#rasputin x reader

[muiitoloko]

The Princess

Summary: He becomes obsessed with you, forgotten princess.

Pairing: Rasputin × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, violence, Black magic and obsession.

Author's Notes: Buckle up, folks, we're diving into another adventure! And can I let you in on a little secret? I might have gone off the rails a bit with Rasputin's character—oopsie! So, if I've strayed too far from the path of Rasputin-ness, let me know! Your feedback is like the GPS for my writing journey, guiding me back on track! 🚀🗺️

Request made by @eccentricchick here

In the kingdom of Czarist Russia, nestled in the heart of the vast Russian Empire, the halls of the royal palace echoed with whispers of intrigue and betrayal. It was a kingdom steeped in tradition and hierarchy, where bloodlines determined destiny and the pursuit of power knew no bounds.

And within the walls of the palace, hidden away from the prying eyes of the courtiers and nobles, lived the second princess—a forgotten soul cast aside by her family, deemed unworthy of the throne due to a cruel twist of fate.

Unlike your younger sister Anna, the heir to the throne, you, the second princess was unable to conceive children. In a kingdom where lineage was everything, your inability to produce an heir was seen as a fatal flaw, a stain upon your honor and your worth.

Dismissed from your rightful role as heir apparent, you was relegated to the shadows, overshadowed by your sister's brilliance and beauty. You was a mere footnote in the annals of history, a forgotten relic of a bygone era, your existence deemed inconsequential by those who held the reins of power.

Resigned to a life of solitude and obscurity, you had long accepted your fate as the forgotten princess, destined to languish in the shadows while your sister basked in the glory of her position as heir to the throne. With no prospects for marriage and no hope of ever bearing children, you had resigned yourself to a life of loneliness and isolation, your existence deemed worthless by those who held the reins of power.

But fate had other plans in store for you, as one day, the king made a fateful decision that would change the course of your life forever. Hearing tales of a mystic healer named Rasputin, renowned for his purported ability to commune with the divine, the king saw an opportunity to bring spiritual guidance to the palace and hired him to serve as the royal spiritual advisor.

Initially intended to provide guidance and counsel to your sister Anna, the king surprised everyone by decreeing that both princesses would receive instruction from Rasputin. And so, the enigmatic mystic was summoned to the palace, his arrival heralding a new chapter in your life.

As Rasputin entered the hallowed halls of the palace, his presence seemed to command the attention of all who beheld him. With his piercing gaze, unkempt mane of hair, and rugged beard, he exuded an aura of mystery and power, his baritone voice resonating with authority as he greeted the royal family.

Despite your initial skepticism, you couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity and intrigue as Rasputin began his teachings. His words were like poetry, weaving tales of spirituality and redemption that captivated your imagination and stirred something deep within your soul.

As the days turned into weeks, Rasputin's teachings delved deeper into the spiritual realm, captivating both you and Anna in different ways. While Anna seemed more enchanted by his charismatic presence, you remained reserved yet attentive, your curiosity growing with each passing lesson.

And despite Anna's uninhibited attempts to seduce Rasputin, he remained unfazed, enjoying the attention but never succumbing to her advances. Instead, his focus seemed to gravitate towards you, the forgotten princess, whose sweetness and sadness intrigued him more than Anna's boldness ever could.

Your family's disregard for your feelings and opinions did not go unnoticed by Rasputin. He observed how you were often left behind, ignored, and forgotten, yet you continued to display kindness and grace in the face of such neglect. This purity of heart only served to deepen Rasputin's fascination with you, contrasting sharply with the sinful women he was accustomed to.

In his eyes, you were a beacon of purity in a world tainted by ambition and deceit. He was drawn to the idea of making you his own, of protecting you from the cruelties of the world and showering you with the love and attention you so desperately deserved.

But Rasputin's intentions were not entirely altruistic. His desires were driven by a complex mix of genuine affection and a hunger for power, a hunger that could only be satiated by possessing something as pure and untainted as your soul.

And as Rasputin's teachings continued to enthrall both you and Anna, his attention towards you became increasingly intense, bordering on obsession. While Anna basked in his charismatic presence, you became the subject of Rasputin's fascination, his thoughts consumed by visions of you.

In the dead of night, as he lay in the embrace of nameless women, their bodies intertwined in a dance of desire, it was not their faces he saw, but yours. With each whispered breath and sinful caress, he imagined it was you beneath him, your purity tarnished by his touch, your innocence corrupted by his desires.

"Such sweet innocence," he murmured, his baritone voice laced with hunger as he traced imaginary lines upon your skin, his fingers tingling with anticipation. "I shall be the one to pluck the forbidden fruit, to taste the nectar of your purity and revel in the ecstasy of your corruption."

His dreams were filled with visions of you, your image haunting him even in the depths of his slumber. In his mind's eye, he saw himself as the serpent, tempting you with promises of enlightenment and ecstasy, leading you down the path of sin and salvation.

But his desires were not merely confined to the realm of dreams. In the quiet moments of solitude, when the palace slept and the world outside faded into darkness, Rasputin found himself consumed by thoughts of you, his mind ablaze with fantasies of conquest and domination.

"I shall be your savior and your downfall," he whispered to the shadows, his voice a seductive lure that beckoned you into his embrace. "For in your innocence lies the key to my salvation, and in your corruption, the promise of eternal damnation."

And so, fueled by his insatiable hunger and boundless ambition, Rasputin set out to claim you as his own, using every ounce of charm and influence at his disposal to bend you to his will. For in the forgotten princess, he saw not just a vessel for his desires, but a pawn in his game of power and manipulation, a pawn he was all too willing to sacrifice on the altar of his own ambition.

That day, following another session of Rasputin imparting God's precepts, your sister, Anna, departed, leaving you alone with the man. Summoning all your courage, you finally spoke, your voice barely above a muffled murmur. "Rasputin, may I have a moment of your time?"

Surprised by the request, Rasputin turned his piercing gaze towards you, his eyes alight with curiosity. "Of course, my dear princess. What is it that troubles you?"

You hesitated, the weight of your words heavy upon your tongue, but with a deep breath, you found the resolve to speak. "I... I wish to learn about economics and life outside the castle."

Rasputin arched an eyebrow, a hint of intrigue dancing in his eyes. "Economics, you say? A curious choice for a princess."

You glanced down at the floor, your fingers fidgeting nervously as you spoke. "My sister is learning about it from my father, and... and I fear for my future. If I am to be cast aside, I wish to be prepared."

Rasputin's expression softened, a glimmer of empathy shining through his enigmatic facade. "I see. You wish to carve your own path, regardless of the obstacles in your way."

You nodded, a sense of relief washing over you as Rasputin seemed to understand your plight. "Yes, precisely. Will you... will you teach me?"

A smile tugged at the corners of Rasputin's lips, his eyes alight with newfound admiration. "It would be my honor, Princess. I shall impart upon you the knowledge you seek, and together, we shall navigate the intricacies of the world beyond these walls."

With a sense of gratitude swelling within your heart, you stepped forward, surprising Rasputin with a brief embrace before bowing in gratitude. "Thank you, Rasputin. You have given me hope where there was none."

Rasputin returned the gesture, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary as he inhaled the sweet scent of your perfume, committing it to memory. "It is my pleasure, Princess. Fear not, for I shall be your guide in this journey of discovery."

And as you departed, a newfound sense of purpose burning within your soul, Rasputin watched you with a mixture of fascination and desire, knowing that this encounter had sealed your fates together in ways neither of you could have anticipated.

He closed his eyes, your scent still lingering in the air, a sweet temptation that beckoned to him. It was as if you had left a part of yourself behind, a tantalizing reminder of the warmth and sweetness you brought into his life. With a soft sigh, Rasputin relished in the memory, savoring the fleeting sensation of your presence before it dissipated into the ether.

Woman was made for man, Rasputin mused, his thoughts drifting towards the biblical tale of Adam and Eve. Just as Eve was fair for Adam, you were made for him, his sweet temptation, a forbidden fruit that he longed to taste again and again.

But there was no time for lingering indulgence. With a sense of purpose burning within him, Rasputin quickly left the chamber, his steps echoing against the marble floors as he made his way to his quarters. The warmth of your touch still lingered upon his skin, igniting a fire within him that refused to be extinguished.

As he entered his private chambers, Rasputin wasted no time in undressing, his movements swift and purposeful as he discarded his clothes with practiced ease. His pants fell around his ankles, pooling at his feet, while he bit the hem of his shirt, pulling it high to reveal his semi-hard penis.

With a hunger that bordered on desperation, Rasputin took himself in hand, his touch firm and demanding as he stroked himself to full hardness. His mind was consumed by thoughts of you, kneeling before him, your eyes filled with devotion as you eagerly awaited his instruction.

Imagining your scent, your touch, Rasputin lost himself in a whirlwind of desire, his fantasies taking on a life of their own as he surrendered himself to the intoxicating pleasure of his own touch. With each stroke, he imagined your lips trailing kisses along his length, your hands exploring every inch of his body with a hunger that mirrored his own.

"Oh, my sweet princess," Rasputin murmured, his voice thick with desire as he imagined you kneeling before him, your eyes filled with adoration as you worshipped at his feet. "You are my greatest temptation, my deepest desire. I shall make you mine, body and soul, and together, we shall conquer the world."

Driven by a primal need for release, Rasputin quickened his pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he approached the brink of ecstasy. With a final, desperate cry, he succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure, his climax washing over him in a tidal wave of ecstasy as he spilled himself onto the floor below.

As he lay there, spent and sated, Rasputin's mind was filled with visions of you, your image burning brightly in the darkness of his thoughts. For in that moment, he knew that you were not just a princess to be conquered, but a queen to be crowned, a partner in his quest for power and domination.

And as he drifted off to sleep, Rasputin whispered a silent prayer of thanks to the gods, grateful for the sweet temptation that had entered his life and forever altered the course of his destiny.

The next day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the palace grounds, Rasputin made his way to the Palace library, where you awaited his arrival with a sense of eager anticipation. Dressed in his usual attire of flowing robes and unkempt hair, Rasputin exuded an air of mystery and authority as he entered the room, his presence commanding attention as he took his seat across from you.

With a soft smile, you greeted him, your eyes sparkling with excitement as you presented him with the gift—a delicate necklace adorned with a small cross. Rasputin's gaze lingered on the necklace for a moment, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns before meeting your eyes with a look of genuine gratitude.

"Thank you, my princess," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody that washed over you like a warm embrace. "This is a most thoughtful gift, and I shall cherish it always."

As you stepped forward to place the necklace around his neck, Rasputin allowed you to do so, relishing in the warmth of your touch as you arranged it in his robes. His heart swelled with affection as he looked down at you, his eyes softening with genuine fondness as he beheld your innocence and purity.

With a gentle smile, Rasputin blessed you, making the sign of the cross and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before the start of your lesson. Despite the temptation to indulge in more intimate gestures, Rasputin restrained himself, contenting himself with the simple pleasure of your company as you embarked on your journey of learning together.

As the lessons progressed, you found yourself drawn to Rasputin's enigmatic presence, your curiosity piqued by the tales of his past and the rumors that surrounded him. With a shy yet earnest expression, you broached the subject, your voice barely above a whisper as you dared to ask about his life outside the palace walls.

Rasputin's expression softened, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes as he considered your question. "Ah, my dear princess, the rumors you have heard are but fragments of the truth, distorted by the whispers of those who seek to tarnish my reputation."

He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "Yes, it is true that I have wandered far and wide, seeking enlightenment and guidance from the divine. But depraved? No, my dear, I am merely a humble servant of God, seeking to fulfill my purpose in this world."

You listened intently, hanging on his every word as he shared glimpses of his past and the trials he had faced along the way. Despite the shadows that lingered in his past, you couldn't help but feel a sense of compassion and understanding towards him, drawn to the complexity of his character and the depth of his soul.

As the evening drew to a close, Rasputin bid you farewell with a kind smile, his eyes alight with warmth and affection as he promised to continue your lessons in the days to come. And as you watched him depart, a sense of gratitude welled within you, grateful for the opportunity to learn from a man whose wisdom and guidance would shape your destiny in ways you could never have imagined.

In the days that followed, Rasputin reveled in your presence, relishing the opportunity to share his knowledge with you under the veil of secrecy. Late into the night, when the palace slept and the world outside faded into darkness, Rasputin would summon you to the library, where he would teach you about life beyond the castle walls.

With each lesson, you drank in his words like a parched traveler in the desert, eager to quench your thirst for knowledge and understanding. Rasputin proved to be an engaging teacher, his baritone voice weaving tales of far-off lands and exotic cultures that captured your imagination and stirred something deep within your soul.

As the nights turned into weeks, Rasputin's teachings became increasingly intimate, his lessons delving into the mysteries of the flesh and the pleasures of the senses. With each whispered confession and lingering touch, he awakened something primal within you, a hunger that burned with a fierce intensity.

And then, one fateful night, as the candles flickered and cast long shadows across the library shelves, Rasputin could resist you no longer. With a hunger that bordered on desperation, he pinned you against the nearest shelf, his body pressed against yours as he accused you of consuming his thoughts, of tempting him away from God.

"I don't understand," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you looked up at him with wide, bewildered eyes. "Why would you say such things?"

Rasputin's expression softened, a mixture of frustration and longing flickering in his eyes as he gazed down at you. "Because it's true, my dear princess. You consume my thoughts, cloud my prayers, tempt me away from the path of righteousness with your sweet innocence."

You shook your head, a sense of disbelief washing over you as you struggled to comprehend his words. "But... but I never meant to..."

Before you could finish your sentence, Rasputin's hands found their way to your waist, his touch both gentle and possessive as he held you in place. "You may deny it, my dear, but I see the truth in your eyes. You long for my touch, crave my kiss, even as you try to push me away."

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words bearing down upon you like a heavy burden. "But these are things I should only do with my husband," you protested weakly, your hands instinctively moving to push him away.

Rasputin stood firm, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he refused to let you go. "And what husband would want you?" he countered, his voice low and husky with desire. "An infertile, useless woman like yourself?"

You stammered, your mind racing as you struggled to find a response. "But... but there are women in the Bible who were infertile and still got married because their husbands wanted them," you argued, desperate to find some semblance of reason in the chaos of your thoughts.

