[Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner x mutant!reader] pt. 2 here
a/n: AHHHH this is finally out! *pats myself on the back for the longest one-shot i've ever written* gosh he's such a cutie pie and i was so intimidated by writing for him that i haven't done it for a whole decade. so i really hope this is something and i am looking forward to reblogs&comments - feed the author! <3
summary: There's one thing you really want to do on your first date with a cute blue mutant, but is he even aware of it? PINING, FLUFF literally ULTIMATE fluff!!! 5ish K words. gn! reader, no use of [y/n]; reader is a light-bending mutant. I imagined X2 kurt bc he is my og loml, but you do you! ⋆⭒˚.⋆
disclaimer: I never have and never will use AI in my writing; this bullshit comes from the heart!
one.
“Can we still keep hanging out tonight?” was what Kurt asked after having established that there will be a movie date two days later, but he was enjoying the company of one delightful light-bender mutant. On the one hand, it seemed appropriate to establish the plans, time and place, and then bid goodbye and not risk overstaying his welcome (and go to his room to positively freak out); but on the other hand, you seemed adamant on extending the hangout on the windowsill in the kitchen, everyone else already sleeping.
“Of course we can still hang out now,” you chuckled lightly, looking him up and down to appreciate the sense of disbelief still evident on his face. “You don’t have to teleport three rooms away and pretend I do not exist until Friday evening.”
“Well, I am trying to be polite and respectful,” he answered carefully, not sure where to draw boundaries yet, “not be in your personal space too much, or push you.”
“Oh Kurt,” you sighed, “I want you in my personal space, very much, I just don’t know when that will finally get through your head.” You poked at his temple lightly, making him flinch more in surprise than discomfort.
In all honesty, he was sort of new to the whole ‘someone lovingly touching him without seeming horrified’ thing; you seemed so unfazed. Even more than just unfazed, you seemed to gravitate towards him constantly, and he wasn’t completely sure whether the whole thing was just another unattainable illusion.
A short bout of your laughter at his reaction brought him back from his thoughts and he absentmindedly smiled at you.
“You won’t be saying that when I am talking during the movie,” he teased, and he could see your eyes almost glint with amusement at the potential challenge.
“I just know you’d be the person who throws in random comments or questions while watching something,” you retorted, satisfied – which he found almost odd in the context of someone willingly subjecting themselves to his enthusiastic rambling – “I don’t think I’ll mind, though. I like listening to you talk about just anything, really.”
If Kurt could visibly blush, he would have, especially as your eyes met his bright ones, but not before you stole a glance downwards at his lips and then back up – or maybe he was just imagining things; it really was getting pretty late and it had been an eventful evening.
“I like talking to you about just anything.”
“Even when I interrupt you without meaning to?” you gently nudged him, an impish smile playing on your lips as you relished the opportunity to be so physically close and comfortable.
“Even then.”
“I don’t think many people in the world would say the same,” you muttered with a hint of a self-deprecating tone, “but you’re not ‘many people’, Wagner.”
“Ja, I think I am just one,” he chuckled, sharp teeth visible against the backdrop of the night. Your heart did a somersault in your chest as you couldn’t help but beam in return.
Yes, we can keep hanging out tonight – hopefully not only tonight.
two.
“I swear I was going to get you flowers, Schatz, but they would wither away during the movie,” his accent intensified when he was being apologetic, as if to emphasize the sincerity of the statement. “And then you would be sad.”
“I’m just messing with you, Blue,” you grinned in response, lightly shoving him with your shoulder as you two walked towards the cinema in the night. “I know you’re a gentleman like that, but it really wouldn’t make sense to bring them here now.”
Kurt quietly sighed in relief before you continued.
“Besides, the ‘just-because’ sunflower you got me a few days ago is still alive and well,” you spoke gleefully, “I change the water every day so it better last me a while.”
“Promise you will tell me when it dries?” He gave you a playfully pointed look. “You need your desk flowers to keep up your spirits while you work.”
“As far as keeping up spirits goes, you’re doing a marvelous job at it, with or without flowers,” you blinked at him, a bright expression not leaving your face, “but I would never refuse an extra flower, especially from you.”
“They really make you so happy?” Kurt wondered aloud, treasuring the fact that this wonderful being next to him – while deserving all the lovely things in the world – appreciated its simplest joys to that extent. A fellow mutant after his own heart.
“Truly,” you grinned, “in fact, when I go to sleep, I put them on my bedside table so that I see them as soon as I wake up.”
The part that you omitted was ‘and then I remember they’re from you and I immediately smile and my day starts better and I can’t believe there had ever been a time when I didn’t know you’, but that would surely be said another day. As much as you had cared for him and enjoyed your time together since day one, you had to force yourself to slam on the brakes just a little bit, because his poor heart would have just given out from the sheer amount of affection you were harboring. A famished man attending a feast must be at least a little careful with how much he indulges.
“I did not know that,” he offered a small smile, looking down as warmth blossomed in his chest.
“That’s why we’re here tonight, I guess,” you mused with a slight shrug of her shoulders, “to get to know each other even better,” you drawled out in a teasing tone, making Kurt’s heart skip a beat.
“And to talk during the movie,” he chuckled, questioningly, recalling the conversation from just 40-something hours ago.
“Oh, certainly – I’m looking forward to hearing all your opinions.”
It was a very frosty night and, indeed, Kurt could’ve just teleported both of you to the movie theater, but ultimately he’d decided against it (as long as you didn’t seem to mind the chill too much).
