moaned into his mouth when he hit the sweet spot continuously. "john, baby, i-i'm going to cum okay?" you barely managed to speak. he just hummed.

you felt your core tighten, your bundle of nerves building up as your jaw hung open, panting heavily. tears rolling down your cheeks and you clenched around him while leaving a white ring of your arousal on the base of his cock. you didn't stop bouncing on him though. but you knew he was close.

"where do you wanna cum, baby? come whenever and wherever you want." you started sucking on his neck again. creating new pretty, dark red marks on him. "inside, s-shit! can i— can i come inside?" he begged you. "yes, yes! fill me full to the brim, darling!" you pathetically moaned.

he grunted when you began moving your hips faster and faster. he buried his face on your breasts and groaned while painting your inner walls white. you didn't pull off, wanting to feel warm inside for a while.

you hugged each other tightly, trying to catch your breaths in each other's embrace. after a couple of minutes, you both calmed down. looking at each other sweetly. you then pressed a long kiss on his forehead.

"happy birthday, my one and only." you whispered as you laid your head on his shoulder. he caressed your hair and planted a kiss on your forehead too. "thank you, sweetheart. for coming here. nothing would make me happier.  i love you so much."

you smiled. "i love you more but i don't have enough energy to argue about that." you stood up from his lap. his cum was leaking from your thighs. you then lay on the bed, opening your arms to him, welcoming him to your embrace. he smiled and laid on top of you. you hugged him as he snuggled into you, his beard tickling your chest. you didn't care though.

"will you be tomorrow here?" he asked with a pout on his face. you chuckled at him. "well, i managed to take a few days off so..."

he gasped and straightened up. "so that means..." you just smiled and nodded at him. his face brightened and buried his head on your chest again, making excited voices. "we can talk about our plans tomorrow morning, then?"

you hummed and felt like your eyes were going to shut. but you managed to say good night to him before that. he chuckled at you and planted a kiss on your forehead again before drifting off next to you. "good night, angel."

[kalimagik]

Oh Millie, Millie, Millie, Millie 🥺🥺 this piece was absolutely amazing 😍 I could just feel all of the emotions and the pining - the pining was EVERYTHING. I love reading a good friends to lovers piece, especially when you can tell how magnificent the friendship is, but then also see how obvious it is to others that there might just be something else there 😉 it really is hard to go that long and not catch some sort of feelings

Something in Fred softens; his heart yearns to take you into his arms, to kiss you senseless as he reassures you he would never do something so utterly reckless again

Soft Fred is everything and absolutely holds my heart. He is so willing to cause chaos, put i can just picture him putting it on temporary halt if it hurts the one he loves 🥰

Thank you so much for this magnificent piece ❤️ I can’t imagine a better first submission to my writing challenge and just greatly appreciate you participating love ❤️❤️❤️

Love Me Now, Love Me Always // F.W.

Summary: Five times Fred has been in love with you, and the one time he tells you.

A/N: This is my entry for @kalimagik‘s magical winter writing challenge. My prompts were friends to lovers and my other is in bold in the text. I hope you like!!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: pining, light angst

Word count: 3k

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[norel-ravenclaw]

Masterlist & Taking writing requests!

Perpetual ask box open! I might not be able to get to everything, but ask anytime.

For all characters in:

• Ikemen Prince & Villain

• Court of Darkness

• One Piece Live Action (OPLA)

• Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel

• Princess in the Mirror, The Arcana, Last Legacy, Voltron

• Other major fandoms if I’m familiar

Will do:

drabbles, those lists with multiple characters, headcanons, character x character, reader x character, nsfw

Will not do:

pregnancy, lots of angst for angst’s sake, ya know?, abuse (however I am open to certain darker themes), degradation

Give me details of what you want so hopefully I can deliver what you have in mind! (I’m not great at writing or characterization, but I’ll do my best!)

(Minors, you know the drill. Don’t ask for nsfw)

Masterlist below the cut:

Find them all with the tag on my page 🔍 #norel writes

Ikemen Villains • Multi-character

* Aesthetics 1-2

Ikemen Prince • Multi-character

* Aesthetics 1-3

* Ikemen Prince Playlist

* Tattoo Headcanons 1 & 2

* Ikepri Routes as Dark Fairytales

* Ikepri Dark Fairytales 2

* Would You Rather Scenarios 🔥

* 21st Century Time Travel AU

* Naughty Dreams About Belle 🔥

* Belle Accidentally Makes A Harem

* Tarot Cards

* The Haunted Mansion AU - parts 1-3

* Ikepri LGBTQ Headcanons

* Modern Clothes AU - parts 1 & 2

* Ikepri Gems 💎 New!

* Profile Pic Art V1 (square)

* Profile Pic Art V2 (circle)

* Profile Pic Art V3 (animal)

Court of Darkness • Multi-character

* Aesthetics 1-4

* How Can I Say No To You?