Rasputin nodded, his eyes alight with a fierce intensity as he gazed down at you. "Yes, my dear, and I want you," he declared, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "I desire you, I love you. Only I can give you what you desire, what you deserve."

You recoiled in surprise, the shock of his words reverberating through your very being. "But... but I'm sterile," you protested weakly, your voice trembling with uncertainty. "How could you possibly..."

Rasputin cut you off with a dismissive wave of his hand, his expression unwavering in its determination. "It matters not," he declared, his voice filled with conviction. "With my seed, I can give you a child, fulfill your deepest desires. You need only let me."

You stared up at him in disbelief, the weight of his words sinking in like a heavy anchor dragging you down into the depths of despair. Could it be true? Could Rasputin truly possess such power?

But as you looked into his eyes, burning with a fierce intensity that seemed to pierce through to your very soul, you knew that you had no choice but to believe. For in that moment, Rasputin was not just a man, but a force of nature, a tempest of desire and passion that threatened to consume you whole.

And as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours, you made a decision. With a trembling breath, you closed the distance between you, surrendering yourself to the intoxicating allure of Rasputin's embrace. For in his arms, you found not just desire, but salvation, a glimmer of hope in the darkness that surrounded you.

Rasputin moaned against your mouth, his lips hungrily seeking yours as he savored the taste of your kiss. To him, your embrace was like water in the desert, a sweet temptation that he had longed to taste. With a fierce determination, he pressed you harder against the shelf, his hands roaming over your body with an urgency that mirrored his own desires.

As the books fell around you, you grasped onto the shelf for support, one hand holding it above you while the other clutched onto Rasputin's shoulder. His touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume your very soul.

Feeling your response, Rasputin picked you up effortlessly, his strong arms holding your thighs as he positioned himself between your legs. With a sense of surrender, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you moaned his name against his lips.

"Rasputin," you whispered, the name slipping from your tongue like a prayer. "I don't know what's happening, but I want you."

Rasputin's eyes gleamed with a mix of desire and determination as he reassured you, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "I will guide you, my dear princess," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "Trust in me, and I will show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams."

With a sense of anticipation coursing through your veins, you surrendered yourself to Rasputin's embrace, allowing him to lead you into a world of forbidden desire and ecstasy. Together, you embarked on a journey of passion and exploration, each touch and caress igniting a fire within you that refused to be extinguished.

As Rasputin laid you against the table, sweeping aside the books with a careless gesture, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mingled with trepidation. Was this how you would lose your virginity? At a table in the library, with Rasputin's hungry gaze upon you?

Your thoughts were interrupted as Rasputin pulled the front of your dress down, revealing your breasts to his hungry gaze. A blush rose to your cheeks at the sudden exposure, but Rasputin paid no mind, his lips descending upon your skin with a fervent hunger.

With a low moan, you arched your back, offering yourself to him completely as he took a breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking against your sensitive flesh in a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. It was a sensation unlike anything you had ever experienced, a heady mix of pleasure and desire that threatened to overwhelm your senses.

"Rasputin," you gasped, your voice thick with need as you surrendered yourself to the ecstasy of his touch. "Please, I need you."

Rasputin grunted against your breast, his lips trailing kisses along your skin with a fervent hunger, you felt a sense of overwhelming desire coursing through your veins. His touch was like fire against your skin, igniting a passion within you that threatened to consume your very soul.

"Call me Grigori," he murmured against your skin, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "That's my name."

You nodded, your mind clouded with desire as you struggled to comprehend the intensity of your feelings. "I... I don't know what to do," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you confessed your lack of knowledge to him.

Rasputin's eyes gleamed with amusement, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths as he reassured you with a gentle smile. "That's quite all right, my dear," he replied, his voice dripping with honeyed charm. "I shall teach you."

With his guidance, you helped him remove his clothes, your fingers trembling with anticipation as you undid the buttons of his tunic. As the fabric fell away, leaving him clad only in his pants and the necklace you had given him, you couldn't help but admire the sight before you.

But when Rasputin undid his pants, exposing his enormous penis wrapped in dark, coarse curls like his beard, you couldn't help but gasp in surprise and fear at its size. "Is... is it supposed to be like that?" you questioned, your eyes wide with uncertainty as you looked up at him.

Rasputin chuckled, a deep rumble of amusement that reverberated through your very core. "No, my dear princess, not all men are gifted like me," he explained, his voice a seductive purr as he took your hand and led it to his throbbing member.

With his guidance, you began to caress him, your fingers exploring every inch of his length with a curiosity that bordered on fascination. Rasputin's breath hitched with pleasure as you spread the pre-cum to lubricate it, his hips rocking against your touch in a rhythm that mirrored your own desires.

Encouraged by his response, you pressed your thumb against the small hole of his red penis, marveling at its size and texture. "It's so large," you whispered, your voice filled with wonder as you continued to explore him with a newfound sense of curiosity.

Rasputin groaned in response, his eyes dark with desire as he urged you on with a husky whisper. "Yes, my princess, it is," he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he guided your hand with a firm yet gentle touch. "But fear not, for I shall show you how to please me. Press a little harder, yes... just like that."

Emboldened by his encouragement, you pressed a little harder, feeling a surge of satisfaction as Rasputin's breath hitched in his chest. With each stroke, you became more curious, more eager to explore the depths of his desire and pleasure.

"Such a good girl," Rasputin praised, his voice a low growl that sent shivers of excitement coursing through your body

As Rasputin's penis leaked more pre-cum, you couldn't help but notice the glistening liquid coating your hand. Curiosity getting the better of you, you asked, "What is this liquid, Grigori? It's... slippery."

Rasputin took a moment to process your question, his eyes glazed with pleasure as he focused on the sensation of your hand on him. With a low chuckle, he finally responded, his voice husky with desire, "Ah, my dear princess, that is pre-cum. It's a natural lubricant that the body produces to prepare for intercourse."

Your eyes widened with surprise at his explanation, a blush creeping up your cheeks at the realization of what his body was preparing for. "I see," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you continued to stroke him, feeling the slickness of the pre-cum between your fingers.

But then, a curious glint entered your eyes as a thought occurred to you. "Do... do women produce this type of liquid too?" you questioned, a hint of innocence lacing your words.

Rasputin's eyebrows shot up in surprise at your question, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he realized where your thoughts were leading. "Oh, my princess, women have their own special way of preparing for intercourse," he replied, his voice dripping with suggestive intent. "But perhaps I should show you rather than explain."

With a sly grin, Rasputin guided your hand to the juncture between your thighs, his fingers tracing light circles against your sensitive flesh. You gasped at the sensation, a shiver running down your spine as he teased you with feather-light touches.

"Feel that, my dear?" Rasputin murmured, his voice a seductive purr as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "That's your body's way of preparing for pleasure, of inviting me inside you."

You moaned softly at his words, the heat pooling between your legs as desire surged through your veins. "I... I want you, Grigori," you whispered, your voice thick with need as you surrendered yourself to the intoxicating pleasure of his touch.

Rasputin chuckled darkly, a hunger burning in his eyes as he pressed himself against you, his hardness pressing against your core. "Then let me show you, my dear princess," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "Let me show you how good it can feel to be mine."

He helped you remove your panties and lie down on the table. He maintained his reassuring demeanor, acknowledging the fear and uncertainty clouding your mind. With gentle yet firm hands, he positioned himself between your legs, his gaze locking with yours as he spoke with honesty and candor.

"Princess, I won't lie to you. This may hurt at first," Rasputin admitted, his voice a soothing murmur that washed over you like a warm embrace. "But as you get used to it, you may find that you enjoy it. Trust me, my dear."

With a trembling nod, you clung to his shoulders, your heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. As Rasputin leaned down to kiss your collarbone and suck your breasts once more, you felt a surge of desire coursing through your veins, mingled with the primal fear of the unknown.

But then, with a slow and deliberate motion, Rasputin guided himself inside you, his entry careful yet determined. As he predicted, you felt a sharp pain rippling through your body, causing tears to well up in your eyes as you cried out in discomfort.

"Please, Rasputin, it hurts," you whimpered, your voice trembling with anguish as you clung to him for support. "Make it stop."

Rasputin's heart ached at the sight of your tears, but he knew that he had to be strong for both of you. With a hoarse voice filled with reassurance, he whispered words of comfort as he continued to sink deeper into you, his movements slow and deliberate.

"It will get better, my dear. I promise," Rasputin murmured, his breath hot against your skin as he brushed away your tears with gentle kisses. "Just hold on to me, and trust in the pleasure that awaits you."

Despite the pain, you found solace in Rasputin's words, clinging to him with a fierce determination as you surrendered yourself to the intoxicating pleasure of his touch. With each thrust, the pain began to subside, replaced by a faint glimmer of pleasure that stirred something deep within your soul.

And then, as if by magic, you felt a shift in sensation, a spark of pleasure igniting within you as Rasputin's penis brushed against a sensitive spot deep inside your core. With a gasp of surprise, you realized that the pain was fading, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure that threatened to consume your very being.

"Grigori," you moaned, your voice thick with desire as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer with each thrust. "Don't stop, please."

Rasputin groaned in response, his movements becoming more urgent as he surrendered himself to the primal hunger that burned within him. With each thrust, he felt himself drawn deeper into you, his desire mingling with yours in a frenzy of passion and ecstasy.

"Gods, you feel so good, my dear," Rasputin murmured, his voice thick with desire as he buried himself deeper inside you. "So tight, so hot. I never want to leave this place."

You moaned in response, the scrape of his penis against your pussy sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. It was a sensation unlike anything you had ever experienced, a heady mix of pleasure and desire that threatened to overwhelm your senses.

As Rasputin increased his thrusts, making the cross of his necklace bang against your chin with each movement, he seemed to go wild, his baritone voice filled with a mix of desire and desperation. "Oh, my sweet temptation," he groaned, his words punctuated by ragged gasps of pleasure. "I'll fill you with my babies, hmm? You'll carry my seed, my mark, deep inside you."

His messy hair and beard framed his face as he leaned in closer, his hooked nose brushing against your cheek as he whispered in your ear. "Your pussy, my dear princess, it's the best I've ever had. So sweet, so tight. You're mine now, mine alone."

With each thrust, Rasputin's desires grew more fervent, his promises of pleasure and fulfillment becoming more explicit with each passing moment. "I'll give you everything you want, everything you desire," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I'll put the world at your feet, my dear. Just let me fill you, claim you as mine."

Rasputin slowed his movements, allowing you to savor the sensation of his cock dragging inside you. He gazed into your eyes with a mixture of desire and curiosity. His baritone voice was thick with anticipation as he posed the question that hung heavy in the air between you.

"Do you want my baby, my princess?" Rasputin whispered, his breath hot against your skin as he waited for your response. "Only I can give you that. Only I can fill you with my seed."

Your heart raced at his words, a mixture of desire and fear swirling within you as you struggled to find the words to respond. But before you could form a coherent thought, a whimper escaped your lips, a desperate plea for the fulfillment that only Rasputin could provide.

"Yes," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper as you clung to him, your nails digging into his back as you surrendered yourself to the overwhelming pleasure of the moment. "Yes, Rasputin, please. I don't want to be barren. I don't want to be a useless woman."

But Rasputin silenced your fears with a trail of kisses down your chin to your ear, his lips brushing against your skin as he declared his intentions with a fervent determination.

"You are not useless to me, my dear," Rasputin murmured, his voice laced with sincerity as he held you close, his arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace. "I will put a baby inside you. I will give you as many children as you want, whatever you desire. For now, you are mine, my sweet temptation."

With each word, Rasputin's desires grew more fervent, his promises of pleasure and fulfillment echoing in the air around you. And as he closed his lips around your nipple, sucking greedily at your sweet breasts, you couldn't help but moan in ecstasy, lost in the overwhelming sensation of his touch.

"Such sweet breasts," Rasputin murmured between sucks, his voice thick with desire as he reveled in the pleasure of your virgin flesh. "So untouched, so pure. You are mine now, my dear. Mine to mold, mine to possess."

But then, in the midst of his ecstasy, Rasputin's pleasure was interrupted by a sudden scream of pain as his hair was yanked back and he was thrown onto the floor. With a startled cry, he looked up to see the king, your father, standing over him with a look of rage in his eyes.

"Father, no!" you screamed in shame, covering your breasts with your arms as you rushed to his side, only to be met with a sharp slap that sent you sprawling to the ground with a cry of pain.

"Silence, you wretched girl!" the king thundered, his voice filled with contempt as he glared down at you. "You are no daughter of mine, no princess of this kingdom. You are nothing but a disgrace, a stain upon our noble bloodline."

As your father's foot connected with your side, stealing the air from your lungs and leaving you gasping for breath, Rasputin roared in fury, his voice reverberating off the walls of the library. "How dare you touch my sweet temptation!" he thundered, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.

With a primal growl, Rasputin launched himself at the king, his hands curled into fists as he sought to strike back against the man who dared to harm you. But the guards were quick to react, their grip tightening around Rasputin's arms as they delivered swift kicks to his legs, forcing him to his knees before the king.

"What do you think you're doing, Rasputin?" the king demanded, his voice laced with contempt as he glared down at the fallen man. "How dare you lay a hand on my daughter? I've heard rumors of your depravity, but I never expected such audacity from you."

Rasputin's nostrils flared with anger as he struggled against the guards, his eyes never leaving the king's face. "She is mine," he declared, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "And I will not let anyone stand in the way of what is rightfully mine."

As the king's fist collided with Rasputin's jaw, the sound of bone meeting bone echoed through the library, followed by a low grunt of pain from Rasputin. You screamed from the ground, begging your father to stop, tears streaming down your face as you pleaded for mercy, but the king ignored you, his gaze fixed on Rasputin with a mixture of contempt and rage.

Ignoring your cries, the king grabbed a handful of Rasputin's hair, yanking his head back with a cruel force that made blood trickle down from Rasputin's nose. With a sneer of disgust, the king leaned in close, his voice dripping with disdain as he delivered his ultimatum.

"Leave this kingdom, Rasputin," the king spat, his breath hot against Rasputin's face. "Or I'll have you killed like the vermin you are."

