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sooo I noticed that you write for dark themes and I came up with this request

Yandere reader who doesn't have any ideas on how to attract Scott so they decide to be bratty x mentor Scott who I think would be a perfect brat tamer

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓-𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑…

!!! 18+ THEMES, GN reader, mentor Scott, where do I even fucking begin with this, inappropriate relationship, power imbalance, hints of an age gap, brattiness, stern Scott, jealousy, poor Jubilee, mentions of impact-play, slapping, belts, sir-kink, collaring mentioned, Scott’s a meanie, penetration mention, brief mentions of asphyxiation, reader’s a fucking FREEEAAAK, I could literally reread this blurb 10 times and still not catch everything, just generally read at your own risk.

Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sor—

… Oh, LAWRD.

Lemme just say, before we begin, you are absolutely right about everything for the history of ever. Scott is 100% brat tamer material and I don’t think this is talked about much (WHICH IS FUCKING CRIMINAL, RAAAAA—). This man will put you in your place if you start acting up, and brother, the up is acting for me right about now, lemme tell ya. I am about to fucking kill someone. This ask is perfect.

Ahem. Anyways.

This type of dynamic starts off as something rather tame. You’re just the rookie wondering why you should do this or that; you have no ulterior motives whatsoever!! It has nothing to do with the unreadable expression Scott gives you whenever you question him, or the low tone he uses as he warns you to listen. Nope! Nuh-uh! But on a completely unrelated note, isn’t it so hot how he points an authoritative finger at you, letting an unspoken threat linger in the air as you have no choice but to obediently follow his orders? God, you’d maim and mutilate for that finger to— *prolonged censor beep*

Hmm? Is the edge in his voice wearing down over time? Is he getting too used to your simple inquiries? Wait, no!! No, no, no, no, no!! C’mon, Mr. Leader man, now’s not the time to lose that sternness!! Why doesn’t he wanna give you his full, undivided attention?!

… Well, maybe it’s time to test the waters a bit, hm?

Of course he can’t let you off the hook when you blatantly ignore an order. God, the way he snapped at you was something else, causing an explosion of butterflies in your abdomen and your knees to feel weak. There it is!! There’s that commanding presence that’s focused on you and you only!! Now he’s pulling you aside after training to give you a lecture… can this day get any better?? That’s right, Mr. Leader Man… tell this poor rookie all about working as a team and following directions… they’re definitely listening and totally not distracted by that low, serious, no-nonsense voice…

Your rebellious streak is now in full swing as you deliberately ignore him. Spar with Wolverine? Nah, he’s too rough. Clean the dining room? But you’ve got better things to do!! Your turn for monitor duty? You’re pretty sure it’s actually Gambit’s (this one’s genuine; let the bastard do his own damn chores). When Cyclops finds out you’ve practically dismissed all of your duties, he looks about ready to explode. Why can’t you just listen to him, huh?! Stop acting like a brat and get it together!! If you don’t start pulling your weight, he’ll—!!

…????

He’ll what??

What is Mr. Leader Man gonna do to you??

He doesn’t finish his sentence (much to your disappointment). Instead, he presses his lips into a thin line, putting one hand on his hips and the other in his hair. There’s a few seconds where he seems to recompose himself. A sigh then falls from his mouth, and with one last curt word of chastisement, he brushes past you to do something else.

Your thoughts are racing as you watch him leave.

(Come back, Mr. Leader Man! Please come back!! Tell me what you’re gonna do!! Please, please, please, please, please, please, please!!)

Naturally, you start pushing your luck even further. What happens if you start rolling your eyes at him, hm? Mumbling something under your breath just loud enough for him to hear? Full-on sassing him, giving him enough lip to put Wolverine to shame?

Oh, yeah. You’re really pushing him towards his breaking point.

There isn’t a day that goes by without a back and forth skirmish between you two. He tells you to do something, you talk back, he borderline threatens you, and you revel in the fact that he’s giving you all his attention. All of the other X-Men blend into to background completely; it’s just you and him, just as it should be!! No one is allowed to get in the way… you’ll do anything to make sure of it.

And that’s exactly what you did.

Because why does Jubilee get a gentle head pat and you don’t?! He doesn’t even lay a hand on you, even when you try your best to really piss him off!! It’s not fair… not fair, not fair, not fair!! All she did was mediocre perform some dumb maneuver correctly. Why is that rewarded with his attention?!

Oh, what’s this? Jubilee wants to try it out in an actual one-on-one spar?

You’ll volunteer for that!!

… It’s a good thing Wolverine taught you a few illegal moves a while back, huh.

The sparring session is immediately called off the moment Jubilee lets out a cry of pain. Uh-oh!! What happened?? Why is she clutching her wrist?? Did you accidentally sprain it while twisting her arm behind her back?? Whoopsies! Who could’ve seen that coming?

The answer is Scott; a very livid Scott.

You don’t even get the chance to put on your best innocent act. There’s a firm hand on your bicep before you can even process it, and he’s dragging you out of the Danger Room towards a secluded area where he can let you have it. What the hell were you thinking?! You are not allowed to pull stunts like that during training. You should know better than this… hey, are you even listening to him?!

“Look at me,” he orders.

You merely cross your arms, continuing to stare to the side with disinterest. With a sound of frustration, he grabs at your face and forces you to look at him. The movement was rough enough to catch you by surprise, and if you had any less self-control, you probably would’ve started drooling then and there.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

The low rumble of his voice makes you realize you’re standing at a crossroads. Either you start acting right now, or you could plunge further into this uncharted territory. There’s always the risk of him kicking off the team, which means you can no longer take up all of his focus, and that’s the last thing you want!! But the grip he has on your jaw is like a drug to you, making you want more and more and more and more and moremoremoremoremoremore—

Your eyes defiantly drift to the side, still trying to maintain a disinterested look.

There’s a long stretch of silence between you two. Though you didn’t dare flick your eyes back to him, you knew there was that tight frown on his face. God, you loved it whenever he studied you. You might not be able to see his eyes, but you can always feel his calculative gaze from miles away, like he’s trying to figure out every cog inside of your mind.

Finally, with his hand tightening around your face, he lowly muttered, “you’re doing this on purpose.”

This gets you to actually spare a glance at him, your eyes shining with faux innocence as you let out a questioning hum.

“Stop it,” he growls.

You tried so desperately to keep your mouth from curling into a crazed smile. “Make me.”

Famous last words, right?

Scott isn’t stupid; he’s well aware that you’re basically asking for it, and even more aware of how… inappropriate this is. There’s an obvious power imbalance between the two of you — an obvious gap, even — which only adds a new layer of dubiousness to whatever the fuck your dynamic is. But the way you’ve been acting recently has him hitting a wall. If you don’t wanna behave the easy way, does he really have much of a choice?

(For the sake of his conscience, he’s ignoring that dark side of him that’s slightly satisfied with this outcome.)

He’s not giving you the courtesy of maintaining your dignity after your fate is sealed. You’re immediately thrown over his shoulder, the sheer force of how he manhandles you being enough to knock the wind out of your lungs. Consider yourself lucky that the halls were empty as he marched towards his room (not that you probably care that much. Is it really a bad thing to let the whole world know that Mr. Leader Man is finally indulging in you?).

