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X-MEN CHARACTERS X FEM!READER

You constantly, flirtatiously tease your partner—even in front of everyone

CHARACTERS: Logan Howlett, Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Rogue, Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Hank McCoy, Emma Frost, Laura Kinney, Wade Wilson, Victor Creed, Julian Keller (Hellion), Kitty Pryde, Cable, Warren Worthington III, Morph, Mystique, Magik, Alex Summers, Colossus, Psylocke, Jubilee, David Haller (Legion), Lorna Dane & Jonothon Starsmore (Chamber)

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Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

– You think it’s funny—the way this feral, gruff man stiffens when you slide your hand low across his back during a mission briefing, fingers brushing the waistband of his jeans like it’s an accident. Logan doesn’t flinch from gunfire, doesn’t blink at death, but your mouth grazing his ear with a soft "need something, soldier?" sends a crack straight down the spine of his restraint. You whisper sweetness with the tone of sin, just to watch him grit his teeth and breathe through his nose like a wolf denied.

– He doesn’t say much, not in public. Just glares sideways at you with those gold-lit eyes that look like they could burn a hole through the steel walls of the Blackbird if they weren’t already busy carving your name into the marrow of his soul. But when he does talk, it’s low and dangerous, like a growl wrapped in gravel: "Keep that up, darlin’, and I ain’t gonna be so gentlemanly later." You grin, because Logan Howlett’s version of gentlemanly is still claws and teeth, just softened slightly for your skin.

– Around the others, you’re merciless. Your hand lingers on his thigh during team dinners, voice syrup-slick as you ask him if he’s feeling tense. You call him sugar or honeybear, and Rogue chokes on her drink while Jean smirks behind her glass. He gives you that look—half warning, half plea—but you only kiss the corner of his mouth with a smile that promises ruin. Logan’s whole life has been edged in blood, but you make even mischief taste like home.

– Later, when the teasing ends and the silence stretches long, he gathers you up like a storm gathering leaves. He never begs, not in words, but you feel it in the grip of his hands, in the low rasp of "c’mere, I missed you, even five feet away." And when you tell him you’ll do it again tomorrow—tease him in front of the whole damn team—he just mutters "brat," and holds you like you’re the only peace he’s ever known.

Remy LeBeau (Gambit)

– Teasing Remy is like trying to outfox the devil in his Sunday suit—you do it because it’s dangerous, because he always bites back. You brush close to him in the middle of strategy sessions, running your fingers down the lapels of his coat like you’re checking for wires, whispering “Mon amour, is this trench coat flame-retardant? ‘Cause you look combustible tonight.” He chuckles low, all velvet and vice, and tilts his head like he’s weighing whether to kiss you or toss the table to clear some space.

– Remy lives in flirtation like it’s oxygen, but when it comes from you, it hits different. You’ll make a quip in front of the X-Men, something suggestive, and he’ll turn to you like you just rewrote gravity. His mouth quirks, eyes glowing that dangerous red, and he purrs something in French that makes the room heat up. You don’t speak all of it—but the way his hand slips beneath the table to find your thigh tells you enough. Teasing him is foreplay. A public dare with private consequences.

– You toy with him at the most inconvenient times. While he’s picking locks mid-mission, you’ll lean close and murmur “Bet you’re good with your fingers, huh?” And he pauses, just a breath, before the door clicks open and he flashes you a grin that could unlace corsets across the hemisphere. Or you’ll adjust his collar in front of Storm, whispering “Can’t have you looking less than lethal, cher,” and Remy, always a performer, winks like he’s the one in control. But the pulse at his throat tells you otherwise.

– When the doors close and the teasing fades, he doesn’t play anymore. Remy touches you like he’s been craving you since the moment you spoke his name. “Keep doin’ that to me, fille,” he murmurs against your neck, “an’ one day I ain’t gonna wait ‘til we alone.” And you believe him. But you’ll still test him tomorrow, in front of everyone, just to see the moment he breaks and the gentleman turns to a hurricane.

Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)

– With Kurt, your teasing is gentler, a feather dragged across the skin rather than a knife pressed to the throat. But make no mistake—it still undoes him. You’ll drape yourself over his shoulder in the war room, cheek against the edge of his pointed ear, whispering in a lilt that dances like music, “Mein Liebling, your tail keeps brushing my leg. Trying to tell me something?” He stammers in German, tail coiling around your wrist like it has a will of its own, his cheeks burning a vivid shade of midnight blue.

– He’s a man of faith, a soul carved from light and shadows, but you’re the only temptation he ever lets linger. When you tease him in front of the others—pressing soft kisses to his cheek while calling him your holy sin—Beast snorts, and Kitty hides her laughter behind a book. Kurt just laughs, flustered, trying to hide the way your affection sets every part of him on fire. But his tail doesn’t lie. It wraps around your waist, anchors you close, like even in play he can’t let you drift too far.

– You’ll adjust his collar before a mission and murmur, “If you die today, I’ll bring you back just to kiss you goodbye again.” He fumbles his sword. You giggle. Logan groans. Teasing Kurt is art. Divine comedy. He always responds with a mix of bashfulness and hungry reverence, eyes soft like candlelight, voice trembling like he can’t decide if you’re a blessing or a challenge sent to humble him. Perhaps both. Probably both.

– When the world is quiet, and it’s just you two curled under twilight, he confesses in a whisper what he never says aloud: “You make me feel like I was made for more than shadows.” And you kiss the edge of his smile, promising to tease him again tomorrow—call him your sinner saint, your velvet sin, your favorite trickster angel—until his laughter becomes prayer, and his devotion, a holy ache only you can soothe.

Scott Summers (Cyclops)

– You’re the only one in the galaxy brave enough to tease Scott Summers in front of the team, and the only one he lets do it without barking orders. You’ll rest your chin on his shoulder during training drills, lips close to the shell of his ear as you purr, “Commander, if you keep bossing me around like that, I might start liking it.” He tenses, jaw locked, voice clipped as he mutters something about professionalism—but you see the way his hands twitch, and how he won’t meet your eyes behind the visor.

– Your teasing unravels him like a slow pull on tightly wound thread. You’ll slide your fingers across his chest in the hallway, straighten his uniform with mock-seriousness, and say, “You missed a button, handsome. Need help?” Jean arches a brow. Ororo hides a smile. Scott sighs, long-suffering and smitten, brushing your hand away only to hold it a second later like it’s a secret he can’t stop confessing. He’s meticulous in combat, a machine of war—but around you, he short-circuits in the most endearing ways.

– In briefings, you’ll perch on the edge of his seat, legs crossed, voice laced with sugar and something incendiary: “Don’t worry, I’ll follow your lead, Captain.” The way you say captain makes it sound like a promise you’ll break on purpose. He never responds directly—just clenches his jaw and continues the meeting—but later he pulls you into a side room and murmurs, low and breathless, “You’re driving me insane.” And you smile. Because you like that you’re the only thing that ever makes him lose control.

– Behind closed doors, he kisses you like he’s punishing himself for wanting you so much. His hands are desperate, his voice roughened by restraint and longing. “You’re cruel,” he breathes. “You know that?” And you do. But the next morning, you’ll do it all over again—teasing him when Hank walks by, calling him sir in that sultry tone—because you like watching him try not to fall apart. And you love knowing he always will. Only for you.

Jean Grey (Phoenix)

– You’ve made it a sport, a religion, the way you tease Jean Grey until her voice trembles and her eyes glint with psychic static. In front of everyone, you slide your fingers along the arch of her waist as if you’ve simply forgotten your own hand, whispering something utterly wicked behind a smile that could burn churches. She never expects it, and yet—always does. Because when you call her Red, dragging the word out like a purr, she exhales like it’s the only name she ever needed.

– Jean is composed. Divine. The type of woman people lower their heads to. But you are the one person who gets to lace irreverence through her poise. You tease her with playful kisses to the back of her neck during team debriefs, murmuring “Tell me you’re not reading my mind right now, because it’s incredibly dirty.” Scott turns crimson. Logan groans. Jean just bites her lower lip and pretends to keep her posture, though her pulse flickers with something entirely unholy.

– When you curl up beside her on the couch in front of the team, your legs tossed casually across her lap, you let your voice dip low as you ask, “Does it bother you that I still dream about you even when you sleep beside me?” Her laugh is always quiet, soft and knowing, but the fire behind her eyes tells you she doesn’t just like the attention—she craves your mischief. Teasing her is like igniting the Phoenix, only you’re the only one she’ll ever let it consume.

– Alone, she returns the favor tenfold. “You’re lucky I have control now,” she whispers against your collarbone, “or I’d show them all exactly what you do to me.” And though you’ll continue to tease her tomorrow—run your fingers along her telepathic temples, call her goddess in a crowded room—Jean will just smile, beautiful and lethal, because she knows what you already do: the teasing is foreplay, but the surrender that follows is sacred.

Ororo Munroe (Storm)

– You flirt with Ororo like you’re dancing with a thunderstorm—barefoot, grinning, reckless. She’s the most regal woman to walk the Earth, but you see past the lightning crown, straight into the softness of her. During team meetings, you’ll lean into her space, brushing her silver locks behind her ear and saying something like, “I dreamed of you wrapped in clouds last night. I think heaven’s getting jealous.” She doesn’t flinch, only raises a single brow, the corner of her mouth curling with patient threat.

– Storm doesn’t embarrass. But you still manage to make her blink slower, breath catch subtly, especially when you call her my sky, or rest your head on her shoulder while the X-Men argue logistics. Your teasing is never disrespectful—it’s reverent, like a poem performed with a wink. Sometimes, when you press your lips just behind her jawline during a public moment, she’ll murmur in Swahili under her breath. You don’t speak it, but you know what it means: “Keep tempting the storm, my love.”

– You tell her she’s too composed, too perfect, and that it makes you want to ruin her just a little. At training sessions, you’ll challenge her to spar, grinning like a fox, then lean in just as the session begins and whisper, “Winner gets to decide how the night ends.” Lightning crackles faintly along her fingertips, and you know you've won—even if she pins you down moments later. Because your real victory is in her shiver when you laugh.

– Behind doors, she pins you. Against marble walls, in sunlit corners, on rain-soaked sheets. “You’re chaos in silk,” she says between breaths. “And you think you can tame the storm?” But you kiss her collarbone and promise you’ll tease her again tomorrow, call her Highness in front of the council, ask if her clouds are jealous when she moans your name. She tells you to behave. But her smirk says she hopes you won’t.

Rogue (Anna Marie)

– You tease Rogue like you’re playing with fire you know could burn—but you trust it not to. In the middle of team gatherings, you rest your hand at the base of her back, just beneath the hem of her jacket, and whisper things like “You ever get tired of being the hottest danger around?” And she’ll roll her eyes, cheeks pink, but that smirk—that lethal, honey-dripping smirk—never lies. Your boldness is half the reason she fell for you, and she never minds a little heat in public.

– Rogue plays tough, all leather and bite, but you know she melts like butter when you lean over the table during dinner and murmur, “Bet even your kisses could steal hearts in more ways than one.” Bobby groans, Remy chokes on his gumbo, and Logan just mutters “God help us.” But she’s already reaching under the table to squeeze your thigh, hard, her voice low and syrupy sweet: “Keep flappin’ your pretty mouth and we’ll see if you’re still smilin’ later.”

– You never fear her power. You tease her gloved hands like they’re sacred things, worship her without touching skin. You once whispered, “You don’t need to touch me to own me,” and she didn’t speak for five whole seconds, just stared like you’d stolen her breath. With Rogue, every tease is a trust fall. And every one of your flirty glances in front of the others reminds her you love all of her—not just the parts that won’t hurt you.

– Later, behind drawn curtains, she whispers “You’re trouble, sugar,” into your skin, and bites your shoulder through her gloves. But she’s already pulling you closer. You call her heartbreaker and outlaw when the sun comes up. She calls you siren in a Southern drawl that makes you forget your own name. Tomorrow, you’ll tease her again in the courtyard, just to hear her sass back and catch that flush on her cheeks like firelight on whiskey.

Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)

– Teasing Erik Lehnsherr is like toying with an avalanche mid-slide: thrilling, dangerous, addictive. You press your mouth to the shell of his ear at strategy meetings and whisper things like, “Careful, old man. You keep talking like that and I’ll start thinking you’re trying to seduce me again.” He doesn’t smile—not in front of others—but the twitch at his jaw, the pause in his speech, is victory enough. You love to provoke the tyrant into remembering he’s still a man.

– In front of the Brotherhood, you lounge across his throne like you own it, legs over the armrest, trailing fingers along the steel edge of his gauntlet. “Erik, darling, are your magnetic fields acting up or are you just happy to see me?” Toad stares. Mystique sighs. Erik does nothing but raise a single, icy brow. But later, when the others have gone, he’ll back you against a wall with the flick of a wrist and hiss, “You are playing a dangerous game.” And you’ll whisper, “Only because I know you’ll never let me lose.”

– You wear white around him, sheer and sinfully soft, because you know how much he hates being distracted—and how much more he loves being undone. You once curled into his lap in front of a war council and murmured, “Would it ruin your credibility if I kissed you right now?” He didn’t answer. But the metal around the room groaned, bending slightly. You knew what it meant: Not here. But soon.

– Erik doesn’t give affection easily, but when it’s earned—when the doors close and the silence settles—he devours you with the same intensity he brings to conquest. “You are infuriating,” he breathes, “and entirely necessary.” You drag your nails along his shoulder and hum, “I’ll tease you again tomorrow.” And he doesn’t stop you. He never will. Because your chaos is the only thing that makes him feel human again.

Charles Xavier (Professor X)

– You are the first woman to make Charles Xavier lose his carefully stitched composure—publicly. You slide behind him in the middle of a council discussion, gently resting your hands on his shoulders, and lean down just enough for your breath to tickle the edge of his ear. “You keep speaking so eloquently, darling. I may need a moment to recover later.” He clears his throat. Beast looks amused. Erik glares. You only smile, because Charles does not blush often, but you know exactly how to pull heat to his cheeks.

– Charles is used to intellect, to wit, to sharp minds and polite restraint. You offer all of that wrapped in a voice like temptation, in laughter that curves at the end like a secret. You whisper things during meetings—double meanings laced with silk—that only he can hear. Sometimes you swear you hear his thoughts falter mid-sentence. “Don’t cheat,” you’ll murmur, brushing your fingers against his temple, “no peeking unless you're ready for what’s in there.” His eyes tighten with barely concealed desire, and you know you've won again.

– He plays it off, of course. He’s the professor. The visionary. But your teasing is a rebellion he welcomes with arms wide open. You rest in his lap while he reads, mock-innocent as you ask, “Are you sure this isn’t an abuse of your power, Charles? Sitting there looking like temptation in a sweater vest?” He hums, unreadable, but the way his fingers twitch against your thigh betrays him. He doesn’t just enjoy your mischief—he relies on it to keep him human.

– Alone, when the doors are shut and his title no longer shields him, he draws you close like a man thirsting for absolution. “You undo me,” he murmurs into your skin, “with every smile, every whisper.” And when you promise to tease him again in front of the Quiet Council—call him sir with a voice like wine—he groans softly, lips pressed to your collarbone. Charles Xavier doesn’t beg. But you’ve made him want things even he never dared to imagine.

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)

– Teasing Wanda is like playing with cosmic fire—but you’ve never minded the burn. You run your fingers along her hip while she hexes training dummies into dust, and when she turns to you with a stern expression, you only grin. “You’re very talented, darling. But I think you might’ve cursed me most of all.” Her mouth opens, closes, then curves into a helpless smile. You leave her breathless with compliments disguised as mischief, flirtation wrapped in velvet.

– Wanda’s known pain, loss, devastation—but you offer her lightness, laughter, irreverent affection. You kiss the tips of her fingers in front of the Avengers and murmur, “So this is the hand that bends reality? No wonder I’m ruined.” Tony coughs into his drink. Steve looks away. Wanda just blushes scarlet, then brushes your cheek with a touch light as candleflame. Your teasing is love disguised as chaos. And she thrives in it—finally, someone who doesn’t fear her.

– Sometimes you tease her magic itself. “If you hexed my clothes off, would that be considered romantic or illegal?” you ask once, during a battle debrief. The room goes quiet. Wanda sputters a laugh, then presses her face into your shoulder, hiding her grin. Later, you watch her trace sigils into the air, and you lean in with mock awe, “Be honest—you just like it when I call you enchantress.” She does. She so does. But she’ll never say it aloud. Her eyes say it for her.

– At night, she wraps herself around you like a prayer answered too late. “No one’s ever made me feel safe while laughing,” she whispers, and you kiss her jaw in return. Tomorrow, you’ll tease her again in front of Strange or Logan or even Pietro. She’ll roll her eyes. Call you impossible. But she’ll blush. And she’ll smile. And she’ll cast little protection spells into your coat pockets when you’re not looking—just in case the teasing invites something that isn’t love.

Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)

– Pietro’s used to people never catching up. But you—you don’t just keep pace. You lead the dance. You tease him in the middle of chaos, brushing your hand across his back like static and whispering, “That fast, huh? Pity.” His mouth drops open, scandalized, and you’re already five paces away with a grin. You are the only one alive who can make Pietro Maximoff slow down—just to hear what wicked thing you’ll say next.

– He’s cocky. Smirking. All speed and arrogance, but you can make him trip with a look. You once leaned into him during a team mission and murmured, “You move fast, baby—but I hit harder.” He blinked. Stuttered. Forgot entirely what he was supposed to be doing. You keep touching him casually—adjusting his collar, smoothing his hair, fingers trailing his forearm—and it drives him insane. Especially when others are watching. Especially when you do it like it’s effortless.

– You call him your favorite disaster in front of Wanda and Steve, rest your head on his shoulder and sigh dramatically, “What would I do without my little hurricane?” He grumbles, mumbles something about respect, but his ears go red. He lives for your teasing—pretends to be annoyed, but follows you around like a stray bolt of lightning. Your boldness unsettles him, thrills him, makes him feel seen in a way speed never could.

– When the world finally pauses, and he has you to himself, he’s breathless with it. “You’re trouble,” he tells you, forehead pressed to yours. “You’re going to be the death of me.” You only smile, trailing your fingers down his chest, and promise to flirt with him and Logan tomorrow, just to make him jealous. He groans. But you see the way he clenches his fists, the way his pulse stutters. Pietro runs fast—but when it comes to you, he’ll never leave first.

Hank McCoy (Beast)

– Teasing Hank McCoy is like poking a sleeping poet who moonlights as a panther. He’s all decorum, wit, and scientific grace—until your hand slides across his chest mid-lab and you murmur, “Is it ethical to look this good while mixing chemicals?” He fumbles. Actually fumbles. Drops a beaker. You giggle like it’s an accident, but Hank knows better now. You’re mischief in silk, and you’ve made it your mission to undo him with honeyed sarcasm.

– In front of the X-Men, you lean into his shoulder and ask loud enough for everyone to hear, “Is the fur always this soft, or are you just flirting back?” Logan groans. Kitty laughs. Hank clears his throat and mutters something about “professional conduct,” but his tail twitches with delight. You love watching him try to remain stoic, academic, distant. It never works. You kiss his forehead during Danger Room training and ask if he’s your personal teddy bear. He doesn’t respond. But his ears go pink.

– You once climbed onto his lap during a debate about mutant ethics, just to whisper in his ear, “I’m still undecided about your moral compass, but your thighs are absolutely heroic.” He choked on his tea. Charles had to excuse himself from laughing. You don’t just tease Hank. You liberate him. You peel away the layers of intellect and kindness and expose the passion buried beneath. And it is wild. And tender. And entirely yours.

– Later, he tucks you into his arms like something precious. “You do realize you’re impossible,” he murmurs. “Utterly vexing. A distraction I cannot quantify.” You kiss the tip of his nose and whisper, “Good. I’ll tease you again tomorrow. In front of the council. Maybe during a presentation.” He groans. But he holds you tighter, because even a genius needs chaos to remember he’s still alive.

