#rasputin x reader

[muiitoloko]

The Princess

Summary: He becomes obsessed with you, forgotten princess.

Pairing: Rasputin × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, violence, Dark 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

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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.

[hrefna-the-raven]

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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[angelltheninth]

Love how you write for Marvel Rivals! It's been one of my favorite games lately. If it's not too much to ask can you write Emma Frost, Natasha, Magik, Hela, Wanda and Storm using a strap-on on their girlfriend?

Hi, Anon! I'm glad you're enjoying the game and me writing my silly little fics. I'll write this one for you too!

Pairing: Emma Frost, Hela, Illyana Rasputin, Natasha Romanoff, Ororo Munroe, Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, strap-on use, praise, breeding kink, kissing, clit stimulation, dom/sub dynamic

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A/N: It's a really good time to love women! I love women so much!

Emma spends a ton of time teasing you with it before anything else. She has you tied to the bed, wrists bound and legs spread open, all dolled up in lingerie that is complementary to her own. Of course the strap on is shiny, glistening even more as she runs it through your slippery folds. She hears all your little whimpers and she doesn't need to use her mind reading powers to know how you want to be fucked. And then she does the opposite, her hips moving so slowly but even that feels like too much to your pussy, and yet not enough.

Hela will fuck you in every position possible but her favorite one is the when you're both on your knees and she's thrusting into you from behind. Her hands smooth up and down your thighs, brushing against your wet cunt. She's moving fast, but deep, grinning into the kiss you clumsily pull her into in a desperate attempt to silence your moans. All your effort to do so it futile, with every thrust you get louder. There's no need for you to keep quiet while she's fucking you, she wants to hear you clearly, her favorite woman in the whole world.

Illyana developed a breeding kink during the many times she's used her strap-on with you. She didn't mean to say she's gonna get you pregnant while almost breaking the bed, it just slipped out. From then on she only uses the strap-on with artificial cum in it and bends you in half while doing so. No matter the position she's always within kissing distance, she loves kissing you, her tongue demanding against yours. if she goes too hard on you she will kiss your pussy as an apology and she is being very sincere with her apology.

Natasha often wears her strap-on under her clothes and leaves it to you to get it wet and ready. You can suck it, you can use lube, you can ride it until you come all over it. But after that it's her turn to have some fun and for you to be a good girl and not a brat like she knows you can be. If you do behave like a brat she has no problem putting you in your place, which is under her, screaming her name, telling her how much you love her cock. She's also very forgiving towards you, if you ask her nicely she can go easy on you.

Ororo teases you a lot but ultimately gives you everything you want. She spoils you when she uses the strap-on, she encourages you as you ride it, massages your thighs, your ass and your hips and grins when you tell her you're close. When you feel tired but needy she is more than happy to stay still and cuddle, only moving back and forth occasionally, eliciting soft whimpers from you. Plants soft kisses across your neck while you ride her up and down, back and forth. One of her favorite things is to have you clean it afterwards.

Wanda uses a magical strap-on that makes it feel like the real thing, meaning she can feel your pussy gripping, tensing and relaxing around it. It drives her crazy when you're close to coming but she forbids you from doing so more than a few times. That when when you finally do come she knows you'll take her with you, right over that edge. Loves to watch the strap-on go in and out of you while her thumb massages your clit. The wet, silky pressure around her cock every time she touches your clit almost makes her magic go wild.

[dinogoofymutated]

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?”

[rivalswrites]

Hi! Could you write about how Magik, Iron Fist and Bucky would react to their s/o being jealous? I‘m so happy there is finally someone writing for Rivals😭

Jealousy headcanons

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

Characters: Magik, Iron Fist, Winter Soldier

Masterlist

I apologize for how short or long they are, I can never get them the same length even if I try😭

Illyana is someone many could easily adore at first sight. She's beautiful, strong, and a sweetheart if you're close enough to her. She attracts both men and women alike with just her looks, but most seem to back off when they get to know her attitude- lucky you! But of course, there's always that one person.

Seeing you get jealous over her is very flattering. She sees it as proof of loyalty (not that she needed it), proof that you loved her just as much as she did you. And she thinks it's funny seeing you get your boxers in a twist due to some random person she could care less about.

It’s rare for her to stop you, she loves the attention and love you end up giving her during and after the person was around. If she liked your affection before, she loved it more during these moments- your grip on her arm that sat around your shoulders was comforting.

Of course, she tries comforting you, a rough hand on yours as she told you just how much she loved you, how much you were superior to everyone around the two of you.