Upon kicking open his door and practically throwing you on the bed, he makes his intentions crystal clear; he’s putting an end to this bratty behavior. From here on out, you’re gonna follow each and every one of his orders, and don’t even think about trying anything. Oh, you got something smart you wanna retort with? You’re not even given the chance to finish it. A sharp sting from the back of his hand connecting with your cheek is enough to shut you up, reminding you of what you’ve exactly you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Yes, sir,” “no, sir,” “please, sir,” and “thank you, sir.” Those are the only for things you’re allowed to say. It’s his first order of business to drill that into your skull, and failure to call him sir is punished with a slap to the face, followed by him forcing you to look at him while coldly prompting you to correct yourself.

Hm? Already getting worked up over a few slaps? “You’re disgusting,” he’ll say. “You really don’t have any shame, do you?”

You have no choice but to answer honestly.

Touching him without his permission is completely out of the question. He catches your wrist before you manage to make contact, tutting at you with disappointment as he ignores your desperate pleas. Did he say you could touch him? God, you’re such an entitled brat. He should’ve known it would have to come to this…

… A perfect segway to his belt!

He really only uses it to restrain your arms. The thought of hitting you with it is a little too mean, even for him, but should he feel like he has no other choice, you may find yourself getting familiar with the sting of leather against your skin. And, yes, he makes you count every hit. But his go-to form of impact is usually his hand. He’ll slap you around a bit, maybe even the occasional spanking if you’re really bad (again, he makes you keep count). Resorting to the belt for that is his nuclear option.

If you’re a fucking freak like me, then you’ll absolutely love his belt. The way it tightly binds your wrists together is like heaven, and you love to run your tongue over the little marks it leaves behind (IT’S MY YANDERE READER BLURB, I GET TO DECIDE OUR KINKS). Wanna be a full-on freak? Steal his belt and wear it around your neck as a casual accessory! That won’t get weird looks at all!

… Who knows, maybe it’ll prompt him to get you a collar.

AAAAAAAANYWAYS, Scott is so cruel. He’s been letting you get away with your act for too long, so he’s really hellbent on reminding you who’s boss. But he also likes to reward good behavior. Expect the occasional soft praise and caress when you’re being especially obedient. He knows you fold like a house of cards at any sort of attention from him; he likes to use that to his advantage to further condition you.

Now, you may be wondering just how far he goes with these… sessions. When you’ve got a little freak like you who’s obsessed with a natural hard dom, the sexual tension is going to be suffocating. No matter how hard he tries to keep this solely on correcting your brattiness, he can only stay strong for so long…

He likes to think of it as one of his rewards for you. Nothing more. And if he just so happens to enjoy it a little bit too much, that’s nobody’s business.

His favorite way to take you is in his lap, facing each other as his hands on your hips guide you up and down. He’ll let you set the pace at first, cuz it’s your reward, but don’t expect him to let you be a tease. He’s shutting that shit down real quick. You’re expected to behave from now on, remember? Don’t make him turn this into another punishment… he’s got the patience to edge you for a long time.

This is when he’ll indulge in any sort of weird yandere quirks you have. Want him to call you his? Sure thing. Bite you? Not really his thing, but alright. Grab you by the next? He does this one with a little too much enthusiasm (HE’S INTO IT BECAUSE I SAID SO).

Aftercare is filled with soft cuddles, mainly initiated by you cuz there’s no way in hell you’re letting him go. They’d have to shoot you dead 80 times and pry your cold hands off him with a damn crowbar. It takes him a bit to convince you to at least wipe both of you down, but you eventually relent at the promise of even more cuddles later.

So. Post brat-taming session, does this mean your rebellious streak is officially done? Well… that’s for you to decide. If you’re mainly just out for Scott’s affection, he’s more than willing to shower you in it. Cuz, y’know, he’s a good mentor who likes to positively reinforce the rookie. No subtext behind this whatsoever. However, if you’re a little masochist, you may find yourself acting out every now and then so he can immediately put you back in your place. He doesn’t mind reminding you at all.

The other X-Men are completely taken aback at your change in attitude. You’re no longer doing everything in your power to oppose Scott, and instead follow all of his orders to a T. Huh. How strange. Whatever stern lecture he gave you must’ve really did the trick, cuz now you’re dutifully standing at his side and even calling him sir.

… Say, what are those strange bruises around your neck?

Oh my god, you make it so hard to push the narrative that everything is completely normal between you two. Can’t you just act normal for five minutes?! Stop trying to lick is fingers in a public area, damnit!!

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oh wait I meant like yan Scott and Remy work, but this time reader will be their yandere protégé

🖤 anon

𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐄…

!!! GN reader, manipulation, Scott and Remy can’t agree how to parent mentor you, reader is little sibling-coded, mentions of physical affection, clothing thief reader, overprotectiveness, separation anxiety, they try to set boundaries with you.

RAAAAAAAAA, RATTLING THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE RIGHT NOW.

Poor fellas… don’t even know what they’re in for. The strict dad and chill uncle dynamic is back, but now with a dash of weirdo younger sibling! Again, completely uncoordinated. They lowkey sound like your two divorced dads who are trapped in a never ending custody battle over you and they don’t even realize it.

(YOU’RE SUCH A LITTLE SHIT ABOUT IT, TOO. Scott will tell you to stop climbing something, and you’ll hit him with a, “Gambit lets me climb things,” and he gets so pissed off, it’s hilarious. Then a very disgruntled Remy will track you down after suffering through a lecture about being a responsible role model, and you’re pretending to be completely innocent. “I didn’t say anything at all! I have no clue what you’re talking about!”)

But anyways. Because they’re lowkey kinda focused on undoing each other’s influence on you, there’s a huge grace period where you can essentially get away with anything. Want Scott to give you words of affirmation? Pretend to act insecure the next time Remy teases you. Want Remy to take you out for sweets? Insinuate that Scott’s been really harsh lately. If you play your cards right, you’ll have them wrapped around your finger based solely on their opposing mentoring tactics. Just remember that subtly is key; they’re extremely perceptive. Use this mainpulation tactic sparingly to keep their suspicions low.

For any sort of psychical affection, you’re gonna have to play the long game. I highly recommend going the little sibling route. Both of them have a soft spot for that endearing naïveté, so of course Scott has to give you head-pats while Remy teasingly uses you as an arm rest. It also provides a good justification for you constantly going in for hugs and hanging onto their arms. Yeah, they may find it a little weird at first, but you only do it cuz you look up to them, right? With enough time, they’ll begin to reciprocate your touches, maybe even going as far as giving cuddles!! You may find it easier to coax Remy into cuddling than Scott, though that’s not to say Dadclops cuddles are out of the question!! Scott’s just trying to maintain his professionalism (booooo, so lame).

Honestly, I think you can get away with stealing their clothes. Definitely not by going into their rooms or anything (especially Remy’s; you can’t convince me that man doesn’t have his room boobytrapped from hell and back), but they’ll practically hand you their sweatshirts or jackets for free if you act even the slightest bit cold. Just don’t expect to keep Remy’s favorite trench-coat. He’ll let you wear it, but he’s shaking you out of it like a carpet when he wants it back. Other than that, everything else is free game. Enjoy your forever growing collection! Use it well, use it wisely (i.e. making a nest on your bed. Obviously).

It doesn’t take long to figure out that Scott folds under the power of puppy eyes. As long as you keep up good behavior, you can basically wring anything out of him with the right amount of pleading. You want him to carry you around the mansion? Well… that’s a bit strange, but you’re such a little sweetheart, so maybe just this once. Meanwhile, trying to hit Remy with the puppy eyes is like hitting a brick wall. “Nice try, petit, but y’gonna have to try harder than that to convince Gambit.” Luckily for you, he doesn’t really question things as much as Scott does. You could throw yourself into his arms and he’d be like… oh, okay. Guess we’re doing this now. Cool.