Emma Frost (White Queen)

– Teasing Emma Frost is not a game for the faint of heart. She is diamond and danger, cold brilliance wrapped in silk, but you—you're her favorite crack in the mirror. You flirt with calculated recklessness, sliding beside her at a gala and whispering, “Remind me again—are you the most beautiful woman in the room, or am I just underdressed?” She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t blink. Just smiles—thin, sharp—and tilts her head as though deciding whether to reward you or ruin you.

– You wear white when you’re with her. Always white. Low cut, high slit, something sinful and too innocent, just to see her jaw clench behind her champagne glass. In front of the Hellfire Club, you rest a hand lightly on her thigh and ask sweetly, “Is this where I’m supposed to kneel and call you Queen?” The entire table goes quiet. Emma smirks like a slow blade being unsheathed. “Only if you mean it, darling.” You always do.

– She pretends to be unaffected. Always poised, always in control. But you catch the way her eyes flick to your mouth when you bite your lip mid-meeting, or the way she draws breath just a beat too long when you kiss her cheek in front of the council. You tease her because you’re the only one who can, because it turns her from diamond to something molten—slowly, privately, exquisitely. And because you like making the White Queen want.

– Later, in the privacy of moonlight and her high-rise bedroom, she’ll press you against glass and say, “You’re playing with fire.” You kiss her neck and whisper, “No, darling. I am the fire.” She smiles, then—truly smiles—and promises to ruin your reputation if you keep teasing her in public. You grin, tell her to try. And the next day, you do it again—bolder, silkier—because nothing is more intoxicating than Emma Frost when she’s a little bit undone.

Laura Kinney (X-23)

– Teasing Laura is like flirting with a blade—one that’s already kissed blood but chooses not to cut you. She’s sharp, quiet, constantly poised like something could snap—but you see the soft hidden under the steel. You whisper to her during patrols, “You always watch my back so closely. Starting to think you like the view.” She doesn’t answer. But her eyes narrow with something like confusion... or hunger.

– Laura doesn’t know what to do with the way you tease. You call her killer kitten, claw baby, my favorite weapon in front of Logan just to watch both of them scowl. You kiss her gloved hand in the middle of a mission briefing, biting your lip as you say, “You gonna gut me if I kiss you again? Or just blush?” She blushes. You don’t stop. You can’t. Because she is beautiful when she’s overwhelmed—and she never, ever admits it.

– She’s not used to attention like yours. Not adoration wrapped in audacity. You poke her cheek during training and ask, “Is that murder-face for the enemy or for how much you want to pin me against the wall?” She growls low in her throat. Someone coughs. Logan looks away. Laura doesn't reply—but after class, she drags you into the locker room and kisses you with her hands shaking. You made the storm crack its sky.

– At night, she sleeps against you like something feral that’s finally safe. She murmurs, “You’re reckless,” against your ribs. You answer, “So are you.” Tomorrow, you’ll tease her again—ask her if the claws come out when she gets jealous. She’ll call you insufferable. But you’ve seen the way her lips twitch. You’ve heard her heartbeat speed. And she’ll never admit it, but she hopes you never stop.

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

– Teasing Wade is like adding gasoline to a campfire: wild, bright, and instantly dangerous. You call him pretty boy in front of Logan, smack his ass during missions, and say things like “Nice swords, babe—compensating for something?” He laughs so hard he trips over his own gun. “I knew it! She loves me. She wants me. Someone call Spider-Man!” You just wink, knowing full well that you do—and that he knows you do, too.

– He eats up every bit of your chaos. You flirt with him like you’re onstage, loud and unfiltered, and Wade responds with dramatic gasps, heart clutches, and fake swoons that make Rogue walk away in secondhand embarrassment. You straddle his lap during team meetings just to whisper, “If I lick the mask, do I taste trouble or taco grease?” He pulls it up immediately. “Taste and find out, babycakes.” You don't. Yet. But oh, the promise lingers.

– Beneath the nonsense, though, is a vulnerability he hides behind jokes. So sometimes, you’ll flirt softer—tracing his scars with reverence, whispering into the crook of his neck, “You’re my favorite disaster. My favorite mess.” And he’ll go quiet. Just for a second. Then he’ll throw you over his shoulder and run straight into a villain’s lair just to prove he’s worthy of your dangerous affections. You keep teasing him because it makes him feel—seen, wanted, chosen.

– Alone, Wade is slower. Gentler. He whispers, “You see all the ugly, and you flirt with it anyway. That’s messed up. I think I love you for it.” You laugh. Call him softie. Say you’re gonna flirt with Logan tomorrow to make him jealous. He gasps. “You’re a monster! You’re perfect.” He worships you in laughter and blood, in brokenness and absurdity. And in the middle of a firefight, when you wink at him across the chaos, he blows you a kiss and mouths, mine.

Victor Creed (Sabretooth)

– Teasing Victor is a blood sport, and you play it like a champion. You whisper in his ear while he's sharpening his claws, “Bet you purr if I scratch behind the ears.” He growls. But you see the way his breath hitches, the flicker in those golden eyes. You are not afraid. Not of the beast. Not of the violence. You flirt like a dare, like a knife dancing on bare skin. And Victor—he likes that. A little too much.

– You wear red around him. Lethal silk, lipstick like murder. You drape yourself across his lap at Brotherhood briefings, fingers trailing the line of his throat as you murmur, “You gonna kill me or kiss me first?” Mystique rolls her eyes. Victor grins, slow and sharp, and says, “That depends. You gonna beg for either?” You never do. You never need to. Because teasing him isn’t about submission—it’s about domination without touch.

– You drive him mad. In front of others, you call him kitty or fangs, brush your lips along his jaw and hum, “I’ve tamed worse.” He snarls, but never stops you. Because even with all his power, all his menace, you are the only one who ever made the predator chase instead of pounce. He doesn’t understand how you’re not afraid—but it keeps him addicted. You are his unsolvable riddle. His softest sin.

– When you’re alone, his control shatters like bone under pressure. “Keep teasing me like that,” he growls against your throat, “and one day I won’t stop.” But you already know. You already want that. You kiss his lip, taste the wild, and murmur, “Good. I never asked you to.” And in the morning, you flirt with Magneto in the hallway just to feel Victor’s jealousy crack the air around you like a storm. He doesn’t scare you. He excites you. And he lives for it.

Julian Keller (Hellion)

– Teasing Julian is like feeding gasoline to teenage arrogance—you do it because watching him squirm is delicious. He’s always posturing, always smirking, always pretending he’s not flustered when you call him “pretty boy” in front of the New X-Men. You lean over the strategy table, brush your fingers across the metal of his gauntlet, and purr, “You look so intense, Jules. Should I be worried… or excited?” He freezes. Coughs. Tries to recover. You wink. He fails.

– He pretends your teasing doesn’t bother him, but every time you kiss his jaw in passing or tug on his belt loop mid-mission, his powers surge slightly. A telekinetic hum buzzes in the air like he can’t control the way you unnerve him. Once, you sat in his lap during a debrief just to whisper, “Do you think your powers can pin me down? Or do you need help?” Julian dropped his coffee. Santo still won’t let him live it down.

– He tries to play it cool, of course. Arms crossed, brows arched, doing his best impression of a man who hasn’t thought about you in every possible position. But your constant flirtation breaks through all of it. You call him “baby telekinesis” in front of Logan and get away with it, mainly because Julian can’t stop staring at your mouth long enough to protest. And because the truth is—he loves it. He loves you, in all your maddening, teasing glory.

– Alone, he’s different. Hands tentative, voice lower. “You drive me insane,” he murmurs, half-smiling as you straddle his hips. “One day I’m gonna tease you back so hard you forget your own name.” You smile like you’re inviting it. You tell him he couldn’t handle the reverse. He tells you to try him. And you whisper that you’ll flirt with Josh tomorrow just to make him jealous. He groans. You laugh. The game goes on.

Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat)

– You flirt with Kitty like it’s a private joke the whole team’s in on—and it always, always works. She’ll be in the middle of a meeting with Logan or leading a Danger Room session, and you’ll brush her hair behind her ear and murmur, “Should I be calling you Professor Pryde now? Or do I still get to call you mine?” She short-circuits every single time. Phases through a chair once. Blames the tech. You grin.

– She tries so hard to keep things professional, especially when students are watching—but you just lean against her desk during X-Men business, trailing your fingers along the collar of her uniform and whispering, “You know I’m only acting up to see if you’ll punish me later.” Kurt drops his coffee. Logan groans audibly. Kitty turns beet red and stammers through the rest of the meeting with your hand still resting on her thigh.

– Your teasing is sweet but shameless. You walk through walls into her office just to surprise her, drape yourself over her while she’s reading mission reports, and sigh theatrically, “I love a woman with responsibilities.” She huffs. Tells you she has work. But her fingers wrap around your wrist and stay there. Kitty has a fire in her—one that never quite burns unless you’re the one igniting it.

– Later, in the quiet hum of her quarters, she climbs into your lap like it’s where she’s always belonged. “You’re impossible,” she says between kisses. You reply, “You didn’t mind when I called you ‘boss lady’ in front of Storm.” She buries her face into your neck. Swears you’ll pay. You just laugh, already planning tomorrow’s chaos—maybe teasing her in front of Peter. Maybe flirting mid-phase. Either way, she’ll be red. And yours.

Cable (Nathan Summers)

– Teasing Nathan Summers is like flirting with a nuclear reactor—controlled chaos, calculated danger, and strangely addictive. He’s a warrior, stoic and brooding, wrapped in metal and scars, but you flirt with him like he’s just some hot guy at a bar. “Tell me, soldier,” you say during mission prep, fingers dancing along the edge of his shoulder plates, “is all that heavy armor compensating for something… or hiding something I should unwrap?” He doesn't answer. But the muscle in his jaw twitches, and that’s all the answer you need.

– The others stare when you perch in his lap in the war room, playing with the straps of his belts like you’re trying to disarm a bomb. “I like your scars,” you whisper, “they’re very… biteable.” Domino snorts. Scott nearly drops a tablet. But Nathan doesn’t move. Doesn’t even blink—just looks at you like he’s cataloguing every inch of your threat level. And secretly loving every second. Your boldness doesn’t faze him. It arouses him.

– You love calling him things like big guy, future daddy, cyborg of my heart—all in front of Charles, Logan, anyone who’ll hear. You once kissed his metal hand and said, “Cold to the touch, warm on the inside. Just like you, babe.” He groaned. Told you to behave. You didn’t. Nathan is used to discipline, to pain, to silence—but you make him laugh. You make him burn. And when you tease him, he remembers he’s alive.

– Alone, he cages you against the wall, breath ragged. “One more innuendo in front of my father, and I swear—” You cut him off with a grin and a kiss. You promise to flirt with Logan next. He growls, drags you closer, says, “I’ll kill him.” You laugh, whisper something filthier, and he lifts you off the ground like you weigh nothing. Tomorrow, you’ll tease him in front of the Council. He’ll scowl. But when you wink, he’ll smirk. Just a little.

Warren Worthington III (Angel/Archangel)

– Warren’s used to admiration. He’s a literal angel, golden and tragic, rich beyond reason, beautiful beyond words. But you—you flirt with him like he’s a summer fling you’re bored of, and it drives him mad in the best way. You lean against his shoulder during meetings and murmur, “Your wings look fluffier than usual. You grooming for me?” He blushes. Actually blushes. Emma raises a brow. You giggle like a devil in disguise.

– You call him heaven-sent in front of the X-Men and then add, “I just want to know if all of you is as soft as those feathers.” Logan chokes on his cigar. Kitty nearly falls off her chair. Warren turns the color of ripe strawberries and hides his face behind a clipboard. You kiss his cheek in front of Storm and say, “Don’t worry, angel—I’ll keep it PG...ish.” He knows you’re lying. And he secretly hopes you don’t.

– His wings flare whenever you get too close—his body reacting before he can hide it. You once traced a finger down one of the joints mid-conversation and whispered, “Are they sensitive?” He dropped his coffee. You winked and walked away. Teasing Warren is its own divine comedy. He’s all old-money grace and aching morality, but when you bite your lip and call him birdie, he looks ready to sin.

– Later, when he’s pinning you beneath him with wings stretched wide, he breathes, “You do this on purpose.” You only smile, breathless, and murmur, “Of course I do. You're fun when you're flustered.” He kisses you like penance. And you promise to call him Daddy Warbucks with feathers in front of the Avengers tomorrow. He groans. But he never tells you to stop. Because for once in his life, being worshipped feels earned.

Morph (Kevin Sydney)

– Teasing Morph is like playing tag with chaos—you’re not sure if you’re the one chasing him, or if he’s letting you catch him just to feel your hands. You lean into his side mid-mission, brush your lips against the curve of his ear, and whisper, “If you wanted me to sit on your lap, you could’ve just asked.” He turns bright pink, shifts into a chair, a kitten, and back into himself within seconds. You laugh. He melts. Everyone else is used to it by now—your shameless affection and his cartoonishly lovesick expression.

– Morph is a shapeshifter, but you’re the one who leaves him breathless. You flirt with him in front of everyone—calling him your favorite emotional support chaos goblin, running your hand down his back during meetings and murmuring, “Still the cutest one in every form. Even when you turn into Logan.” Logan scowls. Morph grins. You wink. He dies a little inside (in a good way). You are the one constant in a world where he can be anything.

– You once made him flustered mid-fight by shouting, “Turn into my ex so I can finally win an argument!” He tripped. He actually tripped midair. Later, you perched on his shoulders while he turned into a centaur just to impress you, and you whispered, “What’s next, stallion?” He almost combusted. You don’t tease him because he’s easy to rattle. You tease him because you love the way he always laughs—loud, full-hearted, like it’s the only language he trusts.

– Alone, he drops all disguises. Just Kevin. Just his eyes, soft and vulnerable, saying thank you in every glance. “You could’ve had someone simpler.” You kiss the side of his jaw and promise to tease him again tomorrow—maybe mid-transformation, maybe in front of Charles. He grins. Shifts into a blushing emoji. You tackle him to the bed. He says you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. You tell him he’s stuck with you. He says he’d shapeshift into forever if it meant staying yours.

Mystique (Raven Darkhölme)

– You flirt with Raven like you have no sense of fear—and she finds that utterly intoxicating. You trail your fingers along her collarbone during Brotherhood briefings and purr, “If you were anyone else right now, I’d still want you. Problem is, I only ever want you.” She raises a brow, seemingly unbothered, but the flick of her yellow eyes betrays her. You make her lose focus, and no one else has ever done that. Not Erik. Not Destiny. Just you.

– Raven’s used to being the predator, but you—you are the thorn in her paw she doesn’t want removed. You tease her when she’s in disguise, calling her “stranger danger” or “whoever-you-are-today, babe” in front of Magneto. Then, the moment she’s back in her blue skin, you kiss the sharp edge of her cheekbone and murmur, “There’s my girl.” She rolls her eyes, tells you to stop, but lets you continue. Every time. Because she doesn’t trust most—but she adores you.

– Once, during a very serious mission, you leaned into her and asked, “If I misbehave during this operation, will you shift into my boss and fire me later? Or just spank me in the breakroom?” Logan walked off. Pyro fell over. Raven didn’t even blink—just looked you dead in the eye and whispered, “You won’t be walking afterward.” You winked. You flirted harder. You made Mystique flustered—a feat worthy of its own medal.

– Alone, Raven sheds everything—her weaponized skin, her masks, her fury. She presses her forehead to yours, and you whisper, “I’ll tease you again tomorrow.” She threatens you in return, half-hearted and breathless. You call her your favorite nightmare, and she bites your shoulder just enough to mark. You never stop flirting with her—because the world always expects her to shift. But with you, she stays.

Magik (Illyana Rasputina)

– You flirt with Illyana like you’re trying to get hexed—and maybe you are. You kiss her cheek during quiet spells and whisper, “Queen of Limbo or Queen of my heart? I need to know where to send the tribute.” She stares at you like she’s deciding whether to kiss you or banish you to another realm. Then she smirks and says, “Keep talking and I’ll summon something worse than love.” You grin. Because no one calls your bluff quite like she does.

– Illyana is ice and brimstone. But you—you make her smile with teeth. You drape yourself across her lap during debriefs and ask, “Is this throne taken?” Logan sighs. Kurt prays. She runs a single clawed finger along your thigh and says, “Only if you earn the seat.” You tease her because she’s dangerous. Because she’s divine. Because she loves it more than she lets on. You’re the only one she doesn’t cast away.

– You call her my favorite hellspawn in front of the New Mutants, and she scowls—but doesn’t move when you kiss the side of her neck. You once slipped a sticky note on her sword that read “cut me open, I dare you”, and she kept it. Illyana isn’t one for grand affection, but your teasing is worship disguised as chaos, and she needs that kind of devotion. Especially from someone unafraid of her fire.

– Alone, in the soft hush of moonlit rooms, she pulls you close and murmurs, “Don’t stop.” And you never do. You promise to flirt with Kurt in front of her just to see her glare. She promises to teleport you to Limbo for three hours in return. You both laugh. She kisses you like a curse she never wants lifted. And when you call her goddess of everything dark and mine, she doesn’t deny it.

Alex Summers (Havok)

– Teasing Alex Summers is like tossing pebbles into a volcano—you watch it rumble, then crack open with heat. You lean into him during Danger Room warmups and murmur, “You know, you’re the hotter Summers brother. Just don’t tell Scott I said that.” His ears go red instantly. He mutters something about professionalism. But his hands find your waist within seconds, pulling you just a little closer. You’re his favorite distraction. The only one he doesn’t want to resist.

– You call him sunbeam, hot stuff, and Captain Inferno in front of the X-Men, resting your head on his shoulder during team missions and whispering “You’re glowing again. Is that your mutation or just me?” He exhales like he’s about to explode. Sometimes he does—just a little blast into the dirt to let off steam. Logan smirks. Scott glares. You kiss his temple and promise to behave. You never do. Alex loves it.

– He tries to keep his cool, to be the rational Summers—until you sit in his lap during a Blackbird flight and whisper, “Think the team knows you’re my favorite pillow?” He coughs. Tries to shift you off. Fails. You call him ‘Lexy-poo in front of Emma once, and he almost vaporized a chair. But he never stops letting you do it. Because even with all his trauma, his mistakes, his need to be seen outside Scott’s shadow—you make him feel wanted. Loudly. Brazenly. Constantly.

– In the dark, you trace the edge of his chest with your nails and murmur, “I’m flirting with Logan tomorrow.” He groans, buries his face in your neck, and says, “You are a menace.” You hum, “Your menace.” He kisses your collarbone and mutters, “Damn right.” And the next morning, when you wink at Scott across the War Room, Alex simply pulls you onto his lap and growls, “Mine.” You smirk. You win. Again.

Piotr Rasputin (Colossus)

– You flirt with Piotr because you like how unshakeable he is—on the outside, at least. You rest your hands against his cold chestplate and purr, “So solid… must be exhausting being everyone’s strongman. Want me to be yours for once?” He stills. Not because he’s offended, but because that low, soft mischief in your voice short-circuits something deep inside him. You say it like a poem. Like a challenge. Like a prayer he doesn’t deserve answered.

– Around the others, you straddle his lap without warning, tracing lazy circles along the glowing seams of his armor, and murmur, “Are you always this hard, or is that just for me?” Logan groans. Kurt disappears. Ororo smirks knowingly. Piotr covers his face with a massive hand and grumbles something in Russian, but doesn’t move you. Not even an inch. You know the blush is there, hidden beneath steel. And you live for coaxing it out.