To her, you were the only person that truly mattered in a room (other than her brother and some friends, but that's different).

He's very, very flattered when you get jealous. It's obvious you love him, you're dating him, but to genuinely not like someone because they showed interest in him? Yeah, he'd never get used to that.

Your glare and hold on him has him blushing, leaning into your arms and trying to calm you down. Again, while it flatters him, he doesn't want anyone to get hurt or even genuine hatred to be held.

Lin is a very handsome man, so it's obvious people will look and even try hitting on him, it's common for you to have to beat people off with a stick while out on dates. Not literally, but people come up to him so much you've both decided at home dates are the better option.

He's got no complaints, obviously.

He wraps his arms around you in return and pats your back, reassuring you no one has his eye than you, and it usually helps. His quiet assurances are sweet and calming.

It's rare he shares the same sentiment, getting jealous that is. He's very assured that your relationship won't break over a random person: not to say you aren't as well.

Your jealousy makes him feel special though, in a way he doesn't often feel. He's never had a full relationship before, sure a side thing here and there, but never an actual- full fledged- relationship, and your swooning and protectiveness over him has his cheeks flushing red and a dumb little smile growing on his face

First of all, Bucky rarely goes out, you'd have to drag him by his good arm- or else he'll just detach the metal one and stay in bed.

Second of all, it's very easy to tell that Bucky is a very, very, handsome man. Guys and girls alike can find something attractive about him, and damn if you didn't know it.

If you're hanging out at a pub don't be surprised if you come back from the bar or bathroom to find someone trying to hit on him; much to your amusement that he isn't paying any attention to them. But that doesn't mean you can't get jealous.

You'll slide into the seat next to him and crawl up to his side, pulling him in almost aggressively (which he doesn't mind at all) and cradling his face, asking him if he missed you. Usually that gets people to leave, but again- sometimes there's someone who thinks they're special.

He'll play along, adding fuel to your fire and leaning all his weight on you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders and enjoying your coddling. Something about being so bored without you will be said and tends to be all that's needed to get the person to leave.

But even then, he won't let go. He'll keep his arms around you and start teasing you, laughing quietly at your show of love over him. But don't take it the wrong way, he would do the exact same thing if the scenario was vice versa.

Your jealousy over him is heartwarming, reminding him that you really do love him just as much as he does.

And he uses people flirting every time he goes out as an excuse to stay in with you, laying on you like a blanket on the couch and watching whatever show you wanted: he'd be paying more attention to you anyways.

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I always forget to tag until after I post 😭

[winnieiscalmeth]

Would you write for any of the marvel rivals girls and how they would handle crushing on someone who’s a bit oblivious? Anyone you prefer I’m just a girl who kisses girls 😊

Notes: instead of one I did two short ones 💔. I feel I made the reader seem too oblivious. 1 request done. I feel accomplished.

Proofread: Yes

EMMA FROST

Emma would be frustrated at how oblivious you can be sometimes but in a loving way. The way you operate amuses her and it only increases the longing she has for you. She wonders if the lingering touches she leaves on your body would ever reach through that skull of yours and flick on a switch that'll somehow make you realize what she’s communicating.

It fuels her with unstoppable jealousy watching other people make a pass at you. How dare they try to take what's hers? However, her mood shifts after you unintentionally ignore their attempts. You still end up being dragged away from the area with Emma mentioning how she saw a nice shop to go in.

Emma isn't a fan of giving hints. She'd rather confess straight up. But the thing is…she did confess. Of course in her own loving “I'm too great for this” way but you couldn't register what she actually meant.

It was a rare moment of vulnerability from her. Letting down her cold, hard exterior. The confession slipped out so quickly it surprised even herself. And in response to it you laughed and said “awe I love you too!"

Emma was understandably stunned (and dare I say upset) by your response. It was said in a way you'd tell a friend and not someone you yearned deeply for.

Instead of correcting you she just chuckled saying, “That brain of yours is going to have you miss out on a lot of things, dear.”

ILLYANA ��MAGIK” RASPUTIN

This poor, poor woman is unbelievably confused. She's tried so hard to understand that it takes clearer words to help you read the room. But God you leave her gobsmacked.

One time she was so obviously flirting with you, her body language showing pure confidence. But as you continued to chat with her it was clear that something was wrong. You were answering suggestive questions as if they were any other.

Her composure cracked a bit at the realization. By the time you left, completely unfazed by her attempts, Illyana was stuck in place. This usually worked before. It's a gift to be glanced at -even taken interest by her since she kinda hates romantic relationships. So why weren't you falling for it?

