A/N: So this was requested by someone, they wanted some Mystique-as-reader-self-experimentation-stuff and this is what I came up with! I hope you all like it (:
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“Y/N? Y/N! Wake up, love!”
“… Huh?” You murmur, being pulled from your daydream.
“You were a million miles away.”
You looked up to see Mystique standing on the other side of the kitchen counter, which you had been leaning on for God knows how long, staring absentmindedly at nothingness.“Sorry.” You grinned sheepishly, “I was just thinking.”
“About what?” She asked, walking to the other side of the counter, running her blue fingers along the countertop as she went.
“Have you ever wondered what it would be like to kiss yourself?” Shit. Did you actually just say that out loud?!
“Why?” She smirked. Her skin rippled, and suddenly you were looking at an identical copy of yourself, “Is that your version of a pick-up line?”
“I didn’t- I mean, I wanted – I-I should-” you stuttered.
“Shhhhhhh, baby girl.” Mistique muttered, placing a finger on your lips to silence you, “No more talking.”
Without warning her lips were on yours, the sudden warmth making you gasp. Mistique took this opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth, her lips moving agonisingly slow. The lips that you soon realised felt remarkably like your own
You sat back in the tall chair next to the counter, and pulled the shapeshifter into your lap, her legs dangling over either side. As you did, you couldn’t help but realise how strange it felt to be touching someone that felt exactly like yourself.
Her hands raked over your torso, fingernails scratching into your lower back and up your sides, causing you to groan in response. You momentarily opened your eyes in time to see Mystique’s skin ripple, as her eyes returned to their normal yellow hue and she turned blue once more. She was smiling, but in her eyes you could tell she was worried you would push her off now she’d returned to her true form.
Your first instinct was to grab her by the butt and pull her closer, impossible close, until all planes of your bodies were touching, as if you were about to mould together into one being. Your body temperature was slowly rising, and you couldn’t tell if this was because of the proximity of the other woman and her body temperature or because the situation was growing figuratively more and more heated by the second.
“There is one inaccuracy when you’re imitating me.” You whispered into her lips, then peppering them with feather light kisses.
“And what’s that?” She asked.
“You’re a better kisser.” You grinned, reconnecting your lips in a short, but sweeter kiss. “Besides, I prefer you in your natural form.”
Who knew that blue had always been your favourite colour?
Mystique x Reader Imagine
Published
Toad's Cave 