have you tried not being a mutant

Fuck You Logan, Fuck You

Warning: cussing, SMUT, orgasm denial, UNPROTECTED SMUT (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Daddy kink and handcuffs, if i forgot something let me know

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x reader, Remy LeBeau, Bobby, Rogue, Charles Xavier

A/n:This took me what feels like forever to write. It seems I can never do a fic with Logan without Remy in it. This is the longest smut I’ve written (4428 words, HOLY SHIT) and I really hope I did Logan justice. Plus thank you to @a-lonely-string for the inspiration for this since we were talking about him over the past few days and @petlaufeyson for recommending another song to add to my smut writing play list, IT REALLY HELPED. If you’re not a Logan girl, after this you may be one. Sorry not sorry. If anyone has anything negative about this, COME TO ME or FUCK OFF! I didn’t edit this because I tend to do it while I write.

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Originally posted by such-ass

NOT SORRY FOR USING THIS GIF ^^^MY INSPIRATION^^

Part 1 Part 2

               “Fuck you Logan. FUCK YOU.” You stormed off towards your room in the mansion. You lived in the mansion longer than Logan did and you sure as hell lived just as long as he has. You both were pretty much immortal but lately he didn’t think so. At the moment you hated him, you hated him because you were trying to do your job. A job that you do pretty damn well, might you add, but still. He tried to prevent you from saving a group of young mutants before the government tried to kill them. “Fucking Logan. God, he pisses me the fuck off.”

               “I haven’t heard such a beautiful woman talk like that, Cherie.” Remy stood at your door looking in at you as you stood there in your uniform pants and your black lace bra.

               “What the fuck do you want, Rem. Can I try to relax before you start trying to flirt with me?” You looked at him. You were pissed and he could see it.

               “What did he do this time?” He tried to step closer but all you did was growled at him, making him stop almost all movement. “Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in surrender. “He must have done something stupid to turn such a kitten into a lion.” He was still going to try to flirt with you. Knowing what your abilities were. Super human strength, shift into a feline (ranging from cat to lion), healing like Logan, and everything that comes with being a feline.

               “Really Rem. I swear he thinks that just because I’m a few years younger means I’m fucking fragile or something. We both are mutants, right?” You look up at him as you walked over to your dresser. Remy nodded his head as his answer. “Why can’t he see that I’m a big girl and don’t need daddy fucking me over every fucking chance he gets.”

               “The two of you should just sleep together and get it over with.” He smirked at you as you pulled a clean pair of panties and a huge shirt from your dresser. Tossing them on your bed.

               “You know what Rem, fuck off. Better yet, go the hell away so I can try to relax.” Remy shook his head and turned from your room and walked down the hall, probably to go flirt with one of the other teachers or bug Logan. You didn’t care, you just wanted to relax.

               You walked into your bathroom and opted to run a bath instead of a shower. Dealing with a man that healed just as quickly as you and a temper of a five year who had their candy taken from them, you needed a bath. You added some bath oils to the water that you knew would help with your muscles and your stress levels. The smells of lavender, blueberry and a hint of sugar cookie (a slight weakness of yours) filled the room. You stripped the rest of the way down, tossing the rest of your uniform into your room landing somewhere with a thud. Not that you cared at the moment.

               You slipped into the relaxing hot water and leaned your head against the back of the tub. You relished in the heat sinking into your muscles and the scents that filled the room helped you start to relax. You had managed to let your eyes drift shut as you laid there, calming and finally relaxing.

 

*Logan’s POV*

 

               “Fuck you Logan. FUCK YOU.” (Y/n) stormed off, her ass looked amazing as she did. ‘God, get a grip with yourself Logan. She now hates you.’ I walked into Charles’ office.

               “She doesn’t hate you, Logan. She’s just pissed, give her some time then go talk to her.” He didn’t even look up from the papers on his desk. “If you stopped treating her the way you do. You two would be the perfect team again.”

               “How I treat her. She almost got killed.”

               “Do you honestly think that will happen, Logan?”

               What the fuck was he talking… Fuck she has pretty much the same mutation as I do. I’ve been a dick for no damn fucking reason.

               “I take it you realized something.” He looked up at me and smiled. “Like I said, give some time to cool off and then go talk to her.” I nodded my head and walked away.

               I walked up to my room, closing the door behind me I stripped off my uniform and pulled on something comfortable. I walked down to the kitchen, food sounded great at the moment. Gambit was sitting at the table with looked like his cards.

               “What the hell did you do to our little kitten that she would nearly scratch me?” He kept messing with his cards as I dug through the fridge. “The two of you should really fuck and get it over with. The sexual tension between you and Cherie is driving most of us insane.” I placed some food on the counter and looked at him. “Don’t look at me like that, Logan. You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

               “We had to rescue a few groups of kids and she tried to throw herself in front a small group of kids but I pulled her back and I took most of the blast, which apparently pissed her off. I totally forgot her mutation is like mine.” My gaze dropped to the food in front of me.

               “Now that somewhat explains why she was pissed. From the sound of it, you tend to do that a lot.”

               “What do you mean from the sound of it? What the hell did she say?” I looked up at him, getting pissed again.

               He got up from his seat and walked towards the door. “She said something like she’s a big girl and not needing daddy fucking her over ever chance or something like that. I couldn’t pay much attention, she was standing there in half her uniform and a black lace bra.” I don’t know why but thinking of her calling me daddy was a bit of a turn on. Thank god for the counter in front of me.

               Before I could say anything, he was out the damn door. God, she was going to be the death of me but first I need to see what (Y/n) meant when she called me daddy. I could feel the smirk on my face. I sat down and ate my food, giving her some time to cool off.

 

*Normal POV*

 

               You felt better now that you were able to relax. The water had cooled off to the point it was getting cold. You sat up and got out of the tub then quickly dried off. You loved that the bath relieved your stress but you knew it would never fix the problem know as Logan. Thinking of him right now caused a headache that you didn’t need or want. You stepped out of your bathroom and low and behold, guess who’s sitting on your bed. Logan. You groaned at the sight of him leaning against the back of the door. His big muscular arm crossed over his broad chest as he just stood there with his eyes now trained on you since you opened your bathroom door.

               “UGH, what the fuck are you doing in my room?” You didn’t pay notice that he was now looking you over. “Did you come to fuck up my night as well, Logan?” He smirked at you. ‘Why the hell was he smirking?’

               “I came to apologize for earlier.” You looked up at him with shock.

               “Wow the infamous Wolverine wants to apologize.” You rolled your eyes at him as you walked over to your bed, his eyes followed your ass as you walked. You could feel him staring at you. What you weren’t expecting was that he stood up straight and walked over to you. You were facing your bed when you felt his hands on your hips.

               “Yes, sweetheart, I’m trying to apologize. I admit I don’t do it often.”

               “But?” You had a bit of sarcasm in your voice and he clearly heard it.

               “There is no buts the only but I want is yours.” You turned around and looked into his eye. You almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Remy told me what you said earlier.” What did Rem tell him? He leaned in and placed his soft lips to your shoulder. “The only fucking over Daddy’s going to do is fucking you over and over tonight.” Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as your mind was piecing together what was happening. Of course you’ve thought of riding this man like the beast he is or how amazing it would feel to have him coming at you from behind. You bit your lip in hopes to hold back a moan.

               You let your hands travel up his arms until they reached his shoulders. Your fingers started playing with the hair at the base of his neck as you felt his teeth against your neck. You moaned as he bit down harder. You instantly ripped off his shirt, gaining a growl from deep in his chest. His hands traveled down to the backs of your thighs. He mumbled jump against your neck and you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. You instantly felt how hard he was and ground down on him causing you both to moan. One of his hands slid up to your ass and gave it a rough squeeze, pulling a loud moan from your lips as your head fell back. He laid you down on your bed then stepping away from you. He walked over to your night stand and opened the top drawer, he was somewhat shocked to see a pair of handcuffs in there but he knew you well enough that you had a few kinks up your sleeve.

               “Logan.” He looked down at you with a half-smile.

