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A/N: Look, besides Remy, SHE IS SAPPHIC IN MY HEART. Obviously inspired by The Giver by Chappell Roan, and I think Rogue would love her music regardless
ALSO, reader isn’t affected by Rogue’s powers, let’s just imagine, okay?-
Warnings: Filthy NSFW, cursing, men being sleazy
“Are you sure I don’t look silly, babe?”
“You look rootin’ tootin’ perfect, girl!”
You looked at yourself in the mirror, still unsure as your girlfriend came up behind you and placed a cowgirl hat on your head. You and your girlfriend, Rogue, were heading to a country style bar for a date, and she wanted to dress for the occasion. She had plenty of country style clothing in her closet considering she was from the south herself, and you allowed yourself to be her little dress-up doll. You had on a black leather jacket with lots of tassels and stitching, jeans with leather chaps that matched the jacket, complete with the cowgirl boots and hat she just put on her head. She was wearing a similar outfit in browns that brought out her bright green eyes, and she had a beaming smile on her face seeing you all dressed up and pampered for her.
“Let’s head out now, don’t wanna miss Happy Hour!” Rogue said as she grabbed your hand and led you out the door of your shared bedroom. The two of you went down the stairs of the Mansion, and you heard loud laughing as you descended the stairs, seeing Wolverine and Morph at the bottom of the steps.
“Y/N, what did she DO to you?” Morph cackled, holding onto Wolverine for support as the other man chuckled.
“Oh, hardy-har-har.” You muttered dryly as you tipped the hat to hide your red face.
“Shut yer traps, both of ya! She looks prettier than a magnolia in May in this getup!” Rogue insisted, giving your blushing cheek a kiss in reassurance.
“If you say so.” Logan laughed as the two of you continued out to the car, putting his hands up in surrender when Rogue gave him a glare.
“Don’t listen to those idiots, pumpkin, ya look great! I wouldn’t let you out the house lookin like a clown!”
“They’re just jealous they don’t have a girlfriend to dress them up like this.” You smiled back at her, leaning in for a kiss before she started the car and drove off.
When you arrived at the bar, it was pretty much exactly as you expected and looked like something straight out of that Coyote Ugly movie Rogue had made you watch with her. It was loud and chaotic, men and women drinking, dancing and shouting as far as the eye could see. There was a live band on a stage playing some country song you didn’t recognize, and the female bartenders looked right out of Coyote Ugly as well, with teeny tops and little shorts as they served everybody their alcohol. You and Rogue went up to them and ordered a couple beers for the two of you, and you let Rogue lead the way around the bar to find a table to sit at.
“So? Whatcha think, sugar?” She shouted over the music and chatter.
“It’s loud!” You shouted back. “I’m surprised they’re not cooking a whole pig in here!”
“Probably are in the back! This place has some good barbecue!”
The two of you talked and sipped on your beers for a while, before a song came on that Rogue wanted to dance to. You took her hand and she led you to the dance floor excitedly, before she guided you through a dance, making you laugh as she picked you up and spun you around. The band played a few songs you knew, a few you didn’t, but you had fun dancing along with your girlfriend, even learned a line dance to dance with her. You were having fun and enjoying your time with her until you had tripped on your boots, falling backwards. You prepared yourself to smack into the floor, but opened your eyes when you realized you hadn’t. You looked up and saw a cowboy grinning down at you, and you quickly stood up on your own and brushed yourself off.
“Uh, thank you, sir! Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to-“
“No worries, darlin’! Say, you look familiar, do I know you from somewhere?”
“Uh, I don’t think so-“
“She don’t know you sir, trust me. Thanks for the catch, but we’re gonna get back on to it now, if ya don’t mind!” Rogue spoke up for you, grabbing your arm and tugging you closer to her and further from him.
“Hey, I was just being nice to yer friend here! I was actually wondering if I could get yer friends number!”
“My girlfriend won’t be wantin’ to give you her number. Now scurry on now, fella!”
“Girlfriend, huh?” The man raised an eyebrow before looking back down at you. “Honey, I can assure you, this broad can’t satisfy you the way a man can. You just haven’t met the right one.”
“Well, I’m sure that man isn’t you,” You glared at him, holding onto your girlfriend’s arm tighter. “And I’d back off before my broad kicks your ass.”
“Baby, cmon, let me treat ya right!”
Rogue finally had enough, stepping in front of you to knock this man’s lights out. She swung her fist and hit him square in the nose, knocking him backward and onto his ass below the both of you.
“Oh honey, ya think ya know how to treat a woman right?” She asked, kneeling down to pinch his now broken nose and snap it back into place, the man yowling in pain. “Well, only a woman knows how ta treat a woman right!”
She then stood up and took your hand, guiding you to step over the man rolling on the floor in pain, and out of the noisy, hot bar now full of people wondering what happened. You followed your girlfriend to the car, turning her around and crashing your lips into hers. Rogue leaned against the car as her hands found your hips, your own arms wrapped around her neck as the two of you sloppily and drunkenly made out. The cold night air sent shivers up your spine and so did your girlfriend’s hands snaking down your back to your ass to give it a good squeeze.
“Babe, that was so hot.” You pulled back breathlessly, your lipstick smeared all over Rogues own lips. “Wanna…get a motel room?~”
“Aw, me beating that fuckers ass get ya that hot and bothered? Alright, sugar, let’s go~” She gave you one last kiss before the two of you got into the car and drove off to the nearest motel. You quickly bought a room before rushing to it, and you kicked the door shut behind you and blindly locked it, too occupied with the woman in front of you.