– You love pressing kisses to his silver neck, whispering ridiculous things like, “You know, some girls like diamonds. I prefer my men fully plated.” He stutters. He flusters. He accidentally crushes a coffee mug in his palm once because you called him “metallic and magnificent” during breakfast. You tease him because he’s so careful with everyone else—but with you, he forgets to hold back. He forgets he’s dangerous. He forgets to be afraid.

– In the quiet moments, he pulls you close like you’re the only softness he’s allowed to hold. “You make me feel… more,” he murmurs against your temple. You smile, kiss his jaw, and whisper, “Good. Tomorrow I’ll call you my steel sweetheart in front of Logan. See if you turn red or crush another mug.” He groans. But he doesn't stop smiling. Not with you in his arms.

Betsy Braddock (Psylocke)

– You flirt with Betsy like you’re begging to be pinned—and honestly, you are. During Council meetings, you lean over her shoulder, lips brushing her ear, and whisper, “How does a woman that sharp not cut me open every time she looks my way?” She glances sideways, half-lidded and deadly, and replies something cool like “Perhaps I enjoy watching you bleed for me.” But her hand settles on your thigh under the table. Lightly. Possessively.

– Betsy wears her control like silk armor, but you poke holes in it with every sultry grin, every teasing touch of fingers just too close to her telekinetic blade. You once strutted into her sparring session wearing one of her old shirts and murmured, “If I win, you’re taking me out. If I lose, I’m still wearing this tonight.” She smirked. Disarmed you instantly. But when she helped you off the floor, her hand lingered on your waist for far too long to call it tactical.

– You tease her even when she's mid-mission, asking through comms, “Tell me, darling—am I your weakness or your weapon?” She answers coolly, “That depends. Will you shut up if I say both?” But you hear the lilt in her voice, the faint breathless pause before the next strike. Around others, you call her Lady Blade and my lethal Brit, just to watch her glare half-heartedly before dragging you into the shadows and whispering threats in a tone that sounds an awful lot like love.

– Behind closed doors, her mask cracks. She lets you kiss the scarred edges of her, the parts she doesn’t show anyone else. “You shouldn’t tempt me like that in public,” she warns. You kiss her throat and hum, “Then stop liking it.” She doesn’t. She won’t. She touches you like something sacred, her voice low as she whispers, “Tomorrow, I’ll pretend not to care. You’ll flirt anyway. And I’ll let you. Because you are my favorite weakness.”

Jubilee (Jubilation Lee)

– You flirt with Jubilee like she’s sunshine in a bottle and you’re dying of thirst. You toss yourself dramatically across her lap during mission briefings and groan, “How is it fair for you to look like that and shoot fireworks from your hands? I demand equal rights.” She laughs so loud Beast drops his pen. Logan mumbles something about kids these days. But Jubilee? Jubilee just beams—and tugs you even closer.

– She’s used to being underestimated, but you never do. You call her “sparkler” and “hot stuff” in front of Rogue, blow her kisses across training simulations, and say things like “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna combust before you even touch me.” Her cheeks go red. Her fingers crackle. Her smile could light the room. You tease her because she deserves to be adored loudly, boldly, without apology.

– You once kissed her behind the bleachers during a student event and whispered, “Wanna ditch this and make out on top of the Danger Room?” She said yes before you even finished. In front of the team, you call her “the love of my chaotic life”, and when she shoots you a glare, you kiss her cheek until she’s laughing too hard to be mad. Jubilee loves that you’re just as loud as she is, just as bright, just as impossible to ignore.

– Alone, she curls against you like a firework ready to explode. “I still don’t know why you like me,” she whispers once. You kiss the side of her nose and reply, “Because you shine so hard, it makes me believe in joy again.” She tears up. Punches your arm. Calls you cheesy. You promise to flirt with Laura tomorrow just to annoy her. She threatens to blind you with light. But she’s smiling the whole time.

David Haller (Legion)

– Teasing David is like reaching into a wildfire and asking it to blush. You sidle into his space during psychic training sessions, curl a hand around the back of his neck, and murmur, “You’ve got a million personalities, but I only flirt with the one who looks at me like that.” His smile stutters. Reality shimmers slightly at the edges. He wants to be cool, collected—but you make his universe tremble with a whisper.

– Everyone else treads lightly around David, afraid of breaking him open, of saying the wrong word and unleashing chaos. But you? You walk right into his field of fractured thoughts and tease him like it’s your favorite game. “So which one of you is into me today?” you once asked in front of Charles. David flushed. The sky flickered. Charles cleared his throat and left the room. You winked. David nearly imploded.

– You press kisses to the side of his temple and say things like, “Even your madness knows I’m irresistible.” And maybe it does. Maybe every one of his alters adores you in their own strange, broken way. You are the single thread he never wants to sever, the teasing voice that keeps him grounded, the chaos he chooses instead of drowns in. You flirt with him not because he’s broken—but because you see the beauty in every crack.

– Alone, he cups your face with trembling hands and whispers, “Sometimes I think I made you up.” You kiss him—slow, grounding, real. “If you did, then lucky you.” Tomorrow, you’ll flirt with one of his alters just to watch him twitch, just to remind him you love every part. He’ll roll his eyes. Call you impossible. You’ll call him yours. And he’ll believe it. Because somehow, against all odds, you make his mind feel like home.

Lorna Dane (Polaris)

– You flirt with Lorna like she’s a storm you’re daring to swallow. You press against her during council meetings, fingers grazing her hip, and whisper, “Is your magnetism always this strong, or am I just wearing metal panties again?” She chokes. Logan drops his cigar. Emma smirks behind her wine glass. Lorna turns slowly, jaw clenched, green eyes sharp—but you see the edges of her mouth fighting a smile.

– Lorna plays at calm, but you’ve seen the twitch in her fingers when you wear her colors or call her Queen of North Star Hearts in public. You once straddled her lap during a political summit and murmured, “If I kiss you now, will the podium catch fire or just the headlines?” She didn’t move you. Didn’t speak. Just kissed you anyway. And the media did write about it. You framed the article.

– You tease her powers constantly, asking if she can “pull you closer without hands” or suggesting she use her magnetic field to unhook your bra mid-mission. She glares. You wink. And when you kiss her in front of her exes—especially Alex—she holds you tighter. Lorna pretends to hate the attention. But she loves the way you shout your affection. She’s had too many lovers hide her in the shadows. You? You shine a spotlight.

– At night, wrapped in silk sheets and her tangled hair, she murmurs, “You’re the only one who ever makes me laugh like this.” You kiss her nose and promise to call her Green Goddess in front of Magneto tomorrow. She groans. “Don’t you dare.” You absolutely will. Because Lorna’s not just made of magnetic storms—she’s made of aching softness. And you are the only one allowed to tease the lightning until it purrs.

Jonothon Starsmore (Chamber)

– Teasing Jono is like serenading a bonfire—warm, dangerous, and always on the verge of flaring. You curl into his side in the rec room, fingers brushing the wrappings around his jaw, and whisper, “You know, for a guy who can’t kiss, you still make me melt.” His psychic laugh echoes softly in your mind. It’s dry. Amused. And just a little bit desperate. You’re the only one who makes him feel like more than what he lost.

– You flirt in front of the students, calling him “Hot Stuff” or “My favorite furnace”, running your fingers over his trench coat and sighing theatrically, “Tragic and broody? Ugh, yes please.” Jubilee hoots. Husk groans. Jono groans louder—psychically. He tells you to stop. You don’t. Because you know what it does to him. You know he’s burning from the inside out—and you want him to know that you see it, and love him anyway.

– Once, during a mission, you pressed your mouth to the scarf over his lower face and whispered, “You don’t need lips to ruin me, Jono.” He nearly lost control of his bio-energy blast. You laugh about it still. He doesn't. But he secretly keeps the scarf you kissed folded in his drawer like a relic. You tease him because he forgets how much he’s still allowed to feel—and you are determined to never let him forget it again.

– Later, when he holds you with hands callused from a life of holding back, you hear him think it again: “I wish I could kiss you.” You cup his face and say, “You already do.” And tomorrow, you’ll flirt louder, in front of Emma this time, just to see him twitch. He’ll groan. He’ll sigh. But he’ll never tell you to stop. Because in a body made of broken fire, your teasing is the one thing that doesn’t hurt.

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justevelynnnn · 8 months ago

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you cannot tell me scott isn't a munch. i just know he eats it good 🥰

☀️ anon

🤍 He iss! i really believe so.

Especially after missions or a long day all he’d want by the end is to be between your legs for hours. He did not care if it’s messy or if his jaw got tired or how much you pulled and yanked his hair, though he secretly loved that part.

He’d lick each crevice like he was trying to memorize it. And he loves to use a finger or two and reach that one spot that got you arching like crazy while licking your sensitive clit because sometimes that would make you squirt. And god, did he love that too. And, when it did happen, it’d get all over his face and visor which he loved to lick clean with his eyes closed. He’d lick every drip that came out, wipe his lenses on the bed and put his visor back on and go right back to eating you out like it was nothing. It drove you crazy.

He doesn’t care how he gets it. You at the edge of the bed while he’s kneeling in front of you? Yup, now he can jerk off while eating you out simultaneously. You sitting on his face? Now he can blissfully and nearly suffocate under you. From the back? Perfect view…

One time he even did it in the kitchen. It was so risky but it only made him hornier. It was such a rush.

Lips numb, face red, hair messy… it was a pleasant sight to see.

By the time he’s done his face is drenched and smells slightly like …you. It’s so embarrassing if it’s the morning because even when he washes his face there’s still a faint smell and Logan will always pick it up and make some snarky comment.

“Smells like you already had breakfast, Summers…” He’d mumble not even looking up from his cup of coffee. Scott always ignored him but smiled at you, stupidly.

He’s such a munch & he just doesn’t care what anyone says about it, like at all.

#i need him #I know he’s a munch #I just do #scott summers xmen #scott summer smut #scott summers x reader #scott summers imagines #xmen smut #request answers #cyclops smut #x men cyclops

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earlgreylatte · 1 month ago

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𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙢 𝙖 𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡!

You decide to mess with your boyfriend.

Ends up in a firm but gentle wrestling match with you as he prevents your arms from making contact with him, insisting, or even borderline pleading with you to stay away and that he’s very loyal to his girlfriend.

Barry Allen, Dick Grayson, John Stewart, Kyle Rayner, Ted Kord, Peter Parker, Kurt Wagner

Screams a surprisingly high pitched ‘No!’, wrapping his arms around himself, as he begs you to leave him be and claims his girlfriend will kill you. You slowly back off.

Johnny Storm, Booster Gold, Wade Wilson, Roy Harper,

Air jail. Whether by trapping you in a construct or holding you up by the armpits before you can embrace him, you are not coming down until you call off the prank.

Hal Jordan (Smug bastard #1, sympathizes with how attractive he is and how hard that must be for you), John Stewart, Guy Gardner (Smug bastard #2), Jason Todd, Jean Paul Valley

A steely glare and cold ‘No.’ has you freezing in your tracks before he quickly removes himself from the room. Quickly re-enters to make sure your feelings aren’t hurt. Watching you laugh at the situation has him shooting you a dry, but fond stare.

Bruce Wayne, John Stewart, Scott Summers, Matt Murdock, Bucky Barnes

Before he can even act, his best friend intercepts you, pushing you away with a judgemental glare while calling you a ‘homewrecker’.

Peter Parker (Johnny immediately recognizes the trend, but would act this way if a random girl actually tried this because no one messes with Spidey’s happiness), Ted Kord (Booster shuffles Ted away, arm wrapped around his waist, which throws you two into a game of keep away), Matt Murdock (Foggy’s mock disappointment almost makes you feel real remorse), Wally West (Dick’s condescending smile and malicious eyes hurt…)

Catholic scolding, tells you adultery is a sin, you end up leaving the prank feeling enlightened somehow.

Kurt Wagner (yes, father…), Matt Murdock (an actual homewrecker), Jean Paul Valley

Puts you in a sleeper hold and you end up waking a minute later, face against the floor. Bro might have utilized actual military training to remain loyal.

John Stewart, Scott Summers (Xaiver’s training might be insane??), Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes

Uses his powers to move out of the way, causing you to crash into the nearest object. Apologetically brings you ice.

Barry Allen, Wally West, Kurt Wagner

Doesn’t comprehend what you shouted, too focused on catching you and cradling you in his arms, after his brain catches up with him, he lets out an alarmed shout and pushes you away.

Kyle Rayner, Jason Todd, Jean Paul Valley, Johnny Storm, Peter Parker, Kurt Wagner

Decides to mess with you and plays along, shooting you a flirtatious smile. Ten minutes later, he ends up on his knees trying to get on your good side again.

Hal Jordan, Matt Murdock, Clint Barton

Actually backflips you (onto a soft rug or couch).

Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Roy Harper

Straight up pulls out his guns and warns you to stay in your lane. Hopefully the safety is on…

Wade Wilson (“Sorry, sister, but I’m taken!”)

The amount of tiktoks I had to watch for this…but it’s a very cute trend!

For Ted and Peter, pretend to be Booster/Johnny…

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dollfacefantasy · 11 months ago

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i feel like scott summers would be very needy when it comes to making out.

he tends to be pretty touchy normally, a hand lingering on your waist or thumb idly petting the back of your knuckles. so when the two of you are alone, he really doesn’t hold back.

he holds you close as can be, flush against his body. his hand cups the back of your neck as he leans in to connect your lips. the tip of his nose bumps against yours, and his breaths come out in harsh puffs.

the passion in each movement escalates fast. little pecks morph into open mouth kisses. he nips and sucks at your bottom lip, brushes his tongue against you.

it’s an effort to keep up, but it’s worth it to hear the little noises he’ll make. he groans when you slide his hands up his chest. whimpers if you push your warm body closer to his. straight up moans if your palm lands on his developing bulge to give it some caresses.

“fuck, baby…” he pants when the two of you finally pull away. a pretty shade of pink tints his cheeks. saliva coats his swollen lips. his chest puffs with quick breaths.

depending on what the two of you are supposed to be doing at the time, he’ll either dive back in for more or resist that urge. but if you have a craving to keep going, it’s pretty easy to reel him back in.

all it takes is running a hand through his hair, giving him the look, and pouting “scott…”

it works every time. without a doubt, he’ll glance around and mutter “i guess we have some time” before going back in just as he did before, taking care not to knock his shades loose in his fervor. the difference this time is that he’s fully hard in his pants, grinding up against your thigh as his body melds to yours.

#scott summers x reader #scott summers x you #marvel x reader #x men x reader #ch: scott summers 💌

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fettywap2006 · 27 days ago

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Not to be greedy or anything but can we start doing poly X reader fics cause I need them BOAF at the same time

No but like seriously they’re so hot😩

#jean grey #cyclops #scott summers #x men #x men comics #x reader #x men 97 #marvel girl

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lina-lovebug · 1 year ago

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Scott is a HEAVY sleeper. He👏 is👏 a👏 dad👏 sleeper. He will either sprawl across the bed, limbs spilling out and loud snores coming from him. Or on days when he's especially tired or getting shit from Logan, he likes to be held. The X-Mens leader likes to be spooned. He likes to slump into bed, earning a familiar giggle from you - you know the drill. He gets on his side and you scootch over, wrapping your arms around his frame and softly snuggle into the crook of his neck and shoulder. He likes feeling your heartbeat against his back and your gentle breathing, which lulls him to sleep within minutes.

Also if anyone ever finds out, he will deny it until the day he dies.

#scott summers #cyclops #x men 97 x reader #x men fanfiction #x men 97 #cyclops x reader #scott summers x reader

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inkievoid · 9 months ago

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So what's your type?

Brunets with weird eyes... Clearly...

#we'll ignore that Void!Gambit doesn't have red eyes until he uses his powers #we still love him tho #gambit #gambit x reader #remy lebeau x reader #remy lebeau #cyclops #cyclops x reader #scott summers x reader #x men #xmen x reader

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deniable-masterpiece · 11 months ago

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i think i have a type idk..

#x reader #x male reader #matt x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x male reader #daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil x male reader #scott summers x reader #scott summers #scott summers x you #scott summers x male reader

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scarlettmurphy · 1 year ago

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STARCROSSED PT3 +ੈ✩‧₊˚ LOGAN HOWLETT

logan and y/n — starcrossed in every universe. the forbidden love, the underlying emotions swallowing y/n whole as she sees the man older then her own father by a good century or so in love with the woman she hates and she finds herself in a situation she knows she’ll never be able to run from.

- content warning age gap (is legal) angst. swearing. explicit. comfort! drinking. sick. dirty humour. choking. drugs. comfort? body issues. implications of ed. nsfw. angst angst and angst..pairings: older!logan howlett x xavier!reader. logan howlett x jean grey? scott summers x ?

spoiler: my idea was to make this a bit happier.. mission failed ☹️

note this is part three to starcrossed, make sure you’ve read the first two first so it makes sense :) the angst is angsting and i’m a little scrambled for what direction to go with this.. sorry for the long wait 💕i’m a bit insecure about this piece because i had a little writers block so i really hope you like it! i was listening to silver springs on repeat! so you get the vibes ☹️☹️ enjoy reading and i know this super long, sorry !! 💗💗

tags — @faceache111 @malfoys-demigod @navs-bhat @dilfismz @thisbipuff-isaswiftie @twinky-wink @thewiselionessss @thecraziestcrayon @plasticbottleholder @awhoreforalotofshows @emily-b @jae48 @cxptainbuck @444st4rg1rl @iluvloganhowlett @luusecret @bratalina @penguinsravioli @aesthetic-lyss @capswife @cliffordmess @halepack2011 @1-800-local-whore @lonelytealover @deezsnurts @angelofthorr @badbishsblog @weallhaveadestiny @hizzielover @noventev @holysmokesmando @la-diabla1 @sarnbarnes @lunalixya @danicl25

[i hope u like it!]

logan hadn’t moved an inch the entire night — you could’ve assumed he was a statue with how trained he was just to focus on y/n. every movement she made, every little occasional whimper or noise that escaped her sweet lips as she slept. his mind was spinning with thoughts as he bit down on his cheek mentally battling with himself as he thought to scott’s words that he had yelled at him a few hours before and what he said being enough to hit him with the small reality that the girl in front of him could of seen him in a way that he hadn’t completely processed or imagined was a possibility. scott’s words ringing in his mind as he has spent the entire night tossing and turning in the bed trying to dissect what he exactly meant by them, and he’d gotten an idea.

an idea he didn’t wanna admit to himself even though all his thoughts linked back to it. he swallowed it deep down, his heart beat quickening as he wondered over the thoughts circling in his mind. he was certain something was growing in him after knowing the knowledge a strong feeling taking over all his urges. maybe it was fear, he was pretty sure it was and he hated the feeling. in every way.

amd it was be caused by y/n. he knew it no matter how much he didn’t wanna admit that his friend, the girl that was a good 150 and something years younger then him was causing. the professors daughter— he had practically just got here two years ago and he didn’t need to be stirring up shit with charles because off his daughter who was practically underage, especially in his eyes. logan swallowing as he slowly come to the terms that the little girl, in his eyes who hardly looks that little anymore, next to him could see him in a completely different way. a way he never thought would be something in her mind.

slowly the time passed as light slowly dawned into the room which shone a sweet reflecting on y/n’s face as her skin soaked up the sunlight as logan brung his gaze up to the ceiling, his thoughts getting too much to bare as he leant into his pocket and pulled out a cigar. hating the fact it was so hard for him to control, fighting those feelings brewing in him as he slowly stood up from the bed being extra cautious to be quiet about it despite his big body making the bed quiver under him as he walked over to the window opening it slightly — a little extra cautious over y/n and smoking around her in this state as he looked back over to the view off her sleeping.

he hated how soft he was currently feeling because of her, the emotions stirring in him something he hadn’t even remembered ever feeling before. he felt like a big baby, smoking out the window all because of the kid. logan taking a big inhale as he watched the sun come up. soon enough finishing the cigar whilst overlooking the scenery,him finding himself stuck in thought as he leant against the wall as he brung his gaze back to y/n after throwing the put out butt out the window, his mind wracking around what just to do or if he should or leave or stay.

however, logan didn’t get the chance to decide when y/n’s eyes fluttered open as she tossed a little as the cover slid off her figure as she slowly woke up realising the fact she was still in the outfit from the night before as she could smell the faint bit of sick which made her let out a low groan as her mind was a complete blur, her being instantly met with a horrible headache as she buried her face into her pillow completely unbeknownst to logan’s presence. the headache only getting worse as she tried to recall what had happened the night before — the one downside of being a mutant of her power being the fact that hangovers hit like a wwe fighter would.

her mind stopping recalling anything after the time logan had walked away from the bar and left her with wade and hank — her mind slowly coming to terms with the shots.. the many shots.. the little burst of confidence she had as logan kept himself silent as he watched the girl stir awake not wanting to alert y/n off his presence just yet, deep down him knowing he wouldn’t of been able to speak anyway as he was too taken by her, not wanting to stop his little gawking as he watched her come to reality.

y/n’s heart felt as if it was burning as she recalled what she had seen with logan and jean — that hole inside her that was always lingering growing wider per second as she wished to suppress the memories now. god she wished she was more blackout then she had been. her mind feeling like a very hazy floaty mess as did her body currently.

y/ns mind bringing itself onto the little run she had out the mansion, hangover anxiety flowing over her as she felt her face heat up at the memory as her heart flipped at the thought of what she swore she could recall about scott of all people being nice? to her? at that she rolled out a little curse under her breath as she fought to keep her eyes closed against the pillow as all she wanted was so be swallowed hole as the heart ache that truly had never left and was only pushed to the side last night felt harsher then ever at the faded image off logan she had in her brain as she swallowed, her stomach making a loud gurgle noise as she felt the sick feeling coarse back up from her.

with that logan couldn’t be quiet anymore, him taking a step and just with the sound of his footsteps that made y/n open her eyes and look up as she met logan’s gaze from across the room herself instantly jumping as she felt completely fucked from the night before and his presence was the last thing she needed.