               “Nah uh, you get to call me daddy baby girl.” You had to rub your thighs together, the way he sounded when he spoke made you wet. He reached down and grabbed your hands, raising them above your head and cuffing them to your head board. To say you were shocked would have been a lie, you were more turned on more than anything.

               “So, daddy, how long have you thought of doing this?” You tried to keep your voice seductive especially with the word daddy. You saw him twitch under his sweat pants. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight before you.

               “You have no idea baby girl.” He smirked down at you as he walked to the end of your bed. He stood there for a moment, admiring how you were laid out for him on your bed. You looked up at him, admiring his hard chiseled chest. You bit your lip as seductively as possible in hopes he would do something. He gave you a slight smirk before he dropped his sweats and crawled half way up the bed. You felt his breath on your legs as he crawled up. You thought you knew what he was going to do but it didn’t happen. He peppered kisses along the tops of your thighs and from time to time he would bite down on your soft flesh, pulling soft moans from you. At times you thought he would bite hard enough to draw blood, not that you were complaining. His hands slowly worked their way up your thighs, slowly pushing them open so he could see every inch of you. Logan let out an animalistic growl once you were completely open to him.

               He let himself be taken over by animal instincts and dove into you. His tongue made contact with your clit, making you moan loudly and causing you to pull at your restraints. Your head fell back against the pillow as he inserted a single finger. Moving it slowly in and out of you, dragging the pleasure out as much as possible. You bucked your hips up which caused him to lay his other hand across your lower abdomen pinning you in place. You needed more friction than what he was giving you.

               “Daddy” You softly panted out softly, causing him to look up at you. “If you don’t pick up the pace, I’m not going to have to explain to Hank how a pair of Vibranium handcuffs broke.” He eyes went full blown with lust. He added another finger and started to pick up the pace, quickly.

               “Is that better, baby girl?” He smirked up at you as you threw your head back on a loud moan. Your back arched off the bed as his lips attached themselves back onto your clit. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as his fucked you with his hand. He took his fingers away causing you to whimper at the loss but moaned even louder as he slid his tongue into you. The pleasure was almost unbearable, he could tell you were close. “Cum baby girl. Cum for daddy.” With that your body shook, your orgasm raking through your body like a tidal wave. His tongue was buried deep inside you, lapping up everything you had to offer. Your body had become sensitive, you felt every hair on his face against your legs. You moaned softly as he gave you one last lick before making his way up your body. Kissing and biting along your stomach and all around each breast. Taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it pulling wanton moans from your lips. His hands slid up your body, one taking your lonely breast while the other laid on your hip. You felt want and need build back up as he took your other nipple into his mouth. He mumbled something about being a good girl. He continued up your chest to your collar bone, nibbling along the bone and up the side of your neck. He sucked on your neck, leaving dark spots that would soon fade. “You’re such a good girl for daddy.”

               His hand slid up and into your hair, pulling it back hard causing your head to snap back and a moan escaping your lips. You felt him twitch against your thigh, a bead of pre-cum slipped from the slit and was spread across the top of your thigh. You raised your hips slightly, grinding up against him pulling a groan from him. Logan pulled back from your neck and gave you an evil smirk. He repositioned himself where if he was to grind down, the head of his cock would push against your clit. Then that was exactly what he did, pulling a loud moan from your lips. You bucked your hips just to feel the pressure against your clit again, making the man above you groan as he drops his head.

               “Daddy please.” Your voice was breathy.

               “Please what, baby girl.” His voice was low and husky which only made you need him even more.

               “I need you.” He looked down at you releasing your hair and gripped himself. He lined himself up to your core and slowly pushed in. You moaned at the sensation of being stretched. You dug your nails into his shoulders as he continued to push into you. His head fell to the crook of your neck as he bottomed out, groaning at the sensation of you completely surrounding him warm and tight. He stayed still for a moment, causing you discomfort was furthest from his mind. “Fuck.” Panting as you bucked your hips up, taking him in even further. He took this as a sign as to start moving. He pulled back, leaving the head of his cock inside you then slamming back into you. You screamed in pleasure as you pulled on your restraints. This only spurred him on, fucking you harder and faster. Suddenly he pulled out, causing you to whine at the loss of him inside you. “What the fuck?” You barely able to breathe out.

               “I’m planning on taking you in more than one position, sweetheart.” His voice husky as his breathe fanned over your skin as he uncuffed you from the headboard. You sat up and as you did, Logan managed to get both your wrists behind your back and cuffed them in place. You looked up at him in disbelief while he just smirked down at you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and your legs instantly wrapped around his waist. He walked you over to your dresser and sat you on top, pulling your ass to the edge then sliding back into you. You both moaned loudly as he slammed back into you. His hands gripping your hips as your head falls into the crock of his neck, your lips found the skin there and your teeth bit down hard causing him to thrust harder into you. You swore the force he used would cause the dresser to move but it didn’t, you were extremely glad that the dresser didn’t budge as Logan fucked into you.

               You felt that knot in your stomach grow tight again. Winding tighter with every thrust, with every sound that fell from his lips. You were closer to cumming this time and he decides to pull out. You groaned in protest and whimpered in loss of him again. He had a wicked smirk on his face and you knew right then you were in for a long night. He instantly flipped you over, your chest was now lying flat on top of your dresser. He spread your legs a little then gripped your hips with a bruising force causing you to whimper. Your head laid on the dresser as you looked back at him, sending him your own smirk.

               “Don’t get too comfortable being in charge right now Daddy because once these,” you wiggle your cuffed hands, “I’m going to show you just who’s in charge.” Just then he slammed into you from behind causing you to scream in pleasure. God, he felt fucking amazing inside you.

               “Is that so, baby girl?” His breathe fluttered against your ear. He started thrusting in and out of you as his grip tightened slightly, causing you to moan loudly with every thrust. You felt one of his hands leave your hip and tangled into your hair, pulling back slightly making your sounds echo off the wall in front of you. That was when you felt a sting on your ass. You whimpered when he spanked you again. You bucked your hips back causing him to go deeper than ether of you thought was possible. Logan growled as he started to really thrust into you. You were quickly reaching your high again, you were starting to contemplate on begging him for release. With one final hard thrust, Logan stilled for a moment. You could feel how hard he still was and you knew he wasn’t done with you. He pulled out of you, again. Without a word, he picked you up and carried you back to the bed. Setting you down on your knees. You looked up at him slightly confused and panting. All he did was kneel down behind you. You felt his hands on you, one on your hip and the other on your shoulder. He gently pushed you down so your shoulders were on the mattress and your face felt the cool sheets of your bed, giving you some relief to your over heated skin. He then pushed into you again. You were starting to get sensitive and moaned as he slid in. Your arousal was dripping down the sides of your legs and all over him as he began to thrust into you again. You managed to force your ass back as he thrusted forward causing him to moan loud. The sounds of skin slapping skin, his moans and groans, and the sounds you were making filled the room. Logan was getting close to his release and so were you.

               He then did something that you were expecting, he uncuffed you. You smirked as you moaned with pleasure as he fucked into you. Your hands landing on the bed and you pushed yourself up. With the added leverage of your arms, you threw yourself back into him. You heard him swear as you started taking control of things. You started to thrust yourself back into him and you felt him stop moving. You kept this up for a while, his hands landing on your hips as you fucked yourself on him. Before he could register what was going on, you pulled yourself off him whimpering slightly as the feeling of being empty surged through you. You turned and looked at him.

               “I told you Daddy, once the cuffs come off I’m gonna show you who’s in charge.” You smirked at him as you pushed him onto his back. You climbed up onto him, biting into his neck as you grabbed his cock and lined him up to your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, causing him to grip your ass tightly and a string of cuss words falling from his lips. You released his neck as you sat up, moaning at the action. You raised up slightly and slowly moved back down. Logan’s head fell back onto the bed, he was going to burst at any moment and you knew it. So you decide to take mercy on him. You started to move a bit faster, every time you would roll your hips or raise up you would do it harder and faster than the last time. You ran your nails down his chest. Anger red lines followed, some even bleed a little but healed quickly. You felt the knot in your stomach get tighter and you knew you were close to your peak with the sounds that Logan was making he was too. You ran a hand down your body and started rubbing on your clit with the perfect pressure. Your orgasm raked through your body, hard. You came on a scream of his name. You clamped down hard on him, pulling him over the edge with you. His nails digging into you as he shot himself into you and started to fuck up into you, prolonging both of your orgasms. You leaned forward, placing your head in the crock of his neck. One of his hands slid up your back and stopped at the base of your neck, holding you to him as you both came down from your highs.