Rasputin's eyes blazed with defiance, his voice a low growl of anger. "I'll go nowhere without her," he declared, his baritone voice resonating with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "She belongs to me, and I will not leave her behind."

The king's lips curled into a sneer of contempt as he pushed Rasputin away, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "She is of no use to me," he scoffed, his voice filled with disdain. "But she is certainly not yours to claim."

Rasputin's gaze darkened with a hint of menace, his voice low and dangerous. "I will have her, one way or another," he threatened, his eyes flashing with an otherworldly intensity. "And if you stand in my way, I will unleash a curse upon this kingdom that will make your blood run cold."

Suddenly, the air in the library grew thick with a palpable tension, the lights dimming as if a shadow had fallen over the room. Books tumbled from their shelves, glass shattered on the floor, and a bone-chilling cold swept through the air, causing the king and his guards to recoil in fear.

With a triumphant smirk, Rasputin raised his hand, his voice echoing with a dark power as he summoned forth the spirits of the unseen world. "Feel the wrath of the unseen," he intoned, his voice a haunting melody that sent shivers down your spine. "And know that I am not to be trifled with."

As the king and his guards stumbled back in fear, the guards holding Rasputin suddenly began to choke, their faces turning purple as if they were being deprived of air.

"You see, Your Majesty," Rasputin murmured, his voice dripping with malice. "You cannot control me. I am beyond your reach, beyond your power. And now, I demand that you give her to me. She belongs to me, body and soul."

The king's face contorted with rage as he stared at Rasputin, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Never," he spat, his voice filled with fury. "She is my daughter, and I will not let her fall into the clutches of a madman like you."

Rasputin chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intensity as he gazed down at the king, who was now struggling to breathe. "You should have listened to reason, Your Majesty," Rasputin sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "But now, you shall pay the price for your arrogance."

With a swift motion, Rasputin closed his fist, his fingers curling into a tight grip as he exerted his will upon the king. The air grew thick with a suffocating pressure, and the king fell to his knees, his hands clawing at his neck as he gasped for air.

You, still recovering from the shock of the confrontation, scrambled to your feet, your dress now hastily arranged as you rushed to your father's side. "Father, please!" you cried, tears streaming down your face as you tried to help him. "Stop this, Grigori!"

But Rasputin paid you no heed, his eyes fixed on the king as he continued to exert his dark power. "You dare to defy me, Your Majesty?" Rasputin growled, his voice low and menacing. "You are but a puppet in my hands, a pawn in my game."

As the king's struggles grew weaker, you found yourself torn between loyalty to your father and fear of Rasputin's wrath. Desperate to save your father, you crawled on your knees to Rasputin, your heart pounding with a mixture of dread and determination.

"Please, Rasputin," you begged, your voice trembling with emotion as you clutched his hand, pleading for mercy. "He's my father. I can't bear to see him suffer. Please, spare him."

For a moment, Rasputin hesitated, his intense gaze softening as he looked at you, his sweet temptation, pleading for mercy. The memory of his promise to give you anything you desired flashed through his mind, and with a sigh, he relented, his grip on your hand loosening.

"It's okay," he murmured, his baritone voice a soothing balm against the chaos surrounding you. "I won't kill your father."

You breathed a sigh of relief, tears still streaming down your face as you clung to Rasputin, grateful for his mercy. Behind you, your father coughed and struggled to catch his breath, the tension in the room slowly dissipating as Rasputin picked up his pants from the floor, hastily putting them on.

As Rasputin grabbed your hand, determination burning in his eyes, he gestured for you to follow him. "Come, my dear," he urged, his voice urgent yet reassuring. "We must leave before your father calls for the guards."

Your father, still catching his breath, shouted breathlessly for the guards as Rasputin pulled you along, running through the halls towards the stables. With each step, your heart raced with a mixture of fear and excitement, knowing that your fate was now intertwined with Rasputin's.

As you reached the stables, Rasputin quickly assessed the situation, his eyes scanning the rows of horses for the fastest steed. Spotting a sleek black stallion in the corner, he wasted no time in approaching it, his movements confident and purposeful.

"This one," Rasputin declared, his voice authoritative as he reached out to stroke the horse's mane. "He will do."

With practiced ease, Rasputin saddled the horse, his movements swift and efficient as he prepared to make his escape. As he helped you onto the horse's back, he climbed up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist in a protective embrace.

"Hold on tight, my dear," Rasputin murmured, his voice low and reassuring as he urged the horse into a gallop. "We have a long journey ahead of us, but together, we will overcome whatever challenges lie in our path."

And as the horse galloped away from the castle, Rasputin's arm tightened around your waist, pulling you close to him as you clung to him for dear life. With each beat of the horse's hooves against the ground, you felt yourself leaving behind the chaos and danger of the castle, riding towards an uncertain future with Rasputin by your side.

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See you in Warsaw

Masterlist - Misc. masterlist

Grigori Rasputin x female reader

Part 1

Words: 2153

Summary: you, dear reader, are a thaumaturge traveling through the world. As you finally arrived in Warsaw at the Szulski residence, the phone suddenly rang...

Reader: short female reader with curves, but no other specific descriptions are used

Part 2

While he was excited to finally get to Warsaw for his very own reasons, the moment he stepped out of the train and the Nadarzynskis greeted him cheerfully, regret crawled into his mind. For the first time his own goals seemed unimportant, a forgotten thought lingering in the shadows of his mind. For the first time since he started his journey he felt like there was something he craved more than complying to his visions and his faith...you. Although, in his very own way, he believed you to part of God's plan and that your paths had crossed couldn't be a mere coincidence. He had to tame his own desires for at least a day, it was crucial that he'd take his time to get acquainted with his hosts and the neighbourhood, and it would most likely point him eventually towards you.

You had arrived early in the morning at the Szulki residence, Grazyna greeting you with a warm hug and invited you in. It had been a while since you visited Ligia and after giving her a day after her father's funeral, you'd decided that you couldn't wait any longer to meet your friend. She was sitting in the dining room, the fork falling out of her hand as she gasped at you entered.

"How long has it been?", Ligia asked jumping up from her chair so fast it almost fell backwards before walking towards you.

"Too long", you replied, pulling her into a tight hug, "my condolences."

"Thank you", Ligia whispered before pulling away, "Wiktor is here too, he should be upstairs."

Before she could say any more, you nodded with a mischievous grin and turned on your heel, striding through the hallway towards the stairway when the sudden ringing of the telephone startled you. With hesitant steps you approached and took the receiver, holding it up to your ear without saying anything.

"I talk here...? Do you hear me now? Wiktor? Wiktor, are you there?"

A small chuckle passed your lips and your heart skipped a small beat as you instantly recognised the voice. You found it almost endearing how he seemed to use a telephone for the first time but the mention of Wiktor's name made you wonder if he had asked him for help to decipher you little message and if Wiktor would have revealed that you knew him since childhood.

"This is the Szulski residence but I'm afraid it's not Wiktor", you finally replied, trying your earnest to keep your mischievous giggles down.

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes until Grigori softly murmured 'angel'.

"And here I thought you'd be asking for me but no, apparently I'm not your favourite thaumaturge", you teased, curious what he'd reply.

"Far from it my dear", the man chuckled at the other end of the line, "although Wiktor was the last one I met and he was so kind as to translate that little message of yours to me", he paused for a moment as if weighing the choice of his next words very carefully, "should you desire your brooch back, I have found lodgings here in Warsaw, Seven Powązkowska Street, by the cemetery."

"That brooch is one my favourite, so expect a visit soon", you grinned to yourself, eager for the opportunity to see him again so soon, "oh and Grigori, it's good to hear your voice."

Rasputin was taken aback by the sudden softness in your voice and it took him a moment to collect his thoughts before answering.

"It's good to hear you as well. And please inform Wiktor of the address too, he may have need of me. Goodbye."

There was pause and just before you wanted to hang up, you could his voice laced with confusion and astonishment.

"I want to end now. What do I...? Like this? Wonderful device. Remarkable. Hello...? Oh. And now...?"

With an amused chuckle you set the receiver down and made your upstairs to greet Wiktor.

A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he saw you strode into the living room of the Nadarzynskis. The excitement of meeting you again almost made him feel nauseous and, all over sudden, all his resolve to remain calm crumbled and he jumped up from the sofa and pulled you into a tight hug.

"It's wonderful to see you again, my angel", he whispered softly against your neck.

Finally, you were in his arms again as he continued to hold you in his arms, his chin resting lightly on top of your head. A fleeting worry crossed his mind—that perhaps you were merely a figment of his imagination—but the warmth of your body pressed against his dispelled such doubts. That divine melody of your heartbeat resounding within your chest and now that his guardian angel was finally by his side again, a strange sense of peace settled over him. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent. It was like a gift of the Heavens to him, a soothing smell that reminded him of warm summer days and long walks through forests filled with the most beautiful flowers. He felt the tension in his shoulders melt away, and for the first time in days, the knot in his stomach seemed to ease. A silent prayer echoed within him, beseeching God to allow this moment of tranquillity and closeness to last forever.

Reluctantly, he drew back from you, his hands gently resting on your shoulders before tenderly cradling your face. In his eyes shone a fervent adoration, akin to a religious devotion, as he gazed upon you.

"I've missed you", he whispered, "you can't imagine how happy I am to see you here, God's sweetest angel."

"I'm a thaumaturge", the tone of your voice was laced with amusement, "I have a very good idea of how happy you are. Besides you still hold something dear to me."

A wide smile tugged at the corners of Rasputin's lips and his hand reached into his pocket, taking out the brooch and offering it to you. The moment your fingertips graced the cold metal of the brooch, visions of emotions flooded your mind. You could see and feel the traces of passion clinging to the object and thoughts of you that had occupied the person's mind. Blushing slightly, you looked up at Rasputin. Despite the initial surprise leaving you momentarily flustered, you managed to smirk at him with playful defiance.

"You touched yourself while thinking of me, Grigori?"

Clearing his throat, he felt a flush of embarrassment sweep over him as he watched you examine the jewellery with a teasing grin. He couldn't deny the fact that he had been plagued by sinful thoughts upon on which he acted while your angelic beauty haunted his mind. You were a gift from God and whatever love and passion he harboured for you, it felt strangely holy to him. And yet, he couldn't help but still feel exposed and vulnerable.

"I... well...", he stammered, searching for words that eluded him, for you had already seen and felt the true essence of the love and passion he held for you within his soul.

With a defeated sigh, his eyes found yours, summoning every ounce of courage to meet your gaze with a faintly amused grin.

"Can you blame me?"

Laughter bubbled within your chest at his question and you shook your head, leaning closer as you whispered your name into his ear.

"You might want to at least know which name to moan the next time."

You pulled away, giving him a sly wink as you took a seat on the sofa.

A shiver ran down his spine and his eyes seemed to darken a tone, his pupils dilating, as your name echoed endlessly in his mind. He could almost imagine it, the sound of your name spoken from his lips like a fervent incantation as he lay upon his bed, fingers digging into the sheets while his hand wrapped around and stroked... He shook his head and sat down next to you, trying to dispel the fog of desire that thickened inside his skull. You gently placed your hand upon his cheek, turning his face towards you to capture his attention.

"Let's talk somewhere a bit more private, away from prying ears", you whispered.

Rasputin's vision blackened for a moment before he found himself standing in a dark void, where crimson mist flickered like embers in the air around him. The place was devoid of all sound and as panic started to rise within him, he spun around only to be met with the vast emptiness of the boundless Then, without warning, you emerged before him, a gentle smile lighting up your delicate features as you raised your hands.

"Welcome to the inside of your mind."

His eyes widened as a towering figure emerged behind you, its gaze intently focused on an ancient tome cradled in its hands. Rasputin tried to concentrate on the man's face but the more he tried, the more it seemed to elude him, ever-shifting and changing from beauty to monstrosity, from man to woman into a strange mixture of all of it at once. The man moved with a supernatural grace and when his eyes finally met Grigori's, he was overcome with a strange sense of love, engulfing his entire being with a comforting warmth.

"This is Dantalion, my salutor", you spoke softly as you approached the two men.

Your hand tenderly caressed your salutor's cheek, and as you shared a moment of profound connection, Dantalion vanished once more, leaving only you and Rasputin enveloped in the darkness.

"Impressive", he muttered under his breath.

He stood there captivated by how different you communicated with your salutor compared to Wiktor, it held much more power and grace. The connection between you and Dantalion seemed to be a incorruptible unity, bound by a strange yet familiar love and Grigori noticed a sudden hint of jealousy prickling beneath his skin.

"I've never seen Wiktor's salutor", he spoke as his eyes found yours.

"That's because he chose not to reveal it to you", you shrugged with a slightly amused grin, "I decided to share it with you since Dantalion is an integral part of who I am. Anyone who chooses me must also accept him."

"God has bestowed upon you a truly wondrous gift, my dearest angel", the calm in his voice resonated through the black void around you, "and he has blessed me with your presence and trust."

"You still believe me to be an angel, even after witnessing the demon standing beside me?"

You moved closer to him, gently cradling his face in your hands, your fingers threading softly through his beard as your eyes danced between his gaze and lips. Before he could respond, your lips clashed on his in a passionate kiss. Despite you being inside his mind, it felt real and there was a tenderness to his lips that stirred something profound within your heart. As you felt him melt into the kiss, your tongue pushed past his lips to deepen it. He was as irresistible to you as you were to him, an unholy union sanctioned by God himself and Grigori thought he was touching Heaven's divinity for the first time.

As he felt you pull away, his eyes fluttered open and the room around him swimming into focus beneath the bright glow of the parlour lights. The scent of a few burning candles mingled with the fragrance of aged wood and he was back on the comfortable sofa in the Nadarzynskis' drawing room. He blinked twice, trying to anchor himself in the present, but his mind was still adrift in the mind void that you had taken him to. Standing by the doorway, you wore a captivating smile that danced across your lips.

"He's all yours", you said, your voice an angelic melody that pierced through the haze of his consciousness, "I was about to leave."

Grigori's lips parted, but no sound emerged. A tempest of emotions brewed within him—confusion, bliss, and an insatiable craving for more. He yearned to touch you, hold you and prevent you from escaping him yet again. His God-sent temptress who was always a step ahead of him.

"See you around, Grigori," you said, bowing with a grace that only deepened his yearning.