If you’re the overprotective type, missions will be absolute hell for your anxiety. It’s hard to watch both of their backs at the same time when Remy usually goes off to do his own thing. You may find yourself choosing to stick by whoever looks more vulnerable, or even bouncing between the two periodically. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Scott, who will try to talk some sense into you. He appreciates the concern, but you can’t keep going off mission like this. He’ll even enlist the help of Remy, who reassures you that there’s nothing to worry about. He and Scott know what they’re doing!

That’s when you pull out the crocodile tears. You can’t help it!! You’re just worried!! What if something happens to one of them? They’re like your big brothers… you don’t want to lose them!!

If anyone say your sly smile while they each separately give you a reassuring hug, no they didn’t.

So, Scott sort of relents. You’re still expected to follow through with missions, but he at least makes sure you’re stationed near Remy or himself to help ease your worry a bit. They’d be lying if they said the extra cover wasn’t helpful. As long as you give enough room for Scott to make orders and Remy to be flashy, they’ll get used to your protective presence.

(“Slim and the Cajun got themselves a loyal guard dog,” says Wolverine.)

I think they’d eventually meet with each other to talk about your behavior. You’re obviously super attached to both of them — almost to an uncomfortable degree — and they’re not really sure what to do about it. They may not see eye to eye on most things, but they at least agree they both care about your well-being. Whatever this is… it’s unhealthy.

For now, they kind of settle on separation anxiety as the cause. It may not explain all of your weird behaviors, but it at least explains why you’re in absolute shambles when either one or both of them are away on a mission while you’re stuck at the manor. They figure the best course of action is to accommodate for you… which unfortunately means working together. Who would’ve guessed the uptight Scott and reckless Remy would actually work together?

Finally they’ve got some sort of coordination going on. As mentor-figures to you, they’ve gotta make sure you’re taken care of… without feeding into your weird behaviors (little do they know, giving you any sort of attention is already feeding into your weird behaviors). Expect them to start setting boundaries, still letting you do certain things while softly explaining why you can’t do certain things. Manipulation tactics really start to lose their edge now, so you’re shit out of luck if that was your main tool.

But don’t get discouraged!! Remember that they’re still trying to accommodate for you! If one’s away from the manor, you get to spend the entire day with the other!! While they may not be as effective as before, puppy eyes still work on Scott, and it’s not like Remy will stop being so lax anytime soon. You can get what you want out of them separately with careful enough plays.

Overall, I really like the idea of Scott and Remy slowly realizing overtime that something may be wrong with their little protégé. They don’t wanna believe it, but they’ll eventually have to face the unfortunate truth as this goes on.

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𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄

Yandere Scott Summers x GN Reader

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓: When Scott feels his authority over you — the authority to keep you safe — is undermined, he has no choice but to show a little tough love. And, unfortunately for you, he doesn’t hold back.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: platonic yandere content, strict mentor Scott, younger rookie reader, infantilism if you squint, slight intimidation tactics, argument, sparring gone wrong, technical physical abuse(?), Scott just goes ham on beating the shit out of you, all in the name of keeping you safe of course, blood mentioned, sight manipulation, sickeningly soft Scott at the end.

Cyclops goes too easy on you.

All the other X-Men know it; Wolverine and Gambit always make sure to tease you about it every chance they get. Despite all of the hard work you’ve put in since you joined the team, it’s like your field commander thinks you’re made of glass with how he opts for defensive maneuvering in sparring lessons. He’ll never throw a punch or go for the kick, instead blocking or catching whatever you throw his way. You swear he even lets you go for the take down rather than letting you earn it yourself.

It’s just so frustrating. He’s the one who keeps saying you have to prove you’re for a mission… how can you do that if he never gives you the chance? You came here to be one of the X-Men, so you deserve to be trained like one. Hell, he even exchanges blows with Jubilee, and she’s no older than you are. Meanwhile, the most you get is a slight shove or the gentlest pin-down known to man. How is this preparing you for anything out on the field?!

“(Y/N), stay focused.”

And there’s his annoyingly demanding voice snapping you out of your spiral of irritated thoughts.

The two of you were “sparring” in the Danger Room, long after everyone else left. As usual, you mentally jeered; he always has something he wants you to hang back for, because even the most trivial things need to be “corrected” in his eyes. Today, you were unfortunate enough to “push your punch,” as he put it, and now you were stuck with him until he finally deemed the problem fixed. After being forced to punch the air for a solid 10 minutes — not without his very much needed critiques, of course — you were finally back to directing your fists at him.

(At least this is a chance to take out my anger on the source, you bitterly thought to yourself.)

The mundane you-punch-and-he-blocks experience (because that’s all it is; you weren’t really “sparring”) has been going on for the past 5 minutes. You’ve gotten in some solid blows, some of them actually catching him by surprise, much to your satisfaction. But it was obvious your heart wasn’t into it, and it was only a matter of time before he noticed.

Catching your next punch in his hand, he gave you a tight frown. “Hey. Did you hear me?”

“Loud and clear,” you responded through gritted teeth. It was easy enough to twist your fist out of his grip, which only added to your vexation; he should’ve at least pretended to try.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” the older mutant retorted, crossing his arms over his chest (part of you wanted to take this as a chance to deliver a sharp kick to his side, but you refrained). “I could’ve easily neutralized you from how sloppy that blow was.”

Before your brain could catch up, your mouth spat out a loaded question; “then why didn’t you?”

“(Y/N),” he lowly warned.

“What?” It was hard to keep the poison out of your tone, but you tried your best. “I’m one of the X-Men too, you know. I can handle it!”

The visor over his eyes made his expression harder to read. All you could go off of was the bottom half of his face, and from the way his jaw tightened, you could tell he wasn’t in the mood for this. “You can’t.”

“Wh—” you were caught off guard from the pure vindication of his words, causing you to drop your fighting stance entirely. “Yes I can! You can’t just decide that!”

“I’m your leader,” he spat out, “I can decide whatever I want for the sake of my team.”

“You can’t call yourself my leader if you don’t let me on missions! That’s just unfair!” To accentuate your exasperation, you threw your arms out to the side. “Look, man. You can bench me all you want, but at least train me with the same respect as everyone—”

He was quick to cut you off. “This isn’t about respect, (Y/N). You’re just not ready for that level of training, and your performance today proves that. You’re getting lazy.”

“Only ‘cuz you don’t take me seriously,” you scoffed. Before he could say something to that, you quickly continued. “These aren’t sparring sessions. Not actually helpful ones, anyway. I mean, if you’re never gonna fight back, why even bother?! You may as well have me waste my time punching a training dummy instead—”

“That’s enough,” he snapped at you, but you only continued.

“Can’t you just hear me out?!” A frustrated groan tumbled from your lips. “I’m not asking you to drop me in the middle of a war zone, I just want you to actually train me!! At this rate, I’ll never be ready for a mission!! Please, Cyke… I wanna be trained for real!”

Cyclops went eerily silent at this. While you couldn’t see his eyes, the glare he was giving you translated quite well, causing a shiver up to go up your spine. Nevertheless, you stood your ground; you finally spoke your mind, and you weren’t going to let him intimidate you out of this. You’ll easily take an optic blast to the face if it meant getting your point across.

“… Get ready, then,” was his flat reply.

You were only given a fraction of a second to process the implication before he quickly took on a fighting stance, delivering a precise jab to your rib cage. His movements were nothing but a blur to you, the painful blow almost knocking you off your feet as you let out a shout. He gave you no time to recover as he threw his next punch, which you fortunately managed to dodge, albeit barely. A rapid procession of fists followed, and you could feel the gusts of them as you desperately tried to keep up your evasive maneuvering.

