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[froggibus]

— Clock Strikes Twelve (Midnight Arrives)

Includes: Scott Summers, Logan Howlett, Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner & Wade Wilson

Summary: celebrating New Years with your boyfriend

Content/CW -> gn! reader, alcohol use, pet names, fireworks, kissing & affection, french

— requested by the wonderful @envy-kitty

froggi yaps -> yeah the title is corny lol, i promise the stories themselves are cute 😭 i know only logan & scott & kurt were requested but how could i leave out my other boys? 🥺 sorry in advance for the quebecois french </3

Scott Summers:

Stars bloom in the sky, the moon casting a beautiful glow across the front lawn. It’s cold out, every breath clouding the air from the cold. 

Scott keeps an arm around your shoulders, his body like a furnace. “How’re you doing?”

“Good,” you nod. “Tired.”

He hums in agreement, tugging you closer. Somewhere in the house, a cacophony of voices have started a countdown. 

“10, 9, 8…”

You look at Scott, smiling softly. “Any last words?”

“6, 5, 4…”

He cups your face. “I love you.”

“2, 1.”

Noise roars in your ears as Scott pulls you in for a kiss, his hand slipping down to your waist to support you. He leans you down, tilting your body until you’re almost parallel with the ground. 

Fireworks erupt in the sky, the brilliant colours painting Scott’s face into a rainbow. 

He pulls you back upright. “Happy New Year, sweetheart.”

You kiss him one last time. “Happy New Year, Scott.”

Logan Howlett:

“Logan?” You call, peaking your head down the hall. “Has anyone seen Logan?”

Scott shrugs, going back to his conversation with Jean. 

Mutants group the halls, drinking out of solo cups and laughing loudly through their conversations. You make your way down the hall, calling out for your long lost partner. 

“Logan?” You shout again. 

You turn a corner, headed down the stairs and to the kitchen. Kitty and Bobby chat lively in a quiet corner of the kitchen, the man freezing the bottom of her cup. 

You open your mouth to speak as you enter the kitchen only to bump straight into the man. He catches you in his arms, the smell of beer heavy on his breath. 

“Hey, doll.”

“Hey,” you breathe, looking up at him. “It’s almost midnight, you’re gonna miss the countdown.”

He sips his bottle of beer with his freehand. “Y’know, I thought we could skip it tonight.”

“Skip it? And do what?”

He grins wickedly, leaning in to press his lips against yours. His lips move to hover over your ear, whispering filth to you. 

Heat bubbles beneath your skin. “Y-yeah,” you stutter out. “That works too.” 

Remy LeBeau:

Remy sings quietly to the music playing from the speakers down stairs, swaying with you in his arms. One of his hands is flattened against the small of your back, the other clutching his beer rests against your shoulder. 

You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heart beating. The cold night is washed away from the warmth seeping from under his band t-shirt. 

“What do you want out of the new year, Remy?”

He thinks for a moment, eyes glowing with something you don’t quite catch. “This,” he says finally.

You tilt your head, looking up at him in confusion. 

“You, me,” he sighs contentedly, “doing what we do, toujours.”

“I want that too.”

“Yeah?” He presses a hand beneath your chin, tilting your head up to kiss you. 

He tastes like beer and your chapstick that remains from earlier. He keeps swaying while he kisses you, an easy rhythm between the two of you. 

“Mhm, I love you.”

He kisses your temple, “je t’aime aussi.”

Kurt Wagner:

The world is quiet around you, the night stilled and cold. The flower field Kurt had teleported you to sways with the gentle night breeze, the leaves whispering stories to you. 

His head lays in your lap, your fingers tangled in your hair. He points out stars to you, rambling about the stories behind them and how he wishes he could go there. 

You risk a glance down at his watch, eyes widening when you see the time. 1:03am. 

“Kurt,” you say softly.

“Yes, my love?”

“Happy New Year.”

His eyes widening, he scrambles to check his watch. A smile pulls at his lips when he sees what time it is. 

You tilt your head down, lips finding his in the moonlight. He tastes sweet, like the strawberry wine you’d been drinking earlier in the night. 

He flashes you a toothy grin when you pull away. “Happy New Year.”

Wade Wilson:

The club is crowded with people, thrumming bass ringing in your ears. The screen behind the dj is filled with a countdown, bright colours swirling as the countdown dips below a minute.

Wade’s hands are glued to your hips while you swing to the music, grinding against him.  

The countdown hits 30 seconds. He spins you around to face him. 

“Hey, sexy,” he grins, pulling you til you’re flush against him. 

“Heyy.”

“You think the rapture is finally here?”

“We’d never be that lucky.”

15 seconds, the roar of the crowd overtakes the music. 

“So if there isn’t a rapture,” he quirks a nonexistent eyebrow, “you planning on sticking around this year?”

“If you behave yourself.”

He gasps, feigning hurt. 

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1!”

The crowd erupts into cheers and kissing couples, bodies all over the floor pressing together. 

“Wade,” you frown, “you haven’t kissed me since last year.”

Wade grins ear to ear. “C’mere, beautiful.”

He dips you low, leaning down and smashing his lips against yours. His tongue grazes the back of your teeth, strong arms keeping you upright when the world falls away. 

“Happy New Year, Wade.”

“Happy New Year, sweetheart.”

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[luvlyycy]

prompt ! : x-men boys react to the porn hub intro playing from your phone .