She quickly took off her gloves so she could touch you properly, tossing them aside before her hands untucked your shirt and pushed up it, cupping your breasts in her hands as she pushed one of her knees between your legs. You leaned against the door as you let her ravage you, opening your mouth to let her tongue in and moaning as you started to grind on her leg. Your hands tangled in her big, wild hair to pull her as close as humanly possible, your tongues dancing together as your lips locked onto the others. You gasped in surprise when she suddenly picked you up, turning around to toss you onto the bed, her lips never leaving yours as her hands now went to your large belt buckle, tossing your belt aside.
“Mm, Anna~” you moaned as her hand shoved down your pants and found its way to your crotch, her slender fingers teasing at your folds. You arched your back to shrug the leather jacket off, it being too hot to wear now, and you unbuttoned your shirt and took your bra off for her while you were at it.
“Man, Y/N~ Every time I see your tits it’s like seeing them for the first time, girl~” she said without shame, leaning down to kiss between them as she held eye contact with you.
“Anna, please, I need you!” You whined pathetically, needing more than just her fingers teasing the outside of your cunt.
"Don't worry sugar, I'll take care of ya! Just have some patience~" She grinned up at you, before kissing your right breast and wrapped her lips around your nipple. You moaned and arched your back further into her mouth, and loudly whined when you felt two of her fingers finally enter your soaking wet hole. Rogue loudly sucked on your tits as she fingered you, spreading them inside of you to get you nice and stretched out. Neither of you had brought your trusty strap-on, but you could easily make-do with just each other.
"R-Rogue! I-I need to feel your pussy on mine! Please!" You begged her desperately. You didn't care how pathetic you sounded, you were so wet and your hole ached with need for her, and your neglected clit needed to feel her own against it.
"What a dirty mouth~" She teased, but sat up to start shedding her clothing. You bit your lip when her boobs sprang free from her bra, and she just chuckled at you googling them but didn't dare stop you as you sat up with her to touch the, squishing the soft flesh in your hands and staring at them with fascination. The two of you locked lips as you both reached for the others pants, tugging them off and tossing them across the room as you fell back to the bed, a string of saliva connecting your lips to your girlfriends'. You grabbed at her plush hips, wanting her to hurry up and scissor you already.
"Y/N, girl, what did I say bout bein' patient?" She asked as she took your hands off of her hips, leaning forward and pinning them down to either side of your head.
"M'sorry! I just need you so badly! Please, Anna Marie!"
"Well, since yer so polite..." She trailed off, moving her legs around so that one of yours was now resting on her shoulder and one of her legs was hooked around your other thigh, spreading you nice and wide open for her. You loudly moaned when her pussy crashed into yours, moving her hips at a steady pace against your own hips.
"A-Ah! Anna! Oh, f-fuck! You feel so good, baby!"
"God, ya pussy is so wet, Y/N! Move yer hips with me, sugar!"
You did as she told, grinding your pussy against hers, your eyes rolling back and the both of you moaning together when your clits rubbed up against each other. You watched as she rode your pussy, her tits bouncing in your face, her hair bouncing and becoming a huge mess behind her, and you struggled against her hold on your wrists because you just wanted to touch her.
"Oh, ya know I can't say no ta that!" She smiled as she let go of your hands, biting her plump lip when your hands immediately went to her breasts. "Fuck! Ya know, when that prick tried ta pick ya up, I wanted ta take you right there in fronta' him! Show that bastard what he can't have!"
"Rogue!~"
"Yeah, I wanted to bounce yer tits right in his face, and have him knowin' he couldn't touch them! Only I can!" She added with a sharp smack to your breast, making you cry out in pleasure, imagining her fucking you in front of that man was getting you even more hot and bothered.
"R-Rogue! I-I'm gonna...! Ahhh!~"
"Come on, baby, cum on my pussy! Cum harder than that fucker could ever make a woman cum!"
You arched your back and cried out as your orgasm hit you like a brick wall, your body spasming from the intensity. You gripped the sheets below you until your knuckles turned white, your toes curled and your jaw hung slack as your eyes rolled back in your head. You could hear Rogue still egging you on as she grinded on your pussy through your orgasm, chasing her own. You now started to shake from the overstimulation, letting out choked out moans and pleas for her to slow down. She tossed her head back as she came all over your own cunt, your wet juices mixing together as her hips kept moving. Once they finally slowed, you were able to catch your breath, your body finally relaxing as she untangled her legs from yours and laid down beside you, both of you panting as you recovered from your orgasms.
Once you regained enough energy, you turned over to rest your head on her chest, her hand moving to your hair to play with it as she turned her head to kiss you on your forehead.
A/N: So…..what’s up yall? I haven’t posted on here in over a year but I’m back for now! Have a little Striker drabble before I write some X-Men stuff-
Warnings: Injury, cursing
You perked up when you finally heard the front door open and shut, and heard the familiar click of cowboy boots on the hardwood floors. You immediately got out of bed and rushed to greet your assassin boyfriend who had just returned from work. Your heart fluttered when you saw him, but quickly dropped when he turned his head, holding the left side of his face in pain, his clothes scorched and ruined.
“Striker? What happened?” You ran over to him as he groaned and sat at the table, clearly in pain but trying to hide how much of it he was in.
“Nothin, it’s nothin.”
You pried his hand away from his face despite his protests, gasping when you saw the large burn on his eye. You ran to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit, ignoring his insisting that he was fine and that it looked worse than it was. You wet a washcloth to clean the wound and grabbed him his whiskey from the fridge, before sitting down across from him. He took a few gulps of the alcohol in an effort to numb the coming pain, before he nodded to let you know he was ready. He hissed loudly as you gently pressed the cloth against his bloody wound, his tail even rattling like a snake.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” You say as you dab the wound, wanting to get any dirt out of it. He growled and gripped the arm of the chair harshly, digging his heels into the floor as he tried to hold himself together. You took the washcloth away and took out the burn ointment, carefully putting it on the wound. Your boyfriend grit his teeth and flinched away from your hand, but still let you dress the wound, wrapping a bandage around his head to keep his eye covered. You studied his face in concern, and he looked pissed more than anything.