She tried again the next time you met and once again. Unfazed. You only looked at her curiously and responded not how she wanted. She asked you out to a restaurant. She showed up in the most nice, dazzling suit, just for you to pull up in a basic outfit. You saw her, you mentioned how good she looked and carried on like nothing happened.

Poor Illyana is just so confused but this time goes along with it. “This was not my idea of a date, Малыш”

[la2yn0va]

Some intro dialogues with their s/o

Game: Marvel Rivals

Characters: Magik, Luna, Star Lord, Winter Soldier

(Short cause I still need to learn the lore of this game and the characters)

——

Magik

Magik: Stay close. I’ll prevent any of your blood being spilled.

M/n: That’s sweet Illyana. But I can take—

Magik: I wasn’t. Asking.

…

M/n: Magik, Whoever gets the least KO’s pays for dinner

Magik: Hmm? Do you truly wish for defeat this much love?

M/n: Don’t worry, your dinner will be you eating those words.

….

Magik: With us fighting together, our victory is assured.

M/n: Obviously, just feel bad that they’ll go back to their timeline with their pride destroyed.

Magik: That’s not the only thing that’ll be broken.

…

M/n: Illyana, is it cool if you do the heavy lifting? I’m getting sleepy.

Magik: I do not mind. Come. I’ll allow you to rest on me.

M/n: During battle…? Yeah no, better if I just power through.

Luna Snow

Luna: M/n—

M/n: I’m not singing to you.

Luna:…sheesh… could’ve at least let me finish saying it.

….

M/n: Seol, keep me alive yeah?

Luna: Duh~ I wouldn’t love you the same if you were dead.

M/n: Right…that was a stupid thing to say

…

Luna: M/n! We gotta finish this quick!

M/n: Uh… why?

Luna: Our reservation for that fancy restaurant is in 3 hours!

…

M/n: Think about it Luna. This is definitely better quality time then having to be bombarded with the paparazzi and media.

Luna: Yeah.. least this way I can assault without it being a crime.

M/n: Now your learning my language hot stuff. Or.. cold stuff….?

Star Lord

Peter: Aww yeah!! Time to—!!

M/n: Quill. Loud doesn’t equal attractiveness.

Peter: okay sorry.

…

M/n: Yo Pete! Got some bangers on that headphone?

Peter: Ya know it hot stuff!

M/n: Well don’t hog it, come on over space boy

….

Peter: Hey! After this, let’s go to the bar!

M/n: Pete… I don’t want to have—

Peter: Da— HA HO HEE wait! Hold on! I didn’t— why would you—!

…

M/n: Peter, if you carry this battle, I’ll kiss you.

Peter: Only one kiss? Come on babe, I come in high demand.

M/n:…Two and half kisses.

Winter Soldier

Bucky: Long way from Brooklyn, ay m/n?

M/n: As long as I’m with you, I’ll always be content

Bucky: You always know how to lighten my mood.

….

M/n: What else can that metal arm do?

Bucky: Uh… now isn’t the time to—

M/n: Dude, I was talking about battle. Save that stuff for the bedroom. 

…

Bucky: If hydra comes from you, I’ll end them

M/n: Pretty sure you’d do that anyway. But it’s nice to know you’re protective of me.

Bucky: Obviously.

….

M/n: Bucky, wanna switch weapons for this?

Bucky: Nah. Don’t think I can handle anything you have going on.

M/n: Oh? We oughta test that theory out.

…

The end, this shit sucked 😭

[fandomnerd9602]

Marvel Rivals Male Reader can't focus on anything because not only are the women fine as hell but their accents make it worse for him to focus

Natasha, Wanda and Illyana surround Y/N…

Natasha: (purrs) whatever shall we do?

Wanda: the next match is not for a few hours

Wanda caresses Y/N’s shoulders…

Illyana: mmm so much to do

Illyana nuzzles Y/N’s side…

Y/N: too many fine accents!

Y/N faints…

Wanda: our detka is the best

[svnnynostalgia]

starting to think I have a thing for blonde badass russian women who wear all black because WHAT do you mean Illyana Rasputin and Yelena Belova got me on my knees screaming the moment they come on screen...

[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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[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.

[mikyapixie]

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 & 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 #𝟒𝟎 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬!!

[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.”

[rivalswrites]

HELLO Could you do headcanons with Magik, Lin Lie and anyone you want with a reader who has ice powers? I LOVE YOUR BLOCK PLEASE KEEP DOING THIS🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

How they are with your ice powers!