As you turned, your satisfied grin was the last thing he saw before you vanished from sight. Wiktor stepped into the room, his presence grounding Grigori back to reality. The two men shared a glance, but no words were exchanged. Wiktor’s eyes, however, held a knowing look that told Grigori he wasn’t alone in his newfound fascination.

"She's quite something, isn't she?" Wiktor finally broke the silence, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Grigori nodded, still speechless. The lingering warmth of your presence enveloped him and he found it nearly impossible to focus on anything else.

Part 3???

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First born Headcannons! Multi/Fem!Afab! Reader - Angel, Colossus, Nightcrawler, Gambit OKAY FUCK I don't know what came over me it just happened okay??? This whole thing started thinkin about colossus and a lil baby and then I was thinking about Warren taking the nightshift with his own baby and I spiraled from there. Warren's is like twice as long as everyone elses my bad yall. If there are any typos don't make fun of me ill fix them tomorrow I'm so tired lol TWs: Childbirth mentioned (Not described tho), Babies, wholesome shit. I know that some of these characters have had kids in the comics and that these hcs may be ooc, but I do not care lol. Little bit of anxiety and panic, but everything is okay.

Warren Worthington

Warren is such a dad. I don't even know how to describe it. Like, he's not as effortlessly fatherly like Piotr is, but once he has a kid he's devoted to making sure this kid gets all the emotional, physical, and financial support they would ever need.

He had such a rocky childhood with his own dad, so he hates the idea of his child ever going through the same sort of thing.

He might be a little clueless with the actual baby things, like when to feed, how to dress, and what to feed his little one, but he does take diaper duty as his sole purpose in life. He does adjust for the things he lacks though, and gradually adjusts to be better at them!

He's strangely good with babies, even before he had his own! There's just something about him that makes them stop crying. He's also an expert at nap times.

    It’s an early weekday afternoon. The sun is shining through the blinds in warm golden rays, the sink clean and the dishwasher running. There’s a click once the message on the answering machine stops playing, and you have an uncertain frown on your face as you take it all in.

    The house is silent, brightly decorated with pictures of your close friends lining the walls of the hallway. The sounds of your husband quietly shushing your infant son gradually become easier to hear when you reach the cracked door of the nursery, pushing it open as quietly as you can.

    Warren’s back is facing you, fluffy wings almost glowing where the sunrays touch his feathers. Your newborn is sleeping in his arms, napping after a lunchtime bottle. He’s bouncing the baby just slightly, and you swear you can see his smile without ever having to see his face. It’s a sweet moment you want to crystalize in your memories. You lean against the doorway, smiling just as bright as you’re sure he is.

    "Hi~" You say sweetly after a moment. You were right. Warren’s happy smile is bright and blinding when he turns to look at you.

    "Hey," He says quickly, lifting your sleeping son so that you can see him better. "Hi Mama, say hi Mama!" Warren whispers as he lifts the baby’s pudgy little hand to wave at you. You can’t help but giggle, walking forward to kiss both of them on their cheeks- your little one not stirring from his nap. You take a breath afterward, leaning against his side as you debate telling him.

    “Something wrong?” Warren asks, one of his wings stretching out to wrap around your side and pull you closer to him. Normally you giggle, but today you bite your lip, unsure.

    "Your dad called." Your words are soft when you say it, and Warren immediately laughs in a way that sounds more like a scoff.

    “His secretary, you mean.” Warren attempts to correct, and his joking tone makes you frown a little, rubbing his upper arm in an attempt to be soothing.

    “No, not her, honey.” Warren stays silent after you say it, his brow furrowing as his face turns into a reflection of confusion and sadness. You can see the conflict as he turns the words over in his head, cooing and shushing your son back to sleep when he starts to stir a little, feeling the atmosphere shift. 

    “...what did he want?” He asks, voice low and quiet.

    “He left a message on the answering machine if you want to listen to it.” You tell him. “He, well… He wants to meet his grandson.” Warren scoffs at that, shaking his head as he starts to pace the room a little. You stand there, grounded as you watch him process the sudden contact.

    “He really said that? After all he’s put me through, he wants to meet our son… What a joke.” You grimace when Warren starts to laugh. He finally stops pacing to gently lay your son back in his crib. He leans against the side with one hand as the other rubs his eyes before it slides up to run through his hair.

    “Do you want him to?” You ask after a moment, stepping over to his side. He leans into your touch when you reach out to hold his cheek.

    “I-” Warren stops himself, taking a deep breath as he takes your hand in his own. “What do you want to do?” He asks instead. You shake your head at him, taking hold of his hand in both of yours, tracing the wedding band on his finger.

    “He’s your dad, love. It’s your choice.” You say softly. Warren is still frowning, and he lets out a long breath, deflating a little bit. He turns around to face you, pressing a kiss to your temple and holding you there for a long moment. You wish you had even a fraction of Jean’s or the Professor’s power, if only you could see what was going on in that head of his. He pulls you into a side hug, and the two of you spend a long while looking at your infant in the crib. The perfect mixture of the both of you. Certain to be a mutant in his own right. You can tell Warren spends every second thinking about it.

    When he steps away from you, He’s silent.

    “Warren?” You call out for him as he leaves the room. You’re about to follow when you hear the distinct sound of your son about to wake up, the little whine catching your attention as you coo him back to sleep instead. The door to the nursery is open, and just faintly down the hall, you hear the sound of the landline starting to ring.

    “Hey, Dad, it’s Warren. Is Saturday okay?”

Piotr Rasputin

GOD this man is so good with kids. I mean, have you seen those comic panels with him and his sister??

This man was made, built, forged to be a dad. He's protective but encouraging, and although he may be blunt, he knows when his kiddo needs some comfort.

He takes all the classes with you during the pregnancy, and he knows he'd never hurt his baby, but there's always a lil bit of worry in the back of his mind. He's a little too strong, and he hates the thought of slipping up and accidentally harming this fragile little soul the two of you brought into this world.

He gains confidence with time, and when the baby arrives he's always carrying them securely on one thick arm, belly down as they sleep soundly against him.

    His baby is so small when they hand her to him in the hospital. She's tiny. Smaller than the width of his arm. He looks like a giant as he holds her, sat next to your bedside as you recover from her delivery. He's in awe as he looks at her, a tiny little life, the greatest gift you've ever given him besides your hand in marriage. 

    You and others had always joked that his baby would be huge, big-headed, 99th percentile, and he never minded it. It was no secret that he was a big man, and he didn't mind what size the baby was as long as it was healthy, and looking at the little bundle of joy in his arms, he decides he wouldn't have it any other way.

    It's almost comical, how small she is. Hell, even you might have doubted the paternity of the baby girl if it hadn't been for her head of pitch-black hair, and pretty blue eyes. Almost a carbon copy of himself.

    “She has your eyes.” You say once her cries quiet down, and she begins to fall asleep in her father's arms.

    “No.” Piotr hums, gingerly touching his daughter's face. “They look much more like Illyana's.” You hadn't thought about that before, but now that he mentions it, the resemblance is undeniable. You giggle at that, Scooting closer so that you can lean on his shoulder.

    “The nurse said that she's waiting outside, when you're ready. I'm sure she's beyond excited to meet her niece.” You mumble. Piotr has placed a finger in the palm of your baby's hand, both of you smiling when the little fingers do their best to try and close around his fingertip. Piotr cannot wait to see the face of his sister when she sees your baby, but he'll be the first to admit, he'd like it if this moment could just last a little while longer.

Kurt wagner

Kurt is such a good dad oh my god.

He's always talking about you and the kids, bragging about literally everything you do ever. He's the kind of dad that has endless photos of his kiddos in his wallet, car, locker, everywhere.

And he's so devoted, too. He'll do anything you ask him to do during the newborn stage (and after) and is beyond supportive. His goals are happy Spouse, Happy kids, Happy life.

He's also very sentimental :) he thanks god every day for you and the blessing that is your baby.

    Kurt’s side of the bed was empty when you woke up this morning, and despite the normal amount of anxiety you normally feel when that happens, you feel peaceful. You’re smiling at the empty mattress, rolling over to his side to push your face into his pillow, taking a deep breath. Used to, you would be worried. You would wonder where he was, or if he was safe. If he had gone off on some x-men mission without telling you (which he never did). But today, you know exactly where he is. You’re smiling now as you think about it, pressing a kiss to his pillow before standing up.

    There’s a soft humming in the house, quiet and soothing. It’s not hard to figure out where it’s coming from, the path to the spare room having become second nature to you- although, it really wasn’t much of a spare room anymore. You try not to be too loud when you enter the room through the cracked door.

   Kurt is humming sweetly, your son laid out on the changing table as Kurt finishes worming his pudgy little legs through a new onesie. The baby whines a little, squirming around as Kurt attempts to change his clothes. 

    “Patience, Mein kleiner Schatz. This won’t take long.” Kurt says sweetly. Your son isn’t really having this whole changing business, and it makes Kurt chuckle. His tail is wrapped around a bottle of milk, and he sets it to the side right before he snakes his tail over the crib. He brushes the spaded end lovingly over your baby’s cheek as a distraction, and the infant coos as he finishes getting his arms through the sleeves. His tail takes over from there, buttoning the onesie's clasps as he turns to grab the bottle of milk instead- stopping for a split second when he sees you in the doorway. Kurt smiles.

    “How are my boys?” You ask, voice a little rough from sleep.

    “Gut! And lively, it seems.” He tells you. He passes the bottle off to his tail again when you walk over, taking you into his arms as he shakes the formula up a little more. Kurt kisses you sweetly on the lips, pressing his forehead against your own when you separate. 

    “Guten Morgen, Schatz. How are you feeling?” You swear you fall in love with him all over again each day when he greets you like that. You shrug your shoulders in response, smile dropping just a little bit.

    “I’m okay. Still tired, and definitely still bloated, but I’m okay.” You admit. Kurt frowns a little, brushing some hair from your face.

    “Did you see the medicine I left for you on the nightstand?” Kurt asks, and you immediately make a bit of a silly face, remembering that you didn’t exactly get up on your own side of the bed today. Kurt knows what that looks means and begins to laugh, just as your son begins to whimper and whine to be held and fed. You try to go pick him up, but Kurt stops you as he picks your baby up instead, bottle at the ready.

   “Go take your meds, I’ve got him, Liebchen.”

Remy LeBeau

Remy is a little nervous to be a dad.

Not in a flight way!! He's just a little worried that he'll be a bad influence on the kiddo. and well, I mean sure. If you're worried about the kiddo being a little rager and being into a few to many wild hobbies I guess (usually comes with the cajun territory)- but overall, Gambit is such a sweetheart, and if anything his kiddos would be so respectful and loving towards their parents.

Remy's very protective over your baby. The protectiveness is at it's height around 0-3yrs of age, but it never, ever goes away completely.

He might talk some smack about how a little bit of dirt/germs never hurt anyone, but He's actually the kind of dad that makes everyone put germex on before even thinking about holding the baby.

He's on top of feedings, and never fears a blowout when it comes to changing diapers (no matter how much he might gag). He might not have the diaper back stocked and loaded 24/7, but he's doing the best he can.

    When you wake up, It’s about 3am. Your eyes blink oper wearily, and the light from the alarm clock is practically burning into your eyes. You want nothing more to curl up and go back to sleep, and you almost do, until the time actually registers.

    3am. Its 3am, and you went to bed at 10pm. This is the first time you’ve woken up since then. Your veins feel like ice when you realize that you haven't heard the baby cry once. You rip the cover off of you, breaking out in a panicked run across the hall to check on your newborn. You don’t even realize that Remy isn’t even in bed until you slam the door open and see him standing there, your daughter in his arms as he rocks her to sleep in the rocking chair You breathe a sigh of relief as he looks at you with a tired smile, but your anxiety still remains.

    “Remy? Is she okay?” You whisper, practically leaping over to his side to take the little one out of his arms.

    “She’s Okay, Cher.” Remy replies softly. He stands from the chair, wrapping his hands around your back, the infant snug in between your bodies. You sigh again, taking a moment to look at your daughter carefully, eyeing her chest as it rises and falls, and straining your ears to hear her breathing. Remy gives you a second to get situated, yawning just a bit as he sways the three of you as you stand there. You relax as he holds you both, resting your head against his shoulder.

    “Why don’ you go back to bed.” Remy says after a long minute. “That was the longest I’ve seen you sleep in a while.” You frown. He’s not wrong. Your newborn has been a bit colicky lately, crying for nights on end since you brought her home with very few things to keep her comfortable. She has started to grow out of it, but the effects still remained. She cries a lot at nighttime, and it makes you wonder if that’s why you had slept so long, because of Remy staying up to keep her quiet.

    “And leave you here? Remy, how long have you been awake?” You ask, looking up at his face. He shrugs, smiling still as the three of you sway.

    “I’m fine. I can stay up all night if I need to, as long as you get to catch up on some sleep.” If it were any other circumstance, you might have swooned at the words. As sweet is he is, you can’t let him do that! He begins to step away to place your daughter in her crib, and you hold yourself back from trying to take her from him and commanding him to just go to bed.

    “Remy-”

    “Ah ah ah, Cher, don’t wake ma petit, now.” Remy cuts you off with a whisper, turning around to place a finger against his lips in a shushing motion. He almost makes you giggle, but instead, you simply shake your head at him. He pulls you into a loving kiss when he’s close enough, running his hand through your hair. You know he’s waiting for you to pull back, to retreat into the bedroom to sleep like he asked you to, but you’re still hesitant. He knows your stubbornness firsthand and chuckles when he pulls back a little.

    “Do I need to tuck you in, too?”

[fandomnerd9602]

Illyana and Lockheed land after a battle…

Y/N-Pool sheathes their katanas…

Y/N: hey Khalessi! Cute dragon! And an even cuter bum

Illyana: why do I put up with you?

Y/N: I make you laugh? Also I have a super-

Illyana: don’t finish that in front of everyone

Y/N: I was going to say super heart!

[mariaxman]

COLOSSUS X FEM!READER

Resume: he finds you, after years and years on end of never forgetting you, even after you were taken away from him so suddenly, he finally finds you…

A/N: Idk how old he in the DP movies so I just made him 30-31😭 I don’t specifically like how it ended considering how long I worked on this, but I hope it’s good enough for y’all<3!!