“I swear to fuck if this scars, I’m gonna fuckin kill that son of a bitch.” He growled and took another swig of whiskey to try and numb the pain in his eye.
“What happened? I thought you were just having a meeting with Crimson?” You asked as you pushed everything aside, but leaving the supplies out for later.
“That Blitzo fucker showed up and fucked it all up! I got caught in an explosion and now my face is all fucked up!” He shouted, not really at you, just in anger and frustration.
“Your face will be fine, just gotta keep it covered is all.” You reassured him, rubbing his shoulder to try and calm him down. “Come on, let’s get you out of these rags and clean ya up, hm?”
He only nodded in response, groaning in pain as he got up and followed you to the bedroom. You got out some loungewear for him and helped his sore body out of the ruined and burned clothes, tossing them aside to deal with in the morning. You then helped Striker into the bed, before you went and grabbed another washcloth to get the smoke and grime off of him, knowing he didn’t have the energy to shower tonight. He was silent as he let you clean him up, embarrassed from needing this kind of help from you, so you didn’t say anything to make him feel any worse, not wanting to anger him and have him hurt himself even further in a fit of rage. Once you finished, you got into the bed with him, not sure if he was in a cuddling mood, but he pulled you flush against his side with one arm.
“Thanks…fer helpin me.”
“You don’t need to thank me.” You shook your head, his hand moving to play with your hair. He shut his eyes and you soon heard soft snores rumble from his chest, signaling he was fast asleep. You propped your head onto your arm, watching him with worry. He had never gotten this hurt during a job before, you’d barely even seen a scratch on him. So seeing this bad of an injury on him worried you, and it ESPECIALLY worried you that he let you help him without much of a fight. Striker was a prideful and independent man who didn’t need anybody’s help, even yours, so him being willing to let you clean him up told you he was really hurt.
You sighed and laid back down, keeping an arm around him as you shut your own eyes to sleep.
Whenever you do requests again I'd would die to see a part two of being friends with benefits with gambit. It legit would bring me pure happiness and joy
I will be writing Part 2! But I’m not sure who the reader should end up with since I’ve gotten a lot of both so I will post a poll!
Were Magneto finds the reader to ask if they’ll be his queen (NSFW if you feel comfortable)? 🫶🏾
A/N: OF COURSE I CAN. I did turn it into a marriage proposal as well, hope that’s okay! Also this part of their dance made me FERAL over this old man-
Warnings: NSFW, fem! Reader
“Will you rule Genosha beside me…and be my queen?” Erik asked from down on one knee before you, one hand holding yours and the other holding a small velvet box, a beautiful silver ring with a delicate diamond glimmering up at you.
Your heart ceased its beating, your breath caught in your throat, the world seemed to stop around you. It felt like you were the only two people in the world. He chose sunset to propose, the sky was a beautiful shade of pink and brilliant orange outside, accenting his pink lips and beautiful blue eyes gazing up at you with love and adoration.
“Erik, I…yes! Yes of course I will!” You beamed down at him, embracing him when he stood up to kiss you passionately.
Erik had been planning this proposal for some time now, keeping it secret for months by now. The only person that sort of new was none other than Scott Summers (and probably Jean/Madelyne) because he had asked how Scott had proposed to Jean. Other than that, nobody had any idea he would be proposing, including you. The two of you had been together for a few years by now, you shared his same vision of a world built for mutants where they would be safe. You stood beside him and supported him through everything, joined him in leading the X-Men after receiving Charles’ will, defending him when the team defied him. Now, you were at Genosha to attend the gala, welcoming the nation to the UN. With everything going on, Erik didn’t know that this would be the right time to propose, but it just felt right to do it in this moment.
“I love you, Y/N. So much.” He breathed between desperate kisses, his arms wrapped around your waist to hold you as close as humanly possible.
“I love you too, Erik.” You smile into another kiss, keeping his face close to yours by holding the back of his head and standing on your toes to wrap your arm around his neck.
“I never want to leave your side. I want to be with you forever.” He trailed his lips down to your jaw, before attaching to your neck and sucking at your sweet spot just below your ear. You moan slightly at the action, arching into his touch as you subconsciously tug at his silver hair.
“I will be by your side forever.” You promised him, your other hand grabbing a fistful of his suit jacket, pulling him impossibly closer to you as his lips ravaged your neck. “Erik…~”
“Yes, my love?”
“I need you~” you moaned as he left one last mark on your neck, before grinning at you and hoisting you up to carry you, your legs wrapped around his slender waist as his lips reattached to your own.
You opened your mouth slightly to allow his tongue to enter, grabbing at his hair blindly as he walked towards the bed in the spacious penthouse room. He set you down gently on the soft sheets, bending down to be level with you as his hands wandered from where he held your hips to your waist, up your blouse to touch your skin. You felt a shiver run up your spine at the action as you let go of his hair to push his jacket off his shoulders, before he finished taking it off and tossed it aside to the floor. You sat back on the bed a bit to watch him strip his suit off, to which he quickly undid the buttons on his dress shirt and hastily shrugged it off. You but your lip seeing his toned abdomen and pecs, your eyes following the happy trail of silver hair that disappeared behind his pants. You let out a surprised yelp when he grabbed your legs and pulled, causing you to fall onto your back as you felt him kiss your knee, thumbs rubbing your thighs as his kisses trailed up your leg. He pushed your dress up to reach your underwear, pulling them down and off your legs to reveal your pussy, wet and glistening for him.
