Content Warnings: Suggestive content, implied AFAB!reader (from the "get wet")
A/N: I'll do a part two after I finish the Jean Grey ask I got! thinking Deadpool and Human Torch for that one... hmm
Baby, just do the dishes, I'll give you what you, what you want/Considering I have feelings, I'm like, "Why are my clothes still on?":
Scott may have been a busy man but he wasnt under any sort of impression that you'd "pick up" all the housework when the two of you moved in together. As your arms wrapped around his waist he moved to put one hand over yours before remembering he was elbow-deep in suds. Looking over his shoulder to see a love-drunk expression on your face and glazed over eyes. A little insulted that you thought he was that backwards in his thinking and... you were still dating him. He needs to have some sort of conversation about this
Jean loved having with her while doing chores, the domesticity of it warm in her chest, but as you tucked yourself into her side, muttering something about "taking such good care of me". She absolutely doesnt object as you start pressing your face into her neck but she is a bit worried she might've been distant the last few weeks, laying her head on you as she finishes up before
Ororo was fine with doing her part around the household, but she did have a specific distaste for dishes. But with the dishwasher broken and you busy at work, she had started on the dishes from last nights dinner and today's breakfast. She'd gotten into a groove when you got home and saw her doing the thing she dislikes just because you were busy and it had to be done. Ororo prides a bit as you press against her back pressing kisses in thanks. She could get used to this... lets hope maintenence was here tomorrow though.
Anna-Marie huffed and puffed about getting it done but when she finally sauntered over to the sink and started working the look of pure unfiltered attraction from you as you finished cleaning the bookcase was all worth it. She'll make a show out of it too, lifting the plate up slightly so that droplets of water run up her arm as your eyes followed the wet trail. Might try to bargain for a reward (kiss) when she's done.
Remy doesnt shy away from doin what his partner wants, he lives to serve. And if the fastest way to get your hands crawling across his skin is to play house-husband then he is more than willing to comply, he doesnt exactly get how you get hot and bothered from doing the bare minimum but Remy would never turn down an oppurtunity to lavish you in attention (and get some in return)
Assemble a chair from IKEA, I'm like, "AhAhAh"/Offering to do anything, I'm like, "Oh, my god":
Kurt has gotten more handy over the years, keeping his small church in order was a lot of work and outsourcing all the labor just wasnt possible- plus watching your eyes trail over his back and arms while he lifted your new bedframe up the stairs was a pleasure like no other. Shocked that he did it by himself, as he assured you it was his duty as your partner, he doesnt want to ruin the moment though so dont be surprised when he bamfs across the room to receive his payment
Kitty and her endless ability to understand complex (and ridiculous!) instructions was one of the most attractive things about her. Oh her brain was so amazing, it's not your fault her face was in front of it! Which is part of the reason she seems so surprised when she looks up, halfway done fixing your phone to see your eyes glossy and unfocused, flitting across her face and hands. She'll fan her face and tie up her hair for you to have a better view, giggling as you come back to and start praising her.
Logan was buff. He was so, so buff. He knew it, you knew it, and he knew you loved when he showed off- moving your new couch to the other side of the room for the nth time as you keep getting distracted. Muttering out another "no not right" as he laughs and rolls his shoulder, hauling it to another area as you trailed behind, staring at his muscles. At some point he'll forego any sense of 'modesty' and take off his ratty white tank alltogether, enjoying hearing your breath catch in your throat
Warren didn't particularly like this process. He had put something on backwards a bazillion steps ago and was groaning in frustration as he had to redo all his hard work, but oh you loved this process. Watching his face flush in frustration and seeing how he kept doing this one little task for you over and over (accidentally making it harder for himself), he was about to call it quits when he saw your half-lidded eyes and knew there was a very nice end in sight.
Illyana was currently assembling your new dresser drawers, using her body weight to push down on the difficult wood as she secured the screws, as she sat back proudly and turned to you, she was caught off guard when you grabbed her hand and jumped onto the bed.
"that was hot we should make out"
Illyana was not an idiot and she would absolutely be taking you up on that, shoving aside the dresser in her final flaunt of strength before joining you.