(PURE FLUFF)

Everything started back in Siberia, in 2009 when he was 16. He worked on his family farm and you were visiting family for an undetermined period of time. It was a harsh winter, not many foreigners came during these times of year. So, when you arrived with your family in a farm near his, it wasn’t hard to notice.

He actually didn’t talk to you until about a week later, and it’s all thanks to Illyana. The little girl had somehow snuck out and gotten to know your little sister, and they had grown to be very good friends. Illyana, bless her heart, thought Piotr would REALLY like you. She said ‘that he had so much in common with me’.

To say Peter liked you from the start would be an understatement. You were out back with your sister, making a snow man, when Illyana dragged him across the road. The little blond called out your sister’s name and ran over to both of you. You were wearing a puffy winter coat and earmuffs, cheeks and nose flushed from the cold. That was the best day of his life. And that’s how everything began.

Over your stay, Illyana and your sister hung out together almost. Every. Single. Day. And every time they did, he came along. Just to watch over Illyana! Of course!

During the girls’ little play dates, Piotr stayed with you, conversations came smoothly and effortlessly. You didn’t have a lot in common, he was a farm boy and you were more of a city girl.

He even spents New Year’s Eve with you. Sat under an old, unfeathered tree, holding a pocket watch in your hand as you awaited. He’d secretly hoped you’d kiss him, under the sheepish excuse of ‘a worldwide tradition’, when he in fact just wanted to kiss you, a lot.

That night was when you shared your first kiss, well, together atleast. When he had pulled away, you fell into a giggling fit and slumped against him with a content smile. Maybe this wasn’t so bad…

He spent a lot of time with you. You came over to his farm during spring to chat and watched him work. Hell, you met his mom! Alexandra LOVED you, she gave you a family recipe she swore to never let out the family. Everything was going more than fine, until Summer rolled around.

On a cloudy summer day, your mother woke you up early, before sunrise, and told you to pack everything. You were leaving to America once again. You remember the feeling of your heartbeat filling your ears, a lump rose in your thoat, and you couldn’t swallow it back. Nevertheless, and without complaints, you packed everything, leaving the room you slept in, empty. By the time you brought your bags out, it was early morning, around 7, and you knew Piotr was working outside. You wanted to see him so bad, yet… not at all.

You felt bad, heartbroken. Everything you had built up to be between you two was just.. taken, snatched straight out of your hands. But the worse is that you knew this’d happen. The feeling of guilt clouded to brain, tears filling your eyes. You tried to blink them back.. but you just couldn’t.

You fidgeted with the rings around your fingers, inhaling shaky breath after shaky breath, trying your very best to not just bust into sobs. You were so deep in thoughts you didn’t see Illyana dragging her big brother over with a confused face, until she called your sister’s name out, your heart dropped.

Turning around, you see your sister and the little blond hugging eachother tightly, and… Piotr, standing behind in his work overalls, a defeated look on his face. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you run over to the taller boy, throwing yourself straight into his. He held you close, flush against his warm skin. There was so much he still had to tell you.. he didn’t have the chance to say I love you, or.. that he was a mutant, or that he didn’t want you to go.

Everything was just stuck in his throat as you cried softly into his neck. Your mother shared a look with your father. Your dad ushered your very confused sister into the car. Your mother called out that they’d be waiting for you, pulling you attention away from Piotr for a few seconds.

The boy set you down slowly, hands holding onto your waist. You sniffled and wiped you eyes. You didn’t know what to say. What COULD you say? You were in love with a boy you’d maybe never see again. You didn’t want it to just be a teen romance. You imagined MARRYING THE GUY FOR CHRIST SAKE! And you knew it was far fetched!

So, you did the first thing that came to your mind to make sure he remembered you. You slipped off a beautiful golden ring with a blood red ruby encrusted in it, grabbed his hand, put it in his palm and closed his fingers over it.

‘’I’ll get this back when I find you again, I swear. Just.. don’t lose it, ‘kay?’’

You told him softly. He could only nod his head in silence. You grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckle with a sad smile, hugged him for the last time with a goodbye and… walking away toward the car.

Only when the car began rolling away did it finally hit him fully like a frein train. You were gone. You left. He didn’t even say ‘I love you’, he was so choked up, he didn’t kiss you. How dumb was he?!

Piotr just.. stood there, with Illyana by his side, waving her little hand at the departing vehicle. He looked down to his hand, the dainty, golden ring small in the palm of his hand. He was never losing this, and he was going to find you no matter what it takes.

————————————-————————Now, your current life was.. good, not amazing but good enough. You discovered you were a mutant with pyrokinetic powers at 18, got disowned AND you feel like some Pyro knockoff.. Yikes!. You lived on your own in a little apartment. The rent was cheap enough and you managed to make it homey enough. Your neighbor was a little blind lady named Althea. She was.. peculiar, to say the least.

You got to know her.. friend? Drug dealer? Arch nemesis? You didn’t know. The only thing you knew was that his name was Wade, he was a mutant and he was ugly as fuck! Oh and that he’s a merc. Sometimes he came a-knocking when Al isn’t home(probably at the casino) and crashes in YOUR apartment to chat or whatever.

Oh, Piotr? You thought about him every passing moment. Did he forget about you? Did he keep the ring? WHAT IF HE PROPOSED WITH IT? Who knows. All that you know is that you never really moved on and it kinda spoiled every relationship you had. Was it pathetic? Absolutely. Did you give a fuck? You’d say no but that’s be a lie. But yeah..

One thing you found out about Wade is that he throws a lot of parties.. for nothing! They’re all pretty fun. You get to meet many of his friends. Like, for exemple, Neena Thurman, or Domino.

She’s actually the only friend of Wade’s with whom you actually get along with. Well, maybe there’s also peter, but you don’t see him very often. Shatter star’s kinda boring. Weasel’s an ass(I’m coming for you TJ miller). Maybe you’d get to know more of them at Wade’s party tonight.

The party in itself was pretty simple, just a friend gathering. Wade BEGGED you to bring your Farmer’s cheesecake(with raisins, but you didn’t tell him that). You swear you made it for him ONCE and he’s been on your ass because of it ever since. It was the recipe Alexandra gave you.

You sat on Wade’s— Al’s — old, banged up couch, surrounded by your friends with drink. The cheap beer Wade handed you tasted decent enough.. it still tasted like piss like any other beer, but who were you to complain?

The little living room was already pretty crowded. Yet, three people were still missing. Two teenage girls Wade claimed you’d LOVE and a.. Russian-metal-dick-man? Wade described him that way, not you!

You were in the kitchen, helping out Wade in the kitchen when the door opened and heavy footsteps were heard. Wade rushed out the kitchen with obnoxious yelling and a ‘’Hi yukio!’’.

You peeked out the open kitchen and saw a huge ass metallic man… so that’s what Wade meant. He was.. familiar, but you just shrugged it off.

Stepping out the kitchen, Wade grabbed you and dragged you to the two teenage girls to introduce you, Yukio and Ellie— or Negasonic teenage warhead — and the metal man, Colossus. Who just.. wouldn’t stop looking at you, cocking his head like he was examining you.. weird.

—————————————————————

A little near the end of the party, you slipped away to the fire escape and sat on the edge of the railing. It wasn’t safe in any meaning of the word, but you genuinely didn’t care… much. The fire escape lead to the one next doors, yours. Maybe that how Wade slipped in your apartment in the first place..

The sound of the sliding door opening and the BANG of metal slammed you out of you thoughts. You shot around to see.. Colossus, a hand over his head. Did he just slam his head against the door?

You snort, gracefully sliding your legs inwards, still seated on the edge.

‘’It is not safe for you to sit there’’

Colossus informs you in a deep, accented voice with his arms crossed over his chest, as if you didn’t know. You shrug

‘’I know that’’

It’s silence. It’s not awkward but not comfortable either. You take his appearance in with curiosity. A dainty golden chain is tied around his neck, the pendant tucked underneath his shirt.

‘’How long have you know Wade?’’

You ask, while swinging your feet back and forth

‘’I have known him for few years’’

You hum and nod, slipping off the edge and sliding to sit with cross-crossed legs, patting the space next to you.

The metal man slowly walks closer and sits down next to you, he’s still very much towering over you, as you expected. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, he looked so goddamn familiar. But he just couldn’t possibly be Him, he can’t be Piotr.. right?

Again, you we’re lost in your thoughts, fixated on the chain tied around his neck. You slowly reached out.

‘’Can I?’’ You mumble, and he nods. You pull the chain from under his shirt to examine what you thought to be a pendant, only to find a ring.. a very familiar one, with a pure blood ruby… oh so that IS Piotr. Well shit…

Your heart picks up in speed, you��re trying to cover how much you’re freaking out because god you think you’re about to cry AND go into cardiac arrest.

‘’Where’d you get this ring..?’’

Your voice comes out shaky and weak, a lump in your throat.

‘’Ah, someone very special gave it to me years ago, I have been trying to find her’’

You can’t help the grin that spread across your lips. So he has been trying to find you— and so you assume he’s single. Whoo! Thank the stars and above!

‘’.. you don’t recognize me, do you, Piotr?’’

The man freezes, everything clicks in his brain suddenly. Your features, your mannerisms, even your fashion sense! You practically didn’t change, you just grew up. Colossus sighs and grabs you in a bear hug.. a very tight one at that. He mumbled incoherent Russian sentences in the top of your hair.

You giggled and rested your hands on his back, pressing yourself tightly into him. It isn’t like the hugs he used to give you, cause, y’know.. he’s metal. But they’re just as warm and comforting, because it’s him. Fat tears roll down you cheeks.

‘’So you did miss me, big guy..’’

you sigh into his neck

‘’конечно, я так скучала по тебе.. я люблю тебя, моя петарда’’

You giggle again

‘’I can’t understand what you’re saying, Piotr’’

Peter doesn’t respond, opting to cupping your face in his big hands and kissing you. Well, more so pressing.. hard, cold metal to your lips, but you’ll get used to it.

You press your forehead to his, hands resting on the nape of his neck, toying with the chain’s clasp with a quirked eyebrow

‘’Can I… take my ring back now?’’

Piotr chuckles

‘’Da’’

You peck his nose while making quick work of the chain, slipping it off his neck, grabbing the ring and slipping it on your ring finger.

You place your hands back to his cheek, rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs

‘’I’m glad you didn’t propose with the ring, by the way.’’

Colossus let’s put a booming laugh, placing his hands over yours

‘’I would never, I love you, мой петарда’’

‘’I love you too, Piotr’’

<33

[betyloca]

headcanons of piotr rasputin (colossus) to wade wilson's friend

pairing: colossus x latin mutant reader

• Colossus was in the mansion when he noticed on the news that an accident had occurred on a highway involving two mutants.

• Knowing that one of them was Wade, he immediately went to look for him.

• When he arrived at the place he found him trying to kill a guy.

• After stopping Wade from killing him, they started arguing.

colossus: it's not a way to do things, there are rules

wade: shove the rules up your ass

• That caused the colossus to hit and caused a fight between them.

• Of course, between the blows he gave to Wade, he broke some bones

colossus: give up now wade

Wade: ok I need reinforcements morena

• Upon hearing that he saw a masked person addressing him.

• saw how he started shooting at him with a gun

• As a defense, he hit her, sending her away until he saw when she got up, taking off her mask, showing that she was a woman.

Wade: Ahhhh you hit Y/N you son of a bitch.

Colossus: I didn't know she was a woman.

• This guy felt terrible when he realized he knocked you unconscious.

• He decided to take you to the mansion so you could rest.

• when you woke up he tried to talk to you but you just started throwing things at him

colossus: stop throwing things at me

y/n: what do you want.. ehh?

Colossus: I just want to talk, yes.

y/n: after hitting me, no thanks.

colossus: it was not intentional because we didn't start again I'm piotr rasputin but they call me colossus

y/n: ahhh okay I'm y/n Gonzáles friend of wade wilson

• How did your friendship with him begin?

• This guy loved how energetic you were. He loves it when you talk to him about your favorite movies non-stop.

• he thinks wade is a bad influence on you but he had to accept that wade was like your brother from another mother

• likes it when you ask him about his mutation and how much weight he carries

• One day I ask you why you wear gloves.

colossus: why do you wear gloves that only cover three fingers?

y/n: I disintegrate everything I touch by supporting the entire palm of my hand, that's why I use them

• He is fascinated by your mutation, he likes to see how powerful you are.

• Until one day he saw you in action and noticed how agile you were with weapons.

• He loves that you visit him in the mansion, he loves spending time with you

• Wade gets jealous when I steal his best friend because he started to notice that he was in love.

Wade: So you like y/n?

colossus: what times are you talking about?

Wade: Come on, it's clear that you love her and if I'm honest, if you want to win her over, do it with food, you seriously love her.

Colossus: I'll take that information

Wade: She's also a virgin if they do it so you don't break her in two.

colossus: wade!!

• okey wade was right you loved the food

• when I bought you some cupcakes you started jumping like a little child with happiness

y/n: they are for me seriously

colossus: yes I thought you would like it

y/n: *jumping* there I love you I love you thank you* kissing his cheek*

• I love seeing you so I started giving you things, more often they were all snacks.

• tell about seeing you this happy and getting some kisses

• until one day you also gave him a gift, a handmade bracelet

y/n: I made it for you

colossus: thank you very much

Y/N: I knew you would like it.

• He never takes off his bracelet until he shows it off to Wade.

• loves every gift you give him, keeping them as a treasure

• loves having movie nights with you and feels so intimate as if it were a moment for the two of you.

• He likes it when you ask him to straighten your hair, he always ends up making a mess but you show it off with pride.

• you trust him so much that you started wearing his clothes

colossus: that one on my shirt

y/n: I have all my shirts in the laundry I hope you don't mind

colossus: don't take what you want* smiling to himself*

[justirina]

There lived a certain man…

In Japan long ago…

He was big and strong

And his eyes a flaming glow~

Most people look at him with terror and with fear…

But to other folks he was such a lovely dear <3

[santrrl]

STEEL MAN ᡣ𐭩 ─Colossus x r ˚｡⋆୨୧˚─ 16.AUG.24

"𝓘 𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓹𝓾𝓽, 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓦𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓴𝔂?" "𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮~" *ੈ𑁍༘⋆

𑄽ᧉྀི 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : Colossus X Reader, Violence, Death, Descriptive fight scenes, Sibling!Wade, Wilson!siblings, Swearing, Wade is a tag in himself.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 : Inspired by a similar fanfiction, I can't remember the name nor the writer, but I know it had something to do with hide and seek, and I know it was ten thousand words long ! So thank you for inspiring me !