Firstly, he wanted to savor every minute you were spending together, especially while things were going smoothly and nicely, it seemed unfair to steal that time away by the convenience of teleportation (which, admittedly, would’ve given him the perfect excuse to hold you deliciously close).
But if you had ever walked shoulder to shoulder with someone who held your heart in their hands, under the sky which seemed to be suggesting a snowfall rather soon, everything was twinkling with Christmas lights and festive decorations… you know rather well that you wouldn’t want to miss a second of it.
And secondly, bluntly, the cool air was helping him keep his nerves under control somehow. In case he didn’t know what to say, he could also just point out a string of lights in a window or a wreath on a door and elicit an enthusiastic reaction from his lovely companion.
And then, thirdly, those were simply the perfect circumstances to offer you his jacket if you ever got too cold. Because Kurt Wagner was nothing if not a gentleman.
three.
The movie had barely even begun, the lights going all the way down, when Kurt half-consciously scooted closer to the person of his dreams and prayers. If you asked him whether he did it on purpose, he would neither confirm nor deny, but one thing was already clear as day – only minutes into the date, in the depths of his soul he was already displeased with not being as close to you as humanly possible, for as long as possible.
You smiled at the proximity, shoulder to shoulder in the dark, stupid personal space be damned. Who needed personal space on a freezing Friday night, when you could have a personal Nightcrawler, who was right there. You brushed off the excited shiver that passed through your body at the fact that you two almost instantaneously established some point of physical contact. Luckily for you, poor well-intentioned Kurt misinterpreted that slight movement as you being cold, and he wasted no time in draping his coat considerately over your shoulders. Did you have a jacket of your own? Yes. Were you cold? Not in the slightest, at least not in that moment. But absolutely nobody needed to know that, especially not the blue mutant beside you.
If you dared to look at him in response to his caring gesture, you thought you might have completely melted on the spot, and you really weren’t willing to risk it so early in the night – there had to be more in store.
four.
“Do you think he will get the job?” Kurt murmured, gesturing vaguely with his head towards the screen.
“Either way, I will cry,” you replied, biting your pinky nail nervously, “but if he inherits the old guy’s position, then something will happen to the old guy. And he’s just so sweet.”
“Maybe we should have picked, uh, something… happier?” he wondered aloud, nerves almost getting the best of him.
“No no, this is still really cozy,” you quickly faced him with a reassuring smile, hopefully visible enough, “I love emotional movies, I’m just not sure how appropriate it is to cry on a first date,” you joked, and Kurt observed your facial expression with a subtle smirk.
“If you cry, I can give you a hug,” he answered with a little head tilt, hoping that it sounded very matter-of-factly, and not as if he would go into cardiac arrest if that ended up happening.
“Then I hope I’ll cry,” you concluded happily, making yourself comfortable in the seat once again.
It really was comfy – warm, dark, one of those old movies that reminded you of chilly Christmas Eves for some reason, of not having a care in the world and being in your own little cocoon of safety while something comforting droned on in the background.
For a couple moments, your thoughts drifted away into wondering whether Kurt had ever experienced the atmosphere that you were thinking of and whether he knew the feeling you were reminiscing about. Unbeknownst to you, he did, exactly then and there.
five.
And then Kurt did one of the bravest things he’d ever dared to do – moved his hand just a bit closer to yours across the fraying orange seats. And then you did something you didn’t even require bravery for, but were just waiting for a signal that it was acceptable, wanted – you securely placed a warm hand on top of his own.
Something glitched deep within his chest and he tried to cover up his surprise with a small cough, as you tried not to giggle.
For a few moments you two stayed just like that, the movie half-forgotten anyway, as he tried to gather the courage to do another brave thing right after, which was to slightly turn his face towards yours and try to read your expression in the dimly lit room. The second you felt his golden eyes on your face, your warmly content smile got even wider and a wave of heat spread all throughout your face, and you didn’t even bother to cover it up.
You were hoping he would see each and every effect he’d had on you ever since you met for the first time, and you felt like you had barely stopped smiling since that day. Even when there was a gigantic workload at the school or when Logan was being unnecessarily grumpy.
Although originally Kurt had been relatively interested in the movie, all the drama on the screen faded away now that you were so close to him, so warm, relaxed, lively.
He thought how, for the rest of his life, he would never again in his prayers ask to be given something – how could anything possibly surpass what was hand in hand with him right now – but he would only be grateful for this one particular evening, for the rest of time.
Even if it stayed only a perfect moment, in the back row in an old cinema, on a windy winter evening, it was like a glimpse of Heaven on Earth.
Fortunately for him, it started growing into more than just a singular moment; when you leaned back in your seat more and stretched out your legs right over his lap, with a yawn that he couldn’t estimate whether it was genuine or faked, not that he particularly cared. You were so proud of the move you’d made and, honestly, were feeling pretty cozy and coy as soon as you realized that the boy’s mind was beyond blown by the fact that you were almost cuddling.
Kurt’s only plans for the night were just to not to make an absolute fool of himself and ensure that you were having a decently nice time; he didn’t dare to dream that anything additionally wonderful could even happen for him, with a magical person like you. Yet there he was, doing his best to not have a heart attack over the fact that you were being so free with him, like you weren’t even scared or uncomfortable or there with him just out of politeness or pity.
You wanted to be close to him.
six.
Once again Kurt thought how he wouldn’t dare to pray for anything else besides to keep that closeness in his memories forever, no matter what happened after the movie and after that night.
“Do you think he will get there before it’s too late?” you leaned in slightly to whisper a comment over the amplified sounds, your breath brushing over his pointed ear. “Or will she die before he sees her?”