⋆｡° ✮ : SCOTT SUMMERS / CYCLOPS .

It doesn’t click at first. The gears in his head barely turning as he stacks papers. Once he realizes, his head snaps to you with confusion. His lips tight in a pout, “What’s going on..?” he asks, as you hold back laughter.

“Sorry! Didn’t know my volume was up.”

He’s frowning now, “Why are you watching porn in the middle of the day?” “Scott!” you shout, and he chuckles in response.

“How do you know it’s porn?” you ask, crossing your arms and he lets out another laugh, leaning his head back. He goes back to stacking papers, completely ignoring your question in the process.

“Well?” you push, stepping closer and leaning your face in front of his work, watching the blush build up his cheeks. He presses his hand against your face, pushing, “I think everyone has gone there at least once..”

“Just once?”

“Ooookay, enough questions, I have work to do, like a normal–”

“Non-porn loving—”

“I said!-- Normal, person.”

⋆｡° ✮ : WOLVERINE / LOGAN HOWLETT .

“So, you’re crazy.”

“Huh?”

He’s sitting on the other side of the couch, beer in hand as he shakes his head at you like a disappointed father. You frown, like you don’t understand, “I didn’t know my volume was up..” you whisper, and he just laughs. “Suuureee. Watchin’ porn like some sorta freak when I’m right ‘ere.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

He takes a big gulp of his beer, before setting it down on the table in front of him, crossing his arms.

“Why watch dicks n shit like that when I’m sittin’ right ‘ere?”

You should’ve expected this, from a guy like him especially. “So, what? Am I supposed to watch you?” you ask, setting your phone down, and scooting a bit closer to him now, watching his lips curl into a smile.

“Sure, why not.”

⋆｡° ✮ : GAMBIT / REMY LEBEAU .

His eyes widen before he just grins, his shoulder bumping against yours as he peeks at your phone, “Ohhh, is it any good?” he simply asks, like this was a normal event. You seem more shocked than him, “Are you crazy?”

“Ah?” he says, confused– pointing at himself, “Me?” he laughs out. You nod, “Yes you!”

“Gambit ain’t crazy, Cher, just curious what my love is into. I think that’s pretty normal, no?”

You stare, “I mean, well, yes. But you’re not shocked that I’m just, watching porn…?”

“Gambit watch porn all the time.” he replies, “What!?” you shout, “Now you’re just hurtin’ my feelings, Cher…” he says, pouting.

“Sorry! I just, do you… like, actually..?”

He crosses his arms, thinking for a second, “Yeah, I do. Gambit like porn, it ain’t like I jerk it to it all, it’s like a challenge to find which one look like you.”

“That’s.. Actually sweet,”

“See? Gambit ain’t no weirdo! I just like to see porn that remind me of you, Cher.” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and grabbing your phone as he does so, “But.. Gambit don’t want you watching porn ‘bout no other guys.. Y’here?”

You giggle in response to his antics.

⋆｡° ✮ : DEADPOOL / WADE WILSON .

“Well, well, well, we got Ms. Goonette over here. Let me guess, backshots? Creampies? …Jacking off videos…?” he says, awfully loud as well.

You hold in your laughter as you attempt to stay to the script, “I didn’t know it was turned up!” the eyes on his mask gets bigger, “Oh I’m sure, princess. Next time make it louder so I can hear the cheeks getting clapped– Seriously, this shit is crazy.” he laughs out.

You push him a little, just tossing your phone onto the couch. “Throwing evidence?” he says, sucking his teeth, “Yikes,” you slap his arm, “Shut up.”

He holds his hands up, as if surrendering, “Look, we all watch porn! No shame, no gain they say,” “That’s not what they say–” “I don’t care! What I do care about is what were you watching! I’m really curious.”

You pout, “I’m not showing you any of MY porn,”

“YOUR porn? Fine, fuck it, I won’t show any of MY porn–”

“Your dick is hard.”

“I’m a simple guy.”

“Okay, freak.”

“Damn, tryna make me cum already?”

a / n : miss thang wrote this at 1 am — sorry if this is SHYT !!!!!! but i love it :3c

[herrschersankta]

I have a love hate relationship when everyone in the tv show is hot

Like who am I supposed to fucking root for I'm suffering as a bisexual for christ's sake??

[jamesdeanbby]

hi hello could i request a platonic fic with "marvel men in .." with a shy teen! reader who hugs them , holds their clothes or just stays behind them when meeting new people ? i really love your johnny writing and i was wondering if you could do johnny with this reader aswell instead of rocket ? :)

thank you , have a wonderful day ! (⑅˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ )

marvel men in.. !!

shy! teen! reader clings to them around strangers !!

🏷 @mavixgirl , @luna-kait

📎 men featured : logan howlett, worst wolverine, wade wilson, origins! wade wilson, remy lebeau, kurt wagner, scott summers, eddie brock (& venom!!), steve rogers, tony stark, peter parker, thor odinson, johnny storm, peter quill.

LOGAN HOWLETT !!

The new student at Xavier’s School is a telepath named Julian. He’s loud, confident, and extends a hand toward you with a cocky grin. You immediately freeze.

Logan, who was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, feels his chest tighten. He watches you take a half-step back, your fingers finding the worn leather of his jacket sleeve. You grip it—two fingers, then three—and shuffle until you’re almost entirely behind his broad back.