"Where, in the fuck! is! Everyone!?" I screamed over the gunfire, emphasising every word with a shot. "Wade, answer me!" I yelled into the earpiece, whilst hitting a man in the temple with the magazine of my gun, effectively knocking him out. "Calm down! Jesus, you sound like Louise Belcher! The sex-men should be here soon- I can- Ah, you fuck-knuckle! They should be here soon, I can hear their shitty ship!" He yells, clearly under pressure, the sound of people screaming next to him perfectly clear.

"Fuck-! Good!" I scream back, ducking behind a crate, shooting out over it, effectively and accurately shooting the snipers in the building ahead.

Me and Wade were closest to the mission point, enjoying a hotdog in a park, before we got whiff that a trafficking ring based in a tall parking lot was nearby, and led by four mutants, and thus inevitably were the first ones to arrive as Wade wanted his moment.

"Relax! Your man of steel balls and schlong will be here soon! And lord help you when it comes down to it!" I hear Wade giggle down the earpiece, hearing the familiar schh of his sword slicing. "I'm not even going to ask what that means." I groan, rolling out of my space and tackling another security guard.

"I mean, sister from another mister, you're gonna be in A-grade hell 'n heaven when you two-" Just as he was about to finish, someone coughed on the line, and it didn't take a genius to know who coughs that deep. "Wade, you know the rules. No inappropriate remarks during missions." Colossus' heavy accent remarked. "Where are you two anyway?"

"I'm by the west wing, personally scout master Kevin." Wade cheered, as he killed more people, very loudly. "I'm, fuck! I'm-" I tried to get out, but got distracted. There was too many guards nearby for me to talk, and fight. Focusing, I shut out the voice of Colossus, screaming at me to stay where i was, and Wade and Negasonic insulting eachother as I began to use my powers and abilities to the best of my actions.

Eventually, I realised everyone around me was dead, and I was on the second floor of the garage out of four. Touching my ear, sweating and out of breath, I came to realise, my earpiece is gone. I couldn't communicate, however there was blood all over me, whose I didn't know, but I knew some of it was mine, no doubt about that.

Feeling woozy, I looked around, and saw my earpiece far away, on the hood of a car, an almost heavenly light shining on it. "One way to gain a super cool monologue I guess.." I sigh, picking up the piece, but just as I picked it up, a voice racked through the oddly quiet lot.

"I wouldn't touch it~" Came a low giggle. "Shut your giggling, Deco. Hello, you can call me Ray." He smiled. The two men were in full costumes, clearly the mutants. "You, have worth. Powers, loyalty. I can feel it. I'm going to ask you one question, X-men agent, as I need not know your name currently, and you're going to answer honestly." The taller, calmer one started.

"Yeah, or else you all die!" Deco screamed. "Dear Jesus, you sound like Wade n me." I sighed, leaning on the side of the car, tilting my head at how he said we 'all' die.

"Continuing." Ray glared at Deco, as he clapped his hands twice, and the door to the staircase slammed open. Wade, clearly somehow unconscious, Colossus tied together via about thirty re-bars, and Negasonic wearing a sack on her head got thrown in forcefully into the room. Out of instinct, I raced toward the two mutants to see what the hell they did to my friends. "What the fuck did you do to-" I started, but was cut short when what felt like the sun was shot into my face.

Falling down, I tried to shield my eyes, but to no avail. "Don't even try." Ray spat. "It's sun rays, get it? Ray, ray? And if you try anything like that again I'll force you to watch each of them be tortured to death." He grinned, voice low. "Now, the choice. Join us, and they go free, or leave us, and we kill you all." He spoke, voice high. This guy definitely had a God complex.

"You never hugged your dad did you." I groaned, rubbing my eyes. Colossus was struggling to speak up for the team behind Deco, it was like he had a voice controlling collar on.

"What a- you don't talk to Ray like that-" Deco stormed, sauntering towards me. It didn't take a genius to know Colossus was going wild, struggling horrifically trying to save everyone, his soldier instincts kicking in like never before.

Grabbing me by the collar, Deco shoved me on the floor, I couldn't fight back, as it would only aggravate him more and I couldn't risk putting my friends and only brother in more danger.

"You wanna talk, huh? Talk to this." He hissed, before putting his hand on my leg, and in a flash, my leg was decomposing. I froze in confusion and shock, before a tear slid down. I physically couldn't process this.

After that, my head was whirring. Colossus broke out, allowing me to stand, as I tried to shoot Deco. However, I failed, and flung my gun at him instead, which also missed. Jogging over to negasonic and wade, I untied her and took the bag off of her, before kneeling over Wade.

"Wade wake up! cmon! ..tacos? ...pussy? That guy that just flew over us? C'mon, Wade wake up!" I gasped, holding his face. Negasonic and Colossus were absolutely destroying every bad guy that came their way.

"i told you to stay put, why do you and wade have to be so risky?" He strained, throwing someone over us out of the lot. "You know you love me." I scoffed, through tears, as I shook wade.

''Let me.'' He said through his accent, as he grabbed Wades chest, and swiftly went to throw him over the edge, but stopped just before, promptly waking him up.

''You big ol' ass cheek of metal I love you!" He squealed, as he got carried bridal style, acting like he was high. Rephrase, chances are, he is high. "Are you okay?" Colossus asked lowly, looking at me caring. "I am." I smile, touching his shoulder.

Tossing and turning is an under exaggerating. I felt like I was in spooky scary sweaty hell. After about an hour of deciding whether or not to pull an all nighter. Eventually, I ended up heading downstairs, walking past gloomy pictures of past estate owners, and achievements.

Getting downstairs, I expected the normal people I see down there, Kurt and scott. However, there was someone else there, big oily muscles and perfect hair, who is this guy, Mads Mikkealson? He has like, no flaws.

Oh wait, he does, he's eating Colossus' cereal.

"He's gonna kill you, dude. Big C I mean." I scoff, sitting across from him. "He'll ramble about how it's healthy and won't actually say anything, but he'll talk my ass off about it. He made the second rule of x-men to label your stuff for a reason." I giggled, looking at him.

"Really?" He raised his brow, leaning back smiling. That was when it hit me, that this was colossus. That's also when I hit him. Over, and over, before we migrated to a pillow fight.

"Wade? What're you doin-" I groaned, yawning. "Shhh easy e, lemme get number forty nine." He whispered, as he snapped another photo. That was when i realised, I was cuddling colossus, and that was also when it hit me, I had somehow learned his name, Piotr. "Wade I'm gonna fuckin-" I mumbled, about to lunge at him, before realising I couldn't. "Fuck you pete." I whispered, realising I was practically trapped to him like a three year olds teddy bear.

All the while, Wade kept getting pictures.

Such a good thing i had his baby photos to spread like an std.

THIS IS SO RUSHED BC I ALR MADE THIS AND WAS AB TO PUBLISH IT AND TUMBLR DELETED IT I WANTED TO CRY

[librababe99]

Kinktober Day Nine: Piotr Rasputin

Piotr Rasputin (Colossus) x Female Reader  | Thigh Riding | 

Tags: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, Female Reader, Thigh Riding 

WC: 977 

A/N: I’m going to be so real with y’all I’m a sucker for accents and there is something about Piotr that makes me swoon! I just need to be held by him😩

| Day Eight |  | Kinktober Masterlist |  |  Day Ten |

Translations: "Solnishka moya" - My little sunshine ; "Lyubov moya" - My love

The night was quiet, the kind of silence that wrapped around the two of you like a warm blanket. For the first time in what felt like forever, the mansion was empty, leaving you and Piotr alone. Just the two of you. No missions, no teammates, no interruptions. The peace felt almost foreign after so much chaos, but the moment you were together, it felt like everything clicked into place.

You sat straddling Piotr’s lap, your knees pressing into the soft cushions of the couch beneath you, while his large hands rested on your hips, holding you steady. He was impossibly big beneath you, his body dwarfing yours in a way that made you feel safe and consumed all at once. His gaze, those deep blue eyes dark with desire, had been fixed on you for what felt like an eternity before he finally pulled you down into a kiss.

It started slow at first, sweet and soft, his lips gently brushing against yours, but it didn’t take long for the heat between you to ignite. The kiss quickly deepened, his hands tightening on your waist, pulling you closer as your tongues tangled. A soft moan escaped you as your body pressed against his, your hands sliding up his broad chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. Piotr groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

The sensation of his lips on yours, the feel of his body beneath you, it was intoxicating. Every time you were with him, it felt like you could get lost in him—like nothing else in the world existed except for the two of you. And tonight, you wanted more. Needed more.

As your hands wandered over his chest, exploring every inch of him, your hips instinctively shifted in his lap. The friction between your core and his solid thigh was maddening, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. You gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment as your forehead pressed against his, your breath coming in soft, needy pants.

Piotr’s grip tightened on your waist as he felt the way your body rocked against him, his own breath coming out in a low growl. “Do you want this, lyubov moya?” His voice was husky, his accent thick with desire, and the way he looked at you, the pure hunger in his eyes, made your heart race.

You nodded, unable to form words for a moment, your body trembling with anticipation. “I need you, Piotr,” you whispered, your voice breathless, your hands moving up to cup his face as you kissed him again, harder this time, more desperate.

His hands roamed over your body, sliding up your sides, under your shirt, the heat of his touch leaving a trail of fire on your skin. You arched into his touch, your hips grinding down against his thigh, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing deliciously against the thin fabric of your pants. The pressure against your core was enough to make you moan into his mouth, your body moving on its own now, seeking more friction, more heat, more of him.

You could feel how much he wanted you too, the hard length of him pressing against your thigh, but for now, all you could think about was the way his thigh felt between your legs. The way it flexed under you, his muscles hard and unyielding, giving you exactly what you needed.

You broke the kiss, throwing your head back as you rocked your hips more insistently, chasing that rising pleasure that was building deep inside you. “Piotr…” His name left your lips in a breathless moan, your nails digging into his shoulders as you clung to him.

He groaned again, his hands gripping your hips harder, guiding your movements as you rutted against him, his thigh pressing up into you in all the right ways. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he watched you lose yourself on top of him. “I want to give you everything, solnishka moya.”

Your body was burning, your heart pounding as the tension built higher and higher inside you, your hips grinding faster against his thigh. Every brush of fabric against your core, every flex of his muscle beneath you, sent a wave of pleasure crashing through you. You were so close, so desperate for release, and Piotr was right there, watching you with an intensity that made your head spin.

“Piotr,” you gasped, your body trembling as you felt the edge of your climax approaching. “I… I’m going to…”

His lips were on your neck now, kissing, nipping at your skin, his hands still guiding your hips as you rode out the pleasure. “Let go,” he whispered against your ear, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers through you. “I’ve got you.”

That was all it took. With a cry, you came undone, your body shaking as the wave of pleasure crashed over you, your hips stuttering against his thigh as you reached your peak. You clung to him, your hands fisting in his shirt as you rode out the intense pleasure, every nerve in your body alight with sensation.

Piotr held you through it, his hands gentle now, his lips pressing soft kisses along your neck and shoulders as you slowly came down from your high. When your breathing finally steadied, you collapsed against his chest, your body spent but utterly satisfied.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, his large hand stroking your hair as you lay there in his arms. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice full of warmth and affection as he kissed the top of your head. You smiled, your heart still racing as you pressed a soft kiss to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. 

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[sadstonewrites]

Can I request a kiss prompt?

hot, sloppy and wet, messy, roaming hands, desperate, passionate, dizzying, needy, lust.

OR

return, fall into, desperate, tight hug, squeeze, flowing tears, "i missed you", never let go

Wowie zowie responding to this late, but oh oh oh lovely anon this is delicious. Again assuming you're requesting this for Colossus and trying to keep this as a reader-insert-slash Y/N situation (if you're looking specifically for my OC or for a different character just let me know!)

So, without further ado...how about both?

hot, sloppy and wet, messy, roaming hands, desperate, passionate, dizzying, needy, lust.

He doesn't know where to put his hands, what part of your body to hold in his grasp as his tongue dances with yours in a desperate dance that leaves his chest burning. But he needs you. He needs you more than he needs air. Piotr needs to have you as close as possible, needs to feel your body against his; it's only natural that he heaves you upwards into his arms, engulfing your form in his.

Your hands find their way around his neck, your legs similarly wrapping around his waist. One of his hands finds the back of your head, cradling it and gently pushing you back to his lips, your noses bumping against each other as the kiss resumes. A minute apart was too much, his other hand lewdly grabbing at your bottom as if he could pull you in any closer. It's intoxicating, wet and warm, but eventually you have to rip away for air. The two of you are panting, chests heaving and eyes blown wide with lust.

"Moya lyubov," Piotr rasps, the words barely a whisper in your ear. He's fighting to regain composure, failing miserably as his next words come out more like a growl. "More."

return, fall into, desperate, tight hug, squeeze, flowing tears, "i missed you", never let go

It was a long mission, longer than anyone could have prepared for. And now he's home, stepping out of the Blackbird hangar and into the hallway, and there you are. There's a moment of complete and utter silence in the hallway, Piotr barely out the door when he feels it in his chest. A gravitational pull at seeing you there, no words exchanged as the two of your hurtle towards each other. All exhaustion is his body is replaced by the urge, the need, to have you in his arms. To feel you, smell you, to form himself to the shape of your body after being apart for so long.

His steps are loud, purposeful and a warning to everyone to get out of the way as he catches you in his arms. You're squeezing him as tight as your body can manage, he's worried that his skin is too hard, too cold while still armored up - but you don't care. You just squeeze him tighter and dig your head into his shoulder as the tears begin to flow down your cheeks. He's here. He's here and he's safe, back in your arms as you mutter a small prayer in thanks to whatever being is looking out for your Piotr. Your Colossus.

"I missed you."