Headcanons for the X-Women's reaction to getting you pregnant (no pronouns for reader and implied GP!X-Women)
precursor: for all women, they're supporting whatever decision you make, but so I don't have to write the same sentence for every character, we're assuming you're deciding to have and keep the baby
characters included: Jean Grey, Emma Frost, Rogue, Ororo Munroe, Betsy Braddock, Kitty Pryde, Illyana Rasputin, and Laura Kinney
Jean Grey (Phoenix):
knows the second you take the test and is waiting very impatiently on the other side of the door while you take it
so happy when she reads the results from your mind, but still pretends like it's the first time she's hearing it when you tell her
understands if you want to still come on missions at first but is not happy to see you there and looms over you the entire time making sure you never come within 100 yards of any real danger
practically begs you to not come on mission after the first 2 months and it would turn to arguments if you still tried to go
does everything she can to make sure you have everything you need and jumps up every time you move to ask if she can get you something
gets very over affectionate throughout the pregnancy and always wants to be touching you in some way
so gentle when fucking you especially after you start to show and would way tone down the speed and roughness of your sex even if you complain about it
got her plan for the birth when she first found out and is ready the second you start showing signs of labor
refuses to leave your side through the entire birthing process and makes sure you're not in too much pain (she regrets that she can't dull the pain completely because the Dr's say that'd be dangerous)
Emma Frost:
the second you have the thought you might be pregnant, she's showing up with five different pregnancy tests and an already scheduled Doctor's appointment
a little nervous, but she hides it well and is more excited and happy to have a baby with you
you better get comfortable around the house because she won't be letting you set foot in the field or go on missions for nine months and there won't be any compromises about it
overbearing about everything prenatal, gets you all the recommended prenatal vitamins and gets very snippy when you eat/drink something that's not "nutritional for the baby"
does not like to be apart from you during and will hover over you anytime you're sitting asking if you need anything or telling you there's some pregnancy exercise she wants you to try
would never admit it, but seeing you pregnant with her baby turns her on like nothing else
would fuck you almost every night and grows a special love for spoon fucking because it's most comfortable one you start to show
an absolute disaster in the delivery room, she's so distressed about you and the baby being okay the entire time she's snapping at every doctor, nurse, and once you (she realized very fast that was not wise)
Anna-Marie (Rogue):
panics when you tell her because not sure you're both ready or that she even wants a baby, she worries the baby will have a power set like hers and struggle to control it, or she'll be a bad mother like Mystique
but the second you say something about how you're having the baby with or without her in your life, she's stepping right up because that's the last thing she wants and after a bit of reassurance and talking through things, she'll start to look forward to the idea of you having her baby
you're going nowhere near danger and if danger comes near you (very likely given how often the mansion / x-men homes get attacked) she's going ballistic on whoever threatened to hurt you
reads all the pregnancy books and is constantly trying to get you to follow all the recommended routines and do everything possible to prepare for labor
treats you like you're made of glass during sex, but after some encouragement and begging (plus research and talking to a Doctor) she'd pick it up after realizing it's safe
surpassingly calm during labor and stays right by your side to hold you hand and encourage you while you push
bonus hc for rogue: she'd be so scared her baby would have similar powers to hers and would drain your life force from inside while there's nothing she can do to save you (she knows mutant powers don't usually develop till puberty anyway but it's still a constant nightmare)
Ororo Munroe (Storm):
happy when you tell her, but is pragmatic about it, asking if you're sure and what you're planning to do before she gets too excited, but once you're sure, she's just so happy you're carrying her baby
knows you still want to be part of the team, but makes sure she's on every mission you come on and would make sure you're safe (she does that always anyways but it feels even more important knowing you're carrying her baby, she doesn't want you getting hit at all)
once you start showing, she's asking you to stay back and will be more forceful than she usually gets with you about it
always making sure you have everything possible you need and are following the doctor's orders very stubborn with you about your daily routines and habits to ensure a healthy pregnancy (you tell her you're craving something sweet- she's bringing you a strawberry)
overjoyed when you ask her to have sex during pregnancy because she gets to make you feel good and get you off your feet
would happily just eat you out and take care of herself but if you asked her to actually fuck you, she'll happily indulge you
she'll do her best to stay calm during labor but it will be storming outside as her control slips in her anxiousness
she'll hold your hand, encouraging you to squeeze as hard as you need and offering every possible word of encouragement as you labor
Betsy Braddock (Captain Britain/Psylocke):
happy, she's excited to take the next step with you, and though it's a surprise, she thinks she can be a good mom with you by her side
most of her nervousness comes from worrying about you during pregnancy and how your delivery will go
would be very unhappy about it, but would tolerate you coming on missions at first
would finally put her foot down about it once you start showing because it's more likely to impact you and makes it more real to her
spends the whole pregnancy looming over your shoulder waiting for you to need something from her or ask for something
makes notes of all the doctor's recommendations and reminds you every day about what you should be doing, eating, etc, and gets an attitude when you go against her
sees you carrying her baby as something so intimate and wants to reward that by giving you intimacy in return
she wants to make you feel good and every time you feel like it, she's ready to fuck you and make you cum, she understands you body very well and knows when / where she needs to hold back
she's calm during your labor, she trusts that you're in the best hands with the doctor's and nurses and assures you the whole time you're doing great
happy to let you crush her hand and apologizes at least once for getting you pregnant (even though she doesn't mean it, she's happy for the baby, but she's sorry for the pain)
Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat):
thinks you're playing a prank on her when you first tell her and only realizes you're serious when you get upset with her for laughing
gets really nervous about the prospect of you being pregnant because she doesn't feel quite ready to parent, but she's not going to abandon you, she knows the baby is hers, and she'll step up and try to be the best mother she can
she'll tolerate you coming on missions for a few weeks, but make sure you stick right by her side the whole time