“y/n—“ logan spoke quietly, some of his emotion present within his tone as he immediately swallowed that back down, stomaching a smile in her direction as he made his way over to the edge of the bed. “are you okay?” he added out in an almost rushed way as y/n’s heart pounded as fast as her head was in the moment as she looked at him — her not even wanting to even know how bad she must’ve looked right now as she shook her head.

her low words coming out as fast as she had probably ever spoken before, “i think im going to be sick.” she rolled out under her breath, her words coming out in a heavy whisper as she quickly got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. y/n fighting the blurry feeling that overtook her vision as she knelt down to the bathroom toilet — her dizziness just making the sick worse as she leaned down to the toilet bowl as she let it come out. logan running after her the second she stood up that worried feeling growing as he stood at the door watching as she knelt down.

“fucking hell.” he cursed out under his breath as he spoke gruffly as he took a few steps over to her as he knelt down beside her as she was sick. his face forming a harsh grimace as he bit down on his tongue as his large hand fell to her back as he tried to soothe her as he looked away as she was sick again. him swallowing as he tried to control his anger that was growing in the bottom of his stomach for the state she had gotten in, pushing down scott’s words that lingered in his mind along with the question of why you would drink yourself into that state as if he didn’t already know the answer deep down.

“i’m gonna fucking kill hank and wade.” logan rumbled out as a gruff sigh escaped his lips as he took in y/n’s shakiness. hating how she must’ve felt in the moment as he moved his hand up and down her spine as she let out a shaky breath. the comfort making y/n’s hurt inside grow more and more as she stumbled out a quick, “i’m never drinking again.”

her words making a low chuckle escape logan’s lips as he nodded slowly his hand not moving as he used his other hand to move some of her hair behind her ear in a swift motion that only reminded y/n off a bit more from last night as she was sick again. logan swallowing down his anger and feelings as he knew he had to be there for her right now.

“—it’s just a bad hangover bub.” logan calmly stated, his thoughts becoming nothing but void to him as he had all his worry’s right now on her as he watched as she leaned down a little to the toilet bowl, him being able to tell how out of it she was still just by that action as currenlty y/n’s mind was a mixture of haziness and hurt as the words she was trying to mumble out got cut off by that sick feeling again which she swallowed right back down as she fought with herself.

“—‘m never had one like this before.” she cursed out before being sick yet again as his hand lingered on her lower back as he could hear the fear in her voice, a protective feeling growing all through his body he knew exactly what that meant for himself and he hated it which is why his voice sounded a little cold as he moved his hand off her, leaning a little closer to her as he grabbed a small cloth for her to use in a second before placing that on the side next to them.

his hand moving back over to her hair as he made sure it wasn’t getting in her face at all as his cold words hit the air, “that’s what happens when you take shots all night, especially the amount you and wade were taking.”

y/m swallowed roughly as she could overhear his change in tone which made her feel like even more a mess as she spoke up shakily, “sorry—“ and with y/n’s words logan felt a flurry of guilt within him as he shook his head releasing the harshness he was showing which he didn’t even mean too as he sighed.

“don’t be.” he eventually spoke up, his words falling to a cold room as he watched as y/n leant back a little his hands following her as she leant against the wall. his had sipping off her waist as he swept his touch away and grabbed the cloth he had gotten ready for her so she could wipe her mouth. swallowing as she took it from his grip as y/n felt her self pity growing just by seeing his darkened eyes on her as she wiped her mouth with the cloth gently. herself feeling completely disgusting.

y/n watching as logan flushed the toilet to get rid of all the sick that was in there whilst y/n sat there swallowing down her self pity, hating how everything was feeling. being sick here in front of him of all people. she’d rather scott be here, probably even jean, god why wasn’t scott here? why was logan here? what was he doing in her bedroom?

her mind was boiling with questions as she brung her eyes to his own, her gaze locking on his soft brown eyes with that everso hint of green within them that just reminded her of everything she loved about him. the hint off melancholy she always viewed in his gaze still there which just made the pull he had in her twenty million times stronger as it always had been as she couldn’t help the little nervous smile that grew on her lips as she nervously chuckled with her feelings enlaced within her action.

“god i’m a mess.” she retorted out, logan playfully tapping her shoulder at her words as his touch lingered against her skin as he kept his gaze on her.

— “least you’re a pretty one.” he replied almost immediately with a teasing smile showcased on his lips as he grabbed the cloth from her hand and put it over the toilet, y/n swallowing her feelings. his words hit y/n like a heavy, full of metal and being thrown at her by magneto, truck as she could just picture the blush that grew on her face from one silly meaningless comment from him she shouldn’t read too much since she didn’t have a good track record with that especially since what she roughly recalled him doing yesterday as she swallowed due to his words as she could still feel his touch on her own even if it wasn’t there.

the yearning in her practically breaking as she felt that tension stir in her stomach as her brain told her one thing yet her heart was aching to be nothing like she has been for the last two weeks to him no matter how much she shouldn’t be as she kept her gaze on him.

y/n was struggling to find the right words with so many question in her brain and luckily logan instead did for her after the moment of silence had passed, him swallowing roughly before doing so, “you okay now?” his words low as he felt the tension grow in the air silently battling himself from creating it within himself too as logan’s eyes studied y/n as he kept himself knelt down in front of the girl who was sat on the floor — not wanting to leave her side but knowing he should. knowing he shouldn’t be like this with her now, here.

her managing a nod back, “should be.”

her low words caused a feeling to grow in him, ”you will be kid,” he corrected, giving her a serious look.

y/n finding this tension and almost awkwardness grow between the two of them as she moved her gaze away from him, sitting up a little as she soon found her words. “what are you doing here?” she couldn’t help ask, “i don’t remember why.”

logan roughly sighed with her words as he stood up, looking down at her as he went over and leaned against the door. needing the distance between them for his own peace of mind as he spoke after she had finished. “i couldn’t leave you alone last night. i was worried after seeing how drunk you were.”

his words were like a little shock of realisation for y/n as she nodded over the obviousness of it as she moved her gaze onto him, her eyes casted onto him from across the room. hating the weirdness that was growing them as she noted how much it was coming from him. she’d most definitely have to remember soon or else it would be time to dive into someone’s mind.

“i remember scott being here but not you.” she muttered out as logan nodded at her words.

“yeah. well we were both helping.” logan blurted out under his breath, sounding a little pissed off as he opened the bathroom door, “you should shower— i’ll go get you something to eat.” the built up tension and guilty thoughts in his mind eating half the words he wanted to say.

“food might sent me over the edge.” y/n mumbled out lowly, logan knowing the truth underlying her words as he swallowed his own spit feeling those feelings thrive within him as he sighed at the girl who he hadn’t really seen eat a meal if it wasn’t some weird protein recipe, he recalled jean used to have all the time, for the past four months.

“well— just shower okay?” he grunted out as y/n nodded in reply as he closed the bathroom door behind himself. y/n soon hearing her bedroom door close a few seconds later as she let out a rough exhale as she felt like the weight fell right off her shoulders — instantly curling herself into a tiny little ball as she rested her head on her knees as she tried to recall everything as her head pounding just grew worse. rough was not enough to describe the mental and physical anguish she was feeling right now, her having blacked out most of the night and that specific fact irritated her to another level as she knew she’d have to go find scott and get what he knew out of him.

another embarrassing conversation with a guy she never saw eye to eye with and thought was a little bit off a stuck up mug who turned out to be the nicest thing ever to her last night — to say she was embarassed was an understatement as she eventually dragged herself into the shower as she pondered over all the things she knew.

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the shower was too much and too little, the burning water against her skin making her feel a number of things as the pain brung her to the surface of reality as her mind bubbled within the surface of everything as the pain of the water against her soft skin quieted the pain in her heart and mind - her hair falling against her back as the water swallowed her skin whole.

her breath shaky as the tears that slipped down her cheeks were just water dripping down her to any other’s eyes, would’ve gone unnoticed, as she eventually finished her shower after a few ten or so minutes of soaking up all the emotions within the air that had been left and abandoned on that swing set she had the faint recollection off from last night.

y/n wrapping the towel around herself as she pushed through the bathroom door as she made her way through her room as she slid into the first thing she saw in her wardrobe. jeans and a red top - the basic of the basic — as she didn't even want to look in the mirror for fear of what she looked like but she bit that urge down and went right over to the mirror, over analysing every inch off herself as she tried not to let that feeling grow inside her because she knew she had things to do. tearing her eyes away from the mirror as she made her way out her room.

avoiding the glances she was getting from some students as she tried to forget her thoughts as she completely pushed past her discomfort on her way towards scott’s room, it of course being the biggest one in the mansion, y/n knocking on the door as she swallowed her own spit as the door opened revealing a stressed looking jean whose eyes instantly darkened at the sight of the girl.

just meeting the older woman’s gaze sent a chill down y/n’s spine as she definitely didn’t expect to see her and wasn’t ready to in the mind state she currently possessed. that feeling off jealously, aching, yearning and a mixture of pain swelling up through her mind and body as she saw the pure confusion that overtook jean’s face at her presence.

jean’s eyebrows furrowing as she leant against the doorframe, arms crossed, “y/n?” she questioned, her voice full off confusion as y/n felt the tension rise between them.

“hi.” y/n rolled out as she gave jean a little nod off greeting as she fought back the hurt within her at just how she looked so perfect this early as she held back her emotions with a small very fake smile, “is scott here?”

“you want too see scott?” jean asked puzzled, y/n seeing the weird look riddled on her face as she nodded slowly.

“yeah, well i need too.” y/n trailed out, seeing the way jean’s confusion grew as her jaw clenched. her seemingly jealous over this as y/n watched as her tongue clicked to the root of her mouth as she nodded slowly.

“scott!” jean called out into the bedroom when she leaned back, looking into the room where y/n couldn’t see as she felt just how awkward it was right now. y/n’s eyebrows furrowing as jean called for him again, her voice raising more as there was a faint sound of water turning off. probably the shower. then what followed was the found of a door opening, y/n’s eyes remaining on jean as she watched as she took a step back and opened the door some more as scott stepped next to her.

y/n’s eyes falling onto a very shirtless half naked scott, a towel wrapped lowly around his waist as y/n instantly swallowed harshly as she took in the sight.

his v-line showing as there was still water droplets dripping down his very toned abs — y/n immediately being taken aback by seeing scott like that as she felt her stomach flutter as she swallowed harshly once again — his hair was wet and messy and he had just shaved clearly. y/n taking in the new stubble as his new look made many things switch in her brain as he met y/n’s gaze after she had eventually looked to his face and not his abs, that not exactly being something she wanted to do.

“y/n?” scott exclaimed, his words somewhat a question as jean took a step back as she sent y/n a look scott didn’t pick up on due to his eyes only being on her as jean disappeared into the bedroom. scott taking a step forward as the door went with him, him standing between the door and her as she swallowed again finding herself sort of at a loss for words. him leaning against the doorframe as y/n’s eyes cascaded up and down him yet again as she roughly swallowed at the sight.

that’s when she caught glimpse of something, her eyes falling on a certain wound on his side, her eyebrows instantly raising as she practically forgot about how hot he was when she realised the cut. leaning over to get a better view off it as she took in the evident claw marks that looked like it hurt like a bitch, logan clearly having done that — the blood practically still fresh and she could feel her blood boil at the thought.

“what the?” y/n instantly let out as she took the cut in as she leaned a little closer to look at it, “why—?”

“i hurt him back.” he said lowly, y/n giving him a knowing look as that was probably the most scott thing he could’ve said as she leaned back to where she was standing before. a weird feeling growing within her as she scoffed.

“obviously— but why the hell did he do that for?” y/n managed out as she questioned him, scott taking a breath before looking back into the bedroom and swallowing. a weirdness growing between the pair as y/n’s eyes couldn’t help fall back and linger on his abs as he looked away before she met his eyes before she got caught doing so.

“just, let me get dressed and then we’ll talk.” scott thought out as y/n had to hold herself back from making a stupid comment as she nodded, about to speak up when scott did instead.

“meet me at the swings. but it might smell like sick.” scott rolled out slyly, a little playful hint to his words as y/n rolled her eyes.

“ha.ha.” y/n said sarcastically as scott couldn’t the grin grow on his lips as y/n turned on her heel.

“—i’ll be there in five!” he called after her.

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y/n went right over to the swings as little faded memories popped back into her brain regarding these swings and her last encounter on them as her brows furrowed up in confusion as her mind lingered on the thoughts as scott came down the courtyard. y/n’s eyes drawing onto him wearing a cable knit sweater like usual, this one being a dark shade of red almost matching with her top, as she kept her gaze on him as couldn’t help but smile.

“he was being an asshole like usual.” scott swiftly let out as took his seat next to her on the swing, pushing himself of it a bit as y/n’s eyes followed him as she leaned against the chain — the sun shining down on the courtyard, a vast difference from the night before.

“—mm i think i need a bit more then that.” y/n said softly as scott couldn’t help the smirk grow on his lips at her words.

“well what do you remember?” he replied back cockily, making a shiver of anxiety coarse through her as a little uncomfortable feeling dawned over her as she shrugged her shoulders, “a whole lot of drinking, then i remember you and me sat here but not much off what i said, must’ve been something stupid.”

scott raised an eyebrow at her words as he bit the bullet in telling her the truth, swallowing before he spoke up.

“your love for logan isn’t stupid. like mine for jean’s isn’t.” he whispered honestly, y/n feeling his words sink in harshly as she found all the urges to speak get swept away from her as she roughly swallowed. the tension growing within the air as y/n felt her heart beat twenty times faster and feel like it was breaking.

“you can’t help who you love.” he added out, y/n feeling his gaze as she eventually turned her eyes to him only to look right back away.

she couldn’t bring herself to glance one more time his way as she looked over at the mansion as she felt the weight of conversation dawn on her heavily as the uncomforbaility grew in her at just the thought of scott knowing how much she did like love logan. y/n’s eyes dropping down to the floor as she finally spoke up after a couple twenty or thirty seconds of silence, “i want too though, it’s not like i wanna love him.” y/n lowly whispered out before she took a pause, feeling the weight bare on her again as she tried to speak about something else to avoid saying anything more heart wrenching and slightly embarrassing which made herself feel worse,”—and i’m sorry you had to hear whatever i rambled out last night.” scott’s eyes lingering on her with her words before he tore his eyes away towards the mansion.

he could practically feel her heart ache as if it was burning into him and he couldnt help the sad smile spread on his lips as he knew how much it hurt first hand, so he wanted to make her feel better. “no—it was sort of enjoyable.” scott said lowly, making y/n’s eyebrows raise in interest as she finally met his gaze. his words being different from the sad ones he spoke before as their eyes locked on each other.

“sorry does me being a crying drunk mess entertain you?” y/n said lowly, her voice rooted in low sarcasm as scott chuckled.

“no it’s just you’re a lot sweeter when you’re shitfaced.” scott brung himself to say as y/n’s eyebrow twitched up, giving him a little look as she felt her heart skip a beat — her eyebrows raising at his statement as his words made her forget for a moment the manner of this conversation.

“hey i can be sweet sober.” y/n scoffed out, her words causing scott to raise an eyebrow in a playful manner.

“yeah, what? to logan?” his low words made her roll her eyes as scott chuckled as y/n leaned over her swing and nudged his shoulder harshly before she moved her swing back — the playful energy that had grew between them making her feel comfortable.

“shut up.” y/n scoffed out as scott laughed a little harder nudging her back before y/n couldn’t help a little laugh too as she met his gaze.

“so you and jean this morning?” y/n couldn’t help ask which made scott let out a low sigh as y/n pushed on it a little more with a smile at his reaction, ”—not so done after what i saw..?” she trailed out, giving him a look.

scott grimaced a little at the memory / reminder of it as he swallowed, his voice low with anger enlaced within it as he spoke a bit coldly. “oh no, we’re done. engagement rings back.”

y/n’s mouth fell agap as she met scott’s gaze, her heart twitching and almost stinging for the man as she raised an eyebrow — shock being the only feeling she was experiencing right now. “you were engaged?” she managed out, scott nodding as y/n clicked the tongue to the root of her mouth. there was never a ring she could of spotted on either of the, but that knowledge made the situation ten times worse in her brain, her mind toggling on jean’s face from this morning as all she currently wanted to do was go punch the bitch. as if she hadn’t wanted to do that for the past two years anyway, this just made the urge slightly uncontainable.

“god she’s a bitch.”

scott lowly laughed as she nodded, “yeah you said that last night.”

her face went a little shade of red at his words, “they say drunk words are sober thoughts.” he added out and y/n couldn’t help the smile growing on her lips as she nodded, shrugging her shoulders.

“i definitely wasn’t wrong.” she said lowly as scott held back a little wince as he swung back on his swing a little, eyes moving back over to the view in front of the pair as y/n spoke up again, “she did look fuming today.”

scott rolling his eyes at the fact, “probably because she was wanting to be with logan —“ he said before he paused realising the weight of his words for y/n, “no offence.”

y/n let out a little laugh at scott’s words trying to ignore the burning sensation in her throat and the hurt that traveled down her chest right to her heart and through her core as she shrugged her shoulders. “yeah i’ll get over it.”

scott couldn’t help the sadness the etched on his face as moved a little, letting out small wince that grabbed y/n’s attention as she looked at him. her eyes falling to where the cut was on his side as his hand rested over it as he leaned up, y/n speaking up, “it hurts still?”

“horribly.” scott muttered out as he tried to sit comfortably, y/n swallowing before she leaned her swing to his — placing her hand over his chest which caused him to jump a little as she placed her hand over where his just laid. “—woah— what are you doing?” he ushered out quickly with her action as she placed her hand exactly over where the cut was.