“My dear, you never cease to leave me breathless~” he purred, kissing your inner thigh once more, never breaking eye contact with you.
“Erik, you-OH!” You moaned out when you felt his tongue make contact with you. Your back arched off the bed and your head instinctively tossed back, your hair fanning out below you as your eyes clamped shut at the feeling. Erik’s calloused hands held your soft thighs in his hands, keeping them spread for him as his tongue worked at your pussy. He moaned into your cunt at your reaction, amused at how just a single swipe of his tongue made you writhe in his hold.
“E-Erik! Yes! Just like that! Right there!” You gasped as his tongue expertly ate you out, knowing the exact right spots to add more pressure to and where to tease just right. Your thighs started clamping around his head, this time he allowed it and let your legs keep him caged between them. His hands gripped out your hips, rubbing your sides as his head started to move more, focused on getting you to cum all over his tongue. You grinned your hips into his face, feeling that familiar coil inside of you begin to tighten as he lapped at your clit, sucking on it before licking it roughly. Your hands flew down to his hair once again and shoved him deeper into you, earning a moan from him at the action, knowing you were close. With a few more swipes of his tongue, you came undone, your body tensing up and shaking as you reached your orgasm. You let out choked moans as he lapped up your juices, cleaning you up and eating you out through your orgasm. Once he was finished, he wiped his mouth before climbing up to lie on top of you, pressing his lips soaked in your cum to yours. You gladly opened your mouth to taste yourself on his tongue, moaning into him as he ran a hand through your hair soothingly.
“I love you. You are so beautiful.” He huffed out, catching his breath as he pulled away just enough to look you in the eyes. “You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You are extraordinary, mein Schätzchen.”
“I love you.” You smiled up at him, your hand moving to cup his face. Your thumb stroked his cheek, Erik leaning into your touch as you gazed into each others eyes lovingly. “You’re so determined, so powerful, so admirable. I am honored to stand beside you, Erik.”
“I am honored you stand beside me.” He took your hand and kissed your palm, shutting his eyes to savor your touch for a moment. He leaned down ever so slightly to rest his forehead against yours, your own eyes shutting too to relish in the moment with your new fiancé.
After a few minutes of just holding each other, Erik got up to finish undressing, before he helped you take off your fancy gown for the gala. You kicked off your high heels and unclipped your bra, tossing it aside before you beckoned him back to you with a finger and a smirk adorning your pretty face. Erik of course, couldn’t resist and crawled right back to you and mirrored your grin, before settling between your legs and leaning down to kiss you. One hand held himself up while the other trailed down to your pussy, still sensitive from your first orgasm as his palm rubbed it a few times before you felt two of his fingers enter you.
“Oh, fuck! Erik!” You tossed your head back, your jaw hanging open in a moan as you felt his fingers begin to prep you.
“Oh, the sounds you make for me…” Erik bit his lip as he watched your face contort with pleasure, your chest rising and falling rapidly as he picked up the pace of his fingers, the pad of his thumb grazing against your clit gently. He rested his body against yours to press kisses to the valley between your breasts, movingly his fingers and expertly finding that spot in you that made your hands fly up to claw at his bare shoulders. You choked out moans and whines as you came undone around his fingers, your nails now drawing blood from how hard you gripped him. Erik didn’t even flinch however, keeping himself occupied with leaving hickies on your breasts and sucking on your nipples, his fingers beginning to slow down, before he pulled them out gently and allowed you a moment to catch your breath. He then raised his hand to shove his fingers into your mouth, having you suck them clean of your slick before pressing a kiss to your lips when you were finished. You propped yourself up on your elbows when he moved to align his cock with your entrance, his top prodding at your hole as he pushed you back down onto the bed, grabbing both of your hands and intertwining his fingers with yours and holding them on either side of your head.
“Are you ready?” He asked, as if you hadn’t taken him a hundred times before. He was always caring and loving like that though, always making sure you were comfortable and still enjoying your time in bed with him.
“Yes, love, please!” You begged him, needing him inside of you, feeling so empty and unsatisfied despite already orgasming twice while he hadn’t at all yet. He chuckled at your response, tucking a strand of messy hair behind your ear, before squeezing your hand and starting to push into you. Your mouth opened in a silent moan as you felt him slide in easily, your opening nice and slick from your orgasms, allowing him to easily enter you. Once bottomed out, Erik pressed his forehead to yours to allow you both a moment, before his hips began to move.
“Y/N, you feel so…oh! God, I love you!” Erik groaned as he felt you squeeze around him, your lips finding his jaw and placing sweet kisses on it to encourage him to keep going. His hands clutched yours tightly, and he let out a small moan as your soft lips danced along his jawline.
“Show me how much you love me~” you purred up at him, one of your hands leaving his own to tangle in his hair, pulling his face towards yours to capture his lips against your own. The both of you moaned into the kiss as he picked up his pace with his hips, his now free hand grasping at one of your breasts and fondling it. Your breath hitched when his tip hit you deep inside, sending a shiver up your spine and making your hand clamp around his at the feeling.
“Oh! Right there! Right there! Please, Erik!” You broke the kiss with him, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he hit that spot again and again. You let out a loud moan when he began hitting that spot harder and faster, using his free hand to now hold himself up on the bed for support. Erik smiled down at you as you began to writhe beneath him, your hips moving to meet his now as you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, not wanting him to go anywhere.
“I’m here.” He chuckled at your desperation, holding your hand firmly and raising it to kiss the back of it. “I’m here, Y/N.”