but the second you have an ultrasound she can hear the fetus heartbeat- she's making the executive decision that you're done coming on missions for the foreseeable future
spends all her time trying to make you comfortable and is always researching what's good for pregnancy and encouraging you to do what's highly recommenced and beneficial
very stubborn about your diet and gives you a dirty look anytime you have caffeine or anything that's recommended to limit during pregnancy
she's done all the research and knows sex during pregnancy is generally safe and can sometimes help ease discomfort
she's all too happy to share this fact with you and is more than happy to make you feel good and fuck you
panicking during your labor but tries to appear calm for your benefit (she does a bad job but it helps a little)
tells you over and over again how good you're doing and stays right by your side no matter how long it takes
Illyana Rasputin (Magik):
shocked when you tell her, had the idea of "well I haven't been wearing condoms or pulling out this whole time and no pregnancy yet so it must be impossible" so she just stares at you dumbfounded
the thoughts come slow, but she manages to wrap her head around it and is just like okay, let's do this, let's have a baby and somehow goes from surprise to very overconfident in her ability to raise a child in a matter of minutes (she says repeatedly "what it's just a baby")
wouldn't think too much about you still coming on missions until the second you start to show and it's like a switch flips in her brain and she's demanding you stay out of the field
gets you everything you ask for or anything she thinks you'd need, which is often some weird food or drink she saw is good for pregnancy and then she'll stand there and watch you to make sure you eat / drink it
thinks it's hot when you start to show which surprises herself but she's happy to act on it
turns into a huge groper, hands always on your body, wandering over every part before she works you both up enough to fuck you
absolute disaster during the delivery, all the anxiety she hadn't been feeling during the pregnancy hits her all at once when you go into labor
pacing the room and muttering to herself about how she's crazy for thinking she could be a mother and your kids going to be have all kinds of problem because it's hers
has to be reminded repeatedly by nurses to calm down because she's stressing you out and manages to hold your hand and comfort you about half the time before she freaks out again
Laura Kinney (Wolverine):
very surprised and says she needs some time alone to think about it
calm when she comes back and ready to hear whatever you have to say about, though she is very scared about her abilities to be a good mother because of her lack of childhood, but after reassurance, she gets excited about the prospect of having a baby with you
no you will not be coming in the field anymore and if you try to argue with her about she gets very broody and upset with you about putting yourself and "her baby" in danger
asks you every 2 seconds if you're alright and need anything and wants to assist you in everything you do even if it's not a two person task (shower? she's in there too, taking a nap? she's right there watching you sleep, waking up at night because you can't sleep? she's following you to the living room to sit with you on the couch, where she promptly falls asleep slumped against your belly)
very hesitant to hurt you and would rather just eat you out and jack off than fuck you, but after a lot of begging, she'd agree to fuck you just a lot more gently than normal
freaks way out when you start spotting after though and only calms down after looking it up to see that it's normal after sex
trainwreck in the delivery room, seeing you in pain deeply upsets her especially because she's partially responsibly and there's nothing she can do aside from let you squeeze her hand
so anxious and accidentally lets the helpful advice slip that if you push harder, the baby would come out faster (she had to take a break from the room after that so you could calm down)
For anon...this is a continuation of this imagine. Spoilers for Logan are below. Enjoy!
Y/N huffed as he held his own side. Leaning into a tree, he forced his bleary eyes to the scene in front of him. He had already started crying moments before that. He understood what was happening.
He saw Laura holding Logan in her arms. The old X-Man was laboring in his breathing, though he didn’t notice. At the moment, he only cared about seeing Laura.
With little strength left, Y/N dropped onto the ground. He looked at his hands to see his own blood. His vision continued to blur from both tears and exhaustion. If he understood what was happening, which was difficult given his foggy mindset, it wouldn’t be long until he saw Logan again.
“Y/N,” a sweet voice whispered.
Y/N craned his neck not entirely believing what he was hearing. It had been so long since that voice had surrounded him.
“Y/N,” they whispered again.
“Kit-Kitty?”
“Yeah,” she responded.
The man in agony lifted his head. To the surrounding kids, they were confused. Laura was too focused on her father to care. Y/N was muttering at nothing. Y/N let out a massive sigh as he could see his long gone wife. She looked as beautiful as he remembered.
“You’re okay,” he sobbed, “You’re waiting for me, right? I’m dying?”
Kitty knelt in front of him. She smiled. “Not quite, Y/N.”
“What?”
In an odd sense, he was almost sad that he wasn’t. He could see his wife; why wouldn’t he be dying?
“You have to hold on,” she encouraged, “These children need you.”
He let out a long wheeze. “They’ve got,” he paused to let out a breath, “Eden. Don’t need me.”
She held his cheek. “Yes, they do.”
Y/N glanced at the ground. He let out another sob as more tears wet the ground. He shouldn’t be alive right now; not after what the Reavers had done to him. But, his wife was telling him he was going to be fine. So, why did he not want to stay?
“I wanna see you,” he blubbered, “Why can’t I see you? I miss you, Kitty.”
“I’ve never left,” she whispered, “Not once.”
He swallowed. “I love you.”
She smiled. “I know.” She placed her hand on his forehead. “Now. Live.”
Y/N sucked in a deep breath of air before falling onto his back. He sounded like a fish gasping for water as one of the kids hurried to his side. Immediately, she noticed his wound. Without hesitation, the young mutant placed her hands on him and healed him. Within moments, Y/N was breathing normally.
He squinted while he looked up at the child. Without even looking, he knew the image of his wife was gone. But...she was right. These kids needed someone now that Logan was gone. Y/N would make sure they made it to safety.
Pairings: Kitty Pryde x Reader, Illyana Rasputin x Reader
Summary: They pester and bother you all the time. Why do you keep going to their room when they ask you to?
Tags: Smut, GN!Reader, AFAB!Reader, sub!Reader, Bottom!Reader, GP!Kitty Pryde, Dom!Kitty Pryde, GP!Illyana Rasputin, Dom!Illyana Rasputin, Dubious Consent, Illyana and Kitty are mean girls, Power Imbalance and Dynamics, Humiliation, Degradation, Multiple Creampies, Breeding Kink, Cunnilingus, Orgasm Control, Mentions of Throat Training, Oral Sex, Blowjobs, FaceFucking
Word Count: 2452
“Come here.” Illyana’s hands dig into your hips as she yanks you backwards into her lap. You squirm as she hooks her arms around your waist. “Mmm.” She grunts and kisses the back of your neck. “Don’t squirm, I know you’re cold, I’m just trying to warm you up.” She mutters against your neck.