“Uhm, well-” he began, as if startled from a dream; in all honesty, he had no clue what was happening on the screen anymore – reality was just better. “What do you think?”
You smiled at his flustered expression, your heart skipping a beat in your chest. “I think you’re the cutest person I have ever met,” you concluded, leaning back into the seat again.
Kurt swore his cheeks were burning as he scrambled around his brain trying to string together something coherent to say.
“It would be nice if he-” he managed to mutter before the two of you were shushed by someone from the front rows, and before you both covered their mouths to avoid laughing and being even more of a disturbance. You kept looking over at him with an amused glint in your eyes, but you were relishing in how his hands now rested on your outstretched legs, as if he had always been an integral part of your personal space.
This closeness flustered you more than you’d anticipated, but you wouldn’t have dared to move either your legs or your hand which was still entwined with his. Yes, it was the first official date, but you have been spending a considerable amount of time together ever since the beginning; so you could at least justify the fact that you were falling for the blue teleporter faster and harder than you had ever before, for anyone in the world.
You were beginning to grow expectant of the movie ending, not because you wanted the night to be over, but because you were burning to see what would happen next. It had to be good.
The seconds that the credits started rolling, you turned your head to not-at-all subtly observe Kurt’s face, despite being certain that you looked like a lovesick fool.
But did it matter?
seven.
Just inches away, he had been anticipating the end of the movie too so he could do exactly the same thing; but imagine his delight when he turned to look at you and you were already wide-eyed, watching him as if he was some celestial being, a proper angel. Your noses almost bumped when he turned to face you, causing you to quietly laugh, and you just couldn’t resist it anymore – you brought one hand up to his face to run a careful finger down his cheek, over every scar and intricate line. Kurt didn’t even dare to breathe from fear of shattering the delicate moment, but he was almost sure you could hear his heart beating hard against the fading background clamor.
You were slow with your featherlight movements as if you were tracing a work of art while he looked at your through half-lidded eyes, all but convinced he was in a dream, until he could no longer only look.
He whispered your name like it was a love poem.
“Kurt,” you smiled at him expectantly, pausing your movements. Your pupils were wide and you looked every bit as dream-like as he was feeling. He noted that the way you said his name sounded like a delicate prayer.
“I- I wanted to say something beautiful but now I do not remember,” he confessed sheepishly, internally chastising himself for ruining the moment for nothing. But on the contrary, you were absolutely charmed with the sincerity of the moment, and you noted that his accent did indeed get sweetly stronger when he was nervous.
“Can I say something beautiful then?” you inquired, once again bringing your fingers to his jawline.
“Bitte,” he gave you a short nod, eager to see what happens next.
“When you look at me like that, I forget lots of things too,” you smiled so earnestly as your eyes met in the low light, “and I really mean it.”
Kurt grinned so widely and brightly that, for a split second, you thought the lights in the cinema were back on.
If this was his reality on Earth, then what was Heaven?
eight.
“Sooo, how would you rate it?” you questioned as you began your way back home. It had started to snow lightly, and the world was slowly going quiet, except for the two of you whose night was teeming with endless possibilities and joyful laughter. “From one to ten?”
“The movie or the company?” Kurt teased, glancing over at the light-bender whose head was tilted upwards to better appreciate the falling snow, but you met his eyes immediately.
“Both, if you want to be very brave and very honest,” you grinned in expectation.
You thought he looked so magical against the bright wintery scenery, you wished you’d had your camera with you to savor the moment.
“Well, then… the movie - seven,” he hummed thoughtfully, your gaze on him steadfast and curious. God, you wanted to just launch yourself at him and give him a proper kiss after having to stop yourself so many times throughout the night. It was snowing, for goodness’ sake, he was cute, it was perfect! But you let him talk, steadfastly keeping your promise that you would listen to him no matter the topic.
“And the company,” he gave you a pointed look and you shivered, maybe because of the cold or maybe not because of the cold at all, “a solid three,” he spoke through a sharp grin.
“Hey-” you burst into laughter and playfully swatted him wherever you could reach until you were both laughing in tandem.
“Three thousand, Schatz,” the teleporter corrected himself, lightly rubbing his side as if trying to memorize the exact spot where your hand had landed, “you did not let me finish!”
“As if that was what you were going to say,” you huffed in mock offense, the remnants of laughter still visible on your face.
He had the urge to reach out his hand and envelop yours once again, but he didn’t want to push his luck. What if the magic was gone, now that you were no longer in the dark, nearly alone, what if you had changed your mind now that you were seeing him again under streetlights in the snow? What if you were once again reminded of how he actually looked against the backdrop of everyday normalcy, and were just making conversation to be polite?
As a matter of fact, you were reminded. And you wanted nothing more than to kiss him all over his stupid face and hold hands and make snow angels and then get wrapped up in a warm hug as snowflakes littered your hair.
“Can you prove that I wasn’t?” he taunted, raising an eyebrow.
Before you could make a counterpoint, you sharply turned towards him to try and be dramatic while making your statement, but tripped over something that was snowed under. In the blink of an eye, Kurt’s tail was wrapped snugly around your waist to stop you from falling, as well as his arms around your shoulders. Even though the air was chilly and sharp, you had never felt warmer.
“Can we also prove this never happened?” you winced with a small, awkward grin. But if you hadn’t tripped, you wouldn’t be in a very comfortable, spontaneous embrace right about now, so it was still sort of a win in your books.
“The only thing that happened was you being cute,” he reassured you, softly squeezing your shoulders. He found it lovely how they were almost perfectly eye to eye standing like that. But his brain was absolutely clambering about what to do next. He couldn’t… kiss you, just like that? No, he couldn't – it was too brash, untactful, entirely too random of a moment.