               You slowly and carefully raised yourself up and off of him then flopping onto the bed next to him. He placed a kiss to the top of your head before he got up and walked over to your bathroom. You faintly heard the sink turn on then off. Logan came back with a washcloth and cleaned you up before laying back down next to you, pulling you back into his chest. Your hand rested on his chest and you started to mess with his chest hair. He started carding his hand through your hair and your eyes started to droop. Moments later, the both of you fell asleep.

               The next morning you woke up still in his arms. To be honest, it was the best night’s sleep you ever got. You barely managed to get out of the bed without waking Logan, you knew he was a bear to deal with when he is woken up before he woke up himself. You relieved yourself before pulling on a pair of panties and a large shirt that you think you stole from Logan on a mission a few years back without him knowing. You slipped out of your room quietly and made your way down to the kitchen. Remy sat at the table along with Bobby and Rogue, all of them with smiles on their faces.

               “You guys seem to be in a good mood this morning.” You looked at the clock on the microwave, seeing that it was only 9 in the morning.

               “We are.” Remy got up and walked over to you. “How did you sleep last night, Cherie?” He leaned in close to your ear.

               “I slept great last night, Rem.” You smirked at him as you moved to make yourself a bowl of cereal.

               “Oh really, Cherie? Mind if I ask why?” He smirked back at you.

               “I’m not telling you, Rem. You don’t need to know.” You grabbed the milk from the fridge and poured some over your cereal. You grabbed a spoon before walking over to the table and sat down next to Rogue. “Besides, it won’t stop you from flirting with me.” Rogue giggled and Bobby rolled his eyes.

               “Really?” Remy cocked his eyebrow at you. “Have you seen Logan? He is normally up by now.”

               “I have and I’m not telling you where.” You chuckled as you ate your breakfast.

               Logan walked into the kitchen in his sweats from last night. You were so glad that you both heal quickly, you didn’t need Remy giving you an even harder time than he already does. Remy looks at him then back at you and smiles. It was like something clicked in his mind.

               Once you finished your breakfast, you walked over to the sink where Logan just happened to be. You felt his hand on your ass as you placed your bowl in the sink. Bobby and Rogue got up from their seats and left. Remy still had a smirk on his face.

               “You two finally did it, didn’t you?”

               “What makes you think that, Rem?” You looked up at him and you couldn’t keep a smile off your face.

               “Finally!” He grinned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving you and Logan alone.

               Logan pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned up and placed your lips to his. He squeezed your butt causing you to squeal a little.

               “You know, I’m glad that Hank sound proofed my room.” Logan looked down at you almost confused. “You couldn’t hear a stadium full of fans screaming in my room.” The look of confusion faded into a wicked smile.

               “You mean we can do last night all day?”

               “Since it’s Saturday and there are no classes to teach, yes.” As the last word barely left your lips, Logan threw you over his shoulder and walked you back towards your room.

To be Mutant

Leonardo (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: I had to Google Translate the request, because I don’t know Spanish, but I hope you like it babe!! <3 thank you for the complement too

Prompt: “Hello, I must say first of all that your shots are very good, my respect for it. Second, I would like if you can make one with Leonardo x reader, this being a mutant. First of all, Thanks. Postscript: great work.” @hemera281

Word count: 695

Warnings: Swearing, ANGSTY AS FUCK

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


Becoming a mutant wasn’t in your life plans. You were supposed to have the ‘American Dream’ if you will. Marriage, kids, nursing homes, the whole shebang.

But that changed one night when you walked into what looked like the smuggling of illegal substances.

You would’ve passed the alley just fine, if you didn’t make a sound. But your phone went off, and alerted the men in masks of your presence. You tried to get away, but your clumsy self tripped over canisters and landed on the floor. The canisters knocked a crate, with the substances and poured all over your body.

 A furry body, cat ears and a tail to match.

 When you woke up, you were in a strange place that smelt quite horrible. The sewers, with 4 mutant turtles and a rat. Little did you know, that becoming a mutant would be the reason you met the love of your life. He was tall, handsome and quite the charmer. Leonardo. You didn’t keep track of how long you had been together, but who needed to when everyday was a dream?

 Unfortunately, today was more like a nightmare. You’d been arguing because you took Raphael’s side in an argument. To be fair, the red-clad turtle had a point about the TV show you were watching. Leo got very jealous, very quickly and the arguing escalated to him telling you that he wished he never met you.

Obviously, he instantly regretted what he’d said, and tried to bring you into his arms to apologize, but your stubborn self shrugged him off, fighting back tears as you left his room. Before you left, you turned to him with tear-filled eyes.

“You say Raph’s the hothead, I think you need to reevaluate that conclusion.” Sniffing, you slammed the door and made the way to your own room (Master Splinter insisted that you couldn’t room with any of the boys) and slammed that one too. You pushed a door to the handle and collapsed on to your bed.

 Why did you have to become a mutant? Why couldn’t you just stay the way you were? You were happy. Right?

 Who were you kidding? This was the first place where you felt like you actually belonged, and now you’ve come to find out that they don’t even want you hear. You could hear Leo and Donnie talking outside the door, and Donnie moving him further away.


Mikey knocked on the door when it was dinner, saying they were having your favorite food. How could you resist? You moved the chair and went out, not caring that you had tear stained cheeks. You picked up a portion and walked back to your room, you didn’t care about the ‘No Food In Bedrooms Rule’ at this point. You closed the door behind you, and were going to sit on your bed until you realized Leo was sat there.

 “Can you not go all ninja on me? For one second?” you grumbled, sitting on a chair in the corner of the room.

“Look [Y/N], you know I didn’t mean it baby. I’m sorry.” You then looked up from your food to see his blue eyes staring into your glassy ones. “Please [Y/N]. Forgive me.”

“You really hurt me you know.” You mumbled with little to no emotion. You just stared and nibbled at your food, your appetite now disappeared.

“I know [Y/N] I know. I just, I let myself yell at you like I do Raph, and that wasn’t fair. Please I’m sorry. I love you.”

“Go get me more of this, and you’re forgiven.”


X-Men Masterlist

Imagines


One-Shots & Smut (*)

Charles Xavier x Reader

Invisible | Charles Xavier x Reader *smut*


Erik Lehnsherr x Reader

Coming? | Erik Lehnsherr x Reader


Logan Howlett x Reader

Beautiful | Logan Howlett x Reader *smut*

Bub | Logan Howlett x Reader

Coffee Blues | Logan Howlett x Reader

Drink the Pain Away | Logan Howlett x Reader

Yes Logan Howlett x Reader


Gif Imagines


Alex Summers x Reader

Charles Xavier x Reader

Erik Lehnsherr x Reader

Hank McCoy x Reader

Kurt Wagner x Reader

Peter Maximoff x Reader

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Imagine going on a mission with Angel. At night …

Imagine the X Men making fun of Hank because …

Imagine having a shower and …

Imagine being Logan’s girlfriend and he saves you from …

Imagine Logan had to tell you something but you …

Imagine being Erik’s daughter and he discovers that you’re …

Imagine Logan accidently scratching you during …

Imagine going to a party and Charles Xavier tries …

Imagine Erik and Charles both having …

Imagine being shot with metal bullets and Erik …

Imagine Angel and Nightcrawler both having …

Imagine getting cringey when Logan …

Imagine when Erik attacks Washington, you push …

Imagine Charles accidently reading your mind and …

Imagine the new mutants spying on you and …

Imagine telling Charles that you …

Imagine Erik and Charles telling Logan to …

Imagine being Logan’s girlfriend and Erik …

Imagine getting a new bedroom and when you …

Imagine being Erik’s sister and he …

Imagine Erik and Charles fighting over you

Imagine helping Alex with his powers …

Imagine Hank and Charles helping you …

Imagine Charles trying to …

Imagine Logan showing you his …

Imagine being the only person who Erik …

Imagine Peter asking you to …

Imagine Erik describing you in …

Imagine being Hank’s new …

Imagine you and Logan …

Imagine bringing a homeless cat and …

Imagine Peter asking for your advice …

Imagine getting new X-Men suits and …

Imagine Logan, Erik, Hank and Charles spying on you when …

Charles Xavier x Reader Headcanons

Requested by: @sharknadoslut


- The two of you have a lot of mental conversations, but he knows when to read your mind and when to stay out

-Being his number one distraction but also the only one that can relax him when he gets too wrapped up with work and mutant/human relations

-Becoming friends with Erik and Raven, but not having the trust in them that your partner does.