It soon became harder and harder to keep up with how fast he was moving. You eventually had to resort to blocking with your forearms; an experience you found to be quite painful. The sheer power from his punches made your bones feel like they were gonna splinter, the skin of your arms already burning from agony. One nasty hit at the wrong angle could very well break something. Surely, Cyclops was keeping this in mind, right?

The focus you had on his upper half made you completely neglect keeping an eye on his legs. This mistake quickly caught up to you when his knee collided with your jaw, the reflexive flinch of your hand being too late to stop it. As your teeth smashed together and caught your tongue in the process, his fist gave you no time to recollect yourself as it planted itself square in your nose. Stars filled your vision, your balance becoming less and less controlled. Cyclops easily took advantage of this and delivered a turning kick to your side, right in the same spot he initially punched you in.

You felt your head colliding with the Danger Room’s floor before you even realized you were knocked down.

The taste of blood filled your mouth, and you could vaguely feel some trinkling out of your throbbing nose. Weakly attempting to push yourself off of the ground, a strained grunt left your vocal cords as you became quite literally painfully aware of the aching in your arms. Just as you managed to get up on your hands and knees, a downwards force suddenly pinned you back against the floor and effectively knocked all of the wind out of your lungs. You could feel the heal of his boot against your shoulder blades. He was applying enough pressure for you to distantly worry about your rib cage, and all you could do was pathetically struggle against it.

“This is what I meant,” he coldly remarked. “You can’t handle it.”

Blood mixed with saliva dribbled down your chin as you tried to spit something back. “Th-This isn’t—”

“You’re not ready,” he interrupted, the foot he has on your back only crushing your chest further. “For the field, for the Danger Room simulations, for any sort of training that could leave you like this.”

Finally, the pressure on your back was alleviated, causing you to gasp out for air. Your vision was become fuzzy, but you didn’t dare succumb to the darkness, instead rapidly trying to blink away the splotchy holes. A wet cough from your lungs only worsened the burning sensation through your body. Below you, the floor was becoming a canvas of speckled blood, both from your nose and mouth as you desperately heaved for air.

Fight or flight was the only thing keeping you conscious at this point.

“C… Cy—ke,” you wheezed, desperately struggling to get up on your hands and knees again. “Please, I…”

“Stay down,” he warned from above you. The danger that laced his words made a shiver go up your spine, causing your movements to falter. After a few moments, however, you gingerly continued to push yourself upwards, which caused your field leader to growl out a low, “(Y/N).”

It took all your strength to ignore him; to ignore your better judgement.

Cyclops didn’t take to kindly to that.

The feeling of his hand cradling the back of your neck made your shoulders jolt, and it wasn’t long before your face collided with the ground. He kept a firm grip on your head as he swiftly maneuvered your hands to his liking, pinning one to your back against his knee and the other right next to your face. It quickly dawned upon you that struggling was futile, yet despite that, you tried anyways. A frustrated sigh left the older mutant’s lips at your thrashing and twisting.

“This for your own good,” he chided, tightening his hold on you. “Stop struggling. You’re only going to hurt yourself.”

“You’re—!! The one h-hurting me,” you snapped back. A cry of pain ended your sentence as he dug his knee further into your back.

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” said Cyclops with a low tone. He was letting you take his full body weight, and you found it increasingly harder to breathe. “Why can’t you just let me do what’s good for you? Why can’t you just let me take care of you?”

That last part rendered you completely still. Take care of you? What the hell did he mean by that? Was this seriously his idea of taking care of you? Giving you the kiddy treatment and then beating the crap out of you when you ask to be treated with actual respect?

What the hell is this guy’s problem?!

He must’ve taken your state of shock as a white flag, because the weight on your body was finally letting up. As much as you wanted to take this as an opportunity to catch him off guard, it suddenly dawned upon you just how much agony you were in. Your chest ached from your lungs to your rib cage. The nerves in your forearms felt like they were punched numb. You couldn’t even breathe from your nose and instead had to rely on your mouth (it didn’t help that the ghost of air over your wounded tongue created a sharp sting). What little fight you had left in you was rapidly depleting, rendering you completely tired on the ground.

“There,” he breathed out, the softness in his tone sounding foreign to your ears. “Just relax. Easy, now. You’re in no condition to try anything, you hear me?”

You couldn’t even muster up enough energy to roll your eyes at his coaxing murmurs. Though it pained you to admit it, he was unfortunately right; now wasn’t the time to be testing your luck. His hands slowly moved away from your head and wrist, his knee eventually following suite after a deliberate moment. Then, as delicately as he could, he peeled you off of the floor and into his strong arms. Every part of your body felt like it was on fire, and you couldn’t stop the pathetic wince from your throat.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you now.” He gently tucked your head in the crook of his neck, rubbing soothing circles into your shoulder blades. “Let’s get Beast to check you over, yeah?”

No response came from your mouth. All you could do was slump against his chest and fight a losing battle against the beckoning call of unconsciousness. His quiet coos started to sound more and more distant, and before you knew it, you were out like a light.

Cyclops goes too easy on you.

Perhaps you finally found out why.

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hihi! can i request a romantic yandere scott summers x fem (can be gn too) reader who is just naturally obedient and easy to manipulate? maybe reader's submissive personality is how scott's obsession and need to protect them started?

(and if you want, you can add smut on how scott rewards reader for always being so good while reader is oblivious to his sick nature 👀)

love your works <3

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆…

!!! 18+ THEMES, GN reader, compliant reader, Scott is a control freak, slight manipulation, brief hint of a forced relationship(?), mentions of pet-play, mentions of leashes, mentions of collars (back at it again), this honestly isn’t really too NSFW-esque but there is mentions of sex, I fucking forgot how much I hate writing warnings.

*Digs myself out of my 50+ WIPS (I’M ACTUALLY NOT FUCKING WITH Y’ALL, IT’S 56) on yan X-Men content* Hi.

I really like this dynamic in the worst way possible. Scott likes having control over every aspect of his life. I’ve already briefly touched this, but I’ll say it again; bad things happen when he’s not in control. So, naturally, he’s in leader mode 24/7. This man has no idea how not to be in leader mode — the very notion is absolutely terrifying for him — and he’s not about to hang it up for his romantic endeavors.

Should he ever have a lover as vulnerable and obedient as you? Yeah. He’s in heaven.

You listen to him. You do what he asks. You don’t talk back, or question his authoritative presence. It’s like the two of you are made for each other, entwined by a sick and twisted thread of fate; a thread he has wrapped around your neck like a leash. It wouldn’t take long for Scott to pick up on this, the dark voice in his skull he dares call a conscious screaming at him to protect, protect, protectprotectpro—

You’re unwavering, almost worrying (to anyone but Scott, that is) loyalty is something he treasures deeply. Many other people call him a control freak, which he’ll begrudgingly agree with (he’s not that dense to his own behaviors), but it still rubs him the wrong way nonetheless. It creates a weird sense of ownership over you in his head. Not in a way that objectifies you; though he may feel a sense of pride that you actually listen to him, it’s not something he parades around. Rather, it’s the same kind of ownership that one has over a pet. One that strips you of any agency or — god forbid — control. You’re too fragile for control… why don’t you let Scott take over, yeah?