You knew it was a mistake when you got the text demanding you come to their room to ‘hang out’. You hadn’t even made it three feet into the room before Illyana was grabbing you and trying to pull you into her bed. “I am not.” You wedge yourself from her grip, falling onto the ground as Kitty chuckles and spins around in her desk chair.
“Don’t be a baby,” Kitty says as you frown from your new position on the floor. “Illyana was being generous.”
“Generosity has nothing to do with it.” You grumble and use the bed to pull yourself up onto your feet.
“Kitty left the window open; it’s a little drafty. I know you’re cold.” Illyana shrugs and leans back, propping herself up on her elbows. It makes her black tank top ride up a bit, and you have to tear your eyes away from her exposed abs.
“Come on.” Kitty stands up and pushes your shoulders, shoving you backwards onto Illyana’s bed. “Don’t be difficult.”
“I’m not being difficult.” You huff and try to ignore Illyana’s fingers brushing against your hip. She thumbs at the bottom of your shirt. “And just so you know,” you push Illyana’s hand away. “I wouldn’t cuddle with you even if I were in Antarctica.” You snap.
Hindsight is 20/20. And only a few seconds later, you regret your choice of words. It truly was a horrible taunt for someone who can teleport you wherever the hell they want to. So, as Illyana walks back through her portal and leaves you in a frozen tundra, you truly see the error of your ways.
You had only been wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt when you came to their room. At least you had socks on, but as you kneel in the snow and wrap your arms around yourself, you feel your toes going numb. Snow swirls around you in a harsh wind. You look around weakly, but don’t see any signs of life or shelter.
The snow burns your skin, and numbness seeps deeper into your body. You don’t even have the strength to reach into your pocket and try to get your phone, and you doubt there’s a signal in this place anyway. All you can do is wait until a flash of light separates the flurry of snow in front of you and Illyana reappears.
You want to glare, to be angry at her, but she holds her arms open, and all you have the strength for is to stumble forward into her awaiting arms. She’s so warm, as her muscular arms wrap around you and she pulls you back through the portal, you sag against her. She hums in satisfaction as she teleports you through Limbo and back into her bed.
You can practically feel the smugness radiating off her as she lies back against a pillow, and you stay affixed to her torso. The feeling slowly starts to come back to your limbs, and you shiver against her. A blanket gets thrown over the two of you, and another warm body presses against your back.
“Not so pouty now.” Kitty’s breath tickles your ear, and you shiver for a different reason.
“She’s mean.” Your voice is half muffled against the fabric of Illyana’s shirt.
“Oh, come on.” Illyana protests. “It wasn’t even 2 minutes.”
“You left me alone in Antarctica.” You mumble.
“It wasn’t Antarctica. It was just Northern Russia.” She shrugs. “You were fine. I was just proving a point.” You bite your tongue, knowing another comment could land you back in an empty snow-covered landscape. “You’re getting my bed wet.” She protests after a few minutes of warming you up.
For a moment, you think she’s making a dirty joke, but then you feel the wet bottoms of your pants. The snow stuck to your clothes is melting in the pile of your combined body heat. And somehow, Illyana has the nerve to complain about it. “Well, whose fault is that?”
“Yours,” Kitty says. “Your clothes are wet, take them off.” You don’t even have time to think about doing it yourself before Kitty’s hands are in your waistband. You start squirming as she shoves them down, but can’t get anywhere as Illyana’s hands grab your shirt and start yanking it over your head.
You get caught in a tangle of your own clothes and the blanket as they try to wrestle you out of your clothes. “Stop squirming.” Illyana grunts, and someone’s elbow slams into your ribs. You gasp as the wind gets knocked out of your lungs, and Illyana takes the opportunity to get your shirt all the way off. Kitty gives up getting your pants off the normal way and just phases them off your body.
“There you go,” Kitty says as she tosses your pants across the room. She slides her hand over the fabric of your underwear, groping your ass. You wiggle away, throwing yourself over Illyana to get away from Kitty’s hands. Kitty sighs, and they both sit up as you stumble out of Illyana’s bed, only in your underwear.
“Why are you being so difficult today?” Illyana sighs. “Come get back in bed, or really send you to Antarctica this time.” Her words sound deadly serious, and you hesitate only a moment before you climb back into the bed.
“Funny how a little threat always gets you to remember your place.” Kitty laughs as you begrudgingly take a seat on the edge of the bed.
“But that doesn’t mean your little attitude is forgotten.” Illyana wraps her arm around your torso and yanks you backwards. “I’m thinking someone needs a reminder of their place.”
“I completely agree.” Kitty nods as Illyana wrestles you down against the mattress. Once you’re down, Illyana flips over you, straddling your waist. You can already see her cock straining through her sweat pants.
“Wait, wait.” You struggle as Kitty pins your arms down, and Illyana grabs your underwear and yanks it off.
“Oh, look at that,” Illyana mutters. “Your mouth says no, but your cunt is dripping.” She’s right. It’s humiliating, but you’ve gotten used to this. It’s a habit now, your body knows that when Illyana and Kitty start manhandling you, it means you’re about to get fucked.