“just shush.” she rolled out as her hand hovered over the claw marks logan had left as she closed her eyes — ignoring his question as he studied her expression, swallowing as he held back a wince at how her hand was on his side.

her not saying anything more as scott kept himself shut, his mouth falling open as he felt her hand move against his cut and he noticed the way the veins in her arm riveted against her skin as he swallowed as he figured what she was doing. seeing the purple gleam that highlighted through her skin as he felt the pain slowly subside until it completely faded, his stomach flipping and his heartbeat rising as his chest did as he took in a big exhale as he realised exactly what she had just done.

her eyes opening as she leaned over to him, slowly pulling up his shirt to check on the cut as he let her do so as he felt his breath hitch as her hand lingered on the top of his smooth and now cut and bruise free skin as she then went to lean back onto her swing, meeting his eyes as she gave him a little smile.

“there.” y/n said lowly, her words falling out softer then intended as scott smiled at her - their eyes locking onto each others as she brung her hand away but scott stopped it from doing so. his hand grabbing her wrist softly as y/n felt frozen at his touch as he kept his eyes trained on her. the contact they were having making her feel the feelings of butterflies in her stomach as she swallowed . “better?” y/n spoke into the air, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah, yeah— really better.” scott swallowed out as he brung himself to speak, his gaze not leaving her own as he kept his smile tightly on his lips. “thank you.” he managed out, y/n’s heart flipping as he dropped her wrist which made her lean back into her swing, her eyes dawning back onto the mansion as her swing swung a little.

“its cool.”

her words were weighted as scott looked down to his chest as he overviewed where the cut once was which was completely clear, “i forgot you could do that.”

her eyes fell back over to scott at his words as she swallowed, “yeah i hardly do it.”

her watching as scott pulled down his shirt, fidgeting in the swing as he couldn’t help curiosity strike in him as he turned to her direction, “does it hurt for you when you do it?”

she didn’t expect him to ask that question as she shrugged her shoulders, “well i heal right away.” y/n spoke up as she nudged her shirt up a little to check, scott’s eyes dawning on the cut that was fading into her skin which was just the one he had. his eyebrow raising at the image in his head as she brung her shirt right back down.

“either way it’s bearable.” her added words made scott shift in his seat as he held back what he really wanted to say instead swallowing those words right back down as he decided on teasing her.

“you took my pain from me — are you starting to like me finally?” he questioned out, raising an eyebrow at her playfully, “i thought the day would never come” his words making her roll her eyes as she held back the urge to push him off the swing or blush heavily.

“i can give it right back to you.” y/n defended lowly, making him hold his hands up in defence.

“hey, no. i’m good—“

“but i do have to say something which might make you wanna kill me.” he added out which made y/n’s eyebrows raise as she crossed her arms, her eyes on him as she swung her swing around so it was facing him. her body moving along with it as she leaned against the bar. him taking this as her immediate question to why as he spoke up before she got the chance.

“i’m pretty sure logan knows.”

with his words y/n’s eyebrows instantly furrow as she swallowed the pit growing in her stomach as she bit on her tongue to stop herself from freaking out.

“has that got anything to do with the cut?” she asked out, scott nodding before he butted it to try and explain it — “look he might not know completely, i just said that he should be careful about how you feel after i said a few things about him fu— with jean.” scott ushered out quickly pausing a little over jean as y/n tried to hold back the growing anger in her body at the reminder of jean which made her feel a little guilt about how she handled the situation she saw in last night and how she must’ve said it to scott or something as if logan with his fiancé- or should she say ex fiancé- would mean nothing to him. y/n didn’t even wanna remember it due to the mental picture she was gathering as she swallowed, the twos heartache being prominent within their conversation now.

“it was a heat of the moment thing, i did just lazer him.”

with those words y/n couldn’t help a laugh fall her lips in disbelief at how controlled that must’ve been for him to do as she smiled at him, actually finding herself quite glad off that fact, “you lazered him?”

“yes and he was whining like a baby.” scott rolled out emphasising the whining as y/n’s smile grew.

“what the hell was i doing when that was happening?” she couldn’t help ask as scott couldn’t help a laugh as he kept his eyes on her, “oh you were snoring by then.”

“i do not snore.” she quickly bit lowly in reply, scott sensing her stubbornness over the topic immediately as he pushed on it.

“do you need me to let you read my mind to prove you do?”

“i do not s—“ y/n lowly spoke but before she could finish her words the presence of bobby in front of her cut her words short as her face went a bright shade of red at her friend in front of her who she hadn’t even noticed walking over to them — a smirk present on his face at the little idea he formed in his head from just seeing the two here alone.

“hey scott— professors asking for you.” bobby said calmly with his hands in his pocket, his eyes moving between the two of them aa scott turned his attention to bobby silently cursing in his head for him coming over here.

he sighed as he looked back over to y/n, “duty calls.”

“update me on if you need that.” scott teased out slyly as he stood up from the swings before giving bobby a nod as he passed him, bobbys eyes dawning on y/n as his eyebrows instantly raised once he looked back to check if scott was out of ear shot, the second he noticed he wasn’t instantly turning on y/n.

a little smirk on him slaps as she crossed his arms, looking at her.

“please tell me y/n, what do you need?” bobby rolled out playfully in a very obvious tease as y/n rolled her eyes as she stood up.

“god please go annoy rogue or kitty and not me.” she cursed out which made bobby scoff as he went to her side as she was walking, giving her a nudge.

“so you and scott?” he rolled out as y/n nudged him back which nearly sent him over as she scoffed in reply to his words.

“just bonding over heartache thank you very much.” she added out softly, bobby regaining his balance as he kept his position alongside her. eyes cascading over y/n as he shook his head.

“—mm, sure.” bobby teases out as his eyes glanced over the mansion as they got closer to it, his eyes swearing they could make out a logan looking from one of the windows. ams the second body noticed that the figure disappeared, him shaking the idea out his mind as he went back to focusing, teasing, y/n.

bobby finally dropped the scott thing after a long and slightly annoying repeat tease about it as they walked about the mansion just looking for something to ease their boredom on this very lonely sunday which wasn’t so lonely until bobby has snapped scott away with orders from her dad which left her with him, yet not for long as the second he saw rogue he left y/n, scurrying away after rogue like a lost puppy.

the second bobby left y/n knew she wanted (and needed) to find logan somewhere with the new knowledge she had to just ask him why the hell he hurt scott for.. maybe it was bias but she did wanna know and have an excuse to try and get the fact he knew she liked him out of him in a way that didn’t make her have to say it. her mind practically squirming with thoughts of what he would do as she nonchalantly looked around the mansion. her mind thinking on what the best thing to say would be. maybe a little ‘maybe don’t fuck engaged people.’ or a little scream of ‘why the fuck did you hurt scott for?’ or maybe a desperate ‘please don’t hate me now you know i love you.’

y/n rolled her eyes at the comments she was making in her brain as she eventually gave up her search, slumping down on one of the lounge chairs in the living room as she pondered. her mind linking her thoughts back to logan with every aching possibility she got. she hated it, hated how much she was desperate to think off him. it made her feel so weak, weak to his every move as she overanalysed the conversation they shared in the morning.

thankfully, to stop her from going mad, hank came over to her with a bright smile on his face like usual as he slumped down onto the sofa.

“hey y/n.” he commented softly as he leant back onto the sofa, y/n’s eyes falling onto him as she gave hank a soft smile in reply as he fixed his glasses — his gaze on the ceiling as he swallowed.

“hi,” y/n said softly as she analysed hanks furrowed brows and the clear look off pure angst from his face as she held back a little laugh or chuckle as she commented, “the shots get to you too?”

with her words hank brung his eyes on her as he let out a shaky breath, “most definitely.”

y/n couldn’t help a smile at his words as she gazed around the room before looking back to hank, “hey have you seen logan around?” she couldn’t help but ask.

seeing the way hank thought for a second before he quickly nodded, y/n noticing the change in his demeanour just at the question.

“yeah, um. going into jean’s room.” he swallowed the strength to say out, his voice slightly thick.

with hanks words y/n instantly felt a lump in her throat form as she felt her heart drop, nodding softly at what he said as she bit back any sign of emotion being displayed on her face even though hank could read her like an open book.

the aching feeling in her heart was something she hid to her best ability and tried to ignore as much as she could as she rolled out her next words quickly, trying to sound as if she didn’t care at all, “cool.” her words fell out so blatantly obvious that it was insanely obvious to hank she cared entirely.

—

but, thankfully hank didn’t ask you any questions or even dwell on what you asked for the rest of your brief conversation that lasted a good five or so minutes before you excused yourself to go up to your room and cry yet you told simply told him ‘the gyms calling me.’ which had been the biggest lie you had said to him in a long time and he definitely didn’t believe you.

but once you got in your room it felt like it made matters worse, the faint jeff buckley vinyl you had playing in the background making your yearning feelings even stronger as you thought off all the things that could be going on right now between the two of them. you hated it, you couldn’t deal with it anymore. two weeks ago you had decided to give up on it, as if you actually did, but you tried. and now that scott knew and you had someone to talk to about it it seemed all the way worse.

your yearning not being cut off for the entire rest off the night and it didn’t help that it was like logan had gone into hiding. another search of the mansion and he wasn’t anywhere and you were certainly not asking jean so you had to wallow in your thoughts off him as you went back to your room. repeating the same cycle of looking before bed, which only made you certain he had to still be in jean’s room. still. great.

and within the next day you still hadn’t seen him once, scott had said he was acting odd and not to push on it just yet but you could hardly contain your emotions anymore. him being gone making all off it worse because it was at his will, not yours. you didn’t even see him once.

and by wednesday that was when you knew you had to capture him somewhere alone. having seen him a good four or five times around the mansion now where he blatantly ignored or blanked you and that just made everything worse and scott’s nice words of comfort weren’t helping you one bit. it felt like it was making it all worse, seeing how fucked you were over him being so cold to you. it made you feel sick, you weren’t pushing him away he was pushing you away and you didn’t even know why. you craved his words, even if they were horrible you just wanted to hear him directly talk to you and you’re like this after only four days without talking.

the glances to each other in the hallway killed you mostly, every time it like he was tearing your heart up because he looked back every single time yet kept his mouth shut and immediately glanced away once he had shared his beauty to you. it was like a game now, trying to dissect the emotions in his eyes. but you never could. all you gathered was a look you narrowed down to feeling lost, or even confused. you didn’t get it. at all.

your yearning was at the highest volume especially after seeing him leave jean’s room this morning. that practically destroyed you and you didn’t know why he had such high control of you, you needed to get over it but you couldn’t. you just couldn’t. it was hurting to even breath, every breath feeling weighted as you laid on rogues bed after just having an entire bitch about it. her now knowingness of the situation making you feel better but her comfort hardly was there as all she was going on about was what costume to wear to the halloween party.

that making you feel a number of feelings, mostly annoyance as you swallowed roughly as she hung up a costume on her door.

“i wanna be riding hood. the red cloaks good for that.” rogue said softly, y/n sitting up at her words as her eyes dawned over to the costume hanging on the door. two days to go and rogue was still trying to find an outfit and a matching one for her best friend.

“what could you be?” rogue questioned out, almost to herself, as she looked over her costume then back to y/n.

“a pig.” y/n scoffed out as rogue rolled her eyes at her comment as she walked back and took in her own costume trying to match something to it. y/n watching as rogues brain tried to fall on something and it was almost like magic when it did. her eyes lightening up as she ran right over to her closet and started searching through it.

“what?” y/n asked out as rogue buried her head into it, throwing out a few things that made y/n’s eyebrows raise in confusion.

“you are going to be matching with me so good that we would win if there was a competition.”

with rogues words y/n’s eyes dawned on the thing rogue was holding in her hand as she shut the wardrobe behind her as she leaned against it.

“cat ears?” y/n muttered out confusedly as her eyebrows furrowed up in confusion as rogue scoffed.

“it’s red riding hood!” rogue retorted as y/n linked two with two, her eyes widening as she immediately shook her head.

“no! wolf? wolf! you’re joking,” she scoffed out quickly watching as rogue kept a straight face which only made her go on more,”—have you not listened to anything your best friends just been screaming about for the past thirty minutes!?”

the room fell silent as rogue pouted, holding out the ears for y/n to take.

“y/n! please, nobody will care. it’s not even about him!”

her words only annoyed y/n more as she went to talk but rogue instantly shushed, placing her finger to her lips as y/n edged back.

“cmon! you’re my best friend and i need you on this. it’s going to be hot! think of that.” rogue dragged out with a sly smile as she kept the cat, wolf, ears for y/n out to grab still waving them about impatiently.

“i know you’re going to say yes.” she rolled out as she took in the way y/n was looking at her. y/n swallowing her pride before she snapped the ears out her grip.

“fuck you.” y/n let slip as rogue cheekily smiled in return, “you wish.”

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after that entire ordeal y/n slipped out of rogue’s company to join in with training, walking down the halls and towards the elevator being enough alone time for her as the second she was left alone with her thoughts she was right back on overthinking every single thing about logan and herself. her mind tracking back to what scott had recalled to her and how he mustn’t have been saying the entire truth to her because why else was logan being like this for? so distant, it just made y/n wanna dissect every inch of logan or scott’s mind and get to the bottom of it. that’d be easier then all this pondering.

and in training it showed how y/n was off it, her slacking in every way possible which immediately let scott know how much she was affected by the logan situation today. as they both got ‘killed’ from the training exercise they were doing which made the two of them sit over by the sidelines whilst they’d have to watch the others. y/n mind currently lingering on the one word logan had said to her in the past span of the past four days. a blunt, ‘move’ which he said right before the hologram off a training robot was about to kill her and the second she moved and he had ‘sorted” it out he walked off like she was never anything to him and he didn’t look back once or say another word.

it hurt her too the bone and the list of questions she had was never ending now, the aching feeling worsening per second in the same room as him as her eyes wondered on him as she watched as he trained.

scott looking at how deep in thought she was making his own heart hurt as he felt the guilt rise in his, for not addressing logan and how she must’ve been feeling. the tension coating through y/n at a high point as scott got the courage to speak and break the looming silence.

“finally that’s over.” scott scoffed out lowly which brung y/n out the staring contest she was having with the floor as she sighed at scott’s words, giving him a nod in return as she slouched back a little. scott noticing her somewhat closeness as he placed his arm around her, trying to be a comfort, as she leaned against his touch almost instantly. her head falling down to rest on his shoulder as she felt the weights of her emotions falter a bit at scott’s comforting touch.

something she’d almost started to get used to within the past couple days since those swings had become a meeting place for them late at night, if they wanted to rant.. or couldn’t sleep, they’d go there and talk. last night it was for a good hour or two, maybe three.

“i just wanna go to sleep.” y/n brung herself to speak up, her voice hoarse as scott sighed with her words. his touch tightening on her yet his grip was still as soft as ever as he placed his chin against her forehead.

“rough day?” scott asked quietly, his voice slipping out lowly into her ear as y/n nodded against his touch.

“rogues making me be a wolf for the party.” she cursed out.

“god.” scott chuckled out, finding that stupid and horrible at the same time as he moved his hand up and down y/n’s shoulder as his eyes lingered on the training scene that was soon to being over. scott catching logan’s cold gaze for a moment before logan looked away with a stern look on his face like usual.

scott ignoring it as he spoke up, “you should’ve done the group costume with me. padme suits you.”

“i wish i did but i can’t now bobby’s not going and rogues relying on me. it’s stupid.” y/n shuddered out, her voice low as she felt annoyed at the thought.

“i know.” scott replied, shifting his body slightly closer to her owns. “swings again tonight?”

he asked softly, y/n nodding against him as she was about to speak up when the hologram switched off. her eyes adjusting to the blue large room that dawned on her as scott leaned back, keeping his hand around her as she slipped back into his grip as she leant up — her eyes watching logan’s from across the room, as that feeling arised in her chest.

“i say go trap him.” scott spoke up which made her jump out little staring contest she was having with him as she moved her gaze onto scott, shaking her head plainly.

“i don’t even know if i wanna speak to him after how cold he’s been, he’s a hairy prick.” y/n cursed out under her breath as scott laughed.

“that’s bull and you know it.” scott spoke, knowing y/n all too well as he nudged her. “go.”

“it’s not like i even want him anymore. i just wanna scream at him for hurting you and being such a cunt.” y/n half lied out, her voice harsher at the thought of getting to speak to him, as she held back what else she wanted to say and stuck with that idea to keep her sanity as strong as it could be. scott not commenting on what she said despite how badly he knew it to not be the truth as he gave her a little smile, the low laugh escaping his lips making her take a deep breath in.

“go do it. i’ll deal with the others so you two are alone.” scott rolled out as he tapped her shoulder to get her up which made a chill rush through her body as she swallowed her pride as she brung her eyes onto scott’s.

the smile on his lips convincing her to do it enough as she let the words escape her lips, “fine.”

with her words scott smiled as he let his hand around y/n’s shoulder drop, “go!” he ushered out as y/n rolled her eyes as she stood up and started to walk over to where logan was.

“thank me later.” scott called out to her before he got up himself , walking over to storm and hank who were in conversation with jean who were walking out the room. the perfect scenario.

scott’s eyes peaking back as he was about to leave the room with the others as he saw logan searching through his jacket , scott taking in y/n walking over strongly.

scott meeting y/n’s gaze as she looked back to him giving her a nod before he disappeared out the door with the others. which left y/n and logan in complete silence in the room as y/n watched as logan grabbed a cigar out his coat pocket after putting it on, her swallowing as she noted how he definitely didn’t notice she was still in here.

that fact just making her brain a little fuzzy as she pulled the courage to put her tough demeanour on, swallowing the heartache as she leaned against the wall next to him. logan’s eyes tearing onto hers at the movement he heard as he took in her appearance which haulted him lighting cigar and immediately haunted him. his eyes cascading over her body as he roughly swallowed before his gaze met her harsh, narrowed, eyes.

“you’ve been ignoring me.” y/n spoke out which completely captured his attention as her eyes didn’t leave his for a moment. the eye contact she was getting from him making her weak in every way but she kept herself strong, her eyes narrowed onto him as she watched as he raised an eyebrow at her words as he lit his cigar, taking a hit before he scoffed as the smoke left his lips, filling the room.

“no i haven’t.” he gruffly let out as he brung his gaze away from her as he started to walk off, past her. y/n scoffing as she went after him, taking a step in front of him to stop him going any further as his throat tightened at her action. his eyes falling back down to her own.

“im pretty sure you have.” y/n replied back stubbornly as he raised an eyebrow at her words, scoffing once again. the tension in the room completely shifted even to a heaviness that she hadn’t experienced before with him.

“mm—well you’ve been pretty busy with scott i didn’t think you’d notice too much.” logan rolled out harshly, his voice low and hoarse which sent a chill through y/n’s body as the weight off his words sunk in. her eyes widening as she instantly shook her head, tutting as she took in what the petty bastard just said as she swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat back down.

“and what the hell is that supposed to mean?” y/n quickly replied, her anger only rising at what he had said as she couldn’t believe what he had just told her. the words from him being slightly shocking as she took in the look that crossed his face as he shrugged his shoulders.

“you tell me sweetheart.” he growled out before he pushed past her, y/n’s mouth falling agap at his words as she sighed heavily. his words ringing in her head as she gulped. teleporting so she was in front of him which stopped him right as he was about to leave the door which made him jump a little. cigar smoke leaving his lips and going right into her face as he coughed out of surprise off her being there, being caught off guard by her action as she stayed frozen in place in front of himas she stepped forward thinking that would result in him stepping back. but it didn’t.

her holding back the urge to quiver back due to the closeness as she worked up the courage to speak, her eyes locked onto his as she lowly spoke up, “you hurt him.”