-Dropping in on his classes and having Favorite students of your own

-Snuggling up in his lap and pressing kisses to his neck and jaw

-He tries to be serious but you can bring out a downright goofy side of him and he’s never smiled as big as he does when you’re around

-Arguments that flare up and end with the two of you not speaking for a bit, but one of you always caves because you miss each other and apologizing

-He surprisingly initiates most affection and isn’t opposed to PDA

-He gets!!! So jealous and its so cute and fun to tease him about it even though he will deny it

-Refusing to leave each other, even in life or death situations

-The safety of your partner is number one priority for the both of you and you will always make sure the other is covered

-Telepathically sending you dirty thoughts when you’re out in public to tease you

-Really cheesy stereotypically romantic dates

-Having endless patience for you and working through any rough patches thoroughly to have a healthy connection

-Having conversations until the one of you falls asleep

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Originally posted by absinthundblut

He could sense something was wrong, someone was hurt. Xavier moved around his office trying to pinpoint the pain, looking out the window he saw something peculiar. The roses in the garden were blooming, roses don’t bloom in winter. 

Just as he was about to call someone into his office a thought entered his mind from someone else “Help me” it was so quite, so tired. Contacting Storm with his mind he told her someone was outside that needed help.

Running outside Storm looked around, noticing the Rose bushes she walked towards them, finding someone laying down on the ground underneath them. “Hey, hey, who whats your name?” she said softly while noticing the blood on your chest.

You open your eyes to look up at the white haired woman. “y/n” you whispered your name.

“Alright y/n, lets get you warm” you heard someone else walk up to you, but your eyes were too heavy to open.

Waking up, you look around the room, noticing that it was daylight now you sat up. “Hello y/n” turning you see a man in a wheel chair. “What happened to you?” you could feel him searching your mind, so you showed him. You had heard about the school when you tracked down another mutant in your neighborhood, he told you where it was and you decided to go there. But you made the mistake of not being careful enough, someone overheard you talking about the school and they hunted you down in an alleyway and tried to kill you, using your powers you fought them of, but not before they cut you with their knife.

You don’t have to worry about being hurt here y/n, you are safe now.” You could tell he was telling the truth. Maybe you finally found a home you could be yourself in, maybe you could be happy.

1980s MUTANT POLITICS starters (made with @ourburden)

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  • “we didnt have any mutants where i grew up”
  • “the brotherhood has a point”
  • “we are the world? more like, we’re humans pretending to care”
  • “can i touch it?”
  • “did you hear about the riot?”
  • “if sally ride can do it, i can too”
  • “they’re calling for our ‘extinction’ in the news”
  • “lennon was shot today. rumor has it he was one of us.”
  • “they treat us like we’re weapons”
  • “congress is looking into cairo”
  • “i’m not a mutant, but i’m an ally”
  • “does it hurt?”
  • “first woman in the supreme court, think they’ll ever have a mutant too?”
  • “polish solidarity? when will we have mutant solidarity?”
  • “reagan doesn’t care.”
  • “no way chernobyl was an accident. definitely a cover up.”
  • “it’s nothing but a witch hunt”
  • “nothing they can do will make a difference”
  • “you saw what they did in tienanmen. they can do that to us.” 
  • “magneto was right!”
  • “i finally feel beautiful.”
  • “oh, i think mutations are cute”
  • “i’m tired of being afraid”
Drugs & Candy

Characters: Wolverine x Reader

Song: Drugs & Candy – All Time Low

Words: 500+

The sweetness of you on my tongue I breathe you in, you fill my lungs A bitter taste, surrender waste Another weakness.

You and me are like drugs and candy Take one down for the young and easy You’ve got me out of my head I fill this space in your bed I got the beat of the breakdown, breakdown You and me are like drugs and candy And I don’t wanna give it up

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Charles Xaviers!daughter- Part 2

could you maybe write a part two of the imagine where charles’ daughter has magnetism powers? maybe her training and bonding with her dad or something?

hi!! can you maybe write an x men imagine where the reader is charles’ daughter (maybe with the magnetic powers) and can’t control her powers yet so she has a nightmare that she’s hurting people, especially her dad with them and he gets into her head and calms her down?

Part 1


Erik stayed around for a week to teach you the ropes before he left to do whatever deed it was that Erik had planned. Your Dad had really stepped up to the plate, helping you harness your magnetism and learn how to control it.

“Ok Y/N,” he said as you stood outside with him with a table of dull knives in front of you, “concentrate your mind and get a knife through each target.” You pressed two fingers to your forehead and looked at one of the knives focusing on it. Slowly it levitated up until it was to your eye level. You looked ahead to the first target and sent the knife flying with your mind. One by one you sent knives flying until your mind was tired and you couldn’t do anymore.

“One more thing to do and then we are done,” you Dad told you. “See that,” he pointed at the large metal bike that sat across the yard. “Move that over here.”

“I can’t, Dad. I’m exhausted.”

“You have to push yourself, Y/N. Try it.” You focused on the bike but couldn’t even get it to move. You pressed your fingers against your temple and tried to move the bike again but nothing happened. You sighed in anger and pointed at the bike trying again to lift the bike towards you. It gave a little shake before it stopped moving and you felt exhausted. “I can’t do it, Dad.”

“You tried and that’s what counts. Now let’s go get some dinner.”

“Dad,” you asked as you two walked inside. “How’d you get so good at teaching people how to control their powers?”

“I’m not quite sure. I was a graduate assistant for a few of my professors so I guess that aided me. But everything I am today I taught myself. I guess I was just meant to be a teacher.”

******

You stood by Erik, both with your metal hats on, and watched the havoc that was being spread around you by your and Erik’s mutant soldiers. The fought and killed those to tried to stop your forces and you watched as kids you knew from your father’s school were brought down by your soldiers.

“Y/N,” you turned towards the voice in the chaos and saw your father. “You don’t have to do this.”

“My name is Alkali. Y/N is dead,” your now cold voice rang out to your Dad. “I don’t have to, I want to. The world is ours not the humans,” you yelled.

“I won’t let you do this,” he said.

“Then you’re part of the problem,” you sent a car towards your father and watched as he disappeared under it.

Watching the scene before you rattled your mind but you were unable to wake yourself up. You were stuck watching as this new you wrecked havoc and you couldn’t do anything to stop it. “Open up your mind, Y/N. Let me in,” your Dad’s composed voice came back into your head. “What your seeing is not real. Calm your mind and wake up.” Slowly your Dad coaxed you awake and you felt the tear stains that had marked your cheeks. “Dad,”  you cried out when you saw him by your bed and threw your arms around his neck. “I had the worst dream.”

“I know, it’s ok.”

“Did you see it, though. Did you see my dream? I was killing innocent people Dad. I killed you,” you sobbed.

“It was all a dream, Y/N. You don’t have an evil bone in your body and I know you’d never harm me.”

“What if I turn out like Erik?”

“You’re my daughter, I know you. You’d never turn out like him.”

“You believe in me that much?”

“Always. Never forget that. Come on,” he said heading towards your door.

“Where are we going?”