You lived for random moments.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a charmer, Wagner?” you tactfully tried to steer the moment towards where you’d been wanting it to go, as you cautiously hugged him back, as if afraid to shatter this frail wink of time, swelling with possibilities.
“Only for you,” he grinned, contented with himself, in that uniquely humble way that only he could.
Slowly, cautiously, you lifted her hands towards his cheek again – you couldn’t help it – out of everyone you had ever touched, his face was most compelling by far – but it wasn’t just that. It was more.
It was the way that every magnetic force in the world seemed to be pulling you closer to him, to the glow of his eyes and the curve of his nose and the hint of dimples when he smiled, and – the way he looked at you as if you were mythical, worthy of every bit of his reverence, wondrous.
Was he aware that you had been looking at him just the same?
You moved, subconsciously, just a fragment of an inch closer.
Kurt was hoping you couldn’t actually hear his heartbeat.
He cleared his throat.
“Pehraps it is best that I teleport us home, ja? We don't want you accidentally hurting yourself,” he offered shyly, but his hold on you was unwavering.
“Yeah,” you released a long-held breath. “Go ahead,” you smiled, lowering your arms to wrap them around the teleporter’s waist before getting whisked away in a blur of smoke.
nine.
“Next time, we’re seeing a comedy,” you pointed a finger at Kurt as you were unlocking your respective rooms back at the mansion.
“Next time?” he blinked in amazement, looking at you incredulously.
“You don’t like comedies?” you almost gasped, placing a hand over your chest for added dramatic effect. “I was so sure you-”
“Ach, I do – ja, I like them,” he quickly corrected himself, a master of misinterpretation; exhaling in relief and giving you a reassuring smile – what he hoped was reassuring and not a mixture of nervous and baffled. “Or we can see something scary?”
“You like scary?” your mouth fell open again, causing Kurt to chuckle lovingly at your earnest reactions.
“Nein. But I do like holding you, if you get scared,” he proposed so sweetly that it made you immediately consider watching something horrific just for the sensation of being in his embrace another time.
“Or you would just hide behind me the whole time,” you teased with a cute head tilt, “with your eyes glowing in the dark and all.”
Before he had a chance to protest, you lovingly petted his hair in a moment of playful affection, but retracted quickly with a “Good night, Blue,” slipping from your lips as you closed the door behind you. The quiet “Gute Nacht” you heard from the other side all but disappeared into thin air as your eyes took in the unexpected scenery waiting for you in your quarters.
A heap of the world’s brightest yellow marigolds tied with a light blue ribbon was laying on your desk.
A gentleman he was.
ten.
Barely a second had passed between your excited gasp at the surprise waiting for you, and the burst of dark blue smoke crackling into the empty space right at the door. So the night wasn’t over just yet.
“I was hoping you would do that,” you admitted, the tantalizing truth out in the open, as you turned around to face your favorite pair of bright eyes.
“Do you like them?” Kurt inquired, gesturing towards the vibrant bouquet with a coy little smile playing on his face. You approached him mindlessly, like a magnet pulled into his field.
“You are just unbelievable,” you shook your head in happy disbelief, your hands instinctively finding their way to his shoulders, an edge of laughter plain as day in your voice. “I’ve never- thank you, Kurt, really. You are entirely too good to me.”
“I couldn’t be, Liebchen. You have already given me more than I could ever deserve.” He looked down before meeting your eyes with all the courage he could gather, and this time it was his hand that found your face first, tilting it only slightly so you were eye to eye. You were convinced that this was finally the moment your heart would burst out of your chest for good.
“But?” You probed, leaning in just a hair’s breadth until the tips of your noses brushed against one another.
“Could I kiss you? Please?” He wondered, almost breathlessly, and when you smiled against him it was as though someone had knocked all the air out of him.
“Only if I can tell you a secret afterwards,” you quipped tauntingly, glancing down at his parted lips and then back into his wide eyes for half a second; he nodded in a daze and, chivalrously, at last, closed the tantalizing distance between you.
And oh, he was so careful as if you were a sacred apparition that had somehow – by a stroke of crazy luck or destiny – materialized in his arms and against his lips, that might disappear in a blur at any given moment if he pushed just a bit too far – but you didn’t.
You were there.
You were real.
You were an answered prayer repeated quietly into the dark over countless lonely nights.
And you weren’t pulling away, weren't scared off, weren’t appalled or weirded out – you were enjoying yourself. Most of all, to Kurt’s absolute bewilderment, you seemed to be enjoying him, indigo skin, sharp teeth and all.
He was really hoping it wasn’t just because of the flowers.
Pulling away was nearly an impossible feat, but there was still something you needed to share with him – it was only fair. Your hands comfortably landed on his heaving chest over a thundering heartbeat, steadily sliding higher to clasp behind his neck, like they had belonged there since the beginning of time.
“This…” you trailed off dreamily, twirling one of his curls around your finger, “is the only thing I’ve been thinking about all day.” You smiled at him in surrender, and Kurt was incredibly pleased to note the light blush on your cheeks.
“I hope it was as good as you wished, Liebling,” he replied sincerely, doing his best not to accidentally teleport elsewhere in a burst of adrenaline, but he wouldn’t – you were still very much in his face, his senses brimming with you; he was in paradise.
“Better, angel” you whispered, lips just barely brushing against his before you fully leaned in and took all his breath away, yet another time, and he would let you, time and time again.
Small gleams of light were dancing across your fingertips as your hand wound up in his dark curls.