* Meming it up in Saligia

* Memory Loss

* Captured Prey • Guy x Mc X Toa 🔥

One Piece (Live Action)

* Skinny Dipping • Nami 🔥

* (Welcome?) Interruption • Zoro 🔥

* Can’t Wait Anymore • Usopp 🔥

* Mine • Sanji 🔥

Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss

* Various Imagines

* Hazbin Hotel Aesthetics 1-3

* Helluva Boss Aesthetics 1-2

* Aro/Ace Reader x All of Hazbin

* In My Web • Zestial x reader

* Friends W/ Unexpected Benefits • Angel Dust x reader 🔥?

* Lucifer & Husk x reader drabble

* Dark Magik & Angel Dust

* Christmas Spirit, & Lack Thereof

Alastor • Hazbin Hotel

* Bite Me~ • Alastor x reader 🔥?

* Crossed Wires • Alastor x reader (platonic?)

Princess In The Mirror

* Aesthetics 1-3

* NSFW Headcanons 🔥

* Just What You Wanted

Sariel Noir • Ikemen Prince

* To Catch A Thief parts 1-4 🔥

* Light & Shadow

* A Kitten for Christmas 🔥

* Take Care Of Me Master

Clavis Lelouch • Ikemen Prince

* Cuffed 🔥

Luke Randolph • Ikemen Prince

* Size Difference 🔥

Rio Ortiz • Ikemen Prince

* Cuddles & Comfort

Keith Howell • Ikemen Prince

* Antler & Fur 🔥

Roy Invidia • Court of Darkness

* Drowning

Toa Quelsum • Court of Darkness

* Confession

Lou • Court of Darkness

* Maelstrom

* Playing In The Snow

Coming soon! Maybe!

* Arranged Marriage AU Ikepri??

* lots of Hazbin stuff!

[captain039]

Secrets of mutation

Logan(wolverine) x reader

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, AOB, trauma, swearing, sexual, intimate, a little forceful, anxiety

Xmen/new mutants

AOB will be referred to second gender xD

The alarms were blaring in your ear when you woke. Startled and uncoordinated you got out of bed and looked out the door seeing no one but flashing lights, what the hell was going on?

You remember waking up in this strange place, handcuffed to a bed in some strange room filled with other empty hospital beds. You don’t remember much from before, your past blurry. A woman had come in, a tablet in hand as she scanned you with something.

“Where am I?” You asked.

“Who are you?!” You added tugging at the cuffs.

“Calm down Miss Y/n, my name is Dr Reyes, you’re at a facility” you frowned at her words.

“What facility?” You questioned.

“A facility for mutants like yourself” she said typing down something.

“You do know what mutants are yes?” You nodded to her question.

“I’m- not a mutant” you trailed off a little unsure.

“You are Y/n, a little late in showing but none the less, a mutant” she walked to your cuffs and you flinched as she unlocked them.

“What’s my mutation?” You asked rubbing your wrists.

“We have yet to figure that out” she smiled.

“I’ll show you around”

It was more of a cage for mutants than a program, you learnt after some time, the others you were with didn’t appreciate new blood apparently except Sam, Danny and Rahne. You were finding it difficult to present your power to anyone and yourself. Rahne said she could sense you differently from the others, you were unsure why though. As it became more clear you weren’t getting out you began to freak out. Your mind forcefully trying to figure out what happened before, your parents, your life? You couldn’t remember any of it, just flashes of faceless people and laughs. You got nightmares every night, something different each time, a jumble of memories perhaps. When those alarms rang though you sought nothing but freedom.

You had found the others as they looked around confused also. You all had headed outside a jet of some sort landing nearby.

“Who the hell is that?” Roberto asked.

“How are we supposed to know?!” Rahne yelled as a voice filled your head.

“It’s alright” it said as the jet opened and an old man came out on a wheelchair.

“No!” You heard Dr Reyes stumbling out as a orange bubble surrounded you. You were suffocating in it as you fell to your knees gasping for breath, desperately bashing on the force.

You had awoken to soft beeping, before it slowly picked up much like your heart beat. You looked around this feeling to familiar when someone walked in.

“You’re awake” she said as you stared at her, machine beating rapidly.

“What’s going on?!” You tugged against the tubes on you and panicked.

“Calm down” she said rushing to you quickly.

“My names Storm” she said and you frowned.

“You’re at professors Xaviers school” you frowned at her words.

“School?” You questioned looking around the high tech medical lab.

“Well above us is the school” she chuckled.

“You might know us better by the xmen” she said and you still stared.

“Took us a while to find your facility, I’m afraid you’re not the only one who was in that situation, they’re happening everywhere” she sighed sadly.

“That shield around it blocked the Professor out for a while till he got in” you laid back down, head spinning.

“Are the others ok?” You asked.

“They’re fine, getting use to the school, Magik causing some trouble but she’ll adapt” she stood by your bed.

“I-I don’t know my mutation” you mumbled.

“That’s why the professors here” she said softly as someone walked in. You sat up again seeing the old man in the chair.

“I’m not that old” he chuckled and you flushed.

“I didn’t-“ you frowned at him.

“My mutation my dear, I can hear people’s thoughts” he smiled stopping by your bed.