“For a late night snack. I stashed your favorite ice cream at the bottom of the freezer.”

anonymous asked:

18 for Alex Summers please? I'm in the mood to feel pain.

18: Last Kiss.
A/N: This contains spoilers for X-Men Apocalypse. :)  What i like most about this one though is you never know when your last kiss is going to be your last one? That’s what makes it painful? :)))

Originally posted by pietroh


“What do you mean you’ll probably be late for dinner?” You asked Alex as he threw a jacket over his shoulders, snuggling his arms into the holes before his blue eyes caught hold of yours from across the living room. Shuffling in front of you, his blond hair was tucked behind his ear for a moment as he plucked his sunglasses off the coffee table that was between the two of you. He puffed his chest and chuckled ever so slightly, walking across the room and craning his head down to press a hot kiss against your forehead. You leaned towards it. His affection was something you doubted that you’d get used to. Alex sensed this, letting you have one more lingering kiss to your forehead before brushing back some of your hair.

“The Professor wants,” Alex stopped there and reworded himself, the hand in your hair now brushing some out, “Needs to go see Moira Mactaggert. I’m driving. We’ll probably stop at the School…” You nodded in understanding, “I’m only saying I’ll probably be late, because hey, I may be on time. I’m good with timing.” His voice was cocky and playful.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” You glanced up at him, patting his chest slowly. Alex tensed up, barely, but enough for you to notice. You knew the stories about Cuba. About the destruction he could cause, and how trouble seemed to find its way into his life, no matter how much he tried to avoid it. Your words were nothing but a reminder to him that there were consequences in this world. That, being a mutant, wasn’t a walk in the park, and things weren’t seemingly getting better. They were also an assurance. You loved him, and this was something that helped him incredibly. And this was something Alex was eternally grateful to have in his life, for he knew so many others who weren’t as lucky as he was.

“No promises,” He whispered to you, cupping your face with both hands. “You know me.”

“I know you a little too well.” You joked, watching with amusement as he snorted out a sarcastic laugh before grazing his lips against yours in an attempt to entice you for an actual kiss.

“Wait for me tonight, I shouldn’t be home too late.” Alex shot you a charming smile, peppering his mouth against yours before planting a firm kiss. In your words, you would call it firm, but to Alex, it was gentle. It was something the two of you were working on, for Alex had strength he knew about, but yet, couldn’t control at times.

It made you chuckle sometimes. It was like a big dog, that doesn’t know how big it actually is.

“I’ll wait, promise.” Giving him one more gentle and feathery kiss, this time to counter his rough peck, “Be safe.”

You never knew waiting could be such hell.

Don’t Fall in Love (Peter Maximoff)

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

A/N: I wrote this imagine awhile ago and just rediscovered it. Don’t forget that requests are open.

Warnings: None


You had warned him over and over again, told him to stay away from you. But, with him being his stubborn self, he ignored you. You fascinated him, spiked the curiosity in him, with your beautiful, flowing hair and captivating eyes, it only pulled him in even more. He didn’t care about your dark past or how easily it would be for you to break his heart. He liked living on the edge, and you, you were the closest to the edge he had ever been.

He knew as soon as he laid eyes on you, that you would be the one who broke him. You had this aura that surrounded you, it gave off a sense of authority and dominance. You were a mystery to him. One day you had just appeared, no one knew where you came from or even what your mutation was. There were rumors of course. One of them was that you could kill someone with just the touch of skin. Others claimed you were some sort of spy, but no one could explain where or who you spied for. The very last one was that you were severely out of control with your mutation and that’s why you were never seen outside of class. He didn’t believe any of this though, he believed that you were just a difficult puzzle that only he could solve.

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Spiderman comic Sentence Starters
  • “ One scientific mishap, and hours later I’m sewing a costume.”
  • “ But it’s not the same thing! All these years–I’ve done my best to make up for that! I’ve wore this suit–gone out there and put my life on the line again and again! But no matter how hard I try– –people– –die! ”
  • You say you don’t want the responsibility? Guess what? People like us…we don’t get a choice.”
  • “ Life sucks sometimes… but it’s always worth living.”
  • I just dropped by to congratulate you on a perfect record! So far you’ve been 100 % wrong about me!”
  • “ I need a place to change! A phone booth–? Nah! Even I’m not that corny! ”
  • “Have no fear! Spidey is here!”
  • Now don’t get the feeling that I’m mad at you… It’s just that I hate anybody to skip around town in a jazzier costume than mine! ”
  • Why is it that every time I’ve ever tried to get my life together–it almost always ends up with me being late for school? ”
  • I’ll never leave you again. Never. Never. Never.”
  • “ I will find them. And when I do–I’m going to kill them. ”
  • Still, shooting the mutant with a healing factor probably wasn’t the best use of your arrows. You’re just going to make him…mad.”
  • “ H-Have t-to admit, though…I’m s-starting to wish I’d b-been bitten by a radioactive p-polar bear.”
  • “ Thanks for the heads up "mystery girl”. In fact, thanks for all of ‘em. We made a pretty good team.“
  • "You can’t arrest me. I’m the good guy”
  • Stand back and, above all, ignore my girlish scream of anguish – because this is gonna hurt. ”
  • I’m a firm believer that every red-blooded American kid should start his day with a half-pound of sugar, magic marshmallows, and a spastic leprechaun who wants to steal your breakfast.”
  • “Spider-Man – Get the name right, willya?! Sheesh!”
  • “Except the dignity of knowing I never carried a man-purse.”
  • It just feels weird, after all these years working outside the "system.”“
  • "I like to take as much blame as I can whenever I can. Don’t take that from me. It’s the only joy I have.”
  • “That spider that bit ya must have been one whiny spider.”
  • “Yep. We’re naked”
  • “Ugh, that is so me it’s not even funny.”
  • “I can’t believe I’m saying yes to this. Who can say no to you?”
  • “And yet you talked trash when I showed up late.”
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Warning: None
A/N: Very small drabble I promised a year ago (when I hadn’t watched all the movies, but now I have so here it is, way too late, but well!)
Request: Would you write a Charles Xavier x Reader? The reader is human but supports mutants, she’s a close friends to Eric, because she defended him once.


“Still haven’t heard of him”, you asked, stepping inside Charles office. He sat at his desk, obviously lost in his thoughts and an a hand through his hair.

“No”, he sighed.
“You could use Cerebro, you know that.” As soon as the words had left your lips you knew that it had been an useless attempt to ask him.

You were just worried about your friend, worried whether he was safe, or what he was about to do. Neither Charles, nor you had heard from him in almost a year now.

“I promised I won’t look in his head”, Charles said, taking a deep breath. “However, these aren’t new worries. We shouldn’t think too much about it now.”

Nodding you stepped a little closer and walked around his desk, leaning against it as soon as you stood right next to Charles.

“I still find it so fascinating that you even can look in people’s heads.” He looked up at you and smiled amused. He knew that you – in contrast to many other people – loved watching his students learn and grow. One of the reasons you even started teaching in Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters.

You were pretty much the only human around, but you were what you’d like to call, the first step of integration, of the living together of mutants and humans. You were teaching Literature and History, whereupon you always tried to convey as much about the important mutant events as about history of humanity. Even though there weren’t so many yet. You liked to tell your students that it was up to them to write their own history.

And even though you sometimes had to listen to some comments about not being a mutant, you loved your students, you loved this school and most of all you loved Charles Xavier.
“Thank you again for letting me teach here”, you said, for what must have been the thousandth time, but still, you just loved it.

“You’re just trying to get me into bed”, he chuckled, and you couldn’t hide the smirk that was forming on your face.

“Oh, I got other ways to do that”, you said, bending down and pressing a light kiss against his lips.
“But now”, you whispered, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb, “I have a history lesson.”
You kissed him again, gently biting into his lower lip, and smirking, as a deep groan escaped his lips.

Winking at him one last time you stood up, and walked out of the door.
You just entered your classroom, as you heard his voice resounding in your head.
“You really think you can tease me like this and don’t expect me to get back at you?”

Uh oh.



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wildtsukai  asked:

● being cyber-bullied / attacked online (very curious to how someone who may not be very good with keyboards would respond...