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

My first request (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Masterlist

Having mystical powers isn't anything new to Illyana, but she won't treat anyone any differently because they do or don't have magical abilities. Her whole life she's been around mutants, so it's something she's used too.

With that said, she doesn't at all mind your powers- and in fact, even enjoys them sometimes. They're very useful to her, in battle and in everyday life. Useful as in she appreciated them and wants to keep you close for that extra support, not so she can straight up use you as a puppet.

Being basically the queen of hell, and just how she is in general, Illyana tends to run a bit on the hotter side, even when it's freezing out. Like a portable heater. And in all honesty? She likes it when you use your ice powers on or around her, the coldness is a nice comparison to how she usually is.

And, in battle she enjoys watching you freeze people, it makes her smile at the funnier moments that happen. She takes advantage of people being frozen, easier targets and all that, but also uses the ice as a distraction for her to come up behind people.

Overall: Illyana appreciates your company, and tends to try and keep you around. Not just for the ice powers, obviously, but they're a bonus.

Ice is nothing new to him, having been on a team with Luna (who famously has ice powers too), but that doesn't mean he pushes your powers off to the side just because he's seen it before.

He actually enjoys seeing what you do with them, how differently you use them compared to how he's seen them be used. Training goes well with him, oftentimes he likes to watch as you practice whatever it is you do with your powers. He likes watching people train, to see if he can incorporate it into his own skills (though there's not much he can do since he doesn't have ice powers).

Sometimes he asks for you to make Ice targets for him to train on.

In battle he tries to stick by you, but he's a very mobile person so it's not always easy. He does check up on you though. Don't take it as something offensive, he knows you and take care of yourself- those enemies didn't freeze themselves- he's just worried about you, as he does with all his friends.

After a long day of whatever it is you two did- be it training, fighting, or even just doing chores- he enjoys sharing a chilled drink with you; courtesy of you. If you fought or trained, he finds it funny that you make his own icepack for him to put on his sore muscles or any bruises he got.

Overall: Lin has no issue with it, and really enjoys being in your company. He knows when he's training for has gotten hurt, he can come to you for help, and he really likes that.

[winnieiscalmeth]

could you do some relationship headcanons for magik and phsylocke? (I like women who can beat me up)

Notes: I'M FREE OF SCHOOL. FINALLY. I hope you enjoy this late hc fic!

Not proofread

ILLYANA “MAGIK” RASPUTIN

She loves massages. You noticed that she complains about her sore arms and shoulders after being out with the x-men for a long time and offered to massage. At first Illyana didn't enjoy the idea of it, but soon agreed. When she felt your fingers push into the sore parts in her muscles a mix of pain and pleasure. She instantly melted into your touch, almost falling asleep as you moved from her shoulders to her arm. You never expected her to be such a fan of massages, but you get asked for them alot.

Her love languages are quality time and acts of service. Illyana can never stay inside for too long. She goes on walks to get some fresh air, and to just enjoy the outdoors. She invites you to go with her and the two of you just spend time together walking and talking about whatever comes up. She subconsciously grabs onto your hands and holds it for the rest of your time out. Offers you a piggyback ride back home the second she hears you complain about your legs hurting.

Illyana is a huge foodie and absolutely loves your cooking. She can cook for herself, but it's usually something that you wouldn't eat and she doesn't want you to starve. She helps taste things and even try out new recipes as long as she eats something. You found out that she enjoys sweet treats and catched her one time rummaging in the kitchen for snacks in the middle of the night. If you aren’t that good at cooking she wouldn't mind. For days you both don’t feel like cooking she would leave for a while and come back with takeout. As long as she gets to spend time with you, She doesn't mind if you can or can't cook.

PSYLOCKE “SAI”

Sleeping with Sai is certainly an experience. She is an early bird and always ends up staring at your sleeping face. Being able to admire your features in peace and without your teasing. Her hand caresses your cheek, and carefully runs her fingers through your hair to not wake you up. If you got up in the night to get a quick drink or even use the bathroom she would follow you.

Her love language is quality time. She is big on moments of calm together. She enjoys just resting with you safe in her arms, deeply interested in the things you talk about while laying together and her eyes pouring into yours. Whenever you’re talking about something you are clearly passionate about she looks at you so endearing. A small but caring thing she does that you noticed.

Sai loves to wear your clothes. When you leave home to go to work or shopping she slips into your shirts and keeps them on until you come back. Usually by time you arrive home she’s out of them, but you managed to catch her one time. You tell her that she could always borrow your stuff but she ends up saying that it’s fine.