“She’s shy,” Logan grunts, not to Julian, but to you. His voice drops to a low, gravelly rumble that only you can hear. “S’okay, kid. I gotcha.”

He doesn’t push you forward. He doesn’t tell you to be brave. Instead, he shifts his weight so his body is a complete wall between you and the stranger. His hand comes up slowly, palm flat against your side where you’re hiding, a grounding pressure. He’s warm. He smells like cigars and metal.

“This is Julian,” Logan says, still not looking at the boy. He’s looking down at the top of your head. “He’s annoying, but harmless. You don’t gotta talk. Just wave.”

When you give a tiny, pathetic wave from behind his elbow, Logan’s lips twitch into the faintest smirk. He feels your grip loosen slightly. Victory.

Later, Julian will tell the other students that Logan Howlett, the Wolverine, glared at him like he was about to pop his adamantium claws for simply existing near you.

WORST WOLVERINE !!

Wade has brought home a new contact from his odd jobs—a jittery, loud informant. The apartment is small, so there’s nowhere to hide. You’re on the worn-out couch, and the moment the door opens and a strange voice booms, you’re off the cushions like a rocket.

You don’t even think. You just dive behind the Logan, who is currently trying to eat a cold hot dog straight from the packet. You grab the back of his dirty white tank top, bunching the fabric in your fists, and press your forehead right between his shoulder blades.

“Uh,” the man says.

Logan freezes. The hot dog stops halfway to his mouth. He glances down at your white-knuckled grip on his shirt, then back at the man. His eyes, usually tired and sarcastic, sharpen into something primal.

“Back up,” he says flatly.

“I didn’t even-”

“Back. Up. You’re scarin’ the kid.” He sets the hot dog down and reaches one arm behind him, patting your hip awkwardly but firmly. “Hey. Squirt. It’s just a greasy rat-man. He’s not gonna bite. I’ll bite him first if he tries.”

He doesn’t move you. He just stands there like a grizzled, hairy statue, letting you hide for a full two minutes until your breathing slows. Only then does he grumble, “There. See? Still alive. Now go get your blankie or whatever.”

But he doesn’t let go of your wrist until you’re safely past him.

WADE WILSON !!

Wade loves this. He lives for it.

You’re meeting Dopinder’s new cousin, and you’re doing the thing. The Thing. You’ve got both hands fisted in the back of Wade’s red spandex suit, your face buried between his shoulder blades, and you’re using him as a human shield.

“Aww,” Wade coos, loud enough for the entire taxi garage to hear. “Look at my little barnacle! My adorable little anxiety-sucker! She’s latched on, folks. This is a protected species. No photos, please.”

He doesn’t try to pry you off. Instead, he reaches back and pats your head, his gloves squeaking against your hair. He introduces you while you hide. “This is my unofficial daughter, who I would kill for, die for, and also commit several minor felonies for. She’s currently recharging her social battery via osmosis on my very expensive suit. Don’t make eye contact. She’s like a T-Rex—if you look, she’ll freeze.”

When you peek one eye out, Wade gasps dramatically. “Oh my God, she’s emerging! A miracle! Quick, Dopinder’s cousin, compliment her shirt and then look away.”

He winks at you, and even though your face is burning red, you feel safe.

ORIGINS ! WADE WILSON !!

This Wade is handsome, sharp, and devastatingly charming. He’s also a menace. But not with you.

You’re at a team briefing, and a new liaison from the government walks in. You’ve never seen him before. Instantly, you’re out of your chair and glued to Wade’s side, clutching the sleeve of his black tactical shirt. You’re literally using him as a curtain.

Wade doesn’t miss a beat. He doesn’t even look at you. He just shifts his stance slightly, angling his body so you’re fully blocked from the stranger’s view. His hand comes down to rest on top of your head, fingers threading gently through your hair.

“Sorry,” he says to the liaison, his voice smooth as butter and twice as dangerous. “She’s the shy type. You’re gonna have to talk to me first. And through me. And also, you’re gonna have to pretend she’s not there, or I’ll have to pretend I didn’t see you blink wrong.”

He says it with a smile. The liaison laughs nervously.

Wade’s fingers tighten just a fraction in your hair—a silent I’ve got you. He then proceeds to conduct the entire meeting one-handed, the other hand never leaving your head. When the liaison leaves, Wade turns and crouches down to your level.

“Good job, kid. You were very scary. He’ll have nightmares.”

You smack his chest. He grins.

REMY LEBEAU !!

The Xavier school has a new student from Louisiana. Remy is supposed to be the one to show him around, but you’re trailing behind like a duckling. When the new boy—a nervous kid named Caleb—smiles at you, you immediately grab a fistful of Remy’s brown leather duster and hide your entire face in his arm.

Remy’s heart absolutely melts. He doesn’t even try to hide the soft smile.

“Chère,” he murmurs, his Cajun accent thick as honey. “Dis is Caleb. He got a pet tarantula. You like spiders, non?”

You shake your head against his sleeve.

“Ah. Well, he also got no manners, lookin’ at you like dat.” Remy throws Caleb a look that is equal parts playful and I-will-charge-a-card-into-your-neck. “Don’t stare, mon ami. She ain’t a museum piece. She’s a treasure. You gotta earn de right to see her face.”