I swear I’ve mentioned this before, but Scott doesn’t really go out of his way to manipulate; it just kind of happens. His main tactic — albeit a subconscious one — is his authority, and since you already follow that to a T… well, shit. Guess he doesn’t really have to do anything, huh. God, aren’t you just perfect? Too perfect for this world… and that scares him. Just a little, of course. As long as you remain a controllable variable in his life, he can keep you out of harm’s way. Nothing will go wrong because he’s a leader. He dictates the terms and executes the strategies. Everything is under control.

Everything has to be under control.

This man is obsessed with you. He inserts himself into your life as a sturdy pillar for you to lean on, offering soft affirmations that he’s here for you and always will be. It’s okay… he’s got everything covered… he can protect you, keep you safe from anything that could possibly hurt you. Don’t you want that? An unwavering constant in your life that will never let you down? Scott can be that for you… all you have to do is fall into his arms. In the most literal sense, if you can help it.

Well, you might not be willing to completely surrender to him at first. That’s okay (he thinks to himself with clenched fists). You’ve proven time and time again that you’re practically incapable of insubordination, so your hesitance must come from a place of bashfulness; he actually thinks it’s kind of cute. This can be dealt with. You’re a dependent variable, and he knows how to manipulate those. He can easily put you in a scenario that requires him to swoop in and save you, cradling you to his chest as he softly mutters, “I’ve got you, you’re okay” in your ear. Sure, he absolutely despises the idea of you getting hurt, but the ends justify the means, and he had the situation under control.

Everything is under his control.

Including your new compliance to finally fall in his arms. Again, in the most literal sense.

It wasn’t manipulation. Not in his eyes, at least. It was just a strategic move to push you in the right direction, and it worked remarkably well. He’s your reliable leader-turned-something-more, and you’re his most treasured darling he’d easily kill for. It would take a while for your relationship to actually be labeled, as Scott’s too emotionally constipated to decern his desires over the overwhelming urge to protect and have you. But after his caring words and affection touches garner the teasing of those around you — the ones that don’t find your dynamic concerning, that is — and he eventually gets comfortable enough to think of you as his partner. There’s no conversation between you two about it; he’s in love with you, and surely, you’re in love with him.

Because… why else would you be so obedient for him? You would’ve mocked and ridiculed him for being a control freak long ago, just like the others, but you never did. You listen to him. You do what he asks. You don’t talk back, or question his authoritative presence. The two of you really are made for each other, and this is what love is.

You love him enough to relinquish your control.

And that definitely doesn’t go unrewarded.

When it comes to the more sensual side of your relationship, Scott handles you with just as much care as he does outside of the bedroom. It’s all praise and delicate touches, and while he’s the one with the proverbial — or literal — leash, he does let you set the pace. Should you be more on the shy side, he’s careful to take things slow and reassure you that everything’s okay. He’s got you covered… he’s the sturdy pillar in your life, after all.

“I’m right here, love… everything is alright. Yeah, that’s it. Good (boy/girl/pet)… let me take care of you, alright?”

Like with everything else in Scott’s life, he approaches sex with strategic planning. He takes notes of what makes your back arch and pupils dilate, utilizing your preferences even outside of the bedroom to further incentivize you to behave (not that you have a history of rebellion; just remember that Scott “plan B implies we only have 26” Summers is a man of many precautions, and that includes romantic precautions). Is it generally frowned upon to get a little frisky in public spaces? Maybe. But have faith in Scott’s judgement, as he would never risk anyone finding out.

He’s got it all under control, remember?

Scott’s kinks are pretty limited, as sex is mainly centered around you, but we’d all be lying to ourselves if he wasn’t into at least a little bit of pet-play. I mean, come on. Obedience is literally the central point of this ask. What did you expect. Yes, he has a collar for you. If you’re not into it, that’s too damn bad. He’ll convince you that it’s a symbol of how much he loves and desires you. And, hey, if you wanna be the coolest person ever, wear it as an every day item. He also likes it when you kneel at his side, even in a non-sexual context, where you just have your head resting against his thigh as he goes over paperwork.

If you’re chill and funky, you’ll know to get on all fours for him the moment he says something along the lines of, “you’ve been so good today.”

But, again, sex mainly centers around you. It’s your reward for being good, so his pleasure takes a backseat to yours. It’s his responsibility to make sure you’re properly taken care of, after all. He’ll be sure to fulfill all of your desires as long as you promise to stay by his side.

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YEAH YANDERE XMEN LET'S GOOO

Anyways, I will look forward for any of your yan!x-men works. And I kinda hope for platonic mentor Scott Summers or Gambit(even if I don't see Gambit as a yandere it would be interesting to read about it)

𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐒…

!!! GN reader, dual-wielding yandere mentors, strict Scott, power abuse, manipulation, stalker Remy, no respect of privacy, the slightest bit of infantilism, I’m probably forgetting a lot cuz I’m really bad at warnings, pretty mild.

*Clutches my head like I’m taking psychic damage* AHHHHHHHH, THE VOICES!!! THE VOICES!!!! THEY’RE GIVING ME IDEAS!!!!

First off, you basically predicted one of my WIPs. Something about Scott’s base character just screams platonic yandere to me, and I probably couldn’t write a non-yandere fic about him if I tried. So!! Because I’ve already got a little something cooking with solo Scott, lemme give you the best of both worlds of your asks; yandere mentor Scott and Remy.

A dynamic like this would be completely uncoordinated. Their mentoring styles are polar opposites, and it doesn’t help that they can’t see eye to eye with each other on most things. So expect this to be a tug of war between what is essentially a strict dad and chill uncle. Scott will get done lecturing you about staying out late (he doesn’t want you dozing off and getting lazy during missions, that’s all!!), only for Remy to whisk you away on a late night patrol (with ice cream as a treat!!).

To fully understand what you’re dealing with here, let’s do a quick rundown on both of them on an individual level.

Scott: Overbearing as fuck. He might start off as harsh and borderline brutal, constantly singling you out and critiquing everything you do. Should anyone raise concerns over this, he’d be genuinely confused. He’s not treating you differently from the other X-Men!! You just need a little more tough love, that’s all!! He sees your potential and wants to bring it out of you so you’re ready for anything and everything!!

It would probably take a near-death experience on your end for him to finally soften up on you. He’s still strict as hell, don’t get me wrong, but at least he’s more encouraging than berating!! But now he keeps you glued to his side during missions. And doesn’t let you go on missions he’s not on. And only allows you to train with him. And starts getting more involved with your personal life. And basically keeps you on a tight leash with everything.

He definitely abuses his authority as field commander to get you to behave. Don’t wanna listen to him? Fine, you’re sitting out for the next couple of missions. What’s this? You think it’s unfair? If you won’t listen to him now, then what good are you in the field, huh? He’s only doing this to make you a better team player!! Now go to your room and think about what you’ve done.

Remy: Extremely hands off. The word “mentor” is used loosely when describing him, as he really doesn’t see himself as such. All he does is makes sure you don’t die on missions, gives you profound life lessons, then goes on to contradict that life lesson with some reckless move (text book example of a do as I say, not as I do kind of teacher). His laidback nature makes it easy to confide in him, and he’s always happy to lend an ear to his petit!

Meanwhile, his yandere side kind of runs counter to this. Yes, he’s extremely lax with you, but only because he knows where you are 24/7. There are trackers in all of your clothes so he can check in on you periodically. Not because he doesn’t trust you!! He really doesn’t give a shit what you’re up to as long as you’re not doing drugs or whatever. There’s just this nagging fear in the back of his mind that you could be in danger, and he wants to make sure he can save you in time. He also has a habit of snooping through your things; again, not because he doesn’t trust you, he’s just curious and has no sense of privacy when it comes to you (and also because he likes to leave behind little trinkets for you to find later).