That night, when Kurt prayed before sleep as usual (and just barely managed to fall asleep at all afterwards), after everything he devoutly thanked God for, he decided to be a bit bold – and ask for a thousand more nights like these.
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Peter Parker: ‘Bug’! I can you two calling each other ‘bug’ and ‘bug boy’ respectively. Definitely has a roster of petnames depending on the mood; ‘sweetie’ to comfort you, ‘champ’ to make you laugh, ‘pipsqueak’ to tease you, etc. Definitely has squished your cheeks and called you ‘chipmunk’ before. Of course, nothing beats your name for him.
Johnny Storm: Don’t let him see you do something embarrassing because he won’t let you live it down. Trip in front of him once, and he’ll be calling you ‘stumbles’ for the next year. Also likes using loveydovey names like ‘firefly’ and ‘good lookin’. ‘Hotstuff’ and ‘boo’ are also some of his favourites, and probably what he refers to you as on his Instagram posts.
Matt Murdock: No one, and I mean no one, says ‘sweetheart’ like he does, whether he says it when he’s comforting you or when he’s about to go down on you, it is so insanely attractive. Definitely a ‘yes dear’ guy. He definitely has a nickname to reflect your nature/dynamic to him, like ‘sunshine’, ‘angel’, etc.
Wade Wilson: Revoke his right to use pet names!! It’s like he wants to give everyone diabetes with the names he comes up with. Hit him so he never calls you ‘pussy cat’ again. ‘Sugar plum’, ‘Carebear’, and ‘Angel face’ are his more tolerable ones. Probably stacks pet names on top of each other, creating an actual Frankenstein of mushiness.
Clint Barton: ‘Birdie’ or ‘dove’ definitely. Less into pet names, and more into making nicknames, I think, but definitely throws around ‘babe’ or ‘angelface’. Definitely makes up a teasing nickname based on your alias if you have one.
Scott Summers: ‘Honey’ or ‘dear’ because he is literally a wife guy. I can see him call you ‘peanut’ somewhat awkwardly when you two first get together. But ‘honey’ really does suit him, the type to rub your arms comfortingly while whispering sweet nothings.
Kurt Wagner: Mein gott, German time! ‘Engel’, ‘Schatz’, ‘liebling’, etc, are his go to. Also refers to you as his heart, his light, and the like because he wants you to always know how much you mean to him and all the ways you’ve changed his life for the better.
Logan Howlett: We all know ‘bub’ is his go to, but he definitely calls you ‘doll’, ‘bunny’, and ‘lovely’. Anything that points out the juxtaposition between how…pretty you are and how…Logan he is. Could also see him going for someone mousy, which of course would come with its own array of nicknames.
Scott sank down onto your cock in one slow, greedy motion, taking every inch until his ass was flush against your hips. A low, strained groan slipped from his throat as his tight walls clenched hard around you, hot and slick from the lube he’d barely used.
He planted both hands firmly on your chest, fingers spread wide for balance, and started riding you. Deep, powerful rolls of his hips that dragged your cock in and out of his hole with relentless rhythm. Sweat already glistened on his toned chest and abs as he moved, thighs flexing with every rise and fall.
His thick, heavy cock dragged messily across your stomach with each downward stroke, leaving sticky trails of precum that smeared between your bodies. He was leaking plenty, the head flushed dark and wet, painting your skin every time he ground forward.
Scott’s breathing grew rougher, jaw clenched tight as he fucked himself harder on you. His hole pulsed and squeezed with every thrust, greedy and scorching. He leaned forward slightly, red-tinted eyes locked onto your face, watching you intently while he rode you faster, chasing that perfect angle that made his thighs tremble.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room as he took you deeper, hips snapping down with focused intensity. His cock throbbed against your abs, dripping steadily now, his control fraying with every bounce.
He didn’t speak — just kept riding you like he needed it, hands pressing harder into your chest as his pace turned rougher, more desperate.
You finding out Logan cheated on you was a complete accident. You'd gone looking for him after a mission because he'd left before the debriefing ended. When you open the door to one of the empty hallways near the Danger Room, you freeze. Logan has Jean pressed up against the wall, making out with her. Once they notice you, Logan and Jean pull away from each other almost instantly. However, the damage is already done. Your stomach drops, and before either of them can explain, you turn on your heels and walk away.
Logan follows you all the way back to your room, knocking on your door for nearly twenty minutes. He apologies and tries to explain himself. He tells you it “just happened” and insists he still cares about you. Yet, you could give two shits about the excuses he is giving you. He hurt you willingly and that’s enough of an explanation for you. Eventually, you snap and harshly tell him to leave, throwing a few curse words and insults his way.
The breakup hits you harder than anyone expects. The following weeks were miserable. You still attend training and participate in missions because you're an X-Man before anything else, but outside of that, you completely withdraw. You stop joining everyone for meals, skip movie nights, and spend most evenings curled up in your room pretending to read while your mind keeps replaying the events of Logan cheating.
Scott notices before anyone else does. He notices the untouched food on your plate, the way you force smiles during conversations, and how you immediately leave the room whenever Logan walks in.
He doesn't push you to talk or constantly ask if you're okay. Instead, he starts sitting beside you during meals. He’ll join you in the library during your reading time. After training, he walks you back to your room. On missions, he partners with you whenever possible. Over time, Scott’s presence became a comfort to you and it became a part of your daily routine that you looked forward to.
Scott has liked you for years, but after finding out what Logan did to you, he buries those feelings even deeper. Watching you hurt is heartbreaking enough. The idea of pouring out his feelings to you while you're grieving another relationship genuinely makes him feel sick. He decides that if all he ever gets to be is your friend, then that's enough.