“E-Erik! I-I’m gonna…! Oh! Fuck! Erik!” You began to scream, feeling yourself begin to reach the edge.
“That’s it…cum for me, my love. I’m almost there too.” He panted above you, continuing his pace and feeling you tighten even more around him, making it harder to push in and out of you as your pussy sucked him back in. You whimpered as you neared your high, your hand that was tangled in his hair moving to scratch at his shoulder blades again, needing something to ground you as you finally toppled over the edge. Your body spasmed and shook, letting out a screaming moan at the intensity of your orgasm as he fucked you through it. You soon felt Erik cum inside of you, his warm sperm filling you as he moaned with you, his hips shaking and stuttering against your own.
Once your climaxes both dissipated, Erik pulled out of you and collapsed beside you on the bed, chest heaving as he caught his breath. You felt your body twitch from the orgasmic shocks coursing through you as you moved to lay on your side, resting your cheek against his pec. Erik kissed you on the forehead and ran a hand through your hair, resting his lips on your soft skin and relishing in the moment with you, basking in the intense love the both of you felt in the air for each other.
“We should get ready for the gala. People will wonder where we are.” You finally spoke after minutes of silence, lifting your head to look at him and cup his face in your hand.
Hi can I request a femreader/ nightcrawler story where the reader is shy and anxious, while Kurt misunderstands this as her thinking he’s a monster?
But in truth she’s been trying to confess her feelings to him but she always backs out last minute in fear?
Thank you!
A/N: The way I’ve probably imagined this scenario at 12 years old laying in bed at night. I also made the reader friends with Rogue, Jean and Ororo since she’s closer to their ages
“Sugah, yer lookin’ more nervous than a long-tailed pussy cat in a room full o’ rockin’ chairs!” Rogue tapped your shoulder as she walked into the lounging area, where you were having morning coffee with Jean and Ororo. “What’s gotcha all riled up, huh?”
“Kurt’s playing basketball with the others outside...in shorts.” Jean quipped before taking a sip of coffee, a playful grin on her face. Ororo chuckled at the embarrassed face you made, as if someone just walked in on you changing.
“Jean!” You whined, face turning redder when Rogue started laughing.
“Oh, Y/N! We’re just teasing!” Jean giggled as you pouted at all of them finding your embarrassment amusing.
“I just don’t see why you haven’t told him about her feelings yet!”
They all knew you’ve had the biggest crush on the fuzzy blue X-Man, Nightcrawler, ever since he joined the team a few months ago. He was always so nice to everyone, including you, and he seemed to always say the right thing at the right time. He even made your morning coffee sometimes when you got up late, knowing everyone’s coffee order by heart by now.
The boys were outside playing basketball with Jubilee and Roberto, showing the younger ones how it was done. You watched out the window at the court, seeing Gambit and Wolverine battling for the ball before Kurt teleported between them and snatched the ball from them, tossing it into the basket and laughing when they both started yelling about the “no powers” rule. You smiled before realizing you were staring, clearing your throat and turning to Rogue.
“You know I get too nervous around your brother, I can’t even ask him to pass the salt at dinner!”
“Yer always nervous, that’s fine! But y’know, he totally likes you too. I can tell.”
“No he doesn’t.” You shook your head in denial.
“Yes he does.” All three women said at the same time, side eyeing you or rolling their eyes.
“My dear, Kurt is a very charismatic man, but he goes out of his way to make you smile every chance he gets.” Ororo set her hand atop of yours. “I even see a flash of disappointment when you flee from his advances.”
“Really?” You asked, feeling a bit guilty about making him feel bad. You were a generally nervous person, but your anxiety sky rocketed around him, your heart always felt like it would explode out of your chest when he got close to you or touched you. It was difficult to hold eye contact with him, your nerves getting the best of you and looking down at the floor while you spoke to him. You’d give him a scared smile when he handed you things, your blood running cold when his hand brushed up against yours during those exchanges. You often found your eyes wandering to him when he wasn’t focused on you, it was easier to look at him when you knew he wasn’t aware of you checking him out. You loved the way his tail squashed playfully as he joked around with Morph, how his ear would twitch like a cats when he heard someone new enter the room, how his fangs gleamed when he smiled or how his bright yellow eyes sparked with mischief during a fight.
“Okay…you know what? Todays the day, today I need to confess to him! If I don’t today, I never will cause I’m a baby and will back out.” You stood up confidently.
“Yeah! Go get em, tiger!” Rogue cheered as you walked away, then lowered her voice. “She ain’t gonna.”
“I think Y/N can do things she sets her mind to.” Storm defended you.
“Wanna put ten bucks on it?” Rogue raised an eyebrow and cheekily grinned.
“…you’re on.” Storm nodded, shaking her hand as Jean spoke up, saying she’d bet alongside Storm that you could do it.
“You know I can still hear you all?” You crossed your arms from the window, getting a closer look and watching Kurt dodge Roberto’s lunge. Your friends all laughed as you shook your head, trying to get ahold of your nerves.
How were you supposed to tell the most handsome, heroic, sweetest, most amazing person ever you were in love with them? Kurt was genuinely the kindest person you’d ever met, giving you butterflies when you watched him comfort a mutant child during a fight, or how he helped his teammates so gently when they were injured. You couldn’t fathom how people were afraid or disgusted by him, he was the most gorgeous man in the world. How you could see a tinge of indigo under his blue fur when he blushed or bruised, how sculpted and chiseled he was yet also was so soft to look at. When he wore sweatpants and a tank top after training one day, you swore you would have a heart attack right then and there seeing how attractive he looked in the outfit. You adored sneaking peeks of him working out alone, his muscles bulging when he did push ups or pull ups on a bar, how flexible and agile he was and how effortless he made it look. You’d stand outside the door until you felt you would get caught staring, not wanting to seem like a creep.