[muschiettistrashmouth]

Heat Wave | Piotr Rasputin (X-MEN)

Note: Hello There! It's almost my birthday so, yay, happy birthday to me! This is the part one of the smut I'm trying to write, but I have a damn writers block right now, so... Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Some swear words and smut. 18+, if you´re a minor please don't interact.

Words: 1245

A heat wave started to take over the city just as Storm was on mission and couldn’t be there to help cool down the x mansion with her powers. The classes were suspended because no one could concentrate and the fans weren’t handling the job very well.

Bobby created an ice rink for the young kids to play and managed to cool the pool water so other kids could play there, but the sun was too warm to be outside for too long.

The teachers were giving juices and popsicles to everyone that wanted, and the older kids, such as you, Piotr, Rogue and Kitty, were helping entertain the kids that weren’t in the pool or the ice rink.

You got the garden hose and started to wet everyone with it, to see if it helped a little bit. 

There were kids laughing hard when you managed to hit them with the water, you were following them with the hose until one kid hid behind Piotr and you managed to hit him with the cold water, making him yelp.

“Oh gods, I’m so sorry, Pi!” You laughed seeing the other mutant drenched.

He turned to you, a mischievous look in his face.

“You’ll pay for that, дорогой (dear).” He stated, smiling.

You liked him more than a friend, but never had the courage to tell him this, so hearing him talk like this, wow. You had to hold not to bite your damn lips.

“Only if you catch me.” You gave him the tongue and started running away as he ran after you, both laughing as if you had five years.

Professor X was looking out for the kids, even he had light clothes on, as you and Piotr ran past him. As you still held the hose, you ended up getting the Professor all drenched too.

He spat the water that entered his mouth when you drenched him, a little confused at what had happened.

“Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry, Professor!” You stopped running but Piotr didn’t have the same luck as he saw you stopped too late, the russian boy ended up knocking you down with his massive body. Thank the mutant gods he was in his human form at the moment.

“It’s okay, my dear.” The professor grinned at the scene before him. “Careful not to hurt yourselves.”

 The hose fell with its tip up, making it “rain” on top of you two as you looked at Piotr’s face. He was looking back at you, his face so close you could almost feel his breath.

“...Hi” He smirked.

“Hi.” You mirrored his expression.

He got closer, his nose touching yours. You closed your eyes as he finally closed the distance between your lips and kissed you sweetly. It was almost a dream coming true that he was finally kissing you for real.

Jean, who was watching the scene behind Charles, smiled at that, she remembered her first kiss with Scott. She was a teacher, but she was the cool kind of teacher, the one that was a friend. She knew how much you daydreamed about that kiss. 

Bobby threw a snowball on Piotr’s head, making you laugh when he got away from your lips.

“Just a second.” He said, his russian accent thicker as he got up and ran after Bobby to throw a snowball at him too.

You sat on the ground as they ran, laughing at how childish that was. Once Piotr finally managed to hit Bobby with a snowball he ran towards you again and held his hand out to help you up.

—

As the night came by, the heat was still present, but the kids were all sleepy from the amount of activities they had that afternoon. Everyone had pizza for dinner and ice cream for dessert. 

As soon as everyone went to bed, you heard a knock on your door.

You got up to see who it was, smiling as you saw Piotr there with a yellow flower in hand. You knew it was a flower from Professor’s garden, making you smile widely at that and letting him come into the room.

He was wearing only shorts in that heat, as you were wearing your shortest pajamas. He bit his lip as he saw you in it.

“To what do I owe the honor of your visit?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you…” He admitted, holding the flower out to you.

You took the flower with a smile on your lips and put it on your nightstand.

Piotr hugged you lightly, lowering his face to kiss your lips again. That wasn’t the best position since he was so much taller than you, so he held your hips and pulled you up, making your legs close around his waist.

You were hungrily kissing each other as he walked to your bed backwards, falling butt first in it and not stopping the kiss. Now you were sitting on his lap. You couldn’t deny how wet you were getting from just a kiss, but you could feel him under your lap and he was definitely hard. 

You couldn’t help how you were squirming in his lap, he was getting impossibly hard beneath you and it was making you so needy. 

“Careful, darling, you don’t want to start something you won’t be able to finish…” 

“I need it, please.” You pouted at him.

He laughed quietly and gave you a quick kiss on your lips again before you got out of his lap to kneel in front of him.

Your hands went to his shorts, pulling them down with his underwear, his dick popped up from the clothes and your eyes widened. He was huge. 

“Fuck-” You licked your lips looking at him.

He smiled at that, his eyes were almost closed with lust.

You licked the underside of his dick, making him moan lightly at that, and you put the tip of his dick inside your mouth. His dick was so big it was stretching your lips so good. 

Looking up at his face through your lashes, you started to suck his length, your eyes were sparkling with lust. 

Piotr grabbed her hair with his right hand, pulling it slightly with each movement of her mouth. The older mutant was moaning softly so as not to wake anyone, biting his lips, staring at her.

 "Fuck..." Piotr cursed.

 The girl relaxed her throat, enveloping him until he touched the back of her throat, but it was not even close to the full length of his cock. With what was outside of her mouth, she masturbated him with her hand.

 "Y/N..." Piotr called her with some urgency. “I’m almost-”

She smiled around him, sucking him even harder so he could cum in her mouth.

It didn’t take long for him to moan loudly and his back to hit the mattress, cumming deep down her throat.

She smiled, her chin was dirty with his cum that she hadn’t been able to swallow.

“Fuck.” Colossus ran his hands over his face before sitting back on the bed, looking at her with desire. “Come here.”

When she got up to sit on his lap, a loud noise was heard. It was one of the children screaming.

They both stared at each other, Piotr put his shorts back on and she wiped her face with her shirt, running out of the room, he was just behind her. The house was being invaded by Stryker’s henchmen.

[ornii]

Jealous? Me? No…

Illyana Rasputin X Male Reader

So I finally watched The New Mutants yesterday, and I gotta say, it wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad either. An okay Marvel film in my opinion, however Anya Taylor-Joy absolutely killed the role as Magik. And the idea of a Reader who also had a relative in the X-Men and is believable, gave me an idea, and this was it.

The relationship you had with Illyana was particularly hard to define. You wouldn’t call her your girlfriend, but she is also more than a friend. You sensed a Kinship with her ever since your, outburst. It sounds small but it resulted in the deaths of a lot of people, I suppose that’s what happens when a Mutant tried to live a normal life. Having the same genetic system as The Wolverine, it gave you nearly all the same powers, including a deep primal rage that could erupt at any time. Thus, leading you to being hospitalized.

Dr Reyas had an interest in you particularly, it seems only one Successful clone of Wolverine exists; you. Or so they think, you know of one more, Laura. Keeping her secret, keeping her under the nose of the Government was of utmost importance. Everything with Illyana was fine, she was being her usual self, rude, condescending, and just an overall ass to you and everyone, but it didn’t bother you. Everything was fine, until Dani made her appearance. A new challenger enters Illyanas game, and she doesn’t like it.

You and Illyana were watching Dani sleep, granted you two were outside the room, watching though the faded glass. You couldn’t make out any physical differences in her. She looked like your average teenager, maybe her powers are more psionic. You rubbed your chin and Illyana spoke. “I bet Pocahontas will try to run the moment she wakes up.” She said, almost to get a rise out of you, to see your negative but passionate response but you were simply thinking, blocking her out. She noticed your lack of response and turned to you. All your attention wasn’t on her anymore, but on this new girl.

“(Y/n).” She said with that stern Russian accent, it snapped you out of your trance and you finally looked at Illyana, as much as she annoyed and overall pissed you off, her beauty was unmatched, blue Iris, long gorgeous blonde hair like a brick road to heaven, and an accent that commands respect but has such a alluring tone.

“What?” You say, “You gonna bully this one too?” You say, Illyana smirks, finally getting your attention. “Depends, you seem to be infatuated with Pocahontas.” She said, you finally responded to her obvious jab and shook your head.

“Real fucking funny.” You mutter. “A new girl winds up here and you’re already jealous?” You said, Illyana kept her smile, but deep down she was starting to get annoyed.

“I don’t get jealous.”

“Then you won’t mind me saying hello.” You reply, and reach for the door handle, and for a moment you saw a short glimpse of panic in her eyes, as you gripped the handle, the voice of God spoke to you.

“(Y/n), remove your hand from the door.” Dr Reyas said from the intercom, she was watching, always watching. You reluctantly removed your hand. “Please gather in the main foyer, our daily session begins in 10 minutes.” She says, you look at Illyana and shrug, putting your hands in your jacket, you walk off. You and Illyana enter the room to Roberto, Sam, and Rahne, the other tree stuck in this place. It seems that there were only two chairs left, oddly enough, both seats end up with you next to Illyana. Reyas sits before you all, and starts.

“Yesterday, I asked you to think about… the first time your mutation manifested. Would anyone like to share? (Y/n)? Sam? Illyana? Roberto? Rahne? Look, we can’t help each other unless we talk to each other. I’ve said this a hundred times. This program can’t help you if you refuse to participate. So, Rahne, why don’t you start?” She said, Rahne was a short girl, pixie cut and had a soft Scottish accent, she wasn’t as feminine as most girls, but she had her own charm.

“I…” she started, but Dani, the new girl walked in, sulking.

“Please join us, Dani. This is our new patient, Danielle Moonstar. Let’s do our best to make her feel at home. Go ahead, Rahne.” Reyas said, (Y/n) shrugs and stands up and takes another chair and places it further in the circle.

“Take a seat.” You say, and sit back down, Dani awkwardly sulks next to you, and Illyanas eyes dart from her Hand puppet to you.

“Right. I was 13. I remember running through the woods.” Rahne began.

“How did you feel?” Doctor Reyas asks.

“Free. Like, the most free I’d felt my whole life. But guilty, too.”

“Why feel guilty?” You ask, “You get a turn into a wolf, that’s fucking sick.”

“Because I knew it was bad. I went to Reverend Craig… to see if he could pray it out of me. He asked me to show him, so I changed.” Rahne continues..

“And what did Reverend Craig do?”

“Beat me about half to death. Said I was a witch… that I was going to hell.” Rahne looked so, hurt. You reluctantly sat up from your seat.

“Would anyone else like to share their first time?” Reyas asks, and Illyana decides to turn to heat up.

“New girl. How fucked up are you?” She said, turning the ire on Dani, you turned to the Girl.

“Illyana.” You said, a bit of a grumble.

“Drugs, I bet. Or a nympho, maybe..” she kept pestering. You then decided to raise your voice.

“Cut the shit okay?” You said, The Russian turned to you, seeing your face and found an odd sense of pleasure in it. Reyas takes hold of the situation.

“Keep behaving… exactly like you are right now… and we can all just spend the day in solitary. I want all of you to think very carefully… about how you’d like to use your time here. And how long you want that time to be. (Y/n), since you’re already up… why don’t you show Dani around?” Reyas orders. You stood up, still locking eyes with Illyana.

“Yeah, sure..” you said, and looked over to Dani. You offered your hand to help her up and she took it, she stood up and you began to walk around, showing the new Girl around, that was a mistake.

Night has crept up to you all much sooner than expected, you were preparing to turn in for the night, finishing up clothes duty, the sudden sound of a clank of metal caused you to put the towel down and then around, you half expected death, but it was much worse.. Illyana.

“Oh, it’s you… gonna keep bullying Dani for whatever reason?” You said, but she wasn’t her cocky, overbearing self. She pouted and folded her arms, and asked a single question.

“Do you like her?” She asks, the question blindsided you.

“What?” You responded, and Illyana slowly approached.

“Do you like her? You act like you do..”

“I .. I don’t get it why are you upset?” You said, which causes her to finally just spew her feelings. “You are so fucking dense! Do you not notice anything you big dumb cute plyushevyy mishka?!” She yells, it took you less than a minute to realize she’s pinned you to the wall. Her arm now armored and placed near your head, as she leaned in, her lips barely brush up against yours.

“YA lyublyu tebya, Rosomakha.” She said, your mind translated the words.. “I Love you, Wolverine.” Your hands almost instinctively wrapped around her waist, much to her shock. Your lips pressed firmly against hers and her powers almost activate due to a high sense of, emotion. And it seems you two fall together, to her happy place.

Jealousy, from what I heard it runs in the Family…

(This was just a short thing I wanted to write, Definitely want to make more New Mutant Content, we need more of it.)

[hrefna-the-raven]

See you in Warsaw

Masterlist - Misc. masterlist

Grigori Rasputin x female reader

Words: 2578

Summary: you, dear reader, are a thaumaturge traveling through the world. As you stop in a smaller village to rest, you hear some shouting outside. Curious about the noise, you decide to take a look...

Notes: this is set before Wiktor arrives in the village where he first meets Rasputin

Reader: short female reader with curves, but no other specific descriptions are used

Part 1

As the sun began to descend in the evening sky, casting a warm golden hue over the quaint village, you found yourself yearning for a moment of tranquility. The allure of the steaming water waiting in the bathtub called out to you, promising a blissful escape from the exhaustion of the day.

Just as you were on the brink of submerging yourself in the comforting embrace of a well-deserved hot bath, sudden shouts shattered your peaceful plans. Startled, you hurried towards the window, swiftly drawing back the curtains and opening it to peer down into the dimly lit alleyway below. Little did you know that what you were about to witness in that very moment would forever alter not only the course of your evening, but quite possibly your entire life. Lying motionless on the snow-covered ground was a lone tall figure, writhing in pain. Two menacing figures, their faces shrouded in darkness, mercilessly kicked him, their nasty grunts and laughter echoing through the otherwise silent night.

Something deep within you suddenly urged you to help and before you knew it, without wasting a second thought, you climbed out of the window, lowering yourself down from the sill and landing on the pathway below. Adrenaline and excitement coursed through your veins as you took out the dagger that was hidden in your boot and pointed it at the two men, a mischievous grin spreading across your lips.

"Do you like to dance?", you joked before lunging at them.

You danced around the two men with ease, slicing through the many layers of clothes, enough to draw blood without inflicting serious harm. It was your first day in the village and the people barely accepted you given the nature of your kind, so you wouldn't want them to chase you away the following day for killing some of the local idiots. With each punch and kick, the thugs grew increasingly desperate, your years of training and fair share of fights giving you a clear advantage over two drunken farmers so, finally, their cowardice triumphed and they hastily retreated into the shadows.