He takes the hand that’s gripping his coat and wraps your entire arm around his own, tucking you close to his side. He smells like gumbo and something sweet. He walks you both down the hallway like that, with you attached to his hip, and he doesn’t rush you. He just chats with Caleb in that lazy drawl, occasionally squeezing your hand where it rests on his forearm.

When Caleb finally walks away, Remy tilts his head down to look at you. “See? Painless. Now, let’s go steal some beignets from de kitchen. You earned it.”

KURT WAGNER !!

Kurt is the gentlest soul you know. He understands shyness on a molecular level.

You’re meeting a new group of young mutants who have just arrived. They’re all staring, and you feel your throat close up. Without thinking, you shuffle sideways until you’re pressed against Kurt’s side, your fingers curling into the soft fabric of his black and red uniform. You bury your face against his arm.

Kurt doesn’t flinch. He simply places one three-fingered hand over yours and squeezes gently. His tail, usually swishing idly, comes up to curl lightly around your ankle: a secret, furry reassurance.

“Mein Schatz,” he whispers, his voice a warm, accented rumble. “It is alright. These are friends. They are more scared of you than you are of them. That is a joke. A bad one. I am sorry.”

He doesn’t try to move you. Instead, he introduces you by describing you as “the bravest one in the room, because she is scared and yet she is still here.” He says it with such genuine reverence that your cheeks heat up. The new kids stop staring.

Later, when you finally let go, Kurt’s tail is still loosely looped around your leg. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. It’s just instinct to keep you tethered to him.

SCOTT SUMMERS !!

Scott is a leader. He’s stoic, strategic, and a little bit stiff. But you have him so completely wrapped around your finger it’s almost embarrassing for him.

A new government liaison arrives at the mansion. He’s a tall man with a firm handshake. You’re standing beside Scott, and the moment the man looks at you, you’re gone. You step directly behind Scott and grab the back of his blue and yellow uniform, your fingers digging into the fabric near his spine. You’re using him like a human wall.

Scott feels the tug and immediately straightens his posture. His hand, which was resting at his side, comes up to press flat against his own lower back, covering your hand with his. A silent don’t let go.

“She’s my… ward,” Scott says to the liaison, his voice even but carrying a subtle warning. “She’s shy. If you need to speak to her, you speak to me first.”

The liaison blinks. “Of course. I just wanted to say hello.”

Scott doesn’t move. He doesn’t step aside. He keeps his body between you and the stranger for the entire conversation. When the liaison finally leaves, Scott turns around slowly, crouching down so he’s at eye level with you. His ruby quartz visor catches the light.

“You did well,” he says quietly. “You held on. That’s good.”

He reaches out and gently untangles your fingers from his suit, but he doesn’t let go of your hand. He holds it as he stands back up.

“Next time, you can hold on as long as you need.”

EDDIE BROCK ( & VENOM ) !!

You’re meeting Eddie’s new editor. The woman is nice, but she’s a stranger, and strangers are terrifying. You’re standing in the kitchen of Eddie’s crappy apartment, and the moment she smiles at you, you lunge.

You grab the back of Eddie’s worn leather jacket and duck behind him, your forehead pressed to his spine. You’re trembling slightly.

Eddie freezes. He knows the drill. “Uh. Hey. She’s… she’s good. Just shy.”

But then a black, gooey tendril snakes out from Eddie’s shoulder. Venom’s head forms, all jagged teeth and white eyes, and he glares at the editor.

“NO. ” Venom’s voice is a low, gravelly growl. “YOU ARE SCARING THE SMALL HUMAN. BACK AWAY. ”

“Venom!” Eddie hisses.

“WHAT? SHE IS OURS. SHE IS HIDING. THAT MEANS THREAT. I WILL EAT HER. ”

“You will not eat my editor!”

While they argue, you feel another tendril detach from Eddie and wrap gently around your wrist. It’s cool and smooth, and it pulses in a rythm that mimics a soothing heartbeat. Venom’s head turns slightly to look at you, and his massive white eyes go… soft. Round.

“LITTLE ONE,” he says, much quieter. “YOU ARE SAFE. I WILL PROTECT YOU. THE LADY IS NOT FOOD. YET. ”

You giggle despite yourself. Venom preens. Eddie sighs in relief. The editor never comes back, but honestly? You didn’t want her to anyway.

STEVE ROGERS !!

You’re at a Stark Industries charity gala. It’s loud, bright, and full of strangers. Steve has his hand on your lower back, guiding you through the crowd. When a senator approaches with a wide smile and an outstretched hand, you immediately pivot.

You grab a fistful of Steve’s suit jacket—the nice one, the blue one—and press yourself against his side, your face buried in his bicep. You’re hiding. Completely.

Steve doesn’t miss a beat. His arm comes up and wraps around your shoulders, pulling you in closer. He’s a solid wall of warmth and starch.

“She’s a bit overwhelmed,” Steve says to the senator, his voice the perfect blend of polite and immovable. “It’s her first big event. I’ll pass along your regards.”

The senator gets the hint and walks away. Steve looks down at you, his blue eyes impossibly soft. He doesn’t tell you to be braver. He just tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I’ve got you,” he says quietly. “You don’t have to talk to anyone you don’t want to. Just stay close to me. Can you do that?”

You nod against his arm. He smiles that genuine, pre-serum Brooklyn smile, and keeps his arm around you for the rest of the night. He even cuts your steak for you at dinner. No one dares say a word.