“So, maybe if you shut your pie hole, we’ll give your other needy hole what it wants.” Kitty hisses as you try to wrench your arms from her grip.
“Bet I can make this a pie hole too.” Illyana laughs at her own joke as she buries her face between your legs. You moan as she latches onto your clit. Kitty holds your wrists tighter as you arch into Illyana’s mouth.
“Not so argumentative now, huh?” Kitty smirks down as your face contorts in pleasure. You open your mouth to give a snarky remark, but before you can, Illyana grazes her teeth over your clit. You yelp and squirm, but Illyana grabs your hips, preventing you from getting away from her mouth.
They hold you in place as Illyana eats you out. No matter how much you squirm and struggle, you’re helpless to her tongue. Illyana’s an expert in your body by now, and it doesn’t take her long to work you up.
“Gonna cum.” You moan and buck your hips up. Illyana flicks her tongue over your clit one last time before pulling away. You whine as the pleasure fades quickly, leaving you on the edge of orgasm. “No, wait.”
They both laugh as you buck your hips, trying to chase the contact. “Desperate little thing.” Illyana slaps your thigh roughly, making you freeze. “Don’t worry. We have what you need.” She shoves the waistband of her sweatpants down and pulls her cock free, apparently having forgone underwear for the day.
She’s already hard and wastes no time shoving your knees apart and lining up with your dripping cunt. You both groan as she shoves her cock inside you. “There you go,” Kitty says while she watches where Illyana’s cock slips inside you. “You just needed some cock to act right, huh?” Kitty smirks down as you moan.
Illyana starts fucking you slowly, working her cock all the way inside you. You stop squirming entirely as her fingers brush your clit. “Are you gonna behave?” Kitty asks. You nod at her through hooded eyes, too focused on pleasure to keep up your fight against her. She releases your wrists and pushes her own pants down and pulls her cock out.
You open your mouth before she even has to ask. “So eager.” Kitty smiles as she cups the back of your head. She lifts your head up and slides a pillow underneath, angling it to get you into a good position for her. “You want to taste my cock, huh?” You whine softly in response. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Kitty slides her cock past your lips, groaning as you hollow your cheeks, sucking softly as she thrusts to the back of your throat. You gag and push against her hips, but Kitty keeps her cock buried until you slap her hip. She pulls her hips back, smearing drool and precum over your face before slapping your cheek.
“Don’t fucking hit me.” She growls.
“At least you didn’t get bitten.” Illyana huffs as she ruts into you.
“No, we learned that lesson a long time ago,” Kitty says. Of course, they’re referring to the first time you were told to suck Illyana off. She had gotten a little too ambitious and tried throat fucking you without warning. You had tried to push her away, but she was stronger and overpowered you. Your only choice was to bite her. You had spent the rest of that day with an o-ring gag in your mouth, to ‘teach you how a good whore sucks,’ to quote Illyana.
“Why haven’t we trained your throat yet?” Kitty pats your cheek.
“Just wait.” Illyana grunts. “I’m almost done.” Her hips slap into yours as she thrusts into you roughly. “Shame that such a good cunt is attached to this waste of space.”
“Such good pussy that it makes you cum in five minutes flat?” Kitty laughs.
Illyana huffs but is too focused on chasing her orgasm to defend herself. She groans as she plows into you, balls slapping your ass. “Fuck.” She grunts, and you feel her cock twitch inside you. “Gonna cum in your pussy. Gonna breed you.”
It’s not a question, so you don’t even attempt to protest. You wrap your arms around her back, digging your nails into her shirt. Illyana moans loudly as she thrusts her hips forward hard, burying her cock fully inside you. You whimper softly as the first warm splash of cum lands inside you.
Illyana shivers and humps into you weakly as she keeps cumming. “Feels so fucking good.” She whimpers as her orgasm fades.
“Our sweet little cum slut.” Kitty says and pats your cheek before scooting back to the bed. Illyana pulls her softening cock out of you slowly and rolls off you. You wince slightly as she leaves you feeling empty.
Not for long, though, as Kitty is there to fill the void. She slides between your legs, taking Illyana’s place. Just as Illyana’s cum starts to leak out of you, Kitty shoves her cock inside you, pushing it back in. Your face flushes at the wet sounds as Kitty starts fucking you, stirring up Illyana’s cum inside you.
Illyana rolls on her side and lazily reaches between your legs and rubs your clit. It feels so good, you moan and press your hips up, meeting Kitty’s thrusts as she fucks into you. “Look now, one load of cum, and you’re begging for more.” Illyana teases as she presses harder against your clit.
“And to think,” Kitty grunts, “you tried to act all tough earlier. But all it takes is a little cock, and you remember your place.”
“Yeah, as our cumdump.” Illyana continues. You want to defend yourself, but Illyana’s fingers on your clit and Kitty’s cock inside you make it hard to focus on anything other than pleasure.
“Feels good,” you moan, “I’m gonna cum.” Kitty and Illyana smirk at each other as you squirm in pleasure. Illyana keeps rubbing your clit, and Kitty starts fucking you harder, angling her hips so her cock hits a new spot inside you. You gasp as your stomach tightens.
“I can feel you clenching around me.” Kitty slams her hips against yours. “You want to cum so bad. To make a mess on my cock. Go ahead. Cum for us.”