“who wouldn’t?” logan replied back gruffly, his jaw clenched as he almost laughed at the patheticness of what she had stated, the way she was trying to defend him making him feel a number of ways about the situation.

his words only angered y/n heavily as she kept her eyes narrowed onto his, questions running through her mind as she tried to keep her composure up as if the distance wasn’t killing hers inside. her breath hitching as his words caused her anger to rise as she took in just how rude he was being, this making her emotions grow inside of her breath brushed against his neck as she looked up at him. her heart stinging and she swore her eyes were too as she roughly swallowed, feeling her heartbeat in her ears as she bit down her pride and quickly spoke.

“did i do something?” she managed to say — her voice almost breaking at just that hint of hurt in her voice tore logan’s eyes away from her as those words fell into the air as she didn’t tare her eyes away from him once. seeing the way his face changed as she could hear his heartbeat crazily pumping and if she really thought close with her powers she could read his every though right now and that’d help her understand what he was feeling but she couldn’t do that to him ever. herself being mesmerised by the way his eyes looked as if they were watering as she added out, “you haven’t spoke to me in four days logan.”

her words met the air harshly as logan swallowed roughly as he took a rough inhale of his cigar in retaliation to what she had just said, looking to y/n coldly as he bit down all the emotion he was suppressing as he exhaled after. the silence deafening as she waited for anything, any answer. his face not giving anything away.

her searched his own as the silence grew before he eventually spoke up, which made everything worse.

“yeah and for good reason.” he replied lowly, y/n’s eyebrows twitching as she kept her gaze on his holding back a yell and the urge to punch him.

his harshness was enough to ruin her completely as she bit down on the inside of her cheek as she spoke up lowly, “and what is that?” y/n’s question failing to bring any peace to the two of them as logan grew angrier as he bit the bullet and quickly spoke up.

“ask scott since you care about him so much suddenly.” logan cursed out under his breath as he leaned over her and opened the door up, going to push past her.

“you’re fucking joking right?” she quickly said — the weight off his words hitting he as she placed her hand against his chest to stop him from moving anymore which just made his anger stronger as she roughly shoved him back. not meaning to that but it happened, his eyebrows raising at her action.

“watch it..” he said harshly, his voice gruff as he put out his half finished cigar against his skin, holding back any sign of hurt as he placed the rest off it back into his pocket. y/n studying every inch of his face with anger the only emotion showcased on hers as his eyes felt like they were taunting her.

her words coming out so quickly due to her growing annoyance, anger and hurt over the situation she couldn’t help herself, “maybe you should watch it since you can’t stop sleeping with someone that was engaged a good four days ago.”

the words that escaped her lips pushed logan to an extreme as his anger bursted as he felt all that pent up emotion he’d been hiding scream and claw its way out as he roughly grabbed her, pushing her against the wall harshly with a loud thud as his hand roughly wrapped round her throat.

“she was engaged to a cunt.” logan growled out, y/n seeing how seething he was as her breath hitched at their closeness. his grip only tightening on her neck as she held back any whimpers threatening to escape her lips as she kept her eyes locked onto his own, feeling his body pressed against her own as the heat rose between them.

“you do know if she cheated on him she’d cheat on you happily.” y/n harshly muttered out, her breath slightly hitched due to how harshly he was holding her against the wall. her words only pissing him off more as he stared her down, his fingers digging into her skin.

“you’ve just been aching to say something like that haven’t you? you hate her.” logan said rudely, his grip on y/n’s throat still heavy so much that it would defintely bruise. the closeness sending her body into a mixed frenzy as she grew angrier at everything he said. the tension in the air suffocating her. “you always have.” he spit out rudely.

“and whys that?” logan trailed out before giving y/n a chance to respond, his voice teasing as if he knew the answer already. his tone making her feelings worse as she couldn’t move her eyes away from him as she was close to practically gasping for air already due to how harshly he had her.

y/n roughly swallowed, logan’s hands tightly gripping her throat making all her feelings worse as she found the words, “i’m pretty sure scott’s told you something that could be a factor.” she cursed out sarcastically. his eyes darkening as she studied every inch of his expression.

he narrowed his eyes at her words his anger radiating off him as he kept his grip on her, biting down on his lip at her words as his eyes didn’t leave hers for a second. y/n reading all sort of emotions within them as the tension swallowed her whole. feelings she’d never felt before cowering through her as she couldn’t move an inch, practically frozen.

“that prick told me a whole lot of nothing.” logan harshly let out as y/n raised an eyebrow at his words, his hand on her throat slipping a little as his anger seethed as he spoke again no matter how much he didn’t want too say it.

“apparently you could’ve been hurt.” he spit out like it was venom, y/n’s eyes leaving his for a second at his words as she swallowed roughly. her action annoying logan senseless as her moved his hand roughly to her jaw, turning her face to look back up at him. her breath hitching at his action.

“so you were?” he casted out, his gaze not leaving hers for a second as his harsh eyes took all of her in.

“by what?—you and jean?” y/n mustered out harshly, his grip falling right back to her throat at the stupidness of her words as his grip was ten times tighter then it was before. y/n having never seen this harshness from him before, and to say she didn’t like it would be a lie.

“jesus don’t play dumb with me kid.” he shook out harshly, his words another level of harsh as heat flooded her body as he pushed himself closer to her as she was roughly held against the wall.

“what if i was?” y/n scoffed out seeing the flash off weakness in logan’s eyes before he swallowed, a scoff escaping his lips as the tightness around her neck loosened as she caught her breath.

it was like there was something working in brain as the words sunk in, y/n watching as he swallowed once again. moving his gaze away before roughly shaking his head, his hand slipping off her throat but the closeness was still there as he looked back to her. almost fighting with himself and y/n could read that all over his face.

“you’d be stupid because i love jean.” he grunted out coldly as his words hit her harshly as she tried to fight that feeling rising in her as she brung herself to nod, swallowing those words she so wanted to scream in his face right now.

“i know.” y/n spoke out lowly, not bringing herself to deny his words or even state anything about them regarding her as she felt the feelings of hurt take over her, her observing a hint of hurt in logan’s eyes as she felt the hole in her grow twenty million times bigger as she watched him take a step back— y/n biting down the emotions threatening to show as she looked at him. the tightness feeling still around her neck despite his touch no longer being present, something right now she was craving.

the air was thick with tension as y/n swallowed, not being able to look away from him, as she could see the look on his face. one of practical knowing, he could read through her half assed words.

“so why the hell did you ignore me for?” y/n roughly asked him as she changed the topic slightly, gaining control of her hitched voice again which was hoarse due to how logan had just been holding her throat. her voice enlaced with anger as she stared down at logan, him tearing his gaze away before shaking his head as he tried to form the words as he met her gaze again.

“you just—don’t—look i didn’t want to hurt you kid.” logan ushered out, y/n getting an idea of exactly what he meant by those words as she swallowed roughly as she fought to keep her gaze on him. the weight in the air horrible as the tension had switched to this sense of nervousness and awkwardness between them.

“you ignoring me hurt me.” y/n said harshly as logan swallowed as he teared his eyes away from y/n as he stepped back.

“i didn’t mean too.” he rolled out, fighting with the urge to do many things he just couldn’t as he looked over her. shaking the thoughts out his brain as he took in the look of hurt on her face, she wasn’t hiding well.

“sure.” y/n almost whispered out , the room falling silent as logan scoffed roughly at her words before shaking his head in retaliation as he then pressed the button to open the door, almost in a hissy fit as y/n’s eyebrows raised at his action.. “logan—“ she called out as he immediately left at her words as she went right after him without another thought.

“logan! wa-“ she called out, cutting off her own words and stopping in her tracks once she saw him standing in the hallway frozen. her gaze stuck on him until she observed where he was looking and followed his eyes until she landed on scott at the end of the hall, immediately swallowing roughly as logan’s eyes were locked onto his. the harshness present in his gaze and scott’s too as logan brung his dark gaze onto her.

y/n’s mind doing a huge spin as logan’s face held a cruel expression on it as he saw who was waiting for her, it being like another switch had flipped within him as y/n observed his jaw clenching and him biting down on his cheek as their eyes were on each other.

“think your boyfriends waiting for you bub.” logan muffled out rudely, his voice hoarse as he moved his gaze back onto scott giving him ome last glare before turning on his heel without another word and dissappearing down the hall. y/n scoffing at his words as she swallowed, debating going after him but her thoughts were stopped when she realised scott walking over to her.

“that didn’t go so well then?” scott commented softly, his eyes meeting her own as she shook her head straight away. the smile that was on his face dropping as he let out a harsh breath.

“not one bit.” y/n whispered out as scott gave her a sad smile, wrapping his arm round her side as the two started to walk down to the elevator.

y/n completely unbeknownst to the fact that logan watched as the two walked away, scott’s hand around her waist a burning picture in logan’s mind for the rest of the day as the anger inside him grew. his heart longing for something he couldn’t even mutter to his own brain out of fear for his strong the feeling was.

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halloween had come and you wished it hadn’t. your usual favourite season been replaced with all this shit stirring inside you to the point when it come round you didn’t even know if you could even be bothered to go to the party but you knew you had no choice which is why once you started to get ready you and rogue pregamed secretly, her having got bobby to bring some alcohol for you two as a constellation prize for him not being able to come which he did of course.. he did practically everything she asked and seeing them so in love made you sick half the time no matter how happy you were for rogue it did just remind you of your own lack of love.

tonight the liquor burnt your throat harshly to another extreme and the second you started you wished you never but there was no going back — your feelings being swept under the rug as you and rogue finished your drinks as the two of you got ready. her doing your makeup as you hummed to the music playing on her speakers which drowned out the growing noise of the party downstairs as your mind swirled over logan and scott, who had ended up asking you to go with him to this party which you of course said yes too, whilst rogue tried her best to take your mind off it.

not that it was working the slightest bit. rogue knew about the argument — she had heard the story a good six or seven times since it happened two days ago and she couldn’t even comprehend it let alone you. ‘team scott’ was what she had been saying for the first remainder of the night whenever you spoke about it which now just made you shut up about it because you couldn’t think straight when scott’s name was in the mix.

the anguish and hurt that had been displayed on your face for the past two days disappearing by the more you drunk. feeling more carefree by the moment as you and rogue eventually made your way down to the party.

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the party so far was a drunken mess from everyone around y/n as she locked eyes with logan for what felt like the 30th time in the past hour or so from the other side of the crowded living room. y/n roughly swallowing once their eyes met with his captivating gaze never dropping or leaving her own for a second and it had felt like that for the entire night despite his hand that was plainly wrapped around jean’s waist as they talked with wade and vanessa. y/n’s nose scrunching up as she observed that once again before she turned away burying her lips within another glass as she took a generous sip of the drink scott had got her.

rogue being in conversation with pyro who was playing with the hem of her shirt, y/n close to butting in just to make sure rogue was good because she knew how quickly she got drunk but she cut off with scott’s voice as he leaned over to her. his hand wrapping around her shoulder as he pulled her closer to her, the drunkness evident within him as every single time y/n saw him drink he seemed to get 10x more clingy.

“shall—we, shots?” scott rolled out as y/n met his gaze, a smile joining her lips at his drunk mess as she couldn’t help chuckle as he pulled her even closer to him to the point she was practically edging to be sat on him.

“we’re both far gone already.” y/n stammered out as scott couldn’t help a cheeky grin join on his lips as his hand stayed around her waist, his eyes focused up on her and his eyes were so heavily resembling a cute puppy dog through his visor she couldn’t stop the little blush coating her cheeks. her feelings amplified by the alcohol.

“cmon i’ve never seen you back down.” scott teased out, his voice a low and slurred whisper as y/n took in his words, them making her feel a number of things as she couldn’t stop herself from leaning over him as she grabbed two shots from the tray on the coffee table.

“it’s your fault if i start dancing in a minute.”

“oh, like dirty dancing?” scott referenced as he quipped his eyebrow up, y/n laughing at his words as she felt his eyes burning into her as she took the shot. y/n placing her shot back down on the table once she swallowed it as she looked back to scott, seeing how he hadn’t torn his eyes away from her, the shot still full in his hand as his eyes were focused on y/n as she smiled down at him, his hand keeping her close to him as she felt something inside her growing.

“mm definitely.” y/n chimed out as scott couldn’t hide the smirk that grew on his lips at the thought.

“good.” he said deeply as he took the shot right after speaking. y/n finding her mind a mess with his words as she moved her eyes back to the corner where logan was seeing him standing there, eyes narrowed on her but before the eye contact couldnt go prolonged for any moment longer as hank slid into the empty space in the sofa next to them between rogue and pyro who were clearly shitfaced already which captured y/n’s attention.

“where is my sanity?” hank rolled out as he sighed as he sunk into the sofa, y/n looking his costume up and down as she raised an eyebrow over it. scott leaning over y/n to see what he was, a smile on his lips as he saw it.

“frankestine you lost that many years ago.” y/n rolled out as hank gave her a look, scott laughing as it was the funniest thing she had said in the world as she could feel herself get daggers from across the crowded room. her swallowing as hank dug his own little grave into the sofa as she grabbed another shot as scott leaned back into the sofa, y/n unsubconciously leaning against his touch after putting the now empty shot glass on the table after downing it like it was water.

“yeah and what the hell are you?” hank casted out right before wade butted in.

“she’s wolverine if he was sexier and underage.” wade said lowly, giving y/n a little head bop with his hand as he made hank move over, wade sliding in next to y/n as scott scoffed at what he said as wades eyes dawned on scott.

“god you two move on quick.” he tumbled out, y/n shoving him in his side at his words as he fake winced in pain. hank rolling his eyes as he looked to scott and y/n.

“no! but you do make a good couple.” hank said tipsily as y/n felt her face going red as scott glanced over at her overviewing that sight as he felt a certain feeling grow in him at the knowledge. that familiar ache within her getting harder to have to deal with now as she pushed it down with another shot, scott sighing as she did so as he shot wade and hank a look which his drunkness made more obvious.

“yeah—quit it guys.” scott said lowly despite how he really felt about it as y/n leaned back into his touch, the closeness limiting her thoughts as scott brung his eyes over to hank only to be cut off with logan’s gaze from across the room.

logan’s eyes permanently dented onto scott as he sensed the anger radiating off him from across the room, scott having to cancel out the vision of jean right next to him trying to grab logan’s attention as he swallowed roughly with this making his grip on y/n tighter as he moved his eyes to hank. a sly smile on his lips as he could sense his rage from across the room which only got worse, that feeling making him feel good as if he forgot about jean being over there.

“frankie with the glasses got a point.” wade said swiftly as he dug into his pockets as scott sighed as y/n sent him a soft smile to let him know it was fine as hank decided to drown his emotions into the bottom of his glass. halloween music blaring through the speakers that nearly everyone in the room was dancing too, wade humming to himself as he brung something out his pocket.

“cocaine anyone?” he brushed out off the tongue as if it was nothing, y/n’s eyes widening a little at her friends habit as she felt her heart skip a beat as she looked over to wade as rogue leaned over hank with a raised eyebrow to see what was going on, her clearly judging him as y/n couldn’t help ponder over it for a second. but before she could even voice her little curiosity that wade could tell just from how she was looking at him she had the sound of the one guy she had been hating for the past two days, more like week, and who had been avoiding her like she was striker spoke up.

“put that shit away wade there’s kids at this party.” logan’s voice harshly let out which knocked y/n’s heart down a view pegs as she looked up to meet his gaze. his cold eyes not looking to her once as she noticed how focused he was on wade as his jaw clenched.

“wow you were watching me like hawkeye!” wade rolled out, “or too busy gawking at y/n still?” he said which installed an instant tension between the joint group as y/n swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat at wades blatant stupidness.

logan didn’t even buy into the shit he was saying, eyes narrowed on wade as he took a step closer to him past the coffee table as if that was a threat wade would notice or care about, “there are kids at this party wade. put it away.” logan followed out roughly, anger growing within him as he glanced over to y/n. their eyes meeting as his eyes lingered on her as he took in the way scott was sitting so close to her as if she was his to protect.

wade tutted at logan’s words as he raised an eyebrow at what he said, “it’s sixteen up peanut and they’re all doing this in the bathroom anyway aren’t they y/n?” wade waved away at you, “go on,go check with your mind.” wade said cockily towards you as he paused for dramatic effect as logan’s gaze narrowed even more on wade as he spoke up again as he looked back to logan, “see they are! loosen up cowboy.”

logan tutting as his gaze met y/n’s own before he looked back to wade, swallowing harshly.

“wade.” he growled out roughly, logan not letting his eyes move off wade’s for a second as y/n could see the anger deeply rooted on his face. scott scoffing as he decided to get involved.

“wade just take it somewhere else.” scott managed out, y/n’s eyes moving to his as his words hit the air as wade snorted in reply, a low laugh leaving his lips as scott was staring at logan. the uncomfortably in the situation rising so much y/n didn’t realise pyro and rogue sneak off together.

“i don’t need your back up.” logan scoffed out harshly, crossing his arms as he kept his gaze on wade not even tearing his eyes to scott. y/n finding his maturity ,lack there off, stupid as scott held back a sigh at his words as he kept his arm around y/n, deciding that was all needed to piss logan off right now as he didn’t even want to make a comment back or even have the energy too.

“this rooms full of adults.” wade chimed out, logan’s anger growing.

“wade— just fucking—“ logan started out only to be cut off by y/n’s voice.

“drop it logan.” y/n rolled out which made logan’s eyes fall down to her, seeing her all snuggly with scott making him another level of pissed off as he raised an eyebrow at her words.

“what? you joining wade?” logan growled out, his voice harsh and rude as y/n swallowed. scott going to butt in as wade observed what was going on, a sly smile growing on his lips as y/n spoke before scott got the chance too.

“just drop it. you heard wade.” y/n said back harshly to him which made logan tutt as he didn’t look away from y/n at all.

“sure i heard wade and i know you aren’t a fucking adult.” he bit out harshly, making y/n feeling a number of things as scott jumped in, “don’t talk to her like that.” he said harshly, logan’s eyebrows raising at scott’s words as he took in scott, looking y/n and him up and down before he bit down on his tongue. his anger having been raised by wade and now it was only getting worse

“or what? i’m pretty sure she can stand up for herself.” logan replied harshly which made scott’s anger rise within him as y/n got inbetween their words. hank and wade watching the three of them like it was a reality tv show.

“logan stop it.” she ushered out quickly, giving him a cold look as he met her gaze as the two stared at eachother, him not backing down for a second as she fixated her gaze on him. her heart unsteady at this prolonged harshness he had for her.

“is that all you can say kid?” logan scoffed out angrily which made y/n swallow harshly as scott’s grip tightened on her in a way of attempted comfort that right now was just making it worse. the pressure immense as wade’s eyes fell between y/n and logan. seeing how y/n was taking it, seeing through the demeanour. he could practically see her snapping. breaking.

“no. you’re an asshole and i’m not a kid, so leave it and fuck off too jean will you?” y/n shapped out harshly, her words coming out strongly as all three of them on the sofa amongst her didn’t expect those words to come out her mouth, wade’s mouth falling agap as did hank’s as they tried to hide the shocked expression overtaking their faces as scott swallowed harshly.

the tension risen as logan’s voice was as he immediately came back at her, “you’re a little baby compared to everyone here and you know that, also you don’t get a fucking right to talk about jean.” his harsh words were like a knife to the side as y/n laughed at what he said as scott held back the urge to speak up when logan mentioned jean’s name, it just being a habit he had, as y/n kept her eyes up on logan as she swallowed down her feelings. anger being the only thing prominent in her brain for him currently.

“okay maybe you guys should take this somewhere else.” hank trailed off, sensing the seriousness of the conversation and defintely being able to hear the feelings enlaced within both their words as wade hushed him.

“no, no i just need to get my popcorn. keep going!” wade tumbled out which made y/n turn to look at him with a harsh look, wade seeing the emotion in her eyes as she left his gaze and she searched the sofa for rogue. it just being hank and wade right where rogue and pyro once were sat.