Some nights, your depression becomes overwhelming. You'll find yourself sitting alone on the roof of the mansion, staring at the stars because you can't sleep. More often than not, Scott joins you. He never pressures you to talk. Sometimes the two of you sit in complete silence for hours, and somehow that silence feels like a security blanket around you.
The first time you finally break down in front of someone, it's Scott. You ask him if there is something wrong with you and why Logan chose Jean over you. Scott immediately shakes his head. "Don't do that to yourself," he says softly. "Someone else's decision to betray your trust doesn't determine your worth."
Scott never speaks badly about Logan or Jean. Even though he's disappointed in both of them, he knows insulting them won't make you feel better. Instead, he focuses entirely on helping you rebuild your confidence.
Whenever you start spiraling, Scott has an incredible ability to ground you. He'll remind you of successful missions you've led, people you've helped, funny memories with the team, or simple things like making sure you've eaten and gotten some sleep. He doesn't magically fix your depression, but he makes carrying it feel a little less lonely.
Months pass before you realize you're genuinely smiling again. Not the polite smiles you've been forcing, but real ones. Most of them happen during conversations with Scott. He has such a dry sense of humor that his jokes catch you completely off guard, and hearing your own laughter again almost surprises you.
One afternoon, you're helping Scott reorganize the training schedules after everyone else had finished up for the day. Somewhere between arguing over the stupidest things and stacks of paperwork, the two of you end up laughing so hard you both had tears in your eyes. It's the happiest you've felt in months, and Scott treasures that moment more than you'll ever know.
Everyone around the mansion starts noticing your new found happiness. Ororo comments that your eyes seem brighter and more cheerful. Kurt tells Scott he's happy to see you laughing again. Even Professor Xavier notices that you seem more at peace whenever Scott is nearby.
Despite what everyone else thinks, Scott still refuses to make a move. Every time someone jokingly suggests he ask you out, he simply replies, "They've been through enough." He wants to be absolutely certain that if you ever date again, it's because you've healed. He doesn’t want you to date to fill the empty space Logan left behind.
It isn't until nearly a year after the breakup that Scott finally considers asking you out. By then, your friendship has become one of the strongest relationships either of you has ever had. You know each other's coffee orders, daily routines, favorite books, and exactly how to cheer the other person up after a rough day.
Scott spends an entire week trying to work up the courage. He practices what he's going to say, immediately decides it sounds stupid, starts over, and repeats the process about twenty times.
When he finally asks, it's after a late-night training session. The two of you are sitting on the mansion steps watching the sunset, both completely exhausted. Scott rubs the back of his neck before saying, "I know this might change things... but would you want to go on a date with me sometime?" He's visibly nervous, and somehow that makes your heart melt.
You smile almost immediately. "I was wondering how much longer it was going to take you."
Scott blinks. "...You knew?"
You laugh. “It’s so obvious you like me, Scott.”
“...Oh. Was it that obvious?”
“Literally everyone knew about it.”
Your first date was simple because that's exactly how Scott wanted it. A quiet dinner, followed by a walk through the park where the two of you talk about everything except being X-Men. It's peaceful. Comfortable. There isn't a single awkward silence because you've already spent months becoming best friends first.
After every date, Scott waits until you're safely inside your room before heading back to his. Only then does he let himself grin like an idiot as he gets ready for bed.
The relationship develops slowly. Neither of you are in a rush. There are weeks where all you do is go on dates, hold hands, and enjoy finally being together without putting pressure on yourselves.
The first time Scott tells you he loves you, it isn't like those dramatic scenes you see in rom-com movies. You're both cooking dinner in the mansion kitchen, flour somehow ends up on his face. That makes you start bursting out laughing, and he looks at you with soft adoration before saying, "I love seeing you happy." A few seconds later, almost as if he hadn't meant to say it out loud, he adds, "...I love you."
Loving Scott feels different. You never have to question whether he wants to be with you. He communicates, checks in on you, remembers the little things, and never lets you go to bed wondering where you stand. After everything you've been through, that consistency becomes your favorite thing about him.
Looking back, you realize Scott never rescued you from heartbreak. He simply walked beside you while you healed, reminded you of your worth when you couldn't see it yourself, and patiently waited until your heart was ready to love again. By the time you officially became a couple, it didn't feel like finding someone new: it felt like coming home.
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Scott Summers Headcannons (SFW and NSFW 18+)
Tek i love you <3 ty for letting me feed my own delusions about our man
no matter how long you’ve been dating Scott, he will always be a nervous wreck around you. flustered beyond belief the moment he locks eyes with you across the table during mission debriefs, stumbling over his words as he tries to get the details of the upcoming mission to leave his mouth. Logan would roll his eyes and grumble something about “slim just sit down” and complain about why they let him be in charge for the nth time that morning.
he is always asking you what color his shirt is and if his outfit matches. He tried to stick to neutral tones as those were easy to tell apart with his ruby tinted vision, but once Jubilee called him a “sad beige millienial” he had to branch out from neutrals and his x-men uniform. he trusted you the most to pick him out the colorful waredrobe that would save him from being victim to Jubilee’s own brand of fashion which he saw as the end of the world.
Scott Summers loves it when you get bratty/angry with him, when you take over and take the lead from him. Especially after a tense mission when you two have done nothing but bicker since you two stepped back into the mansion after the silent jet ride back. You storm off to your shared room, Scott right behind you as he attempts to talk to you. The second you step into the bedroom you whirl around and shove your finger in Scott’s face, yelling about how disastrous the mission went due to his piss poor planning. He looks down at you with astonishment, he’d never seen you like this, and if he was being honest, it turned him on. He’d try to inconspicuously adjust himself so you wouldn’t notice the growing buldge in his pants, but when you caught him it seems to piss you off even more. you’d yell, “Are you really fucking turned on right now Scott!?” and he’d just flush and bite the inside of his cheek before nodding.