While I don’t see very many situations where he resorts to this, it’s best to keep in mind that Remy’s a master manipulator. If you’re up to something he doesn’t particularly like — maybe you have a crush on someone he doesn’t deem worthy… which is just about everyone — he’ll easily talk you out of it, playing whatever card he feels necessary. There may be the slightest bit of infantilism (“you’re too young for mushy romance, petit!”), but nothing too heavy handed; he mostly does it to tease.

Okay, with that out of the way, let’s get back to their dynamic.

As said before, they don’t really work in tandem with each other. They just kinda coexist as your two mentors that constantly butt heads with each other. Scott sees Remy as a bad influence on you, and Remy basically does everything in his power to spite Scott. What’s this? Did mean ol’ Cyke lock you in your room? Good thing Gambit’s next lesson is to teach you how to pick locks (but that does not mean you can sneak out and do your own thing. Stay where Gambit can see you, damnit). It pisses Scott off to no end and Remy thinks it’s hilarious.

Now, there’s a very slim chance that they come to some sort of understanding. Sure, Scott has a stick up his ass and Remy is a bit reckless, but they at least share a common goal of keeping you safe. This is when they start (begrudgingly) working together, with Remy turning a blind eye whenever Scott oversteps his leadership role while Scott checks in with Remy for your current location. They’re absolutely not best buds with this setup, but they’ll at least tolerate each other for your own good.

They’re kinda like your divorced parents in this set up.

But, again, the chances of this happening are very slim. Scott will do everything in his power to keep you away from Remy’s influence, and Remy doesn’t trust Scott enough to agree to “sharing.” It would probably take a dire situation for them to work together. Just as a one time thing; it wouldn’t be permanent.

Overall, I love this dynamic. It helped me visualize a yandere Gambit better (despite him being my favorite, I wasn’t sure if I could hit him with my yanderefication beam), and of course I’m gonna write the X-Men’s resident yan-dad. I wanna write more so bad.

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You're literally so fucking disgusting (said with absolute joy).

Anyways, which of your silly little comic book yandere men are into petplay? And are they puppy-owner-coded or kitty-owner-coded?

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒: 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘-𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑…

!!! GN reader, petplay, can be translated as romantic or platonic, but the innuendos are 100% intended, collars, leashes, mentions of punishments, slight manipulation, drugging, I channeled my inner pet for this.

*Pulls out my 3 hour long slideshow* I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED, ANON.

First off, all of them are into pet play if I have a say in it. You will never catch me obsessing over a character I either can’t see collaring me or wearing a collar for me. So, really, this question boils down to if they’re a dog or cat person, LMAOOOOO.

Second, they all could go either way, honestly. These are just my personal thoughts on what they might gravitate towards. If you’re a certified puppy, don’t you worry, cuz the kitty enjoyers will love you the same, and visa versa.

Now let’s get started.

Bruce Wayne: I ALREADY CAN’T FUCKING CHOOSE, FUCK. My first instinct was to gravitate towards kitty-owner, but then I thought about his need to have some sort of physical tie to you (cuz he totally keeps you chained or handcuffed to him, DON’T FUCKING QUESTION ME), so he might be a puppy-owner for the sake of keeping you on a leash. Either way, you’re totally his little lap pet while he works in his office. Petting you gives him the strength he needs to finish all his paperwork. Also, everything you own is bedazzled to hell and back, from collars to toys. He likes to spoil his beloved little pet, okay?!

Clark Kent: I’m gonna go with puppy-owner. He might carry you around like a cat, but that’s only because carries dogs around like cats, too (that’s what happens when you have super-strength; everything is just so carry-able). Absolutely talks to you in that babying voice every dog-owner uses. “Who’s a good pup? Who’s a good pup?? You are!! That’s right, you are!! Aww, look at you!!” It might be annoying, but you better get used to it if you don’t wanna be locked in your uncomfortable cage while he’s gone. He knows you hate it, which is why he hates it, but it’s the only way to get you to behave!! Be his good pup, won’t you?

Dick Grayson: Very much leaning towards puppy owner. He’s all for training you into his loyal pup who follows him everywhere. Also lowkey talks down on you cuz you’re just a cute, dumb puppy!! You don’t need to be thinking big human thoughts!! Let your loving master take care of everything, okay? Ah, ah, ah! Silly, pup! You’re not supposed to speak! Now get back on your hands and knees… puppies don’t walk like people do, remember? Or does he have to get a little mean to remind you? You don’t want that, do you? Yeah, didn’t think so. Now sit… good job!! Why don’t we give you a treat, hm~?

Hal Jordan: Another one that can go either way. Honestly, though? The more I think about it, the more I’m digging kitty-owner Hal. There are so many ways this could go that it makes my head hurt. Is he a condescending owner? “Poor little kitty… got something to say? Hm? What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Or a soft owner? “Such a pretty little kitty… did you miss me while I was away? Yeah? I’m so sorry, sweetie.” What about one of those cat-dads that started out as we-are-not-getting-a-cat and ended up getting totally attached? “What do YOU want? Huh? Whatcha up to, pusscat? AYE!! Get off of the couch!! Come on, you know better.” The possibilities are endless.

Jaime Reyes: You know, it’s kinda weird. I see him as a certified puppy by default, yet as an owner? He’s kitty-adjacent. You’re just the cutest kitty-cat ever, he can’t help but keep you as one!! Definitely gets one of those bell collars (with a cute bow on it!!) for you. It helps ease his anxiety whenever he hears it jingle. Better be a cuddly kitty, cuz he canNOT keep his hands off of you. Poor guy’s always on the verge of a panic attack at the thought of you running away. It’s a common occurrence for him to pull you into his lap, eyes shining with unshod tears as he quietly asks, “you’ll never leave me, right?” If you don’t want to sit there awkwardly while he hyperventilates, I suggest you be kind and nuzzle into him.

Remy LeBeau: 100% kitty-owner. Expects you to greet him at the door when he comes home. “Y’miss me, minou? Yeah… Gambit missed you, too. C’mere.” Whether you like to admit it or not, he gives the best scratchies. He’ll have you lay against his chest for hours, softly petting your head as he listens to your rhythmic breathing. Absolutely sits you on the counter while he cooks so he can feed you small morsels as a little treat!! Every chef has to have an adorable sous-chef, no? Oh my god, he is just so soft that it makes my heart melt. You’re his precious little kitty and he’ll never let you forget it!! Just don’t be up to any trouble, okay? He may be gentle, but he also knows how to punish naughty kitties.

Scott Summers: Puppy-owner puppy-owner puppy-owner pupPY-OWNER— you bet your ass he’s training you to be the perfect little puppy. When he’s through with you, you’re gonna be the most obedient pup around. Don’t get me wrong, he’s actually a very soft and sweet master!! Gives you tummy rubs, praises, and even treats (when you’re good). However, when it comes to obedience, he’s absolutely the no-nonsense type. Do not test him; the literal leash he has on you is short for a reason. Disciplinary Scott is a very scary Scott, so I’d suggest you start acting right if you don’t want to get the cruelest punishment ever. “That’s right. Be a good little pup for me. You know what happens to bad puppies. Behave.”