“where th—“ she stopped herself from finishing as she realised the stupidness off her words before she quickly remarked, “you’re an asshole.” to logan as she quickly got up, scott’s hand falling off her waist as she stood up as she got face to face with logan instantly walking right past him and disappearing into the crowd.

“see what you did!” scott cursed out as he tutted, going to stand up to get her when logan instantly stood in front of him. placing his hand over his chest as he pushed him back down.

“stay.” logan said strongly before he gave wade and hank a look before disappearing right after her.

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y/n turned as many corners as she could as her mind become even off a spinning mess as she made her way out to the courtyard where it was completely pissing it down but she couldn’t care less in the moment, just needing air and a break to recollect her thoughts, as she tumbled down the steps. her heart aching as she heard the door slam shut a few seconds later after she had left them. soon the faint sound of footsteps following her making her feel a number of things as she heard nothing him call after her. “where the hell are you going?” logan yelled out after her as she kept on walking, him running after her and eventually catching up to her.

catching his breath as he roughly grabbed her wrist to make her stop in in the middle of the field as he turned her around to meet his gaze, her breath noticing as it felt like her world stopped at that touch as she couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes.

“y/n.” he quickly let out with a raised voice so she could hear him over the pouring rain, the two of them getting drenched under the dark skies as she kept her gaze on him. trying to shake his hand off her own but he didn’t budge one bit.

“y/n!” he called back out when she didn’t answer — trying to grab her attention as he fought her way to finally look at him, swallowing a lump that was in her throat as their eyes met.

“what logan! what do you want? you’ve been nothing but cold and rude to me for a week and after what you just said to me there and what you said last time we spoke i don’t exactly wanna speak to you! so let go off me—“ y/n shouted out to him, her breath hitting a little as her voice broke a little as her confusing and distressing emotions got the best of her as they started to slip out.

logan’s breath hitched completely at her words as he grew more frustrated, “fuck, y/n! i —“ he cut himself off, moving his hand off her as he moved his hand through his hair in a stressful manner, not wanting to be sensitive at all but he could feel it all coming out as she felt her heart break as he took a step back. his shaky voice just being a reminder of everything he’s said before and how horrible he’s been recently, but it also reminded her off the man she thought she loved.

“what? logan? what!” she stammered right back out, her breath hitched as he looked at her. his mouth agap as he was fighting for the words. “i—“

“you what? you hate me? because good! i hate you too.” y/n tumbled out before turning on her heel, logan’s heart in his chest as he watched her as she started to walk away, just being able to make her out as the rain started to pour even harder. the chill down his back snapping him to reality as he quickly screamed back at her.

“y/n! for fucks sake, i’m in love with you!” he called back at her, his voice raised as he screamed that for her to hear through the loud harsh rain. y/n pausing in her tracks as his words hit her like a tidal wave.

her breath growing uncontrollable as she felt her chest rising, swallowing before she slowly turned back to meet his eyes. the distance vast between them as the rain filled her vision but she could see him, the rain pouring down on her face only making her emotions worse as she swallowed.

“what?” she yelled back at him, her voice shaking as she heard him curse under her breath.

“i’m petrified, y/n i’m fucking petrified because i love you so much it hurts.” he quaked out, his voice raising as his breathing became ragged and uneven, his body practically trembling under the coldness of the rain as he looked at her.

“logan—“

“no— don’t say anything else. just listen to me.” logan quickly spoke, taking steps over to y/n until he was a mere few inches away. her eyes dawning up on him as she swallowed roughly, her mind a mess.

“i get scared okay? i got scared because you, you’re everything. i got scared when i knew you felt the way i did i didn’t know how to deal with it. i don’t want to hurt you, i can’t. it’d break me in every way there is.” he rambles out strongly, “and i don’t love jean—i can’t when you exist.” he finished out, his words meaning everything as y/n kept her gaze on him.

her breath shaking at his confession as she looked at him wide eyed, his words hanging in the air as a thick silence grew. y/n taking in everything about logan’s face, the way he looked at her as she tried to wrack her thoughts around what she had just heard. questions falling through her brain as her mouth opened to speak, trying to find the words but instead of words she was met with logan’s lips against her own.

his hands falling around her waist as he pulled her to him softly, the roughness missing within this warm embrace as his kiss was full of desire and passion, the heated kiss making her feel a mixture of emotions as she let him take control of it. her body shaking due to the warmth from his body and the coldness from the rain soaking them as y/n’s drunken mind was lingering on one guy snd she couldn’t bring herself to admit who it was, not right now. her breath shaky as logan’s other hand fell down to her waist as he pulled her closer to him, her hand cupping his cheek as she kissed him back strongly.

the kiss growing more heated as he roughly bit down on her lip, a low whimper escaping her lip at his action as he groaned at just the way she sounded against him as he fought for dominance. the heat rushing between them as he pulled her as close as he could, wanting to taste every inch of her lips. her breath shaky as logan and her eventually pulled away from the kiss — his eyes falling down on hers as so much need for her was within his gaze as y/n looked up at him, her lips feeling swollen as she swallowed anxiously.

her not even able to say anything back or move, her body frozen as everything she had been fantasying about for the past year had just happened right there. and she didn’t know if it felt right or not.

she knew she loved him, she had for years, but as she looked at him now it was completely different.

and she couldn’t help but wonder why that heart ache she thought was down to logan was still present within her and no matter what she wanted to believe she knew deep down that she had fell so quickly and easily for someone else that standing here in front of logan the main feeling she had was guilt for kissing him back.

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rodolfoparras · 10 months ago

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

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urdreamydoodles · 4 months ago

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I love your headcanons!! I’d love to see how you think the X-men would react to the reader playfully biting them, in or out of the bedroom, whatever scenario you’d like (you can go with any characters, but bonus points for Logan, Erik, Charles, and perhaps a new one, Victor Creed 👀)

X-MEN CHARACTERS X FEM!READER

You bite them playfully

Characters: Logan Howlett, Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Rogue, Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Hank McCoy, Emma Frost, Laura Kinney, Wade Wilson, Victor Creed, Julian Keller, Kitty Pryde, Cable, Warren Worthington III, Morph, Mystique, Magik & Alex Summers

Reply to anon: OMG yes, Victor my little mad dog!

Logan Howlett

- You don’t expect him to react. Not really. He’s endured bullets, blades, and the unrelenting weight of time itself. A playful bite from you should be nothing—should be a drop of rain against an unshakable mountain. And yet, the moment your teeth graze his skin, a low growl rumbles from deep within his chest, something primal and unbidden. His muscles tense beneath your touch, like an animal caught between instinct and restraint.

- His gaze finds yours, sharp and golden, flickering with something unreadable. His lips curl into the faintest smirk, but his eyes betray him—dark with challenge, with something wilder lurking beneath. “That all you got, darlin’?” he rasps, his voice rough as gravel, his fingers curling at his sides as if resisting the urge to seize you right then and there.

- But Logan is nothing if not a man of action. A heartbeat later, his arm is around your waist, pulling you in close, the heat of his body searing against yours. His voice dips lower, a teasing growl, though there’s a dangerous edge to it now. “Y’know what they say, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. “You bite a wolf, you better be ready for it to bite back.”

- And he does. Maybe not in the way you expect—not with teeth, but with hands that grip too tight, with lips that press too hard, with a possessiveness that lingers in every touch. Because Logan doesn’t do playful. He does hunger. He does need. And if you dare to tease the beast, you’d best be ready for the storm that follows.

Remy LeBeau

- Remy freezes the moment your teeth press against his skin—not from pain, not from surprise, but from something far more dangerous. The corner of his mouth twitches, not quite a smirk yet, but the promise of one. And then, ever so slowly, he tilts his head toward you, his red-on-black eyes gleaming with mischief.

- “Ma belle, you tryna kill me?” he drawls, his accent thick and lazy, but his voice carries that unmistakable edge of heat. His fingers brush over your arm, slow and deliberate, as if tracing the intent behind your bite. “'Cause I gotta warn you, chérie… I ain’t the kind to die easy.”

- The next thing you know, he’s got you backed against the nearest surface, one hand braced beside your head, the other tracing the curve of your waist like he’s memorizing the shape of you. His grin is downright wicked now, his gaze molten with amusement and something darker. “See, you play this game wit’ me, mon amour, you best know the rules.” His breath is warm against your lips, teasing, taunting. “You bite me? I devour you.”

- And then he leans in, and oh—Remy doesn’t just kiss. He claims. He teases. He tastes. His lips ghost over yours, never quite giving you what you want, never quite letting you escape, because if you’re going to start a game with the Ragin’ Cajun, you better be ready to lose.

Kurt Wagner

- The moment your teeth sink lightly into his skin, Kurt stills, his breath catching in his throat. For a split second, his mind goes utterly blank—because of course you would do this, of course you would find new ways to unravel him, to leave him speechless and stumbling. His tail flicks once, betraying his surprise, before curling around your waist in retaliation.

- And then—oh. Oh, then he laughs. A low, breathy chuckle that rumbles in his chest, warm and so utterly Kurt. “Mein Schatz,” he murmurs, his voice rich with amusement, his golden eyes gleaming. “Was that supposed to be threatening? Because I must say… you might have to try harder.”

- But his tail tightens ever so slightly, his hands settling on your hips, his body pressing just a little closer. His voice drops into something softer now, something teasing but fond. “Or perhaps you weren’t trying to scare me at all,” he muses, brushing his nose against yours, an intimate little gesture that makes your heart stutter. “Perhaps you were simply asking for a little attention, ja?”

- And oh, does he give it. He moves fast—so fast you barely register the shift before you’re elsewhere, whisked away in a blink of smoke and laughter. One moment you’re standing, the next you’re tangled in his arms, wrapped in the warmth of his teleportation, caught between breathless kisses and whispered endearments. Because if you’re going to bite him, liebling, he’s going to make sure you never regret it.

Scott Summers

- Scott’s reaction is immediate—sharp inhale, muscles tensing beneath your touch, jaw tightening as if trying to suppress whatever instinct just surged through him. His discipline, his restraint—it has always been his armor, his cage. But you—you have a habit of making him forget himself.

- “What was that?” he asks, voice lower than usual, a little rough around the edges, though the slight flush creeping up his neck betrays him. His fingers flex at his sides, like he doesn’t know whether to pull you closer or set you firmly away. But his ruby-red gaze is locked onto you now, and he is searching—for your intent, for your reasoning, for something he can brace himself against.

- “You can’t just—” He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair, as if that will somehow ground him. His lips part, like he wants to scold you, like he wants to tell you biting is not part of a proper battle strategy, but the words never come. Instead, his hand lifts, cups your chin, his thumb grazing over your lower lip in something dangerously close to reverence.

- And then, ever so slowly, his lips brush against yours—light, testing, but oh-so-intense. Because Scott Summers does not give in easily. He does not let himself have. But you—you are different. You are his exception. And if you are going to play with fire, then you had best be prepared to burn.

Jean Grey

- Jean stills the moment your teeth graze her skin, not in fear or surprise, but in the way someone freezes when they have just stepped into the unknown. She has felt so many things in her lifetime—pain, joy, rage, divinity itself—but the sharp, teasing sensation of you doing this? That is something new. Her lips part slightly, a breath catching in her throat, and though she does not speak, you can hear her thoughts as if they are your own: What exactly are you trying to do to me?

- And then, oh, she smiles. Slow, knowing, the corners of her lips curving into something dangerously affectionate. Her fingers trace lightly over your arm, telekinetic energy humming faintly beneath her fingertips as she studies you with emerald eyes that gleam with amusement. “You do realize who you’re dealing with, don’t you?” she murmurs, voice soft but laced with something teasing, something nearly predatory. “You think you can surprise me, love? That’s adorable.”

- But Jean is not one to let challenges go unanswered. The next thing you know, her hand slides to your jaw, tilting your face toward hers with effortless ease. She doesn’t need to use her telekinesis to hold you there—no, the intensity in her gaze alone is enough. “Tell me,” she muses, leaning in so close her lips barely brush against yours. “Do you bite because you want my attention? Or because you already have it?”

- And before you can answer, she kisses you—deep, slow, deliberate. Not just a kiss, but a response, a promise. Because Jean Grey is made of passion and power, and if you wish to tease her, if you wish to provoke her, then you must be prepared for the storm you have just invited into your arms.

Ororo Munroe

- The moment your teeth press gently against her skin, a low, melodic hum escapes her—a sound not of displeasure, but of acknowledgment. Ororo Munroe has spent years cultivating grace, control, an unshakable presence that commands gods and mortals alike. And yet, this—this quiet, playful act of yours—catches her off guard in the most unexpected of ways.

- Her silver eyes flick toward you, gleaming with something unreadable, and for a moment, the air around you shifts, electricity humming faintly in the space between your bodies. Not as a threat, not as a warning, but as a reaction—as if even the very elements themselves are uncertain how to respond to the way you unravel her. “My love,” she says at last, her voice a soft, indulgent purr. “Was that meant to challenge me? Or are you merely being mischievous?”

- Slowly, her fingers trail along your shoulders, feather-light, teasing, carrying the same effortless power as the wind itself. And then, in one smooth motion, she moves—you don’t quite know how, only that one moment you are standing in place, and the next, the storm has wrapped itself around you. You are pulled flush against her, her presence enveloping you in warmth, in strength, in the quiet promise of something far greater than either of you can name.

- “If you seek my attention,” she whispers, her breath brushing against your ear like the gentlest breeze, “you need only ask.” And then, with a slow, deliberate smile, she leans in, her lips brushing over the spot where your bite had just been—a silent response, a wordless challenge of her own. Because if you are to tease a goddess, then you must be ready to be worshipped in return.

Rogue

- The second your teeth sink playfully into her skin, Rogue gasps—sharp, sudden, entirely unprepared. It’s not that she doesn’t like it, not at all, but more that she did not see it coming. For all her strength, all her bravado, you have just done something no enemy, no battle, no nightmare has ever managed to do: you have caught her off guard.

- “Sugah,” she breathes, her accent thickening just a bit, her voice a mixture of amusement and something else—something dangerous. Slowly, her green eyes flick to yours, and oh, that look—half-smirk, half-warning—tells you that you might have just started something you cannot finish. “Did you just… bite me?”

- And then, before you can answer, she does what Rogue does best—she acts. One moment, you are standing comfortably, the next, she has you pinned. Not roughly, not cruelly, but firmly, her gloved hands gripping your wrists, her breath hot against your skin. “Y’know,” she muses, tilting her head as she studies you, “if you wanted my attention that bad, all you had to do was ask.”

- But the glint in her eye betrays her—because for all her teasing, for all her bravado, the truth is simple: she loves this. Loves that you would dare to play with her, loves that you know exactly how to unravel her defenses, how to make her forget the space she so often has to keep between herself and the world. And so, with a wicked little smirk, she leans in, her lips hovering just above yours as she murmurs, “Hope you know what you started, darlin’. ‘Cause I don’t play fair.”

Erik Lehnsherr

- The moment your teeth press against his skin, Erik goes very, very still. Not out of fear, not out of surprise, but out of calculation. He is a man of war, of tragedy, of wounds both seen and unseen, and he has spent his entire life anticipating danger. But this—this playful, fleeting bite from you—is not something he had prepared for.

- And then, slowly, he exhales. Not in frustration, not in anger, but in something far deeper—something like acceptance. His sharp, silver gaze flicks to yours, unreadable yet knowing, and a slow, deliberate smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “Liebling,” he murmurs, his voice as smooth as tempered steel. “Do you think this is a game?”

- He does not move immediately. No, Erik prefers patience, prefers anticipation, prefers to let you feel the weight of what you have just done. And then, finally, he acts. His fingers ghost over your jaw, light as a whisper, his touch deceptively gentle. But his grip—when it finally settles—is not. His hand tightens, not cruelly, but possessively, his thumb tracing over your pulse as he studies you like a puzzle he has yet to solve.

- “If you wish to test me,” he muses, his voice a low, dark promise, “then by all means… continue.” And then, in a move so smooth it leaves you breathless, he takes—captures your mouth with his, slow and unyielding, like gravity itself bending to his will. Because Erik Lehnsherr does not play. He conquers. And if you wish to tempt him, then you must be prepared to surrender.

Charles Xavier

- Charles Xavier is a man of the mind, a man who has unraveled the deepest corners of human thought and consciousness, who has witnessed the entirety of existence through the whispers of others’ souls. And yet, for all his knowledge, for all the mysteries he has unraveled, you still find a way to surprise him. The moment your teeth press against his skin—soft, playful, fleeting—he stills, blue eyes widening just slightly, as if he cannot quite believe that you, of all things, could ever be so unpredictable.

- But then, oh, then he laughs. Not a polite chuckle, not the refined sort of amusement he offers in conversations of wit and charm, but something richer, something real. A warm, low sound that spills from his lips like honey, as if you have just whispered the most delightful secret in the world. He tilts his head toward you, curiosity sparking in his gaze, and for a moment, you see it—the boy he once was, the one who believed in the simple joy of being alive. “My dear,” he muses, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips, “are you quite certain you wish to play this game with me?”

- Charles is a scholar, a tactician, a man who has spent his life wielding words and thoughts like weapons, and he is not one to let a challenge go unanswered. Before you can pull away, his fingers ghost along your wrist, light as a whisper, and suddenly—you feel it. Not words, not images, but a sensation, a feeling, as if he is pressing the weight of his affection directly into your soul. This is how he fights back—by letting you feel what you do to him, by drowning you in the sheer, unshakable depth of his love.

- “You are a fascinating creature,” he murmurs, his voice a soft, intimate thing, meant only for you. And then, with deliberate slowness, he leans in, his lips grazing the same spot where your teeth had just been, a silent response, a quiet promise. Because Charles Xavier is a man of the mind—but with you, he has learned to love the body, too.

Wanda Maximoff

- Wanda Maximoff has spent her entire life on the precipice of chaos. Magic flows through her like a storm, raw and untamed, and though she has learned to control it, there is still a part of her that lingers on the edge—uncertain, fragile, waiting for the world to turn against her. But you—you are different. You do not fear her, do not tread lightly as if she is glass that might shatter at the slightest touch. No, you play with her, tease her, press your teeth against her skin in a gesture so human, so simple, that for a moment, she forgets the weight of her own power.

- Her breath catches—just a little, just enough for you to notice. Her fingers curl against your arm, not to push you away, but to steady herself, as if grounding herself in the moment, in you. And then, slowly, her lips curve into something soft, something real. “You’re bold,” she murmurs, her voice laced with quiet amusement, but there is something else there, too—something dangerous. A challenge. A warning. Because Wanda Maximoff is not someone you tease without consequences.

- Before you can react, she moves. The world shifts around you, a flicker of crimson in the air, and suddenly, you are weightless, as if gravity itself has forgotten you exist. Her magic hums against your skin, curling around you like the brush of unseen fingertips, and she watches you with a look that is pure mischief. “Tell me, darling,” she whispers, tilting her head ever so slightly, “was that meant to tempt me?”

- And then, with a slow, deliberate smirk, she leans in—her lips barely grazing your skin, a phantom touch, a promise of something more. Because Wanda Maximoff is chaos incarnate, and if you wish to play with her, then you must be prepared to dance in the storm.

Pietro Maximoff

- It happens so quickly that even you don’t realize what you’ve done. One moment, Pietro Maximoff is standing before you, talking, teasing, filling the space between you with his usual boundless energy, and the next—your teeth graze his skin, a fleeting, playful bite, quick as lightning itself. And then? He’s gone. A blur of silver and laughter, a gust of wind where he once stood.

- But before you can even blink, he is back—and oh, that look on his face. His lips are curled into a smirk, his blue eyes gleaming with something wild, something electric. “Really?” he breathes, shaking his head as if in disbelief. “You think you can bite me? Me?” His laughter rings out, sharp and bright, and suddenly, he is moving again—circling you, his presence a flickering pulse in the air, there and gone all at once.

