gf!rogue headcanons rogue x reader; fluff
gf!rogue who has mastered subtle dominance. you're in her way in the kitchen when she’s tryna make breakfast? she’ll lift you by the hips and place you out of her way on the countertop without so much as a word. can’t decide what to wear for date night? she’ll pick something cute (and skimpy) for you to wear and throw it on the bed, fully expecting to see you in it. she’s never forceful, but she isn’t subtle either.
gf!rogue who flirts with the most devastating southern charm you’ve ever seen. because her touch is toxic, she’s become a master at the art of sweet-talking. she’s great at getting you to fold instantly, more so from the smooth sound of her southern accent than her words themselves.
“well hot damn sugah, you tryna kill me?” she’ll drawl when she sees you walk out all prettied up for a night out. “you’re lucky my touch is poison, sweetheart, or we’d never make it out the door.”
gf!rogue who is 5’8 and pure muscle. even through all the layers she has to wear to keep others protected from her touch, you can see the outlines of her biceps and the curve of her thighs straining against the thick material of her suit. you can’t help but be grateful to whoever designed the x-men suits because they do wonders for her ass as well. you memorize every curve of her body, patiently awaiting the day you’re finally able to touch her soft skin.
gf!rogue you who catch staring at you in her free time. not creepily, but she’s always admiring your features, memorizing every line and dip in your face. she feels a tug in her chest as her eyes graze your lips, knowing there are next to no ways she’ll ever be able to kiss you as long as she wants without harming you. she’ll never admit it, but at night when she lays next to you, her eyes water as she watches your sleeping form. she knows intimacy is so much more than physical touch, but the ache that plagues her heart knowing she won’t ever be able to feel you is enough to bring her to tears.
gf!rogue who disappears randomly for days on end, only to come back bursting through the door of the x-mansion exclaiming she found a “cure” for her powers. cyclops frowns and starts to say something about her mutation not being something that needs to be cured, but she can’t hear him. her eyes are set on you and she sprints across the room to envelope you in a hug and finally rest her lips on your face. she kisses you on the cheek, hesitant, just barely grazing the skin. once she realizes you’re okay and aren’t about to crumble to the floor, she kisses you dizzy, lips moving in harmony with yours like you’ve been doing it for years.
gf!rogue who gets carried away the first time she’s able to touch you. her first thoughts when her powers are finally suppressed aren’t sexual, but she just wants to be able to feel you. she hugs you like it’s the last time she will, pressing her cheek firmly to yours, because to her, it could be the last time. kissing you like there’s no tomorrow and her hands are everywhere before they find a home on the sides of your face. later that night, after she’s fully tired you out for the next week or two, her hand will crawl up your side and trace small patterns on your waist. she’s obsessed with the warmth your body radiates and how she can finally feel it, refusing to ever let go. she’ll litter your skin with kisses, sucking hickies onto spots below your collar where only the two of you will ever see them. the morning after when you wake up, she’ll gently pull down the collar of your shirt to admire them, a physical mark to prove to herself that she really was able to touch you.