You stowed away your blade in your boot and knelt beside the injured man, gently rolling him onto his back. His face, twisted with agony, was bathed in the gentle glow of a nearby streetlamp. His skin was pale stood in stark contrast to his long raven hair and the scruffy black beard, and his icy blue eyes seemed stare straight through you.

"Are you alright?", you asked, a hint of concern in your voice as you noticed the trickle of blood at the corners of his mouth.

Extending a hand to help him up, you watched as the man gratefully accepted, mustering a faint smile.

"I've been better but I've also been worse. Thank you for intervening."

Your eyes widened as the man towered before you, he was an almost intimidating figure with his size, dressed entirely in black linen and fur.

"I couldn't possibly let someone get beaten like that, I had to help", you smiled at the man and gestured for him to follow you, "I have a room at the tavern here. Please allow me to take you there and get a look at your wounds. I know a thing or two about mending wounds and I'd feel more at ease knowing you're not in harm's way."

The man chuckled at your offer but followed you nonetheless. Rasputin couldn't help the growing fascination for you bubbling within him. He knew those drunken fools would eventually have lost interest and had backed off again and he would have felt bad but no significant harm would have been done. After all, he had endured worse. Besides, this incident served as evidence that there was something peculiar about this village, just as he had suspected. And yet, out of the sky, a precious little being like you swooped down to defend and protect him. The way you moved with such beauty and grace, it reminded him of one of the God's angels, like you had been a divine force sent by the Heavens to protect a humble strannik down here on earth. His train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the tavern owner's harsh voice.

"I will not indulge in you bringing men up there to do God knows what! I have been generous enough to accept your kind here; you should be grateful for that!"

Rasputin's smile faltered and before he could intervene, he noticed your hand moving into your coat. He wondered whether you'd threaten the man but what happened then, mesmerised him, drawing him further into the enigma that was you.

"Don't you sense the burden of responsibility weighing on you? Too heavy to bear, dragging you down. Aren't you tired?", the tone of your voice oozing a strange allure as you delicately place a coin on the counter, nudging it towards the man, "you deserve a break. Allow me to offer you a drink, courtesy of this fine gentleman here."

With a mischievous smirk you turned to Rasputin and lead him up the stairs to your room. As soon as the door fell shut, his hand reached out to grasp yours.

"Rescued by a thaumaturge", he uttered firmly, his piercing ice-blue eyes staring at you with such intensity that it nearly froze you in your tracks.

"Is that a problem?", you asked, trying your earnest to sound nonchalant.

"Not in the slightest, my dear", the man chuckled, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, "quite on the contrary, I find it intriguing."

"Intriguing huh?", you chuckled, gesturing for him to sit on the bed, "remove your coat and shirt, I'll fetch some supplies to clean and tend to any other injuries."

You felt his intense gaze on your back as you went to retrieve some cloth and different smaller bottles from your bag in the corner of the room. As you turned around, you almost gasped at the sight of Rasputin lifting up his shirt, your eyes widened as you took in his toned yet lean torso, dark purple bruises forming on the pale skin. He sank back onto the bed, deliberately slow while his eyes never left yours. There was something about him that rubbed you wrong in just the right way. It was evident that the circulating rumours about him hardly captured the true essence of the tall man before you. There was a darkness hidden behind those bright eyes, although it differed from what his enemies attempted to portray. You hummed, a faint smile playing along your lips as you wiped away the last traces of dried blood from his face. The smug remark that had started to form on Rasputin's lips upon witnessing your smile instantly vanished when your gentle fingers trailed over the bruises on his chest before gently rubbing ointment on. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as the aroma of various herbs and flowers permeated his nostrils. Some scents were familiar to him, while others remained foreign, prompting him to mentally note down to ask about them later.

"All done", you commented while packing away the small vials, "nothing to worry about but I would advise against angering the locals in the coming days."

The last part earned you a hearty laugh, quickly followed by a pained groan.

"You're welcome to rest here, but I had intended to indulge in a well-deserved bath before rushing to your aid, so if you don't mind...", your voice trailed off as you began to undress, not even bothering to look at him.

One by one, your clothes slid off your body while you kept your back turned to him, until only your undergarments remained. Grabbing a towel, you wrapped it tightly around yourself before discarding the last pieces of clothing and eased into the bathtub, submerging yourself slowly while using the towel to prevent your guest from seeing anything.

"Tease", you heard him mumble and giggled.

"A little patience, Grigori. We've only just met. But I understand, you're accustomed to a more...eager approach with women, aren't you?"

His eyebrow raised at the use of his first name. He hadn't introduced himself, but then again, he was dealing with a thaumaturge who likely had him figured out from the moment their hands touched and, in addition, his reputation always traveled ahead of him. But this ignited a spark deep within him, so small and playful, which unfortunately, unbeknownst to him in this very moment, would grow into an uncontrollable inferno.

"Well, I wouldn't dare assume you're like everyone else, my dear. You appear to be quite unique", the tone of his voice was soft yet unyielding as if he was trying to scratch at your facade, "defying the common mundane expectations...in the most delightful way, of course."

"That would be one thing we have in common", you turned your head towards him, "in addition to the petty little lies being spread."

You smiled and stood up, holding out your hand.

"Would you be so kind as to pass me a towel, please?"

Rasputin blinked at you, whatever thought was forming, whether clever or mischievous, ceased to exist within the moment his eyes landed on your bare body. A tirade of droplets cascading down your curves, hurriedly merging again with the water in the tub. The faint glow of the candles in the room cast a ethereal glow on you, shadows dancing seductively over your perfect curves. Oh the sight of it! It was as if God had touched and blessed his soul. Heaven's saving grace, for him alone and though he felt undeserving of such a gift, he silently vowed to protect and worship you until the end of his days. His breath hitched as you cleared your throat, your lips curled into a knowing grin, you had your own ways of reading others after all.

With trembling hands and unsteady steps he approached you, holding up the towel as if it was an offering to God, and, for the first time since you met him, he couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze, overcome by a sense of awe. A surge of emotions washed over you as soon as your fingertips brushed against the fabric of the towel. The calmness that shrouded his entire being was but a facade and just underneath raged a fire like no other. The ardent passion of man who was plagued by blood-soaked visions that were driving him all the way towards the Tsar's Court. There was a hint of devout belief lingering among his countless schemes and a newer almost fervent admiration for you. Rasputin knew that the moment he'd hand you that innocent little piece of fabric, you'd have him figured out but, just this once, he couldn't care less, because it felt like it was God's will and it fell into place perfectly.

As soon as you were dry and dressed once more, you lightly tapped his shoulder, signaling him to raise his gaze.

"That was an oddly chaste gesture, given your prior stares", you mused.

"Do you truly want me to comment on it or was the towel enough?", he asked, his sly grin returning.

Though only a few hours had passed, he had grown on you, the connection between the two of you felt so effortless and genuine, free from the constraints of societal norms and conventions. You almost began to entertain the notion that there might be some truth to his peculiar little theory of God's involvement. Despite any reservations you both harboured, you decided on sharing the bed, neither of you willing to endure the discomfort of the small wooden chair or the hard, dusty floor.

The night was filled with blissful sleep, devoid of all the usual nightmares. Grigori groaned as he stretched, a dull ache in his chest causing him to wince. A defeated sigh escaped his lips as he turned his head, only to be met with the cold emptiness of the other side of the bed. His eyes darted around the room, but there was no trace of you. The sunlight poured through the drapes, illuminating a small envelope and a sheet of paper resting on the table, as if bestowed upon him by some divine intervention. Rising from the bed, he approached the table and carefully lifted the sealed envelope. It felt weightier than expected, hinting at the presence of an object within. Disappointment washed over him as he noticed the absence of a name on the letter. The mystery surrounding your identity piqued his curiosity to the point of unbearable frustration. It pained him that you remained elusive, evading even the sharpness of his cautious mind. Was this part of God's plan? And why? The letter commanded his attention again, a small piece of paper adorned with only two sentences scribbled in dark blue ink.

Find the Szulkis and you shall find me

PS. I trust in your ability to discern the appropriate time and person to deliver this envelope

A glimmer of hope flickered within Grigori's heart, as his fingers slipped the letter and envelope into the pocket of his coat and an excited smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He knew deep within his soul that he would once again encounter his angel. It was a bond written in the fabric of fate, destined to reunite them before long.

Rasputin listened to Wiktor as he recounted the different observations he made of their fellow train passengers. His fingers nervously fidgeted with the envelope in the pocket of his coat, eyes directed towards the thaumaturge. However, his mind began to wander.

"Is there something on your mind?", Wiktor disrupted the strannik's thoughts, bringing him back to reality.

"As a matter of fact there is, yes", Grigori spoke up, handing over the envelope, "would you be so kind as to describe what you perceive from the object inside?"

"Another test?", the thaumaturge chuckled.

Wiktor opened it and took the small object out, eyes widening as soon as his fingers touched the metallic surface. It was a delicate brooch, featuring silver branches entwined around a glistening ruby in the shape of a skull. His lips parted as he took in all the emotions clinging to the small object and his eyes shifted towards Rasputin.

"Who gave you this?", there was almost a hint of shock in the thaumaturge's voice.

"Someone who became very dear to me in a very short time."

Wiktor's lips twitched as he observed the blush creeping up the healer's cheeks.

"So what do you see?", Grigori asked, growing slightly impatient.

"Many things", the thaumaturge chuckled before handing the brooch back, "a sense of intrigue, excitement and a touch of adoration. Whoever this person is to you, she seems to eagerly await the possibility to meet you again, ending on one last thought, spoken with kindness: see you in Warsaw."

Rasputin's heart danced within his chest, throbbing with a bittersweet ache as he absorbed Wiktor's interpretation of the small brooch you had left him. Carefully tucking it away in his pocket, he caressed its cool metal surface with his thumb, a pang of envy washing over him. How he yearned to experience the emotions you had infused into this precious token. A loving smile tugged at his lips, closing his eyes while he let his own excitement seep into the brooch.

"I can't wait", he murmured, more to himself than to Wiktor.

Part 2

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[dinogoofymutated]

Kissin and shit - Morph, Colossus, Gambit, Quicksilver. Heehee. here they be! I might or might not do more. It really depends bc I'm doing these as a writing exercise more than anything lol. TWS: Alcohol consumption mentioned, lots of overly enthusiastic smooching. Sexual references but no smut.

Morph

    “I love you- I love you so, so much” Morph doesn't have a minute to reply to you as you kiss them senselessly. Every once in a while when you separate to breathe, they try to speak, only for you to interrupt them with more kisses each time. Morph hums in a confused but happy sort of way. You’ve basically thrown yourself onto them, kissing them again and again until they loose their balance and the two of you topple backwards. The moment you realise you’re falling your hands slide behind their head to cushion the fall, and after a wide-eyed moment of shock both of you are laughing.

    You kiss all over their face, eyelids, cheeks, that little bump where their nose would be- and you don’t stop even as they start to fully fall victim to their laughter. God- did you love that sound! You catch their lips in a kiss again, and they hum in appreciation, panting when you finally pull away with a genuine smile on their face.

    “Not sure what I did to deserve that, but can you tell me so I can do it again?”

Colossus

    Piotr is struggling to keep up with your fiery, passionate kisses. He’s just a quiet as he always is, but you can feel his chest heaving against your own. His breath hitches as you drag your teeth across his bottom lip, before moving your kisses down his neck. You’re gentle with your kisses and nips- lavishing him with all of your love. He’s still silent, not a sound leaving his mouth, but you can feel his large hands squeeze around you just slightly. 

    “Piotr? Are you okay?” You ask when you finally pull away. He’s more red than you’ve ever seen him before, flushed from his ears and all the way down his neck. He doesn’t respond to you at first, his blown pupils looking back and fourth from your lips to your eyes a he fights the urge to pull you closer and kiss you until the next morning. 

    “Yes… Yes. More than okay.”

Gambit

    “You’re so drunk.” You giggle, hands buried in Remy’s hair before he pulls you into another drunken kiss. They’re wet, messy, and sloppy kisses, but you can’t seem to get enough of them. You can taste the alcohol on his toungue as it slides against your own, feeling the slight sting of the taste.

    “Pot callin’ the kettle black, Cher. You’re just as drunk as I am.” Remy chuckles, having pulled away for just a split second before you reel him back in again, your skin buzzing with delight from the feeling of his body against yours. His hands drift down to your thighs before he’s hiking one up against his hip.

    So what if you were both a little drunk? To be honest, even if you were sober, you knew that the two of you would still have ended up in the same place you are now- smoochin.

Quicksilver

    “We really need to get going.” You say, and yet you’re still kissing Pietro, holding onto his tie that he hadn’t even been able to put on before the two of you had gotten carried away. He snorts a laugh against your lips, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist in a split second, his lips hardly leaving yours the entire time.

    “To what? Father’s stupid gala? We have plenty of time.” Pietro sighs, pressing his forehead against your own, pretty, white lashes resting against his cheekbones with his eyes still closed. “I’ll just zip us over when we’re done.” He says, walking you over to your desk where he sets you down- french kissing you the entire way there. You hardly have time to pull away and breathe to respond to him.

     “Believe me, Speedy, if we don’t get going, we’re going to be here all night.”

[fandomnerd9602]

Could we get a magik x reader x jubilee

Illyana wraps her arms seductively around her detka, Y/N…

Illyana: wait until I can get you alone

Jubilee: no fair! Tonight’s my night!

Illyana: you got two nights in a row with Y/N!

Y/N: gals, what if we all went out clubbing instead?

Illyana and Jubilee: okay!

[killerprotector]

My darling tumblrinas I have done it again… I have lost a fan fic that I cannot stop thinking about and it’s driving me crazy!! Please help me find it!

I remember it being a short fic about (Deadpool) colossus x reader where they’re playing hide and go seek? Something like that? Reader goes looking for colossus and finds a guy in the library that is so familiar! Takes reader a good minute… Realizes it’s colossus without his armor!! Reader has never seen him without it before and is shocked! Reader goes to touch his face/he leans into readers touch!! They kiss and it’s supper fluffy!!

Does anyone know what I’m talking about??? Please link me to it if you find it!! Thank you guys!!!