Scott is the king of morning sex I do not care what anyone else says. despite him being a infamous insomniac and early bird, he is always ready for a round or two before breakfast, and maybe another after morning training is done. He promised you he’d count it towards your training hours for the week because it technically was a workout. As long as you didn’t tell Hank why your stamnia suddenly improved it was a win-win situation.
ft. scott summers ; you try one of Scott's visors ( requested )
content. fluff, slighty ooc, short
"To me, my X-Men." You feel your throat vibrate, vocal cords trembling under your skin as you force a deeper tone.
"I don't sound like that." Scott grumbles, the words slipping through his teeth as your little performance ends — you, on the other side of the couch, don't even try to fight the wide grin forming on your lips, not when Scott has a stubborn pout on his.
"You sound exactly like that! Deep, serious voice, etcetera, etcetera." You lift the visor from your eyes and restit on your forehead, no longer seeing a mess of scarlet shades all over the room. "It's sexy."
"It's not meant to sound sexy." Scott seemed to take a certain pleasure in disagreeing with you — delighting in puffing out his chest under his crossed arms, furrowing his brows, and waiting for another comment from you so he could retort; as if everything that left your mouth was a challenge to be won.
You roll your eyes before you even think, a response ready on the tip of your tongue, "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Summers." And the visor is back over your eyes. "But you didn't answer me: how do I look?"
You watch him from behind the lens, still not used to the crimson tinting every tiny detail of the scene — much less Scott, drowned in red and burgundy. You exchange glances, eyes searching for the other pair behind the crimson filter. Silence hangs between you until, in a line no longer firm on his lips, Scott breaks it.
"I prefer it when I can see your beautiful eyes."
"… real smooth, Scott, real smooth." It slips from your teeth too quickly, too flustered to dismantle the growing smile on Scott's face.
And you hope his sunglasses, lenses too red to distinguish other colors, don't make the sudden blush on your collarbones obvious — slowly blooming across the rest of your neck and face like a beautiful sunset.
For the dear X-Men fans that came in through 97 (or the movies) and are confused as to where to start the comics! Don't let the internet fool you, there is only one way and it is by starting with Giant size X-Men #1 (1975). No I am not kidding, it truly is the only right way to get the full story😭 (unless you want to go ALL THE WAY to 1963, I don't necessarily think it's that vital)
This is me trying to keep ppl from making the same mistake I did, starting with wheadon's astonishing X-Men ☠️
Here is a very useful pic of what to read next 💞 good luck!
This is to get ALL the context and major story arcs still referenced today. So I believe it to be vital for the other eras. (I don't know how you can fully understand jean and Scott's relationship today without having read inferno or dark phoenix for example)
Now, If you just wanna read for one specific character, that's a different story! Character specific reading guides that concentrate on the important issues across time exist! Look for those they're very useful <3
Guide made by: https://www.reddit.com/r/xmen/s/z1xNhqPXtv
Sun Wukong/The destined one (mostly relationship) headcanons!
The people have spoken and the people crave monkey business. So let's get down to it!
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Post journey Wukong is a wiser, stronger monkey, but don't let him fool you he's still a trickster at heart.
When you first meet, he has you refer to him as 'Great Sage'.
Earning the right to say his given name isn't so much a big moment as it is just him beginning to care for you. You slip up, whether it be because you were sick or injured or just not thinking, and he doesn't correct you. In fact he kind of likes it.
He doesn't make a big deal out of it, but if you watch closely you can see his tail twitch and his eyes lost in thought.
One character flaw you'll have to deal with, even when you're just friends, is Wukong thinks he knows what's best. He's old and wisened and POWERFUL; if he thinks he knows something will be best for you, he'll do it without so much as telling you.
Credit to Hanibalistic! Their one shot about Wukong and stealing an immortal peach for a mortal reader was perfect and exactly how I think he'd act! That impulsive, "I care about this person and will do what I think is best for them regardless of the consequences or their opinion" is very... him.
Hey, we all have our flaws. (Just don't tell him that.)
On the positive side, he wouldn't let a scratch befall you. At some point you'll stop instinctually defending yourself because of how safe you feel with him. Which is heavily ironic considering how often he himself will put you in dangerous situations just to pull a prank.
But besides your poor heart from getting scared so often, you have nothing to worry about. Wukong won't leave room for even one mistake to slip by him.
Expect him to never call you by your name, almost ever. He chronically tends to call people by titles or nicknames. From calling the tang monk, master, or how he'd call Bajie 'idiot' for most of the book- just expect something. He'd only refer to you by name if he were really serious.
Something I personally find really funny that isn't represented in many medias with him is that he's OLD. He's old as hell and he knows it. In the book he'll often refer to basically everyone as 'nephew' or 'little brother' which is oddly endearing and also really funny.
I feel as though most people don't utilize how heavy he is- even in movies and stuff. His staff is like thousands of pounds! You aren't moving him unless he wants you to. God forbid you end up cuddling. Even while resting I never think he'd put his full weight on you, but you'd definitely be stuck.
Will never refuse to help you, but will tease you endlessly for needing it. "Helpless little thing aren't you?"
His love language is gift giving and acts of service.
He's impulsive with words, but look at how he treats you and you'll see how he cares.