Your body obeys instantly. Cumming around her as she fucks you. You fist the sheets and arch against Kitty. She moans over you as your cunt flutters around her. Her teeth clench as your inner walls massage her cock. You fall back against the mattress as Kitty keeps fucking you through the aftershocks.
“Ah.” She gasps. “Fuck.” Her cock throbs inside you. “You’re practically begging me to cum inside you. To breed you.”
“Five minutes,” Illyana says quietly.
Kitty ignores her comment and keeps thrusting into you with a new desperation. She pants heavily and squeezes her eyes shut. You know the signs, so it’s no surprise when you feel her start to cum into you. She rocks her hips into you, draining every drop of her cum from her balls inside you.
She finally finishes breeding you with a grunt and rolls to the other side of you than Illyana. Kitty pants softly as Illyana drags two fingers through their mixed cum leaking out of you. She shoves her fingers into you, pushing their cum back into your used cunt.
“You’re making a mess on my bed.” She tuts. “You’ll need to wash my sheets when we’re done.” You make a mental note that she said ‘when we’re done’, which means you’re going to have a long afternoon ahead of you.
“Why don’t you start apologizing to her, too?” Kitty says. “Go suck her cock.” She slaps your shoulder gently. You’re not in a position to go against them again, so with a sigh, you slide down the bed to do as she says. “After you make her cum, I’ll be ready again, so come suck me.” You sigh again as you prepare to take Illyana’s cock into your mouth. A long afternoon indeed.
Summary: it's just double penetration, who needs a plot
Tags: Double/Dual Penetration, GP!Kitty, GP!Illyana, AFAB!Reader, GN!Reader, Bottom!Reader, Sub!Reader, 2 cocks in vagina, Degradation, Double Creampie, Orgasm Control
Word Count: 1128
“Relax.” Kitty’s nails bite into your shoulder.
“It hurts,” you hiss as she pushes her cock against Illyana’s, trying to join her girlfriend in your cunt.
“You can take it. This is your job.” Illyana grunts from underneath you. Your head lulls down, resting against her shoulder. You shift on top of her, squirming slightly as Kitty repositions herself behind you. Illyana’s on the bottom, laying beneath you on the couch. You’re laying on top of her, chest to chest, as Kitty kneels behind you.
“Fuck.” You whine as Kitty tries again. You cry out in pain as the head of her cock wedges inside you. Illyana grunts beneath you as your pussy tightens around her.
“Just like that.” Kitty groans as she sinks her cock deeper into her. She applied a good amount of lube so her cock slides the rest of the way without much resistance. Illyana’s eyes roll back in her head as her girlfriend’s cock slides against hers inside you. Holding still is torture for her, and as soon as Kitty’s cock is fully sheathed inside you, Illyana pulls out and thrusts in. They both moan at the feeling.
You feel so stuffed full of their cocks, you can’t do anything but lay as they start fucking into you. They try to keep their rhythm together, pulling out and thrusting in at the same time. It keeps you in a cycle of almost empty to uncomfortably full. They moan as their cocks rub together inside of you. They pay little attention to you, you may as well be a pocket pussy for them.
Illyana and Kitty are too focused on their own pleasure to think of you. They both rut into you feverishly, rubbing their cocks together. Kitty humps against your back, dropping her head down to attach her lips to Illyana’s. They sloppily make out inches from your face. They moan into each other’s mouths as their hips grind into you.
The stretch fades as they keep fucking you, the pain slowly fading to pleasure as they stuff you full over and over. You whine softly and reach down to rub your clit. “No.” Illyana mumbles before pulling her lips away from Kitty’s. She grabs your wrist, yanking your hand away from your cunt. “You want to be touched, you ask.” She growls.
“Please.” You beg and try to wiggle your hand free of her grip.
“Words.” Kitty groans.
“Please touch me.” You whine. As you beg, Kitty reaches between your legs and presses two fingers against your clit. Your hips jerk forward, humping her fingers.
“Ah.” Illyana tuts and grabs your hips. Her nails bite into your skin, forcing you to remain still. “Just let her touch you, you don’t control the pace.” You stifle a groan, knowing Kitty would likely take her fingers away. Their pace has faltered because of your actions, they both still grind slightly into you but now they’re focused on how you squeeze and flinch around their cocks when Kitty rubs your clit a certain way.
“Feel good?” Kitty purrs in your ear.
“Mhm.” You nod, pleasure coursing through you. The cocks move in tandem inside you. You can feel every vein and pulse as their cocks throb against each other.
“Tell her thank you.” Illyana says and pinches your hip.
“Thank you.” You rush the words out, not wanting to give her reason to do any worse. Illyana hums at your obedience and she retakes her hold of your hips. She moves your hips for you, forcing you to grind back against the pair of cocks stuffed inside you. Kitty rewards your obedience with more controlled movements on your clit. She rubs the bundle of nerves in tight small circles and pressure builds tight in your belly. “Gonna cum.”
“That didn’t sound like asking permission to me.” Illyana says.
“No it didn’t.” Kitty nods along in agreement and she pulls her fingers away.
“No.” You cry out, hips chasing the sensation but Illyana prevents you from moving. “Please, I want to cum. Please, let me cum.” You beg, pleading for one of them to take sympathy on you. It had been a long day, you hadn’t been allowed to cum yet today and you’d already been fucked 5 times. It doesn’t help that Illyana and Kitty’s cocks are making you feel full in the best way.