Tim Drake: Have you met him? Kitty-owner for sure. He wants a lazy kitty that’ll sleep in his lap whenever he works (read: he wants to drug you so you’re constantly lethargic and can’t run away from him). Be prepared to be a weighted blanket, cuz he loves when you lay on top of him. Whenever you wake up, he’ll always be the first thing you see. “Good morning, Kitty! Sleep well? C’mon, it’s breakfast time!” Does NOT let you do anything for yourself (not like you’ve got the energy to, anyway). He loves to take care of his cute little kitty!! Also, has about 3,000 photos of you on his phone so he can look at them when he’s away. He just misses you, okay? You’re all he thinks about on patrol!!

Wally West: The puppy-owner thoughts won. He wants a happy little pup to pounce on him anytime he comes home!! Oh… you don’t wanna do that? Well, it’s okay!! He’s very good at training disobedient mutts. A quick word of warning, you do not want to trigger his stern mode. He’ll dish out the most cruel and devious punishments, all with the “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” attitude. Soft and sweet owner Wally is where it’s at. Loves to make you do tricks and give you treats afterwards!! He can get a little condescending and tease you, but it’s all done out of love! Unless you’ve been bad. Then it’s completely intended to be malicious. But you would never be a bad pup for him, right? He loves so much and spoils you rotten, why would you ever be bad? Come one, now!! Walkies time!! If you don’t tug on the leash, he’ll give you a big reward!!

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Hi!

Would Platonic Yandere! Scott Summers ever manipulate reader? Or just fully or subtly infantilize them to keep them safe? Or maybe even gaslight them?

To him it would just be like oh I’m doing it to keep you safe of course even if I am making you rely on me but I don’t want you to realize this :)

(Sorry if this is a crappy ask I haven’t gotten a chance to really get into X - Men and the idea was really only half formed when i submitted it)

(Ps why does Scott kind of lowkey give off Platonic Yandere! Dick Grayson vibes? No just me? Ok 🥹😂)

HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️💙💙💙💙

⭐️anon

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍…

!!! GN reader, manipulation (shocker), strict Scott, control issues, Dck Gryson cameo, accidental infantilism, accidental gaslighting.

X-Men content is like a drug. I was dragged in by ‘97, then started watching the OG cartoon, then started picking up the comics, and now look at me. My life is ruined. Run while you still can.

Scott’s manipulation completely comes in the form of abusing his leadership position. He’s not afraid to threaten you with disciplinary action as the field commander of the X-Men, even if it’s over something as little as you not wanting to abide by his made up curfew. If you wanna be an X-Men, then you have to listen to him both on and off the field. How can he depend on you if you don’t, huh?

Scott has to be in control. Bad things always happen when he’s not, so the thought of not having you — someone he views as a sibling, or even his own child — under wraps is absolutely terrifying. Yes, it might seem like he’s being a total prick to you, but this is just what all of the trauma over the years has done to him. He can’t really help it!! Please respect his authority!!

He just wants to keep you safe… please let him keep you safe…

Now, I usually imagine the reader to also be an X-Man when it comes to platonic Scott. But if that’s not your cup of tea, then the whole leader thing kind of falls flat. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t hold the same commanding presence, however. “Because I said so” is his main go-to for manipulation (if you even wanna call it that), and he’ll say it in the same tone he uses against Wolverine or Gambit whenever one of those bozos are acting up. He’s older and wiser than you, and that obviously means he knows best. Why are you questioning him?

As for the Dick Grayson comparison… not gonna lie, I’ve thought about a Nightwing/X-Men collab idea before, but that’s beside the point. Dick has a full arsenal of manipulation tactics at the ready, one of them being the more stricter, no-nonsense angle that may be reminiscent of Scott’s. But whereas Dick likes to metronome between any and every possible manipulative strategy out there, Scott pretty much only has one. And it’s barely a conscious decision, either. Should he ever have to actually think about manipulating you, he’s actually feel pretty guilty about it before convincing himself it’s for your own good.

Infantilism is less of a manipulation tactic and more of a way he shows his love. He is 100% convinced you’re just a little baby and doesn’t find it weird at all to treat you as such. His delusional ass will absolutely carry you around in his hip and think you’re the crazy one for not liking it. There might be a little gaslighting in that regard, but definitely not heavy-handed or on purpose. You’re an adorable little thing… don’t all adorable little things like to be carried? Huh… weird. Maybe you’re just not used to it.

All and all, while he’s sharp enough to see through most forms of manipulation, actually executing it is another story. This man is way too blunt to be charming and too emotionally constipated to lean harder into his softer side. Heads up: there’s a chance you may walk in on him reading books on parenting.

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could we see some romantic yandere Scott summers x reader. I have been obsessed with the x-men lately and I need more content

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒…

!!! Controlling behaviors, mentions of PDA, slightest bit of possessiveness, Scott doesn’t believe in boundaries, scary Scott, manipulation, delusions, mentions of murder.

Oooooooh, this one got me to think a little. I honestly haven’t written a purely romantic yandere in a while, so let’s see what we’re dealing with.

First off, forget about personal space. That doesn’t exist when you’ve capture the affection of a man like Scott. Expect there to always be an arm around your shoulders or waste, a hand on your back or thigh, and a shit ton of kisses. He’s not afraid of PDA, so be prepared to be absolutely disgusting to everyone around you. It’s more cuz he can’t fight the urge to touch you than to show that you’re his, but he’d be lying if that last part wasn’t a bonus.

If it was up to him, you’d be wearing his clothes 24/7. You just look so cute in his shirts and jackets, not to mention your scent being left behind on everything, too. He absolutely steals your dirty clothes just to smell them. Especially on the off chance you’re on a mission without him. It’s like he has withdrawal symptoms when you’re away, so expect him to practically attack you as soon as you’re back. Will kiss and cuddle for hours on end, don’t you dare test him.

Absolutely controls everything about your life. What you eat, what you wear, who you hang out with, what you can and can’t do... if it’s within his power, he’s taking over. He sometimes acts more like your parole officer than your lover, literally acting like you broke the law if you cross him. And honestly, in his book, you have; what he wants is basically the law. How can you do this to him, huh?!

Oh my god, please don’t keep secrets from him. Not only does he always find out, but he is absolutely terrifying when he’s pissed. You may find yourself fearing for your personal safety when you get into fights, with how he yells or roughly grabs you by the arm. Don’t worry, though. The last thing Scott wants to do is hurt you… unless if it’s absolutely necessary, but you’d have to really fuck up for it to come to that. Once he’s calmed down, he’s back to the docile cuddly Scott that’s way less scary. He also has this weird “it’s my fault that it’s your fault mentality,” which basically means that every argument is your fault, but he blames himself for not properly conditioning you to follow his every command, so part of it is still his fault, too.

A big part of Scott’s delusions surrounding you is that you’re the picture perfect couple. He’s always wanted to live the picket fence life and is a big lover boy at heart, which is why he likes to do romantic gestures like buying you flowers, picnic dates, candlelit dinners, murder, leaving little notes around the mansion for you to find… wait a minute. One of those is not like the others. Oh, yeah! Scott would totally kill for you if needed. It runs counter to the morals of the X-Men, sure, and in any normal circumstance, killing is a no-go. But he prioritizes you over anything and everything else, so if there’s even an inkling of a threat to your safety, he’s going in with fists clenched and visor blazing.

Two of the biggest advantages of having yandere Scott as your lover is that he’ll do whatever you want (as long as it fits within the parameters of his rules) and you’ll forever have scary dog privileges. While you might not have a lot of personal freedom, there are some loopholes to getting your way. You just gotta shower him in your affection and talk sweetly enough. Compromises will probably have to be made, but it’s better than nothing.

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So I mentors Scott and Remy and there can we assume older sisters Jean and Rouge?

𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐗…

!!! GN reader, telepathic manipulation, overprotectiveness, mentions of comas, sickeningly sweet Jean, trackers, stalker Rogue-ish, infantilism, hints of Scott/Jean and Remy/Rogue (we all know Jean and Rogue wear the pants in their respective relationships and it lowkey shows here).

My eyes have been opened to a world of possibilities I didn’t even know existed.

If you’re someone who doesn’t take well to overbearing and strict yanderes, you may find yourself wondering why you would even bother sticking around Scott (cuz, y’know, you still think you have a say in the matter). The answer is simple: Jean. She comes and talks to you whenever Scott accidentally says something too harsh, softly assuring you that he didn’t mean any harm… he just has a hard time showing he cares! Don’t worry, dear. Jean will talk to him for you, and then all three of you can see about doing something fun later, okay?

She’s just so kind and considerate… it makes you forget she’s a telepath that can easily manipulate you into compliance.

Her and Scott are like the Yandere power couple. One’s an authoritative presence that can keeps you in line while the other offers you honey-sweet consolation afterwards. If you ever find yourself in any trouble, Jean can easily pinpoint your location for Scott to absolutely annihilate whoever or whatever the threat is. Though keep in mind that Jean isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty, too. The only reason Scott throws all the punches instead of her is merely because he’s quicker to get his blows in. Should it be a situation where Scott isn’t there, Momma Jean is handing out comas like it’s the damn Oprah Winfrey show.

“I’ve got you, dear,” she’ll coo at you while stepping over a catatonic FOH bigot. “It’s okay. I’ll always be here for you.”

AND ROGUE, MAN. She finds you to be the cutest thing ever. Of course she’s gonna help Remy mentor you!! No one is even allowed to tease you including Remy, much to his chagrin when she’s around, unless they wanna fear for their own personal safety. She’ll be like, “WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING,” and if you flinch, she immediately switches up to the soft voice like, “oh, not you, sugah!! :)” and then it’s back to chewing out the poor soul who thought they could fuck with you.

She would definitely compliment Remy’s mentoring style well. I can see her chaperoning your little late night patrols, acting as a semi-voice of reason should trouble arise, but not actually stopping any of shenanigans afoot. As long as nothing happens to you, she’s pretty much your chill vodka aunt that bickers with Remy like they’re an old married couple. There’s kind of a mini feud between them to see who can shower you in the most love and affection, so expect a lot of gifts and physical contact.

Of course, like Remy, Rogue wants to know where you are 24/7. She’s privy to the tracking devices in your clothes, though she doesn’t check it constantly like Remy does, as she makes it a habit to always be near you. Mission assignments and direct orders have no effect on her; she’s gonna keep you in her line of sight no matter what anyone tells her. And of course this helps out Remy’s anxiety significantly. Rogue is basically the only person he trusts to keep you safe in his stead, so knowing she’s somewhere near you helps him breathe easier.

Now, there’s this weird contradiction in her own philosophy with you. As opposed to Remy’s “they’re just a petit trognon,” she likes to think of you as a big kid… in a very infantilizing way. It’s almost akin to a parent validating their 7 year old’s yearning for responsibility, where she wants you to believe you’re in control while still obviously babying you in the process. Of course you’re old enough to go to the mall on your own. But Rogue wants to go with you!! Not as a chaperone; you don’t need a chaperone, since you’re a big kid, right? It’s just that Rogue also wants to go to the mall!! For totally separate reasons, sugah!! Promise!!

I definitely see her and Jean doing this. They wanna create the illusion of treating you with respect but never actually giving it to you. For Jean, it might actually fly under the radar when considering she’s basically the Team Mom™ to begin with, not to mention Scott’s overbearing strictness possibly overshadowing her own weird behaviors (a little telepathic manipulation here and there also helps out). But in Rogue’s case, it may be a little more conspicuous. Her normally rough exterior completely melts when it comes to you, since you’re just the sweetest little thang ever!! She can’t help it!!

All four together are a wild ride. You have your strict dad, sweet mom, chill uncle, and batshit crazy aunt, all mixing together into this weird cacophony of accidental coparenting. While Scott and Remy don’t really get along with each other, I actually think Jean and Rogue would easily come to an understanding. They both think you’re adorable and want to viciously tear apart whoever wants to lay a finger on you. A completely normal common goal!! Jean will hand you over to Rogue like, “be a good dear for auntie” while preventing Scott from lunging at Remy with her telekinesis. This is just so fun, the five of you are a dysfunctional family that all of the other X-Men are forced to watch with absolute horror on their faces (and they don’t even know the full extent of how weird it is).

I’m so soft for this idea. I wish I could get darker, but I yearn for the comfort of Momma Jean and Taunty Rogue, SOBS.

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no platonic yandere scott goes hard af, like it seems very natural lol, he is almost like a classic dad figure thing idk

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐃…

!!! GN reader, overprotective Scott, strict pseudo-parenting, mentions of discipline, lowkey delusional behavior cuz he thinks he’s actually your dad, intimidation, mentions of murder.

He is the textbook definition of a dad (and a very uncool one, according to the rest of the X-Men). Wears polos and khakis, listens to 70s classic rock, grunts anytime he stands up, the whole nine yards with his “I will turn this car around” headass. And I think we can all agree he’s a helicopter dad, too. He wants to know what you’re up to 27/4, who you’re hanging out with, who their parents are, phone numbers, work numbers, addresses, everything.

If you wanna be independent, good fucking luck, cuz Scott would attach you to his hip if he could. Also doesn’t help that he controls everything you do. No, you can’t hang out with so and so. No, you can’t wear that outfit. No, you can’t go alone. No, you can’t be out after dark. No this, no that, basically no to anything and everything because he said so. And don’t you dare talk back to him. He’s not above taking heavy disciplinary action. He’ll give you something to cry about alright.

Deadass pulls out all the classic parenting lines and doesn’t even know it. “You know, when I was your age…” “you’ll understand when you’re older,” “don’t you slam that door!!” He says this shit to the rest of the X-Men, too, so it’s not just you who’s stuck hearing it. Poor Gambit has probably heard “feet off the table” more times than anyone in the mansion.

He may or may not actually believe he’s your dad. It’s not his fault, he’s just built like that!! It’s only natural for him, okay? He doesn’t even try to hide it, either. Hit him with the “you’re not my dad,” and he’s immediately shooting back, “stop acting like a child and I’ll stop acting like your dad” (that’s a lie. He’ll never stop). No one really questions it, cuz they know Scott is Scott, and there’s nothing they can really do about it. Sorry, kid. Half of them have to deal with his nagging, too. You’re on your own.

Oh my god, don’t even bother having friends outside of the X-Men. He’ll intimidate the shit out of them and scare them off. Those brave enough to stay call him Mr. Summers, sweating bullets as he stares them down in all his 6’3 glory. At this rate, you can basically forget the possibility of dating. That’s a can of worms you do not want to open.

Does this all sound like hell to you? Good, cuz that’s exactly what it is. But it doesn’t have to all that bad!! Just listen to what he tells you and it’ll be fine. Dadclops has you covered, kiddo. Don’t worry about anything!! He actually lowkey comes in clutch whenever you need it. Anyone giving you a hard time outside of the mansion? Consider them dealt with. Getting peer pressure into doing something you don’t want any part of? This man is running stoplights for you. Is there even the slightest hit of trouble afoot? Scott would literally murder for you, just point them out so he can fry their ass.

TLDR; get him a #1 Dad mug and he’ll be in absolute shambles.