“Hey, Todd, have you seen the… what’s up?” 

The blue mutant had come up behind Todd, resting an elbow lazily on his shoulder while he tried to draw his attention from the computer. But one look at the other’s face and he knew something was wrong. 

“Todd?”

Ace!Warren Worthington iii x reader

Warren always brought pleasure to those he had sex with, and don’t get him wrong, he felt pride in that. But he never felt the same.
He didn’t swim in bliss like them, he didn’t even care for it, it felt wrong to him. But if someone else was happy, then maybe he was actually doing something right. And after whoever he spent the night with had their fill of him, they left or made him leave. After all, that’s all a mutant freak like him is good for, from what he was made to believe.

But once he found himself at the mansion, it was different. Sure, he still got flirted with, he still got the same lust filled looks, but he decided he wasn’t going to be used like that here, not anymore.

So he shied away from them and like a moody lost dog, he followed The Group around.

They were accepting and welcoming of him, even after the apocalypse ordeal and that’s when he met you, his angel.

Warren followed Kurt around, hands tucked within his leather jacket’s pockets as he allowed Kurt to happily drag him along, the friendly blue elf excitedly talking about his friends and how happy he will be here at the mansion, Warren though didn’t smile, even though he felt much more welcome here. Instead, giving a fake huff and acting as though all of it annoyed him. (which was easy to see through, due to Warren’s curious gaze looking at everything they passed) and finally after Kurt’s tour of the mansion his eyes lit up as he pulled Warren through the grass to where his group of friends sat underneath the willow trees, talking and joking with each other.

When they reached the group of teens Kurt happily introduced Warren to each of them while he awkwardly stood behind Kurt, shuffling uncomfortably as he told Warren each persons name.
He recognized most of them, Jean smiled at him, Jubilee waved happily and grinned at him, introducing herself and pulling Kurt down to sit beside her, Scott glanced at him and nodded before starring at Jean again, Peter was too busy eating twinkies and complaining about his broken leg nonstop to pay Warren much attention,

Then Warren saw someone he didn’t recognize, you definitely weren’t at the battle.

He would’ve remembered you(no he is not a creepy elephant memoried stalker birb). You smiled at him, a kind smile, something he wasn’t used to(besides Kurt’s happy sincere smile about everything which was honestly starting to get on his nerves)

You moved your bag and patted the grass next to you for him to sit. His wings ruffled unconsciously as he went to stiffly sit crossed legged next to you, still not sure what to say or if he should even speak to anyone. (afterall, who knew what grudges they could all be harboring after the Apocalypse ordeal)
After a few moments of listening to the chatting between your friends you noticed Warren’s complete silence and took your attention away from your book.

You leaned over to him and quietly, as to not disturb your friends conversation, said Hi to him, offering your hand to shake and giving him a kind smile.
Warren was surprised that you willingly decided to talk to him, he could feel his face heat up and swallowed thickly due to the attention you were giving him. It felt nice, if he was being honest. But gave only short answers to each of your questions, and you didn’t pry.
It was nice, he thought, having people to talk with, instead of just be used by or told to fight, then left and be forgotten till he could be of use to them again.

Out of all the mutants at the school, and everyone in The Group, you made the most effort to include him in things, you always invited him places.

And if he tried to stay a grouchy bird in his room? No. You weren’t having it. You’d pester him and give puppy eyes until he gave in, or try literally pushing him out of his room (futile efforts because he’s huge and built like an angelic god, but he thought you looked adorable)
He knew he couldn’t deny your requests anyway. You were just too nice to him, he couldn’t refuse you anything.
You were the first person to truly enjoy his presence. Even if he didn’t say much, you still liked talking to him and walking with him through the halls.

Whenever he got hurt you’d be right there next to him in no time, patching him up or dragging him straight to the infirmary and scolding him, telling him to be more careful.
Warren was in awe at the sight, you actually looked truly worried about him as you cleaned the small wounds.

No one had ever done that for him before.

Warren knew he loved you, he fell for you in no time and was happy his heart was in your hands. But Warren still didn’t want to try and start a relationship with you though, what if you didn’t like him and it was all an act?
Or what if he did, and you left him once you knew the real him, or somehow it was all an act for sex? Warren couldn’t take it.

No matter how ridiculous the possibilities sounded, he couldn’t get rid of such thoughts.

So he didn’t do anything even though it killed him, with every sweet smile and kind act from you, he fell harder. Soon his feelings became obvious though, he would always blush and stutter around you or become a complete loss for words. Jean and Jubilee would giggle at how cute it was, but Peter and Scott, they wouldn’t let it go no matter how much he scowled at them or puffed his wings and threatened them.

You on the other hand, were getting annoyed with Warren’s obliviousness.
So one afternoon, sitting in the grass next to Warren under the swaying willow trees,(a regular activity of you two) your leg brushing against his.
After you’d finished the small flower crown you carefully placed it on his head, smiling at his rosy cheeks as he muttered a quiet thanks.

You rolled your eyes and pecked Warren’s cheek changing his pink tinted cheeks to a full blown, bright rosy red blush as he stared at you.

You acted as if nothing happened and twisted flowers into his soft white feathers instead. After that incident you started giving him more quick kisses, whether on his cheek or forehead, and holding his hand in the halls(never did he live without a bright blush and a stunned little smile) and he couldn’t deny you affection. He loved you, and everything about being with you. Soon he just gave in.

One night laying in bed, you curled into his side with your head on his chest and his wings cocooning you both in softness and warmth he decided to tell you.
You were always understanding to everyone else, maybe somehow if you wouldn’t hate him for it.

And he told you. About how he felt, about all of his past, and his feelings about having sex. He was crying within no time. As you just held him tightly in a hug, trying your best to comfort him and listened intently. He was hunched with his arms around you, his face buried in your neck soaking your shirt with tears. He waited for you so say something, anything, some kind of response. He couldn’t help it, he was terrified of you leaving him, of hating him and saying he was a monster But you only smiled and told him you loved him.

Warren stared at you in disbelief, you couldn’t be serious right? There was something wrong with him. More wrong than being a mutant, he was broken or sick SOMETHING and he waiting for you to tell him, but you never did, ever. You kissed him gently and wiped away his tears.

You cuddled his close to you, and kissed so soft and lovingly and made him feel completely loved. Never making him feel like a monster, you never pressured him into anything. You accepted him for who he was no matter what. You always loved him, and always will.


(I didn’t know how to end it I’m sorry for all of this and please, any feedback would be highly appreciated :) I have no clue what I’m doing.)

Originally posted by verpissdiiich

Alex Summers x Reader - It Will Be Okay

Prompt: 33. “Stop talking about the past, I could be dead in a matter of hours… make me up a future.”
Requested By: anon
Word Count: 502
Rating: PG
Warnings: language, death mention

Tomorrow was the day. You were all going to go to Cuba and fight Shaw. It was terrifying, laying in bed next to Alex knowing that both of you could be dead by tomorrow. Alex was so calm, too calm, about the whole situation. You knew it was because he had experience in these kinds of situations, but you were so goddamn scared.

“Alex. I can’t sleep.” You whispered. The clock read 2 am and you both had to be up at 7.

“Yeah, doll. What’s up?” He mumbled, pulling you closer to him. How were you supposed to tell your boyfriend that you were scared to do the one thing everyone has been preparing for? Part of you wanted to get up, pack your things and leave with him. But you knew you couldn’t do that. This fight it wasn’t just for humans, it was for saving the whole world.

“I-I’m fucking terrified.” You told him. Alex opened his eyes at your words. He knew how nervous this whole thing made you and he hated seeing you so anxious. Alex sighed, pressing a kiss onto your neck.

“Everything will be okay. I promise.” He smiled. You knew how hard Alex was trying to keep you calm. He understood feeling scared of the future, but he was even more scared of forgetting the past. Someday, he could not have you by his side and that was what terrified him.

“What if it isn’t? What if Shaw wins? We’re mutants, but does that mean he’ll spare us? Shaw doesn’t have the reputation for being the kindest man.” You let all your worries come out. Alex held you even tighter.