“Oh” you said.

“Don’t worry I won’t scope around in their unless you require me too” he chuckled you crossed your arms awkwardly.

“Bad joke I’m afraid” he said as Storm chuckled.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Um?” You said.

“Yes I’d imagine this situation is rather stressful but we are here to help” he offered a warm smile.

“I don’t know what to do- I don’t remember my past apart from waking up in that facility, nor do I know my mutation” you said.

“Yes, the facility’s, the Essex’s program give you a serum that takes away your memories of your past life, to better focus the mind” he sighed.

“As for your mutation I can help you find it” he smiled.

“Essex’s program?” You asked.

“Yes there are secret facility’s around the world, covered by the orange shield, they hold powerful mutants in there for testing, turn them into weapons with no memories” he spoke grimly, his eyes downcast.

“It’s hard for me to get through the shield without causing a big war” he sighed.

“These programs are made by the government, to test on mutants the deem powerful and dangerous and turn them into killers in the future” he looked to the woman who had a saddened face also.

“It’s hard to find you all” she said sadly.

“Terrible thing” she added.

“Come, I’ll show you around the school, lighten your mood a bit” the Professor smiled. You stood slowly thankful your clothes were still on and not some stupid hospital gown. You followed the Professor through a bright hall and into an elevator.

As the door opened again you were stunned by the house and smells. Old but clean with students walking around.

“They’re all mutants” the Professor said as you looked to each one as you walked.

“We have classes upstairs and down stairs, down the end here is the cafeteria” he pointed down the hall and you nodded.

“Back this way is the smaller kitchen and toilets along with rooms on the left side” he added pointing out each room.

“The floor below us is where you train, like for PE and fighting” he said.

“There’s a courtyard and plenty of room outside as well as in” he smiled going up the stairs.

“Professor!” You jumped as someone called.

“Ah Logan” you turned with the professor seeing the man coming towards you. You were hit with something though, an overwhelming scent and you held a hand over your nose.

“What?” The man said.

“I don’t stink that bad” he sniffed himself and you shook your head.

“No Logan I don’t think she understands our second gender” the Professor said and you frowned.

“Jesus kid” the man muttered.

“Did you need something Logan?” The Professor asked.

“Yeah that girl you found her with Magik? She’s causing a bloody mess again” he huffed hands on his hips and you perked up.

“Shall we go see your friends?” The Professor asked and you nodded. As you walked away from the man you glanced back meeting his gaze. You gulped looking away and speeding up a bit.

“Y/n!” Rahne was the first to run to you. You sighed hugging them tightly. Danny joined and you felt tears in your eyes. Sam came over too and you chuckled giving him a hug also.

“You guys ok?” You asked pulling back.

“We’re fine” Rahne said.

“How are you?” Sam asked.

“I’m ok, I think” you gulped a little glancing to the professor.

“You’ve been out a couple of days” Danny said and you frowned.

“Really?” You asked and she nodded.

“Was worried you weren’t gonna get up” you turned seeing Roberto and went to hug him.

“I get a hug?” He said in awe and you chuckled shaking your head.

“Where is your friend Magik?” The Professor asked.

“Outside in her little world” Roberto sighed.

“She hasn’t taken a liking to this place” Rahne said.

“She never liked being cooped up anyway” you shrugged.

“Y/n are you happy to stay here while I go talk to her?” The Professor asked.

“Yeah, thank you” you whispered and he smiled leaving.

You sat on the couch sighing, head hung back.

“We’re really at Professor Xaviers school” Danny said in little awe.

“The xmen” you mumbled.

“Yep” Rahne said.

“Seems strange we weren’t sent here- but then again we were in a secret program” Sam said.

“Secret program of psychos” Roberto grumbled.

“I don’t understand why I was there though” you said saddened.

“I don’t know my powers, I don’t know anything apparently” you sighed leaning your head in your hands.

“What’s the second gender?” You asked.

“You don’t know?” Roberto asked surprised.

“No” you mumbled.

“The second gender is-“ Sam stuttered on his words.

“Alpha, Beta, Omega” Rahne said and you frowned.

“I don’t understand?” You said.

“It’s a ranking system almost” Roberto spoke up.

“When you hit puberty is when you know your rank, Alphas are the-“ before Roberto could speak Danny interrupted.

“Alphas are hot headed idiots” she rolled her eyes as Roberto huffed like a child.

“Betas are in the middle class, omegas in the bottom and alphas at the top” Rahne said.

“What are you guys?” You said.

“Robertos an alpha so is Sam and Illyana, I’m a beta and so is Danny” you frowned at Rahne words.

“What am I?” You said.

“You’re an omega” Sam muttered.

“So I’m beneath you?” You questioned.

“No it- it doesn’t work like that” he sighed.

“Then how does it work?” You asked desperate.

“I can’t explain it’s always been there” Sam shrugged.

“What the hell” you mumbled sinking into to the couch more.

“I’m sure the professor can help you” Rahne held your hand as you tried to smile and nod. You didn’t know your past, your powers, your second gender? Who even were you?

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