You were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts when the door opened, Wolverine carrying Jubilee, pretending to be limp and passed out in his arms.
“What happened?” Jean asked as the girls all stood up from their little coffee and gossip session.
“She tripped and scraped her knee trying to get the ball from Logan!” Morph snickered as they all filed inside.
“I’ve been attacked! He pushed me and now I’m severely wounded!” Jubilee whined dramatically as Logan set her down on the counter. You waited for Kurt while you listened to Jubilee and Wolverine bicker about the seriousness of her cut knee, feeling your heart skip a beat when he finally walked in, chatting with Hank.
“Um…hey, Kurt?” You spoke quietly, but Kurt’s ear twitched and picked up your shy voice.
“Yes, Miss Y/N?” He asked, stopping and letting Hank go ahead of him.
“I…um…could you find a first aid kit, please?”
You blushed when you heard your friends laugh behind you and Storm and Jean handed Rogue money, knowing Kurt was looking past you at them, wondering what they were doing. You felt like a dork backing out of confessing and asking him to do something you could easily do, but you changed your mind at the last second that you weren’t ready yet.
“Sure.” He smiled, before bamfing off. You turned and glared at your friends, before walking walked over to Jubilee, seeing blood dripping down her shin and gravel from the court embedded inside of it.
“Ouch, let me clean that for you.” You said and wet a paper towel, ignoring Logan saying how she was fine and it was part of growing up and being a kid. You kneeled down and patted down Jubilee’s injury, soaking up the blood and wiping out any gravel from the wound.
“Here you are, Y/N.” You heard a familiar sweet, velvety voice beside you. You looked over and saw Nightcrawler holding out a first aid kit from the nearest bathroom, a charming grin on his face.
“Oh, um, thank you Kurt.” You smiled at him shyly, before quickly turning your attention to Jubilee. You didn’t see the look of rejection in his yellow eyes as the irritated twitch of his tail at that, before he sighed and bamfed off again.
*a couple hours later*
“Mein Gott!” The mutant shouted in surprise, also not paying attention to where he was going before tumbling backwards at the collision. You were on your way to training, focusing on wrapping up your hands to look where you were going. Now, you knocked down the last person you wanted to. You felt bad seeing the gorgeous man on the floor because of you.
“Kurt! I’m so sorry! Here, let me help!” You held a hand out to him, but he got up himself.
“It is fine.” He said simply before walking past you, then suddenly pausing and turning to you. “May I ask you something?”
“Sure.” You fidgeted with your hands nervously, anxious for the question.
“Do you…have I offended you in some way?” He asked, his eyes flashing with a bit of sadness.
“What? No? Why would you think that?” You asked, worried your timid behavior had finally kicked you in the ass.
“You tend to just brush me off, I’ve noticed. Lately you don’t really look at me, you respond with few words to me. I just thought…maybe I did something to scare you? Disgust you? Perhaps I…you think I’m a monster?”
You stared at him in the hallway, shock freezing your thoughts for a moment. How could he ever think your awkwardness around him could be because you thought he was disgusting? That he thought you found him frightening? You hadn’t realized how not making eye contact or responding curtly would come across to him, a man who’s been persecuted and attacked his whole life for how he looked. He was the most admirable, amazing person you’d ever met and you made him feel like a monster.
“Kurt, no! Not at all! I just…I do like you, I do! You just…make me very nervous. More so than I usually am…”
“How? Do I intimidate you?” He tilted his head in confusion. “I do not mean to-“
“It’s not that, really. I uh…I just really admire you, I guess. You make me more nervous than the others because…because I really like you…a lot.” You looked down at the floor, shyly looking up into his eyes. His face relaxed when he finally understood what you meant.
“Oh…I apologize for thinking so little of your actions. You are understanding and non judge mental, I should never have assumed what I did about you. How about I take you out to apologize for my ignorance?” He flashed his fangs at you in a charming smile, slowly approaching you before he was close enough to hold out a hand to you.
“I-I…okay.” You took his hand and sheepishly smiled up at him, allowing him to guide you down the hall. “I’m really sorry I made you feel like I-“
“No apology necessary, Y/N, really. I’m just glad we’ve come to…an understanding.” He grinned, bringing your hand up to his lips to place a soft kiss on your knuckles. You blushed and giggled at the action
Can I request morphs reaction to their s/o getting really wounded in battle?
Warnings: Mentions of injury, blood
Oh they’d drop everything, including their cocky and fun behavior, when they saw how hurt you got. Usually they’ll exchange banter with the villains, but when they see you got knocked out, they’ll quickly fight off villains and rush over to protect you and see if you were okay
When they saw how much blood there was around and on you, they felt panic sink into his gut as they yelled for help. They looked at your wounds and attempted to stop the bleeding, but more kept gushing out between their fingers as their panic and fear rose into their chest, their heart beating rapidly as they watched the life literally drain out of you. They wouldn’t even realize when help arrived, they’d be so focused on you that they’d be sort of in a daze and everything would be a blur as the team got you into the Blackbird and rushed you to the Mansion so Beast could operate on you
They’re the type to sleep in a chair next to your bedside rather than sleeping in their own room, they don’t want to leave your side for even a minute while you’re hurt like this. Logan will bring them food and ask how you’re doing, and try to make small talk to try and take Morph’s mind off of you even for a minute. But their eyes would gaze at your sleeping face, waiting for your eyes to open
As soon as you eventually woke up, they’d jump to their feet and yell for Hank, grabbing your hand and studying your face for discomfort or pain. When you saw them and smiled, they’d immediately feel relief wash over them seeing you okay and conscious. After Hank checked you over and filled you in, he let you two have time alone
“Thank god, I was so worried! You were bleeding out so bad, I thought you were gonna die! How do you feel? You want some water? Food? I can get you whatever you want, or, at least make Logan go get you whatever you want cause I don’t want to leave you. Are you comfortable? Do you want a different blanket? These ones are so scratchy. Are you-“
“Kevin! I’m okay, babe!…..actually, get me some ice water?”