“We’ve trained hard. We will win this. Good doesn’t always win, I know that can be scary. But this time I know it will.” Alex insisted. You nodded and tried to let your thoughts dissipate, but they just wouldn’t.

“You know you’re an amazing girlfriend? I remember when I met you and how scared I was of my powers. You taught me to open up. I remember how long it took me to ask you out and I remember the day you found out you were a mutant too. I-” You cut him off before he could finish.

“Stop talking about the past, I could be dead in a matter of hours… make me up a future.” You mumbled, turning over and snuggling into his chest.

“Well, after we win tomorrow, we’ll com back here. We can help Charles start the school and we can teach classes. I’ll teach something stupid, like gym, and you can teach English or something cool. One day, I’ll propose and we can have a kid of our own. They’ll grow up here and never have to live in fear of themselves. Our future will be amazing.” Alex explained it to you. He felt your breathing slow and looked at your sleeping figure.

He kissed you on the forehead before mumbling a soft ‘good night.’

Everything would be okay.

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Sweet Love

For @justelisaslife thank you for requesting this though I’m not too sure I did it justice :) Hope you like it anyway!

Fandom: X Men

Characters: Raven (Mystique) x Y/N

Word Count: 684

Request:  Could u write an one shot where the reader is just a normal human being. But Mystique meets her in a pub and sees that Charles talks with you , so she gets a little bit jealous and comes over them. And like the scene in the movie one of her eyes starts to change the colour (golden) So Charles wants to leave but the reader exactly knows what mystique is so she wants them to stay. Maybe you could also do a time skip where both of them are together and mystique and the reader are at home and mystique whispers sweet things in the readers ear. Hope it not to long ^_^

How can you tell a guy in the nicest possible way that you really aren’t at all interested in him? (Y/N) thought sourly as she was quite obviously being hit on my the man who had just bought her a vodka. Sure, he was cute, she knew that, but he really wasn’t her type. “It is simply fascinating.” Charles Xavier said again and she resisted the urge to role her eyes, this guy couldn’t even find his way to a good pick up line. She didn’t want to be mean, he was clearly a nice guy, but…

“You keep saying that.” (Y/N) laughed, he had been discussing her mixed eye colours for the past 10 minutes now. Her left eye was (Y/E/C) and her right eye was golden, so what? She sipped her drink and smiled at him, he smiled back.

“It’s a mutation you know.” He explained, she guessed he was a scientist of some kind, though he was quite young.

“Is that a bad thing?” She raised an eyebrow and downed the last of her vodka, signalling the bartender to get her another.

“No, not at all, you see, it makes you very unique.” Charles went on and began explaining the science behind it and the way it was caused, she nodded and smiled when she deemed it appropriate and slowly nursed her second drink.

After a while another woman began to approach the bar and (Y/N)’s eyes were immediately drawn to her. She was wearing a stunning black dress that showed a lot of cleavage and the most beautiful pearl necklace (Y/N) had ever seen.

“Raven.” Charles smiled and greeted her. So they know each other, (Y/N) figured.

“Charles, I do hope you aren’t bothering the poor girl.” The woman, Raven, said, giving you a once over with her eyes.

“I was just noting how fascinating her eyes were.” He explained to the dazzling new comer. “It’s an amazing mutation.” Something flickered in Raven’s eyes and where she once had two green eyes, one became gold, like (Y/N)’s.

Charles’ smile faded and he gave her a warning glance. “Raven.” He said sternly, she smirked and shrugged.    

“What?” She said innocently.

“How did you do that?” (Y/N) asked, she put her drink back on the bar counter. “You’re one of them aren’t you?” She was more intrigued than accusing, she’d never met a person with abilities before.

“I think we should go.” Charles said the her but (Y/N) shook her head.

“I think I’ll stay.” She said confidently. Raven waved Charles away and blocked him from looking at her, all her attention was solely on (Y/N).

“What do you want to know?” It sounded flirty and daring and (Y/N) couldn’t help but grin.


- 3 Years Later -


“You know I’m not calling you that, right?” (Y/N) laughed as Raven wrapped her arms around her waist.

“What’s wrong with Mystique?” She whispered in the girls ear seductively.

“Stop it!” (Y/N) squealed and tried to wriggle out of her girlfriend’s arms.

“Don’t you like that (Y/N)?” Raven teased, (Y/N) turned to face her partner and put her hand on her white cheek, pushing her hair behind her ear.

“I like you being you.” She said, with a smirk Raven’s white skin turned back to blue.

“Like this?” She bend down to try and kiss (Y/N) but she moved away laughing.

“No way, uh uh, not until you say that I don’t have to call you Mystique.” (Y/N) swatted her hand way playfully and Raven pouted and slid over to her lover, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“But if you do…”

(Y/N) tried to resist the temptation but with Raven describing the things the was… She melted into the mutants embrace and kissed her passionately. “Fine, Mystique, you win.” The triumph on Raven’s face said it all and she pulled (Y/N) in closer, running a hand up and down her back.

“Good.” She whispered sweetly. “Now we can have some fun.”

anonymous asked:

Imagine having stayed with Charles and Hank after the events of first class. Not only because you are worried about Charles but especially because you didn’t want to forced Hank to take care of the professor all by himself and wanted to stay close to him. + can I have a sweet kiss on the cheek maybe? <3

Originally posted by thelivingandtheloving

The night has fallen for a quite some time now and you poured yourself some soda and sat opposite the fireplace.

Your life as a mutant was an eventful one. After being part of the X-men and finally finding a place to belong, you thought that this was going to last. Little you knew about it and your whole world was ripped off in a beach in Cuba.

You weren’t a person who gave up easily though. You had stayed with Charles and Hank after everything that happened. You tried to hold on what it was left. That and the fact that you had a crush on Hank.

He didn’t really see it due to the fact that he had a crush on Raven. But you didn’t mind. Even being close to him was enough for you. So you stayed at the mansion to help him look after Charles.

“Care if I join?” Hank’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Sure, take a seat.” you patted the empty space next to you.

“I-I wanted to thank you for staying.” he said with his calm voice. “I want to thank you for accepting me in.” you replied taking a sip from your drink. “I don’t think I could manage without you around.” he admitted as his eyes met yours. You felt butterflies in your stomach and you just smiled.

His eyes looked the fire that it was silently burning in the fireplace. “I am so glad that you stayed. When I am with you I feel safer and-and accepted.” he explained. “That goes the other way too, Hank.” you reassured him.

His lips formed a smile and they met your cheek. “It’s a pleasure to have you around, (Y/N).” he whispered and left, leaving you with a huge grin and an even blush.

Livejournal Post, 17 January 2010

In the beginning, the Emprah decided to make twenty Magical Clone Babies to lead his hyper-masculinized psychopathic super-warriors. The Ruinous Powers (well, mainly Tzeentch, because he’s the only one who cares about this shit) said, “Oh noes! If the Emprah succeeds, he will guide Humanity through their embarrassing psychic puberty and will then be no more our playthings than the Orkz!” and then Gork pantsed him. After snapping his fingers a few dozen times, he got Khorne and Nurgle’s attention, and Slaanesh wandered over from the Eldar section of the Warp, and they got together and made a giant Warp Gate and sucked all the Magical Clone Babies into it, and then, because it’s Tzeentch, rather than doing the smart thing and killing the little bastards, he threw them around onto inhabited planets where they could grow up big and strong and get a culture and shit.

Then the Emprah had many hilarious adventures running around the Galaxy saving his Magical Clone Babies, and all was well until they decided to make a series where the Magical Clone Babies were all grown up and would be lost based on their own hubris. The Primarchs, as the Magical Clone Babies called themselves, all met horrible fates, and were lost a second time:

1 - Lion el'Johnson, the Dark Angel primarch, lies in enchanted slumber in the ruins of his planet, which was blow’d up by Chaos, waiting for a beautiful prince to kiss him and awaken him.

2 - He was deleted from Imperial Records, probably because he said the Emperor’s pauldrons looked “a little big. Don’t you think you might want to tone it down a little there, Liberace?”