TONY STARK !!

Tony is dramatic. He’s loud. He’s extra. But when it comes to you, he becomes a different person.

You’re meeting a potential new team member in the Avengers compound. The guy is huge, built like a refrigerator, and he looks down at you with a curious grin. You immediately grab the sleeve of Tony’s expensive black hoodie and yank it. Hard. Then you hide behind his back, your fingers twisted in the fabric near his waist.

Tony looks down at your hand, then up at the giant. His expression doesn’t change, but his entire body shifts. He plants his feet. He angles his shoulders. He becomes a wall.

“FRIDAY,” he says quietly. “Scan.”

“No threats detected, boss. He’s just tall.”

“Debatable.” Tony doesn’t move. He reaches one hand behind him and finds your wrist, rubbing his thumb over your pulse point. “Hey, kid. You’re okay. He’s not scary. He’s just… vertically excessive. I’ve got a suit that’s taller than him. Wanna see?”

You shake your head into his back.

“Okay. Wanna go to the lab and build a new gauntlet instead?”

You peek one eye out. The giant is now looking very awkward, trying to make himself smaller. You nod.

Tony grins. “That’s my girl. FRIDAY, cancel my next three meetings. We’re having a science day.” He doesn’t let go of your wrist as he walks backward toward the elevator, keeping you hidden behind him the entire way.

PETER PARKER !!

Peter is still learning how to be a hero on his own, but he has one thing down perfectly: being your big brother figure.

You’re meeting his new neighbor, a sweet elderly lady named Mrs. Castellano. She’s holding a plate of cookies and smiling warmly. You want to be polite, you really do. But your feet won’t move. Instead, you shuffle sideways and grab the back of Peter’s hoodie, burying your face between his shoulder blades.

Peter, who is used to this, doesn’t even flinch. He just reaches back and pats your head clumsily.

“She’s shy,” he says to Mrs. Castellano, his voice fond. “Like, really shy. But she’s the best. She just needs a minute.”

He then proceeds to have an entire five-minute conversation with the woman while you cling to him like a backpack. He doesn’t try to pull you out. He doesn’t force you to talk. He just occasionally squeezes your hand where it’s gripping his hoodie.

When Mrs. Castellano leaves, Peter turns around and grins at you. “See? Painless. Also, she gave us cookies. I call dibs on the chocolate chip.”

You smack his chest. He laughs and pulls you into a one-armed hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Love you, kid.”

THOR ODINSON !!

Thor is a god. He is thunder and lightning and majesty. But when you hide behind him, he becomes a golden retriever in a cape.

You’re meeting a new Asgardian refugee on the New Asgard docks. The man is tall, scarred, and has a booming voice. You don’t like it. You immediately let go of Thor’s hand and sneak behind him, grabbing onto the back of his red cape, pulling it around you like a shield. You’re literally hidden underneath in his cape, pressed against his massive back.

Thor looks down, sees the lump of you behind him, and his entire face melts.

“Ah,” he says, his voice dropping from godly to gentle. “My little shadow. She is shy. You must forgive her. She is the bravest warrior I know, she simply hides her courage behind my cape.”

The Asgardian looks confused. Thor doesn’t care. He picks you up and settles you on his hip like you weigh nothing.

You’re a teenager. You’re mortified. But you also burrow into his neck.

Thor chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound. “There. Now you may greet the nice man from the safety of my arms. He is three feet away. He cannot reach you. I would crush his hand if he tried.”

He keeps you on his hip for the entire tour of the fishing boats. You never have to say a single word.

JOHNNY STORM !!

Johnny is cocky. He’s a show-off. He’s a flirt. But with you? He’s a protective mess.

You’re at a Baxter Building press event. A reporter gets too close, microphone extended, and you immediately grab the back of Johnny’s Fantastic Four uniform. You yank him backward so hard he stumbles.

“Whoa- okay, okay, I gotcha.” Johnny doesn’t complain. He just wraps an arm around you and tucks you into his side, angling his body so the reporter can only see his back. His skin is warm, not hot, just comfortably warm, like a heating pad.

“She’s off the record,” Johnny says, flashing a grin that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Actually, she’s off the planet. You don’t see her. You never saw her. If you write about her, I will fly to your house and leave a flaming bag of something on your doorstep. And I don’t mean poop.”

The reporter backs away slowly.

Johnny looks down at you, and the grin softens into something real. “You good?”

You nod, still gripping his suit.

“Alright. Let’s go bother Reed in the lab. He’s stretchy. You can use him as a blanket.”

He keeps his arm around you the whole walk there, occasionally flicking a small flame off his fingertip to make you giggle.

PETER QUILL !!

Peter is a disaster of a human being. But he’s your disaster.

You’re on the Milano, and the team has picked up a stray alien who needs a ride. The alien is blue, has four arms, and keeps trying to make eye contact with you. You don’t like it. You stand up from your seat, walk over to Peter, and grab the back of his red leather jacket. You hide behind him, your forehead pressed to his spine.

Peter, who was in the middle of explaining something about the navigation system, stops talking. He looks down at your hands gripping his jacket. Then he looks at the alien.

“Okay,” Peter says, pointing a finger. “New rule. No looking at the kid. She’s shy. She’s also the only one on this ship who likes my music, so I will literally throw you out the airlock if you make her uncomfortable.”

The alien raises all four hands in surrender.