“On it!”
They are SO attentive during your recovery. They stick with you when there’s not a mission they need to be on, keeping you entertained while bedridden and making sure your every need is met. They help you to the bathroom when you need it, they bring you every meal and eat with you, and you love them yes, but you’ve had to kick him out of your small hospital bed to sleep comfortably and they’ll walk away to go upstairs to their own bed like a sad puppy with its tail between its legs-
When you’re cleared to leave the medical bay and start working up your strength again, Morph is there every step of the way. They’ll spot you to make sure you don’t drop equipment on yourself or fall and hurt yourself again. They can be a tad overbearing sometimes, but they’re just so worried about you after seeing you so close to death, they just want to make sure you’re safe and healthy afterwards. So they’ll help you rebuild your strength and they are very overprotective on the battlefield but you find it sweet
Hi can I request a femreader/ nightcrawler story where the reader is shy and anxious, while Kurt misunderstands this as her thinking he’s a monster?
But in truth she’s been trying to confess her feelings to him but she always backs out last minute in fear?
Thank you!
A/N: The way I’ve probably imagined this scenario at 12 years old laying in bed at night. I also made the reader friends with Rogue, Jean and Ororo since she’s closer to their ages
“Sugah, yer lookin’ more nervous than a long-tailed pussy cat in a room full o’ rockin’ chairs!” Rogue tapped your shoulder as she walked into the lounging area, where you were having morning coffee with Jean and Ororo. “What’s gotcha all riled up, huh?”
“Kurt’s playing basketball with the others outside...in shorts.” Jean quipped before taking a sip of coffee, a playful grin on her face. Ororo chuckled at the embarrassed face you made, as if someone just walked in on you changing.
“Jean!” You whined, face turning redder when Rogue started laughing.
“Oh, Y/N! We’re just teasing!” Jean giggled as you pouted at all of them finding your embarrassment amusing.
“I just don’t see why you haven’t told him about her feelings yet!”
They all knew you’ve had the biggest crush on the fuzzy blue X-Man, Nightcrawler, ever since he joined the team a few months ago. He was always so nice to everyone, including you, and he seemed to always say the right thing at the right time. He even made your morning coffee sometimes when you got up late, knowing everyone’s coffee order by heart by now.
The boys were outside playing basketball with Jubilee and Roberto, showing the younger ones how it was done. You watched out the window at the court, seeing Gambit and Wolverine battling for the ball before Kurt teleported between them and snatched the ball from them, tossing it into the basket and laughing when they both started yelling about the “no powers” rule. You smiled before realizing you were staring, clearing your throat and turning to Rogue.
“You know I get too nervous around your brother, I can’t even ask him to pass the salt at dinner!”
“Yer always nervous, that’s fine! But y’know, he totally likes you too. I can tell.”
“No he doesn’t.” You shook your head in denial.
“Yes he does.” All three women said at the same time, side eyeing you or rolling their eyes.
“My dear, Kurt is a very charismatic man, but he goes out of his way to make you smile every chance he gets.” Ororo set her hand atop of yours. “I even see a flash of disappointment when you flee from his advances.”
“Really?” You asked, feeling a bit guilty about making him feel bad. You were a generally nervous person, but your anxiety sky rocketed around him, your heart always felt like it would explode out of your chest when he got close to you or touched you. It was difficult to hold eye contact with him, your nerves getting the best of you and looking down at the floor while you spoke to him. You’d give him a scared smile when he handed you things, your blood running cold when his hand brushed up against yours during those exchanges. You often found your eyes wandering to him when he wasn’t focused on you, it was easier to look at him when you knew he wasn’t aware of you checking him out. You loved the way his tail squashed playfully as he joked around with Morph, how his ear would twitch like a cats when he heard someone new enter the room, how his fangs gleamed when he smiled or how his bright yellow eyes sparked with mischief during a fight.
“Okay…you know what? Todays the day, today I need to confess to him! If I don’t today, I never will cause I’m a baby and will back out.” You stood up confidently.
“Yeah! Go get em, tiger!” Rogue cheered as you walked away, then lowered her voice. “She ain’t gonna.”
“I think Y/N can do things she sets her mind to.” Storm defended you.
“Wanna put ten bucks on it?” Rogue raised an eyebrow and cheekily grinned.
“…you’re on.” Storm nodded, shaking her hand as Jean spoke up, saying she’d bet alongside Storm that you could do it.
“You know I can still hear you all?” You crossed your arms from the window, getting a closer look and watching Kurt dodge Roberto’s lunge. Your friends all laughed as you shook your head, trying to get ahold of your nerves.
How were you supposed to tell the most handsome, heroic, sweetest, most amazing person ever you were in love with them? Kurt was genuinely the kindest person you’d ever met, giving you butterflies when you watched him comfort a mutant child during a fight, or how he helped his teammates so gently when they were injured. You couldn’t fathom how people were afraid or disgusted by him, he was the most gorgeous man in the world. How you could see a tinge of indigo under his blue fur when he blushed or bruised, how sculpted and chiseled he was yet also was so soft to look at. When he wore sweatpants and a tank top after training one day, you swore you would have a heart attack right then and there seeing how attractive he looked in the outfit. You adored sneaking peeks of him working out alone, his muscles bulging when he did push ups or pull ups on a bar, how flexible and agile he was and how effortless he made it look. You’d stand outside the door until you felt you would get caught staring, not wanting to seem like a creep.