3 - Fulgrim was corrupted horribly by a Daemon Weapon and because The Emprah was too busy to teach any of his sons the powerful psychic shields he’d spent the last 38,000 years perfecting, fell to Chaos.

4 - Perturabo showed great inherent talent at trench warfare and defensive siege warfare. So his dad made him do that shit over and over and over again, I guess in the hopes that he’d get a Trench Warfare scholarship or something, until Perturabo grew to hate his dad, and he rebelled and fell in with Chaos.

5 - Jaghatai Khan rode his motorcycle into the Dark Eldar part of the Webway, and being kind of one of those weekend-biker types with the pretty bike and $2000 leather jacket, was kidnapped by real bikers and was never seen again.

6 - Leman Russ was a hard-drinking asshole and took a bunch of his favorite drinking buddies into the Eye of Terror and, being drunk 24-7, almost certainly promptly drove them into a planet. Being an asshole, they weren’t wearing their seatbelts. No one misses him.

7 - Rogal Dorn is one of the only Primarchs to die heroically. Unfortunately, his Space Marine lackeys are creepy bastards who keep his hands in a drawer and carve their names into the bones.

8 - Konrad Curze was Batman. Tormented by nightmares his whole life, and coming from a planet that was basically Arkham Asylum, Konrad was snubbed by most of his brothers, outright laughed at when he asked for help getting his planet back under control, and eventually committed suicide by cop.

9 - Sanguinus got his ass shivved by Horus. It’s all right though, because he was a filthy mutant.

10 - Ferrus Manus was the guy who was ultimately responsible for Fulgrim’s fall to Chaos. Fulgrim came to him and said, “Hey, our brother Horus is a little concerned that Dad’s gone a little woo-woo, and he’s going to make a bit of a war by way of intervention, because it’s the only language dad understands.” and, at the time, Fulgrim actually believed this. But Ferrus Manus freaked out and said, “NOOOOO! THAT CAN’T BE TRUE! OUR FATHER IS AWESOME!” and attacked Fulgrim. Fulgrim, being more of a badass than Ferrus Manus could ever be, chopped off his head. He was sad then, and the Daemon Weapon he had said, “I can make you not sad anymore.” and Fulgrim, not knowing a goddamn thing about Chaos or Daemons, said, “Okay.” and the Daemon burned out Fulgrim’s soul and took over.

11 - We’re fairly certain that Magical Clone Baby #11 was a girl, and so the Emprah never looked too hard for her.

12 - Angron kept getting treated like a bitch by his father, who also went out of his way to not only betray every value Angron held dearly but also to forbid him to raise his own Space Marine kids the way Angron himself was raised. Angron finally got sick of that shit, and joined Horus’ Intervention.

13 - Roboute Gulliame was a kiss-up and a brown-noser to his Father, but treated every other one of his brothers like some sort of half-witted fuck-up. Finally, Daemon Fulgrim couldn’t put up with any more of that shit and stabbed his brother in the neck. Good riddance.

14 - The Emprah stole the only thing Mortarion ever cared about, so when Horus declared he was having an intervention for his father’s massive assholery, Mortarion joined up tout suite. Then Nurgle held him hostage in the Warp until he and his Space Marine legions agreed to worship Nurgle in exchange for not dying of horrible diseases. Mortarion never really got to have that intervention.

15 - Magnus the Red had one shtick - he was really, really good at Warp Sorcery. So, of course, the Emprah forbids him from doing it. When Magnus finds out that Horus was not only going to have an intervention, but planned on beating their dad up, Magnus, being a good son, used Warp Sorcery to get a message to the Emprah as quickly as possible. Magnus barely got two words out before his dad flipped his shit and sent Leman Russ out to drag Magnus back to his room on Terra and ground him. Magnus was understandably put out, and joined Team Chaos, while the Emprah never found out about Horus’ plans until Horus started dropping orbital fucking bombs on his house.

16 - Horus was the Emprah’s favorite and put in charge of his other brothers. Then the Emprah decided that sharing any sort of information with his son and commander-in-chief would be stupid, and stopped talking to him, locking himself up in the garage, working on a way to hijack the Webway. Out in the wilderness, Horus got infected with a little bit of Chaos, which made him a little crazy, and the Ruinous Powers were able to convince him that his dad’s suspicious behavior was a sign that he’d betrayed everything he’d brought Horus up to believe, and then they possessed his ass (Not even the Emprah’s favorite is allowed to learn about psychic shielding, apparently!) and started killing bitches.

17 - Lorgar was brought up in a strict religious environment. The Emprah hated religion. Rather than explain this to Lorgar and use some of that logic and science to give Lorgar some perspective, he gives him 10,000 superhuman killing machines and tells him to go conquer in his name. Then, when Lorgar, rather understandaby, takes his time to thoroughly pacify a planet and make them ultimately loyal to his dad, the Emprah reams him out for “all this religion bullshit” and for “taking too damn long. Your brothers Roboute and Leman have conquered, like, a hundred more planets than you. Each!” So, when a offer came along to worship some gods that LIKED being worshiped and didn’t care how long it took you to conquer the universe, Lorgar took the offer.

18 - Vulkan was the token black Magical Clone Baby. When that asshole Roboute took over the Primarchs and laid out all sorts of quotas and laws that basically screwed over the brothers, Vulkan said, “Fuck this shit.” and disappeared forever.

19 - Corax was insecure and didn’t have many space marines of his own. So, he tried making a bunch of his own, but they were ugly monster-mutants, and since The Emprah and his brothers Roboute and Leman were massive racists and hated mutants, he ended up having to kill them. Then he sulked in his room for a year, before driving into the Eye of Terror, where he probably got hit by the planet Leman Russ drove into and knocked out of orbit.

20 - Alpharius and Omegon were twins, and the youngest Magical Clone Babies. Their older brother Roboute mocked them for not having conquered as many worlds as he had, even though he’d been at it for 200 years before the Emprah even found them. But even then, they tried to be nice, until some wacky alien masons told him that Horus needed to succeed at his intervention, or the Emprah would start covering everything with skulls and bad Latin and flying aborted fetuses. Well, the twins were having none of that shit, so they joined Horus. Whereupon, Roboute killed one of them, and the other one was never seen again.

A sad story, of a dysfunctional family. It’d make a kick-ass anime. But that’s the story of why the Primarchs were lost. Both times.

This is Goodbye

Originally posted by huffingtonpost

X-Men x Reader

This is Goodbye

Prompt: If you’re still taking requests, could you do a imagine where the reader is friends with the x-men and is really close to them. So when someone from her past threatens to harm the x-men, she decides to leave to protect them. Since she doesn’t want the x-men to follow her, she ends up saying some really hurtful things, even though it destroys the reader inside.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and looked back on the mansion with a heavy heart. You had to leave. You couldn’t stay here, not when they would be hurt because of you. Your father, a well-known war general had found out you were staying with the mutants and threatened to expose them to the rest of the military. You couldn’t let that happen.

“Where do you think you’re going, kiddo?” Logan asked, walking out the front door. You could see Storm and Bobby standing behind him. The sight of your closest friends, no, your family made your eyes water.

“I have to leave, Logan. I’m sorry,” you mumbled an explanation and kept on walking. Logan and the others jogged out onto the lawn.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Storm asked. “Did something happen?”

“I can’t tell you, okay?”

“You can tell us anything,” Bobby tried, looking to you earnestly.

“I…I just have to leave.”

“You can’t just leave without an explanation.”

You took a breath. You knew what you were about to say was going to hurt you more than it would hurt them. You loved them, you couldn’t hurt them, but you had to.

“I can’t be associated with a school full of mutants. I’d rather be hiding who I am somewhere else than be stuck here, unwelcome to the rest of society,” You told them. You could see the hurt in their eyes. They knew the cost of being mutants and proud. Not everyone was accepting.

“Well,” Logan sighed. “If that’s how you feel…”

“No one is going to force you to stay,” Storm added. “But we’re always here, if you feel like coming back.”

You nodded before turning your back and walking away.