Peter reaches back and finds your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. He keeps holding it for the rest of the flight, even when he has to steer with one hand.

When the alien finally leaves, Peter turns around and ruffles your hair. “You did good, kid. Now c’mon. Let’s go annoy Drax by explaining metaphors again.”

He doesn’t let go of your hand until you’re both in the common room. And even then, it’s a close thing.

[starboy-writing]

Scott Summers riding reader. ‘Nuff said.

Author's Note: 👍👍👍

Warnings: male reader, top reader, no D/S roles, anal, riding, praise kink, premature ejaculation

Space divider created by @/pixopix

Giving him the reigns always ends up following the same route: Scott sits pretty between your legs, eyebrows furrowed as your cock glides through his tightened fists. His lips will part and his tongue will poke out while the erotic visage of your length disappearing and reemerging within his grasp steals his attention. Precum begins to overflow, sliding down your shaft and over his knuckles. The distinct sound of wet skin rubbing against wet skin drowns your minds in a pleasant haze, and you can't stop the smile that comes from noticing how red the tips of Scott's ears have become. Then, once he's satisfied with how slicked up you are, he'll position himself in just the spot where your tip comfortably nudges against his entrance; a prelude to the pleasure about to come.

Trembling thighs rest on either side of your hips, his pelvis hovers above your dick as he strokes it a few times, attempting to push the tip inside. Your guidance is gentle, letting Scott control how soon he sinks down on your cock and when he begins to bounce on it. Fingers rest on his waist, and he sighs contently, finally feeling the stretch of your length entering his body. It's kinda cute when just the tip is enough to make your lover gasp and tighten his hold on you, regardless of how many times you go through the motions.

Like a lock and key, Scott's body opens right up after the initial penetration. He braces himself on your chest, working further down your length until the stretch coaxes out those airy moans that drive you wild — that delicate “Ah~ ooooohh god…” under his breath. The one that never fails to make your heart skip a beat and your dick throb.

Scott surely notices too. His hips find their rhythm, easing another inch or two deeper inside, then growing impatient and taking you in full with one determined plop. The sudden depth of your cock earns a reaction from each of you: with Scott's thighs squishing your body between them while a deep, triumphant moan falls from his lips, and your back arching as you chase more of his soft insides that massage your dick at every slight movement.

“Ah– that didn't t-take long– nngh…” you manage through gritted teeth. The atmosphere is quickly filled with pathetic panting, and with the increasing pace of Scott's ride, you're just shy of sticking your tongue out like a dog.

All that erratic movement has caused the top button of his shirt to pop open, and just a glimpse of his chest hair peeking out through the opening makes you drool too. Your hand slides up to that spot, groping him while your hips snap upwards, causing him to gasp and meet your thrusts with an equal amount of vigor.

“That's– ghn… feels nice…” he hums, grinding his hips in all directions, stirring up another wave of searing hot pleasure as you feel every inch of him squeeze around your length and watch his cock leak precum onto your stomach. “Ahn–!! Aah… hitting just the right spot–!!”

The overwhelming pressure that's built up inside you grows stronger, until it suddenly snaps — your cock squeezes as deep as it will reach and your warmth fills Scott's body unexpectedly. Tears that you didn't even notice quickly flow from the corners of your eyes, which only makes you feel more embarrassed…

“S-sorry–! That wasn't… haah… the plan–” you wheeze between breaths. You want nothing more than to crawl under the covers and hide until this feeling passes, but your lover is all too eager to push your limits.

He hastily grinds on your cock, determined to milk you for all you're worth. “Babe- that was- need to see that again…” he says with a determination that's usually reserved for saving lives or something of equal caliber. But right now, he's using that energy to crush your pelvis beneath his greedy self, only giving a cocky smile when you tell him that you just came.

Pleas and cries fall on deaf ears. You didn't even mean to cum yet, and now it seems like you're going to be here until you have nothing left to give…

[that-dumb-bunny]

꒰♡꒱ ⸝⸝ real smooth

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.

[inkievoid]

So what's your type?

Brunets with weird eyes... Clearly...

[batouttahell13]

Angel Eyes (Scott Summers)

Paring: Scott Summers x winged mutant!Reader

Summary: smut with no plot - Scott discovered his girl's wings is sensitive.

Warrings: smut, wing kink, wing-stimulation, riding, unprotected sex, slight dirty talk, not my gif/picture

MasterList

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the heating and the occasional rustle of the bed sheets. Y/n Laird propped up against the pillows, wings tucked one either side of her body, the off white feathers shimmering gold faintly under the soft light. For a week now, she'd been taking it easy, nursing the injury Scott had fought to protect her from.

When the door opened, she felt that familiar warmth ripple through her chest. “Hey,” Scott’s voice was soft, carrying the exhaustion from training in the danger room with Gambit and Logan. His voice was lined with concern, his blue eyes scanning her through his ruby quartz glasses, landing on the injured wing. “How are you feeling?”

Y/n's mutation is somewhat up to debate - something Xavier hasn't seen before. You might call it telekinesis, but then there's her ability to form powerful energy from my body that's bright gold. When her mutation progressed she had gotten Angel-like wings. She had learned to make them disappear and reappear at will. Y/n only really had them out during missions and when it was down time at Xavier's mansion she had them away. She hadn't been able to make them disappear in a week. “I feel better today”

Scott knew she'd been struggling with her wings, unable to make them disappear like she usually could. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand brushing over her thigh. “You look better”

She cracked a smile, raising an eyebrow. “Just 'better'?”