“Hmmm.” Kitty hums behind you in mock consideration. “I don’t know.”
“Please.” You sob and rock your hips back against her, humping her cock desperately.
“Yeah?” Illyana grunts beneath you. “You want to cum on our cocks?” Kitty’s fingers find your clit again and you moan as she starts rubbing your clit. As appealing as the idea is of leaving you on the edge, it’s too irresistible to feel your cunt cum around them together. “Go ahead.” They start fucking hard into you again and Kitty’s fingers rub your clit roughly.
The sudden stimulation sends you fast into an orgasm. The coil in your lower stomach snaps and you groan loudly as you cum, hips rocking back against their two cocks. Both women groan as your cunt spasms and tightens around them. It gets to Illyana first- the feeling of your pussy gets even tighter around her and Kitty’s cock rubbing against hers is too much. She humps up into you desperately as she cums.
Kitty cums a second later, the feeling of Illyana’s cock throbbing against hers sends her spiralling. Both their cocks throb and pulse inside you as they cum. You shiver weakly as your orgasm fades, aftershocks taking over. You feel even fuller as their cum fills you up. The warmth spreads through your stomach as two pairs of balls empty inside you.
They both hump into you weakly as they drain their cum. “Fuck.” Illyana grunts as the last drop of her cum spills weakly inside you. You wince as they slowly pull out together, a flood of cum following them. Kitty moves off the couch as Illyana shifts you to the side. She shoves you off to the side, leaving you on the couch in a puddle of cum. They talk softly to each other as they get dressed, paying little attention to you.
“Oh, hey.” Illyana comes back over to you on the couch. You’re exhausted and feel weak after their rough treatment, but you find the energy to lift your head up and look at her. “Next time we’re gonna share your ass, so tell Jean to prepare you well if you don’t want it to hurt.” She smacks your ass for no reason other than she can and turns to leave. You close your eyes, letting them leave in silence as you take mental note to warn Jean of their future plans.
For anon...reader is male as requested, and continues the same imagines as the other kitty x male!reader imagines. Enjoy! (I haven’t seen Logan yet, but there are some minor spoilers)
“What are you looking at?” Charles asked as Logan finished helping him into his bed.
You snapped your gaze from the old photo to the aging Professor. You smiled softly as you shared a brief gaze with Wolverine. The Canadian’s jaw tightened as he remembered the incident your wife didn’t survive. Granted, she wasn’t the only one who didn’t survive, but he had been closer to her than most of the others.
Grabbing the picture, you softly ran your thumb around the frame. You sent a small smile to Charles.
“This is my wife, Kitty,” you explained, “Her nickname was Shadowcat.”
“Why’s that?”
You shrugged. “I suppose it was because she could phase through things. It never really made much sense to me. But, the name fit her like a glove. She was fierce, but kind. Determined and beautiful. She means everything to me.”
Charles was smiling so broadly that his crow’s feet were even more adamant. He was beaming at you.
“Where is she? I’d love to meet her.”
Your face fell, taking on a darker shade. Even though it had been years since the Westchester Incident, you still found it extremely difficult to talk about, let alone explain. Charles noticed your change in demeanor.
“Unfortunately,” you sighed, “You can’t. Kitty...she isn’t around anymore.”
He knit his brows. “What happened?”
You grit your teeth, keeping your gaze off him. Your insides were burning with a multitude of emotions: guilt, anger, hate, depression. You gently sat the photo back on the desk and stood up. Charles knit his brows in confusion.
“Why can’t I meet her?” he demanded. “I want to meet her.”
“She’s dead,” you barked but stopped yourself.
He couldn’t know. Logan had been working so hard to keep it from him. You couldn’t ruin it. You couldn’t risk his safety and the others. You had to bottle it up...forever. Kitty could only be a rare memory. Nothing more.
Y/N burst through the large doors that barricaded the Professor, Magneto, Logan, and Kitty from the remaining Sentinels. Magneto was quick to shut the doors behind Y/N. His hand was currently pushing against a large wound on his leg. Unfortunately, he didn’t have long due to the loss of blood.
Limping, Y/N landed on his rear right next to Kitty. Her hands remained on Logan’s temple while staring at him with wide and worried eyes.
“Y/N,” she muttered, “Are-Are you okay? Where’s Bobby?”
The man, through his ragged breathing, closed his eyes in remorse. He shook his head. A sob raked through Kitty as tried to focus on keeping Logan in the past. Y/N forced himself to his knees, groaning in the process, before wrapping an arm around Kitty’s neck. She sobbed into it as much as she could without losing Logan.
“I’m so sorry,” Y/N cooed, “I tried.”
She didn’t respond. Y/N sat next to her on his knees, holding her. His heart ached for her. Even though she loved Bobby all these years, he still hadn’t moved on from her.
Suddenly, the door burst open. Sentinels were breaking the final barrier to the last survivors. The one in the center opened its face and hands, aiming for Charles, Erik, and the three by the table. It seemed as though timed slowed.
Instinctively, Y/N used his body to cover Kitty. Despite his attempt, she could slowly see the inferno creeping toward them.
Just as the orange reflected in her pupil, everything was gone. Flames, bodies, the remaining mutants. All of it.
Y/N snapped his eyes open. He realized he was sweating. So much so that he was covered in a slight sheen of it. He slowed his breathing while glancing down at his body. For some odd reason, his hand was gripping his leg as tight as he could.