Considering his connections, expect to have the world at your fingertips. He'll never leave you wanting, you'll always be satisfied. There is no gift beyond his reach. Just be careful what you ask for, because he WILL get it one way or another.
He is a king, a leader- it's basically second nature to be serviced, and that's why it's so important how he acts toward you. For you, he stays vigilant, ready to catch you if you fall or feed you when you're hungry. For you, he'll carry you in his arms if you're tired. For you he'd put himself in servitude.
Monkeys also show affection to one another by grabbing at each other for attention, and grooming one another's hair.
I don't think he'd have any trouble getting your attention, he's very vocal! So he'd focus more on your hair. Don't be surprised if he randomly starts combing through with his fingers or just playing with it. It's calming for him, and another form of affection.
You've changed him for the better... And for the worse. He happier, more content and occupied (which is good for everyone). BUT, should you ever disappear or get stolen from him he would surely devastate heaven and earth to get you back. The last thing anyone needs is another, more wrathful, Wukong rampage.
Expect to get shown off at every convenience! You're his king/queen and he'll make sure everyone knows it.
You have the BIGGEST wedding. And I think the best part would've been the Chuangmen, which is a wedding game tradition, usually meant for the groom to prove his loyalty, devotion, and desire to marry the bride by completing tests made by her bridesmaids. There are a ton of really interesting Chinese wedding traditions that I would recommend reading about, but with the sheer power of Wukong, these challenges in particular could've been absolutely ridiculous!
Wukong isn't jealous, no that would be ridiculous, he has nothing to fear. That by no means doesn't mean that he doesn't get offended on your behalf. He's gotten upset at not being greeted properly, there's no way in HELL he doesn't get pissed if someone were to flirt with you. They're lucky if all he does is kill them.
Feel free to make fun of him for not being able to swim. He'll absolutely make you regret it, but do it anyway it'll be funny.
Am I the only one that thinks he'd be great with kids? 🤚
Like COME ON- the dude probably helps take care of the baby monkeys on his mountain. He tells them cool stories to get them riled up. Will lay down and let them play with his hair while you read or sing to him.
Give this man kids I dare you.
That's a topic for a different post 😌
Likes kissing you on the top of the head, will also lay his forehead against yours just to be close to you.
These two designs I really like for him! Y'all let me know in the comments which version is your favorite <3
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The destined one may look like Wukong, but they're certainly different in... most areas.
Being selectively mute makes things a good share more difficult to communicate with him than Wukong, but it has it's charms.
You'd just been... tagging along with him. He didn't mind, unlike the wolves and undead he'd been beating through, you proved no threat to him.
He figured you would just leave on your own- or die. But by some miracle even he didn't understand, you stuck by him through rain and dust storms alike. By the time you made it to the New West he felt obligated to keep you around.
For the first time since you started following him, you were actually in danger. And to both of your surprises, he dropped what he was doing to protect you.
Don't bother asking him why. Whether you do, or simply tell him thank you, he'll just wave you off. But you notice him walking closer to you than normal after that. No longer were you left to catch up with him while he sprinted off; he'd keep stride with you now, glancing at you every now and then.
He CAN talk, and he probably surprises you the first time he does. It's not even for something important. It's just one fateful night where you happen to decide to mess with his hair. You'd pull away after a moment and he'd rumble out a little, "Don't stop."
Now that you KNOW he can talk, it's even more annoying when he refuses to answer you.
He finds it amusing when you get frustrated with him about it. He can't help it. The whole time you're grumbling or ranting at him, he's just staring at you with his stoic face... thinking about how cute you are.
Feel free to give him a name. Not like he'll argue with whatever you pick-
But really, please call him something other than "the destined one". He'd never really needed a name before, but he'd treasure whatever you decide to call him.
He probably has a nickname for you too, he just only says it in his head...
Will click his tongue at you to get your attention. (Absolutely does the 'tsk tsk tsk' thing people do to call their cats)
Speaking of getting your attention- ^ remember how monkeys show affection by just kind of grabbing each other and squeezing and pressing their head against each other?
Yeeeeah. He's a touchy monkey. He won't ask for affection, so he kind of just does it himself. Will rub his head on you, not unlike how cats or rabbits do to mark things they like. Except he's just doing it to be affectionate.
Gets cuteness aggression and WILL just grab you.
If it wasn't obvious, his love languages are physical touch and quality time.
Doesn't need help putting armor on, but if you want to help he won't stop you. (The closeness makes his heart beat fast)
If you were ever both in a bad spot- being threatened and not in a place to put up a good fight, he'd cover your body with his and bare his fangs at whatever was trying to hurt you guys to intimidate it. (It probably wouldn't work- but it's an instinctual response.)
If your feet got cold in the snow in the New West he'd pick you up and let you rest on his back for awhile.
Likes when you rely on him like that, it makes him feel stronger. And besides it just "being his destiny", knowing you'll get hurt if he loses helps him focus during fights.
Terribly jealous individual.
The glare he would give someone is straight up deadly. Watch out for how his tail flicks around when he's irritated too 🤭.
Absolutely adores the sound of your voice, it could bring him out of a coma fr.
Doesn't mind being little or big spoon, he just likes cuddling. Wraps his tail around you when you do.
Always always makes sure you eat before he does, even though he's the one doing all the fighting.
Will let you win play fights (most of the time).
Hearing him laugh is the cutest thing ever I swear- It probably took you off guard the first time you manage it.
Doesn't know how to take compliments.
Probably short circuited the first time you complimented his appearance.
Very gentle, slow kisser. Likes having you in his lap, but will grab cheeky kisses every now and then too. Will tilt your chin up when you kiss, every time.
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