He chuckled softly, leaning forward to kiss her on the lips. “you look beautiful”

Y/n cupped his jaw, feeling the light dusting of scruff under her finger tips. Her hand slid up to the back of his head, threading her fingers through his hair as she pulled him down closer and deepened the kiss. He groaned softly, his glasses pressing against her cheek as he kissed her back hungrily. His hand on her thigh slid up slowly, pulling her closer to him. His other hand moved to the base of her back, She moved with him and climbed into his lap, straddling him as she kept her wings tucked together at her back.

Scott wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. His hands gripped her hips, squeezing lightly as he kissed her harder. He leaned back against the pillows, pulling her along with him so she was on top. His hands moved up her back. Y/n fingers carded through his hair, kissing him passionately. The tip of her tongue brushed against his bottom lip. His hand slid higher - she let out a moan, tensing up when she felt his fingers stroke one of her wings.

Scott froze, his fingers stilling on her wing. He pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. He knew she was self conscious about them, especially when she couldn't make them disappear. He watched her carefully, seeing the tension in her shoulders. “I'm sorry, darling”

“N-no, it felt good” she admitted softly.

Scott blinked, looking at her in surprise. He watched her face carefully, seeing if she was telling the truth. When he realised she was, his pupils dilated slightly. He leaned forward, kissing her again, his hands sliding up her back further, touching her wings more deliberately this time.

Y/n shuddered, gripping the front of his shirt as she grinded against his growing hard on. “Scott” she mumbled desperately. His name came out as a plea and it made him harder instantly. His hands moved from her wings to her hips, gripping them tightly as she ground against him. He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding against hers. One of his hands slid down to her ass, squeezing tightly.

Scott broke the kiss to start placing open mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. His hands slid under her shirt, touching her soft skin. He pulled back slightly, looking up at her. “Take this off?” He asked, tugging gently at her shirt. He wanted her naked, wanted to touch all of her without any barriers.

As soon as y/n nodded, Scott immediately tugged her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. His eyes roamed over her bare chest hungrily, his hands following soon after. He cupped her bare tits, squeezing them gently. His thumbs brushed over her peaks, making her shudder as she blushed her fingers brushed down his muscular chest through the cotton of his shirt. Her fingers tugged it up, feeling the heat of his skin.

Scott sat up with her in his lap and quickly removed his shirt, tossing it aside like she'd done with hers. His muscular chest was now completely bare for her to touch. He pulled her closer, their bare chests pressing together. He could feel her nipples hardening against his skin. His hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer. Scott captured one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it gently, his tongue swirling around the hard peak. His hand moved to her other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. He looked up at her through his glasses, watching her face as he played with her tits.

“Scott,” she shuddered. “I need you”

“I'm right here, Darling” He kissed down her sternum and sucked hard on the other nipple before pulling back slightly. He looked at her heaving chest and the wings twitching behind her. Y/n started grinding against him harder, feeling just how hard she made him.

Scott's eyes widened slightly as her wings puffed out, his pupils dilating. He loved seeing her like this, so desperate and needy for him. He quickly untied his gym shorts and y/n reached between them and quickly pushed them down along with his boxers. His hard length sprang free, pressing against her through her panties. Next, she lifted her hips up, allowing him to slide her panties off completely. He tossed them aside and she immediately pressed down on his bare cock, her wet pussy against it. This time no barrier between them.

Scott groaned deeply as her wet pussy slid against his hard cock with nothing between them. He gripped her hips tightly, helping her grind on him. He looked up at her flushed face and puffed wings behind her, completely turned on by the sight of her mutant trait like this.

He suddenly lifted her up slightly and positioned himself at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeing the desperation and need there. Without warning, he thrust up into her hard and fast, filling her completely with his bare cock. Y/n gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders as they both moaned loudly at the intimacy and pleasure.

“scott!” y/n cried out, her head falling back and her eyes glowing gold. her nails light dragging down his chest and her wings twitched. “fuck me... Please”

“God yes” Scott groaned deeply, gripping her hips tightly as he started to move her up and down on his cock. He loved when she talked dirty like this, loved how her wings twitched behind her in arousal.

Scott looked up at her bouncing on his cock and saw her wings moving behind her rhythmically with each thrust. It was so fucking hot seeing her like this - turned on like this during sex, wings on full display. He fucking loved her wings. “spread your wings?” He reached around and grabbed her ass tightly, helping her bounce faster on his bare cock. “please, darling?”

Y/n spread her wings wide behind her, the feathers fanning out and creating a beautiful, erotic backdrop as she rode him harder. Scott groaned deeply, the sight of her wings spread like that pushing him closer to the edge. He slapped her ass gently, encouraging her to move faster.

"Fuck... you look so beautiful like that" Scott groaned out, his hands gripping her ass tightly as he helped her ride him faster. Seeing her wings spread wide behind her was incredibly erotic, and he could feel his orgasm building quickly. He leaned up to kiss her deeply while pounding into her from below. Scott's bare cock slammed deep into her pussy with a wet sound. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling them closer to him as he kissed her deeply. His hands slid down the shafts of her wings, feeling the soft feathers. He squeezed her wings gently, loving how they felt in his hands.