Shocked, Y/N slowly let go of his leg. He stretched out his fingers. The sound of a sink being turned off caught his attention. He slowly sat up and faced the bathroom. Moments later, Kitty, his wife, came into view. She knit her brows.
“Everything okay?” she asked him with slight concern.
Y/N nodded, letting out a breath. “I...I think so. Must’ve been a nightmare.”
Kitty frowned with empathy. She wouldn’t admit it, but she had risen early for the same reason. When she woke, however, Y/N seemed in a peaceful state. Kitty crossed the room and sat on her husbands lap. She placed her forehead on his.
She smiled, stroking a bit of his hair. Y/N let out a brief laugh before smiling. He grabbed her left hand before smoothing his thumb over her wedding ring.
“Everything is alright,” Kitty told him, “The Mansion is safe. We’re safe.”
Y/N looked into her eyes. He cupped her cheek, giving her a warm smile.
“I know.” He pecked her lips. “Where would I be without you?”
She smirked. “Probably dead.”
The pair chuckled. Kitty patted his cheek before getting back on her feet.
“Now, come on and get ready. We have classes to teach.”
Y/N pecked her hand. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Prompt(s): Could you do a Kitty Pryde X Reader where she helps recruit the reader?
Notes: Kitty is the sweetest of dolls omfg! This is my first time writing with her though, so sorry if I she’s really ooc.
Warning(s): None.
Word Count: 814.
The first thing Kitty thought of when she saw (y/n) was that she was really cute, and that she wanted to be the one to show them around the school. She also thought that she hated (y/n)’s parents, who had taken them out of school and verbally abused them. Although, being the prestigious asses they were, they had scheduled an appointment with Charles to talk about the school and whether or not it was good for (y/n). They would probably send them there anyways though.
Kitty went along because Charles thought it would be a great idea to show them what some of the best students at Xavier’s School were like. She was proud that Charles chose her.
“The campus is at least very nice.” Said (y/n)’s mom, snobbily looking over the pamphlet that Kitty had brought.
Charles nodded his head, “Indeed. There’s enough room for everyone to relax, study, and play. I’ve seen multiple games of football be held at one time.” He laughed.
“But what about the academics?” (y/n)’s dad intervened.
Charles nodded again, “Our academics meet the basic principles of all American schools, although more often than not student’s’ grades exceed that of the average American school. We also offer higher courses along with extracurricular activities such as band, welding, carpentry, archery, etc.”
This went on for a few hours at least, (y/n)’s parents asking diligently about the school. Charles answered calmly and even had Kitty speak up once or twice about her opinions and whatnot. In the end (y/n)’s mom leaned back and gave a sigh.
“You’ll do well there, (y/n). We’ll call every once in awhile, I guess. Goodbye Professor Xavier, Miss Pryde, it was very nice speaking with you.”
Charles blinked and sat up a little straighter, “We’re taking (y/n) with us?”
“Well yes of course, it’s best to start her academics there as soon as possible, isn’t it?” Said (y/n)’s dad.
Charles let this sink in and replied, “Of course. I was expecting to see them dropped off later this week but we have a few rooms cleaned up for them to choose from. Do you have your bags packed, (y/n)?”
“...Yes. Mom and Dad had me pack them earlier.”
“Ah, uh, very well. I’ll finalize things with your parents. Kitty, would you please go with (y/n) and help them take their bags to the car?”
“Yes, sir.” Kitty smiled and got up. She followed (y/n) up to their room before extending a hand.
“Hi, I’m Kitty. I know you already know that, but I thought we should properly introduce ourselves.” She smiled.
(y/n) blinked and gave a small smile of their own as they shook hands, “Hello. My name’s (y/n). It’s very nice to meet you, Kitty. I know I stayed quiet, but I’m excited to see the campus.”
“Really? I can show you around once we get there. Right after dinner, that is.”
“That sounds great, actually. If you don’t mind me asking, what can you do?”
Kitty smiled and leaned against the nearest wall before phasing through it and back. “I can basically phase through stuff. You can turn sound waves into attacks and earthquakes, yeah? I think that’s pretty cool.”
“Really? Dad said it was dangerous and that I would kill someone, or myself.” (y/n) blushed and looked away.
Kitty shrugged, “Well, true, but technically I can fall through floors or walk through a wall off a twenty-story building and fall to my death. Or, you know, force someone else through the same situation.
“But anyways, come on, let’s get your things into the car. I think you’ll like it at the mansion, it’s really neat! If we pack our stuff now, maybe Professor will finish up with your parents quicker and we can get there before dinner time,” Kitty grinned and started for the stairs. (y/n) followed her down, bags in hand.
They packed them into the trunk and shuffled into the backseat with Kitty, soon talking and giggling with one another. Awful nerves melted into true excitement, and suddenly going away for school didn’t seem too frightful anymore. Hank, who was on driving duty, raised an eyebrow at the chittering duo but turned back to listening to the radio as they all waited for Charles.
The ride to the mansion was long but Kitty took that time to ramble about the mansion and (y/n) chatted about their likes, of which they shared with Kitty. The tour of the mansion didn’t take long and in the end (y/n)’s dorm was two doors down from Kitty’s. They shared a lot of the same classes and ate lunch together. They held hands and laughed a lot.
No one could argue with this; that they were the perfect match.