- And then, he strikes. Not with speed, not with force, but with something far worse—anticipation. He stops right behind you, so close that his breath is warm against your ear, his voice a whisper of pure, unfiltered mischief. “You know what they say about quick reflexes, don’t you?” he murmurs, and before you can even think to react, his lips brush against your neck—a flicker of a kiss, a ghost of a touch, so fleeting you almost question if it happened at all.

- And then? He’s gone again. Laughing, running, taunting. Because Pietro Maximoff is not someone who is caught—he is the storm itself, and if you wish to play this game, then you must be prepared to chase the wind.

Hank McCoy

- Hank McCoy is not a man who is easily surprised. He has spent his life in pursuit of knowledge, unraveling the mysteries of science, of genetics, of the very fabric of existence itself. And yet, for all his intellect, for all his careful observations of the world—he does not see you coming. The moment your teeth press playfully into his skin, his entire body freezes, blue fur bristling slightly, golden eyes widening in stunned disbelief.

- “Oh, my stars and garters,” he breathes, his voice carrying the unmistakable weight of a man whose entire world has just shifted. Slowly, his gaze flicks down to you, studying you with the same meticulous focus he applies to his research, as if you are some rare, fascinating discovery he has yet to fully understand. “You do realize,” he murmurs, voice warm and teasing, “that by initiating such an experiment, you are opening yourself up to… repercussions, yes?”

- And then, oh, his smile. Slow, wickedly amused, utterly delighted. Before you can react, he moves—not with the hesitant carefulness of a man afraid of his own strength, but with the confidence of someone who knows exactly how to turn the tables. One moment, you are standing, the next, you are swept off your feet, cradled in arms that are both impossibly strong and impossibly gentle. “Ah,” he muses, adjusting his grip as if holding you is the most natural thing in the world, “I do believe I now have the advantage.”

- And then, with a quiet chuckle, he leans in—not to bite, not to tease, but to kiss the very spot where your teeth had been, slow and deliberate, a scholar testing a theory. Because Hank McCoy is a man of knowledge—but when it comes to you, he is more than willing to be a student of the unknown.

Emma Frost

- The moment your teeth graze her skin, Emma Frost’s response is immediate—a slow, measured inhale, the faintest arch of a perfectly sculpted brow. She does not startle, does not react with anything so crass as surprise. No, Emma assesses. A woman of elegance, of control, she has spent a lifetime ensuring that no one catches her off guard, that no one slips beneath the carefully constructed ice of her composure. And yet, you have done it, a playful bite against porcelain skin, an action so simple yet so bold that, for the briefest moment, even the White Queen falters.

- But then, oh, then she smiles. Slow. Deliberate. Dangerous. A curl of her lips that carries no warmth, only sharp amusement and something far more wicked. “Darling,” she purrs, voice smooth as silk, laced with the faintest edge of laughter, “if you wanted to get my attention, there are… other ways to do so.” Her fingers ghost along your wrist, deceptively gentle, a reminder that while you may have started this game, she is the one who will dictate how it ends.

- She does not retaliate with force, nor does she melt into you like some lovesick fool. No, Emma punishes in the most exquisite way possible—she makes you wait. A brush of her fingertips against your jaw, a lingering glance, the press of her body close enough to promise but never enough to give. “Tell me,” she murmurs, tilting her head, voice rich with amusement, “was that truly your best effort?”

- And then, when you least expect it, she strikes. A shift of movement so swift, so precise, that you don’t even register it until it’s happening—her lips against your pulse point, her teeth grazing the same spot where you dared to mark her. It is not surrender. It is not an answer. It is a lesson. A warning. A challenge. Because Emma Frost does not lose—but she does enjoy playing with her prey.

Laura Kinney

- The moment your teeth press into her skin, Laura reacts. No hesitation, no pause—her body tenses, muscles coiling like a predator poised to strike. Instinct kicks in before thought, before reason, before she can even register that it’s you. And for a split second, you feel it—the sheer, terrifying violence that lurks beneath her skin, the razor’s edge of a woman who has spent her entire life as a weapon.

- But then, just as quickly as the tension rises, it fades. A sharp exhale, a flicker of recognition, golden eyes narrowing as she processes what you’ve done. There is no laughter, no teasing retort—just a look. Calculating. Intense. Confused, but not displeased. “…You bit me,” she says at last, voice flat, as if stating the most bizarre fact in the world.

- And then? She tilts her head, considering you in that unnerving, almost animalistic way of hers. “Why?” The question is genuine—Laura has never been one for mind games or coy affections, has never understood the subtle language of teasing and playfulness. Biting is something she associates with combat, with survival. But with you? With you, it is different.

- Slowly, tentatively, she mirrors the action. A nip, precise and measured, as if she is testing this new form of affection, as if she is learning you the way she has learned every other part of the world—through experience, through instinct. And when she pulls back, there is something new in her gaze, something raw and unspoken. Because Laura Kinney may not understand why you did it, but she knows one thing with certainty—if you bite, then she will bite back.

Wade Wilson

- You barely have time to finish biting him before Wade gasps—loud, theatrical, utterly over-the-top. “OH. MY. GOD.” His hands fly to his chest, staggering back as if you have mortally wounded him. “DID YOU JUST—YOU DID. YOU ABSOLUTELY DID.” His voice is thick with emotion, somewhere between scandalized and delighted. “Babe. You bit me. Like a feral little love-goblin. That’s so hot.”

- And then? Then, all hell breaks loose. Within seconds, he is biting you back—but not just once, no, because Wade Wilson is incapable of moderation. He is nibbling at your cheek, at your shoulder, at your hand, peppering you with playful, exaggerated love-bites while making increasingly absurd noises. “CHOMP.” He sinks his teeth into the air dramatically, eyes wide with manic glee. “RAWR. Oh, sorry, that was my dinosaur impression. But honestly? If I were a dinosaur, I’d be a love-raptor. A snuggle-saurus. A Wade-a-don Rex, if you will.”

- The worst part? He does not stop talking. “You’re lucky I don’t have rabies,” he chatters, waggling his brows. “I mean, I might. I did lick a questionable taco truck the other day. But, y’know, if I do have rabies, then I guess that makes you my one and only transmission method—romantic, right?” He grins, then gasps again, as if struck by a sudden epiphany. “WAIT. Does this mean we’re in a vampire romance now? Am I your dark, brooding, undead lover? Babe, I gotta be honest, I am so ready to emotionally gaslight you across centuries of longing.”

- But then—just when you think he’s going to turn this into a full-fledged one-man show—he pauses. Just for a moment. The humor dims slightly, enough for something softer to slip through. And then, in a rare, fleeting act of sincerity, Wade leans in, pressing a kiss—not a bite, not a joke, but a kiss—to the very spot where your teeth had been. “…Seriously, though,” he murmurs, voice warm and uncharacteristically quiet, “that was, like, really cute. You’re really cute.” And then, just as quickly as it appeared, the moment is gone, swallowed up in another round of ridiculous, dramatic antics. But for that one, brief second? He meant it.

Victor Creed

- The instant your teeth graze his skin, Victor Creed laughs—a low, rumbling thing that vibrates in his chest, a sound that is both amused and hungry. He does not startle. He does not pause. No, Victor reacts the way a predator does when something small and delicate dares to bare its teeth—with interest.

- His fingers curl at your waist, grip firm, possessive, a wordless acknowledgment of what you have done. “Now that’s adorable,” he drawls, voice thick with amusement. “Little thing thinks she’s got fangs.” His golden eyes gleam as he studies you, head tilting slightly, as if debating whether to play along—or devour you whole.

- And then? He leans in. Closer, until his breath is warm against your ear, until you feel the sheer size of him, the sheer power in every inch of his body. “You wanna play rough, sweetheart?” he murmurs, voice dropping into something darker, something edged with promise. “You sure you can handle that?” And then, without hesitation, he bites back. Not gentle. Not teasing. But slow, deliberate, lingering—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who you are dealing with.

- When he pulls away, his grin is wolfish, sharp and deadly. “That all you got?” he taunts, dragging a thumb over the mark he’s left behind. “C’mon, now. If you’re gonna bite, bite like you mean it.” And with that, he watches, waits, golden eyes glinting with something dangerous, something wild. Because Victor Creed is a man who thrives on blood and instinct, and if you wish to play this game, then you must be prepared to lose.

Julian Keller

- The moment your teeth graze his skin, Julian smirks. A slow, lazy curl of his lips, equal parts cocky and intrigued. He doesn’t jerk away, doesn’t react with surprise—no, Julian Keller is a man who thrives in the unexpected, who wears confidence like a second skin. “Well, well,” he drawls, amusement dripping from every syllable, “look at you. Feisty today, huh?” His voice is low, smooth, laced with the kind of arrogance that makes you want to bite him again—harder, just to wipe that smug expression off his face.

- But then, before you can so much as think about it, he moves. Swift, fluid, his telekinesis pressing against you, pinning you in place—not harsh, not cruel, but playful. A silent reminder of who he is, of what he can do. His grip at your waist tightens ever so slightly, his body angled close, so very close, and for a second, it feels less like a game and more like a challenge. “That supposed to be some kind of warning, babe?” he teases, his breath warm against your ear. “’Cause if you’re picking fights, you should know—I never back down.”

- He doesn’t retaliate immediately. No, Julian waits. He lets anticipation build, lets you think you’ve won—that you’ve caught him off guard, that he’ll let this slide. But then, just as you relax, he strikes. A sharp nip against your jaw, quick and precise, a mimicry of what you had done to him. But unlike you, he doesn’t stop there. No, Julian Keller is competitive, and if you’re playing this game, then he’s playing to win.

- “Gotta admit,” he murmurs against your skin, voice a quiet rasp, “you’ve got guts. I like that.” His grip loosens, but that smirk remains, his green eyes gleaming with challenge. “But next time? Maybe try a little harder.” And just like that, he pulls away, walking off as if nothing happened, as if he hasn’t just left you standing there, heart pounding, already plotting your revenge.

Kitty Pryde

- “Oh!” The moment your teeth press into her shoulder, Kitty lets out a startled squeak, her entire body jerking in surprise. She phases instinctively, and before you even register what’s happening, you’re biting nothing—your teeth sinking into empty air as she slips through you, her molecules scattering like mist. It’s not that she minds, not really. It’s just that she wasn’t expecting it. And Kitty Pryde does not like being caught off guard.

- “Did you just—?” Her voice is breathless, half-laughing, half-accusing, her wide eyes locking onto yours. There’s no anger there, no real irritation—just confusion and delight, an almost incredulous sort of amusement at the fact that you, of all people, had dared to bite her. “Okay, rude,” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest in mock offense. “You can’t just do that without warning! What if I phased and got stuck inside the floor? You’d feel really bad, wouldn’t you?”

- But her protests are all for show, because the next second, she’s grinning, her playful side taking over. Kitty Pryde is mischief wrapped in kindness, and if you think for one second that she’s letting this go unanswered, you’re sorely mistaken. “Y’know,” she muses, tapping a finger to her chin, “if this is how we’re communicating now, I could phase my hand into your ribs and just… give your heart a little squeeze. Not lethal! Just, y’know… uncomfortable.”

- And yet, despite her teasing, despite her empty threats, there’s a warmth in her gaze, an unmistakable fondness in the way she leans in, brushing her lips—soft, fleeting—against the spot where your teeth had been. “But,” she murmurs, voice dipping into something gentler, something real, “I think I like this way better.” And then, with one final cheeky grin, she phases through you once more, vanishing just before you can grab her in retaliation.

Nathan Summers

- The moment you bite him, Cable pauses. No visible reaction. No sharp inhale, no startled flinch. He simply stills, his entire body locking into that unnerving, soldier-like stillness. His metal hand, which had been resting at your waist, remains unmoving, his entire frame rigid as if waiting, assessing. It’s instinct, honed over decades of battle, of survival. Because Nathan Summers is not a man accustomed to softness, and affection—even when playful—is something he has never learned to anticipate.

- And then, slowly, he exhales. His head tilts just slightly, his cybernetic eye dimming, the faintest flicker of something amused passing through his otherwise unreadable expression. “…Did you just bite me?” His voice is low, gravelly, tinged with something between disbelief and reluctant amusement. “Huh.” He says nothing else for a long moment, simply watching you, studying you as if trying to decipher what exactly prompted you to do such a thing.

- And then, finally, he shakes his head, a quiet huff escaping him—something that might, under very specific lighting conditions, be mistaken for a chuckle. “You’ve got guts,” he mutters, the corner of his lips twitching in something dangerously close to a smirk. “Reckless, but gutsy.” His organic hand brushes against the spot where your teeth had been, as if committing the sensation to memory.

- He doesn’t bite back. Doesn’t tease or taunt or retaliate. No, Cable is not a man who plays games. Instead, he opts for something simpler, something quieter—his hand cupping the back of your head, his lips pressing against your forehead in a rare display of open tenderness. A silent acknowledgment. A wordless acceptance. Because Nathan Summers may not understand softness, but for you, he is willing to learn.

Warren Worthington III

- The moment your teeth sink into his skin, Warren lets out a sharp gasp—a mix of surprise and something dangerously close to pleasure. His wings flare instinctively, feathers rustling with a sudden, unconscious movement, his entire body reacting before his mind can catch up. Because Warren Worthington III is a man of control, of composure—and yet, with you, it seems to shatter so easily.

- “Did you—” His voice is breathless, his pupils blown wide, his blue eyes flickering with something unreadable. “You just—” He swallows, as if struggling to find the right words, as if the simple act of you biting him has completely short-circuited his mind. He is an angel carved from marble, all sharp lines and celestial grace, and yet here he stands, utterly undone by something so small, so mortal.

- And then, something shifts. A slow, wicked smile tugs at his lips, the sharp edge of his Archangel persona slipping into his gaze. “You really shouldn’t do that,” he murmurs, voice a velvet purr. “Not unless you’re prepared for the consequences.” His wings snap forward in an instant, encircling you in a cocoon of soft, gilded feathers, trapping you against his chest. His fingers ghost over your jaw, tilting your chin up so you have no choice but to meet his gaze.

- “Because now?” His lips brush against the very spot you had marked, his voice dropping into something dangerous, something electric. “Now it’s my turn.” And then, before you can even think to protest, Warren Worthington III—heir, angel, warrior—bites back.

Kevin Sydney

- The moment your teeth sink into his skin, Kevin’s entire form shifts in surprise. One second, he’s his usual self—sharp jaw, bright eyes, that ever-present smirk—and the next, he’s you, your own expression of mischief mirrored back at you. His voice, now an exact replica of yours, lilts with exaggerated amusement: “Wow, is this what I look like when I do something reckless? No wonder you love me.”

- He lets the illusion linger just long enough to make you blink in disbelief before shifting back, his laughter spilling out in warm, unrestrained waves. There’s no irritation, no reprimand—just the unshakable joy of a man who thrives on unpredictability, who relishes in the absurd. “Biting, huh? I like this new development,” he teases, rubbing the spot where your teeth had been with faux contemplation. “I gotta say, I wasn’t expecting that, but hey, I do have a thing for surprises.”

- He retaliates in the most Morph-like way possible—by suddenly growing a pair of exaggerated fangs and snapping playfully at you, his grin widening as if daring you to test your luck again. “C’mon, babe, if we’re making this a thing, let’s make it fun,” he quips, waggling his eyebrows in an over-the-top display of challenge. “What’s next? Claw marks? A dramatic villain monologue? Give me something to work with!”

- And yet, despite all the jokes, despite the effortless laughter, there’s something softer underneath. Because Kevin Sydney is a man who hides behind humor, who masks emotion with theatrics—but the way he touches you now, fingers brushing idly along your wrist, is genuine. “Seriously, though,” he murmurs, his usual grin dimming into something real, “I like when you do things that catch me off guard. It reminds me that life’s worth sticking around for.”

Raven Darkhölme

- The moment your teeth press into her skin, Mystique doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t jerk away. Instead, she merely stares, her yellow eyes sharp, assessing, calculating. It’s impossible to tell what she’s thinking—whether she’s amused, annoyed, or considering shifting into someone entirely different just to make you regret it. “Interesting,” she murmurs at last, her voice low, velvet-smooth, carrying an edge of intrigue that makes your heart stutter.

- Then, before you can so much as blink, she moves. A blur of shifting colors, of muscle and bone rearranging in an instant—and suddenly, she’s behind you, her lips a ghost of a presence against your ear. “You really think you can surprise me?” she purrs, her breath cool against your skin. “I’ve spent lifetimes being a step ahead. If you wanted to catch me off guard, you’d have to try harder than that.”

- But despite her words, despite her unshakable composure, there’s an undeniable interest in her tone. Because Raven Darkhölme is a woman who’s spent decades in control, who rarely allows herself to be touched without permission—and yet, you’ve just walked right through every layer of her defenses without fear. And that? That fascinates her more than she’d care to admit.

- “Brave,” she muses at last, her fingers tracing the very spot you had bitten, her expression unreadable. Then, with a slow, deliberate smirk, she adds, “But reckless.” And just like that, she shifts—her form melting into someone else, someone entirely unfamiliar—before disappearing into the shadows, leaving only her voice lingering behind: “I will be returning the favor.”

Illyana Rasputina

- The moment your teeth sink into her skin, Illyana freezes. Not in shock, not in discomfort, but in something else—something unreadable, something ancient and dangerous. Because Illyana Rasputina is not a woman accustomed to softness, and affection—even playful—has always been laced with sharp edges in her world. Her grip on her Soulsword tightens, and for a fraction of a second, her eyes flicker with golden fire, as if Hell itself has stirred in response.

- And then, she turns to you—slowly, deliberately, her expression eerily calm. “Did you just bite me?” Her voice is quiet, but there’s something lethal beneath it, something that makes even the air around her still. She doesn’t sound angry. If anything, she sounds… curious. As if she’s trying to decide whether this is something to be annoyed by—or something to encourage.

- And then, after what feels like an eternity, she laughs. It’s low, dark, a sound that carries the weight of fire and steel, of war and something far older than you could ever comprehend. “Hah. You’re bold,” she muses, tilting her head, considering you with something between amusement and fondness. “I like it.” Then, with a flick of her wrist, her Soulsword vanishes, and she leans in—so very close, her breath warm against your throat.

- “But you do realize,” she murmurs, her voice a whisper of shadows, “that I always bite back.” And before you can so much as react, she’s gone—vanished in a flash of eldritch fire, leaving nothing behind but the lingering heat of her presence and the unshakable knowledge that this game has only just begun.

Alex Summers

- The second your teeth graze his skin, Alex jumps—a sharp, involuntary reaction, his entire body tensing as if you’ve just electrocuted him. “What the hell?!” he blurts out, twisting to look at you with wide, startled eyes. There’s no immediate anger, no irritation—just sheer, genuine confusion, as if he cannot comprehend why you would do something so reckless.

- And then, as realization dawns, his expression changes. His brows furrow, his lips twitch, and before you can so much as breathe, he lets out a laugh—not the kind you were expecting, not cocky or smug, but genuine. It’s warm, boyish, disbelieving, the kind of laugh that makes the edges of his eyes crinkle. “You bit me,” he says again, shaking his head like he still can’t quite wrap his mind around it. “Are you—are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

- And yet, despite his reaction, despite his initial shock, there’s something undeniably fond in the way he looks at you now. Because Alex Summers is a man who has spent his life in the shadow of expectation, of responsibility, of chaos—and here you are, bringing something light into his world, something unexpected, something good. And maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t mind that as much as he pretends to.

- “Alright, fine,” he relents at last, rubbing his neck where your teeth had been, his grin turning almost challenging. “But just so you know? I’m keeping score.” And with that, he leans in—his lips brushing against your jaw, a teasing warning before he suddenly nips at your skin in retaliation, pulling back with a satisfied smirk. “Your move.”

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