“shit!” y/n cried out. “scott, I'm close”

“I'm right there with you, y/n,” Scott panted against her lips, his thrusts becoming wild and erratic as he chased his own release. The feel of her wings in his hands combined with her tight pussy wrapping around him was pushing him over the edge. “Come for me…”

“scott!” he felt her pussy clench around him as she came apart, her wings fluttering behind her. That was all it took to send him over the edge. He gripped her wings tightly, his bare cock pulsing as he released deep inside her, filling her with his hot cum. "Fuck…”

Scott held her on his chest as they both came down from their highs, his fingers carded through the feathers of her wings. He was still buried deep inside her, his softening cock still leaking cum inside her. He placed gentle kisses along her jaw and neck, savoring the afterglow with her.

“That was... intense,” he murmured softly, his hands slowly running through the feathers of her wings while still inside her. “You okay, darling?” His glasses were slightly crooked, but he didn't care - he felt amazing and completely content.

“I'm perfect” y/n said softly, fixing his ruby glasses.

Scott smiled softly at her, his heart skipping a beat at how sweet she looked taking care of him. He loved that she was so gentle and caring, especially after such intense sex. He watched as she fixed his glasses, her fingers brushing gently against his jaw.

He leaned into her touch, loving how she handled him with such care. His voice dropped to a soft whisper, “You're beautiful, you know that?” He pulled her closer. “So fucking beautiful”

She blushed at his words, her heart fluttering. No one had ever called her beautiful before, especially not someone as handsome and kind as Scott. She nuzzled into his chest, inhaling his scent. “You're not so bad yourself” she murmured back, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Scott chuckled softly, pulling her even closer. Their legs were tangled together, her wings spread out around them. He loved how she fit perfectly in his arms, like she was made just for him. Y/n kissed his forehead gently, inhaling his comforting sent.

They stayed like that for several minutes, just holding each other and enjoying the intimate moment. Scott's softening cock was still inside her, neither of them rushing to move apart. He loved how comfortable they were with each other's bodies now. Her wings were completely relaxed, draped over them both. He slowly lifted her hips up and pulled out of her, causing her to whimper slightly at the loss of him. She sunk back down on top of him, staying sprawled out on his chest. His hands automatically went to her wings, stroking them softly. “Too sensitive now?”

“y-yeah,” y/n shuddered, her wings twitching under his finger tips. “kinda”

Scott just smiled and kept stroking her feathers gently, being careful not to stimulate them too much now that she was overstimulated from sex and the orgasm. He loved how sensitive her wings got during and after sex. After a few minutes of gentle feather stroking, Scott felt her start to doze off on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her securely against his chest as he continued to gently pet her wings.

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, feeling her breathe evenly against him. Her wings relaxed completely, trusting him implicitly with her delicate feathers. He knew she was exhausted from the intense sex and emotional intimacy they'd shared. His own eyes started to droop as he held her close, feeling utterly content and happy.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

Morning light spilled through the tall windows of their room, warm and pale, catching on something unexpected.

Feathers.

They were everywhere - soft white and gold drifting across the floor, tangled in the sheets, clinging to the headboard like evidence of a very enthusiastic night. Scott blinked awake, took it in, and then laughed quietly under his breath.

Against his chest, she made a small sound and shifted - then froze. “Oh no,” y/n muttered, mortified.

She buried her face in his shoulder, wings half-manifested in a reflexive attempt to hide herself, feathers rustling as if they wanted to flee the scene too. “Please tell me I didn’t molt” she groaned.

Scott propped himself up on one elbow, clearly enjoying this far too much. “You didn’t molt,” he said, brushing a feather off his arm. “Exploded, maybe”

She peeked at the room, groaned again, and hid her face fully. “I’m never making fun of Hank’s fur problems again”

He laughed, then softened, his hand drifting - carefully, respectfully to where one wing lay draped across his thigh. The touch was light, barely there.

Y/n inhaled sharply. “Scott,” she warned, muffled against his chest.

“That still… does that?” he asked, voice low now, curious rather than teasing.

Her wings trembled, golden light flickering faintly along the feathers like a sunrise struggling through clouds. “Unfortunately,” she admitted, “yes”

He traced a single feather between his fingers, slow and reverent, watching the way her body reacted before she even realized it - how her breath changed, how the glow brightened despite her embarrassment.

Y/n lifted her head, eyes wide. “You’re not allowed to look that pleased”

“I just woke up surrounded by feathers and a miracle,” he replied mildly. “Let me have this”

She swatted his chest weakly, but the moment his fingers brushed the sensitive inner edge of her wing, her resolve crumbled. She let out a soft, involuntary sound and immediately clamped a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “I hate that I like that”

Scott’s thumb stilled. “I can stop”

Y/n hesitated - then shook her head, wings shifting as they slowly, willingly unfurled. “No. Just… don’t tease”

He smiled softly and leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her temple while his hand resumed its gentle exploration. The golden light returned, warmer this time, filling the quiet room with a familiar hum.

Feathers drifted as her wings flexed, curling around them like a private secret. “Well,” Scott murmured against her skin. “I guess we’re changing the sheets.

She laughed, breathless and glowing. “And vacuuming. Definitely vacuuming”

His fingers brushed her wings once more, just enough to make her shiver.

“…later” he added.

The sunlight climbed higher, the feathers stayed where they were, and the door remained firmly closed.