You were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts when the door opened, Wolverine carrying Jubilee, pretending to be limp and passed out in his arms.
“What happened?” Jean asked as the girls all stood up from their little coffee and gossip session.
“She tripped and scraped her knee trying to get the ball from Logan!” Morph snickered as they all filed inside.
“I’ve been attacked! He pushed me and now I’m severely wounded!” Jubilee whined dramatically as Logan set her down on the counter. You waited for Kurt while you listened to Jubilee and Wolverine bicker about the seriousness of her cut knee, feeling your heart skip a beat when he finally walked in, chatting with Hank.
“Um…hey, Kurt?” You spoke quietly, but Kurt’s ear twitched and picked up your shy voice.
“Yes, Miss Y/N?” He asked, stopping and letting Hank go ahead of him.
“I…um…could you find a first aid kit, please?”
You blushed when you heard your friends laugh behind you and Storm and Jean handed Rogue money, knowing Kurt was looking past you at them, wondering what they were doing. You felt like a dork backing out of confessing and asking him to do something you could easily do, but you changed your mind at the last second that you weren’t ready yet.
“Sure.” He smiled, before bamfing off. You turned and glared at your friends, before walking walked over to Jubilee, seeing blood dripping down her shin and gravel from the court embedded inside of it.
“Ouch, let me clean that for you.” You said and wet a paper towel, ignoring Logan saying how she was fine and it was part of growing up and being a kid. You kneeled down and patted down Jubilee’s injury, soaking up the blood and wiping out any gravel from the wound.
“Here you are, Y/N.” You heard a familiar sweet, velvety voice beside you. You looked over and saw Nightcrawler holding out a first aid kit from the nearest bathroom, a charming grin on his face.
“Oh, um, thank you Kurt.” You smiled at him shyly, before quickly turning your attention to Jubilee. You didn’t see the look of rejection in his yellow eyes as the irritated twitch of his tail at that, before he sighed and bamfed off again.
*a couple hours later*
“Mein Gott!” The mutant shouted in surprise, also not paying attention to where he was going before tumbling backwards at the collision. You were on your way to training, focusing on wrapping up your hands to look where you were going. Now, you knocked down the last person you wanted to. You felt bad seeing the gorgeous man on the floor because of you.
“Kurt! I’m so sorry! Here, let me help!” You held a hand out to him, but he got up himself.
“It is fine.” He said simply before walking past you, then suddenly pausing and turning to you. “May I ask you something?”
“Sure.” You fidgeted with your hands nervously, anxious for the question.
“Do you…have I offended you in some way?” He asked, his eyes flashing with a bit of sadness.
“What? No? Why would you think that?” You asked, worried your timid behavior had finally kicked you in the ass.
“You tend to just brush me off, I’ve noticed. Lately you don’t really look at me, you respond with few words to me. I just thought…maybe I did something to scare you? Disgust you? Perhaps I…you think I’m a monster?”
You stared at him in the hallway, shock freezing your thoughts for a moment. How could he ever think your awkwardness around him could be because you thought he was disgusting? That he thought you found him frightening? You hadn’t realized how not making eye contact or responding curtly would come across to him, a man who’s been persecuted and attacked his whole life for how he looked. He was the most admirable, amazing person you’d ever met and you made him feel like a monster.
“Kurt, no! Not at all! I just…I do like you, I do! You just…make me very nervous. More so than I usually am…”
“How? Do I intimidate you?” He tilted his head in confusion. “I do not mean to-“
“It’s not that, really. I uh…I just really admire you, I guess. You make me more nervous than the others because…because I really like you…a lot.” You looked down at the floor, shyly looking up into his eyes. His face relaxed when he finally understood what you meant.
“Oh…I apologize for thinking so little of your actions. You are understanding and non judge mental, I should never have assumed what I did about you. How about I take you out to apologize for my ignorance?” He flashed his fangs at you in a charming smile, slowly approaching you before he was close enough to hold out a hand to you.
“I-I…okay.” You took his hand and sheepishly smiled up at him, allowing him to guide you down the hall. “I’m really sorry I made you feel like I-“
“No apology necessary, Y/N, really. I’m just glad we’ve come to…an understanding.” He grinned, bringing your hand up to his lips to place a soft kiss on your knuckles. You blushed and giggled at the action
Everything I love about Nightcrawler’s fight sequence in episode 8 of xmen 97 in obsessive detail:
Firstly, the theatrical string orchestra accompaniment throughout the battle is perfect for Nightcrawler.
When Kurt teleports onto the scene, his tail swishes almost lazily until his swords form an X.
When Logan says ‘lady I got six reasons why”
Kurt responds with word play ‘no mein freund, nine” or “nein” which is German for no.
Nightcrawler’s effortless grace of movement throughout. The way balances on the bed frame like an acrobat/dancer/fencer.
Speaking of fencing, at one point during the battle Nightcrawler has one arm behind his back like a fencer, in order to eliminate the arm as a target.
Nightcrawler’s acrobatic fighting style. Flipping and spinning in the air, it’s a treat to see animated.
Nightcrawler’s lightning fast agility. Like when Kurt’s distracted by Logan getting smashed into a wall but instinctively dodges the enemy lunging at him.
Kurt’s protectiveness for his sister
When Nightcrawler teleports he looks in the direction he’s teleporting because he has to see where he is going, great attention to detail!
Thank-you x-men 97 for letting Kurt be incredible!
