A/N: I JUST noticed I forgot my poor bb Peter for these things so he’s now added to the list
Also I can elaborate on any of these… I definitely already have NSFW posts for some of them
Requested by: Anonymous
Alex: He’s playful and sweet, with just a bit of roughness. He likes sex to be fun for the both of you. Romance and seriousness don’t come as often but he likes you to laugh and smile the whole time.
Charles: he’s the true romantic. Mood lighting, music, massages before hand… all of that. I also think he’s super big on cuddling after and teasing before
Erik: Romantic but rough is the best way to describe him. He likes to worship you but he also likes to show off a bit and put some real muscle into it.
Hank: He’s a generous lover that likes to pretend he’s gentle but he’s got a secret kink side. Just picture all the fun the two of you could have in his lab and with safe lab equipment
Kurt: I like to imagine that he tries gonna super romantic and sweet but he and you get giggly and the romantic atmosphere is ruined by the laughter the two of you share. Role play is cool for him. He can also last forever.
Logan: He tries to be romantic with you, but he’s more fueled by passion than by love and the two of you can be found doing the do in a lot of odd location based on how the mood strikes the two of you
Peter:Playful and fun but really needy. Honestly he’s just so smitten with you that he wants you at all times. A lot of quickies and him rubbing up against you and teasing you in public.
Scott: He’s Playful and just the slightest bit kinky. He likes to try wild things but will usually just have a routine and relax with you. He loves morning sex.
Warren: He’s rough as hell and emotions drive how he acts in bed. He’s kinky AF. Will get it on anywhere
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He grew up at a time when only thugs had tattoos, he has
warmed to yours however , as he sees how much you love them and understands
that they are an extension of you.
Eric
He’s not too keen on them, they tend to remind him of his
own unwilling tattoo and his time in the camps. He is slowly warming up to them
though, asking why you have each one.
Alex
He would love them, despite growing up at a time when they
were still frowned upon. He thought they were rebellious and sexy as hell.
Peter
He would add his own with marker pens, doodling on you while
you cuddled up together watching a film or listening to music.
Scott
He was curious about them, why do you have them? What do
they mean? Did it hurt?
Kurt
He grew up around people covered in tattoos at the circus,
so he wouldn’t be bothered by them. He would think of them as beautiful art. He
could look at them for hours, picking out all of the little details.
Jean
She’d like to run her fingers over them, especially after a
nightmare, it calmed you both down, knowing that it was just a dream and that
nothing had really changed.
Jubilee
She would adore them, if you have any black and grey work,
she would add colour with marker pens, and follow the lines with her fingers.
Ororo
Like Kurt she would see them as art, a beautiful
representation of you, forever inked into your skin.
Warren
He has tattoos on his face for crying out loud. Similar to
Alex he would find them sexy. He’d love seeing any tattoos that were usually
covered by your clothes, like they were just for you and him.
Charles: Charles loves many things about you. How you never talk about how he’s in a wheelchair. How you are always thinking about how to help him, or make him happy. And how he knows because you let him in and allow him to hear.
Logan: Logan loves that you are shorter than he is. Being only 5’3" himself, being able to kiss the top of your head and put an arm around your shoulder make him happy. Plus you are always there when he comes home which make him smile.
Erik: Erik enjoys playing chess. After his fallout with Charles he needed someone to play with, and that someone ended up being you. It’s quiet but it’s not boring. It’s such a simple thing, but the fact you were willing to is something he loves.
Kurt: Kurt love that you prefer him blue, tail and all. In fact when you first saw him when he wasn’t you didn’t talk to him. You friend is this dorky, blue and flirty guy. You clearly remember his face the first time you met. He was talking to Spyke and said “Chicks dig the fuzzy dude” and you shouted “You bet they do” from the other side of the yard.
Scott: Scott loves that you are independent. You are able to do all your work, have fun and work without hesistation or any complaint. He likes that he doesn’t have to take care of you like the others. Though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy taking care of you when you were sick. It annoyed you more that you had to be helped than the fact you were actually sick. It made him love you even more.
Sean: Sean doesn’t like to talk much. He’s not sure when he’ll blow something up so he talks as little as possible. But with you he doesn’t need to. You know what’s wrong and what he needs just by looking eachother in the eyes. It’s weird but comforting for him.
Peter: Peter likes that you don’t question the things he gives you anymore. If you did you’d never stop talking. It’s no secret that he is a kleptomaniac. But after a while you didn’t really care to ask anymore. He got you a Scottish Fold kitten for your birthday. You weren’t ever going to scold him again. You actually started crying and thanking him. He loves knowing that you aren’t materialistic though. You’d be happy just cuddling and watching movies. Though you would eat the junk food he’s already stolen.
Bobby: Bobby is a lot like Sean. Bobby loves that with you he’s just a person. There is no talk of being a mutant or powers. He’s just Bobby with you. He hasn’t ever been able to just relax and be himself because noone knew of his abilities. With you it’s different. If anything ever does happen and his powers act up you never run or get mad. You just wait for it to melt and clean it up. He couldn’t ask for anything more than that.
Charles – he’d
pull you into his lap and press your forehead to his, while sharing his plans
for your future together.
Eric- it would
take him a while to build himself up to ask you, after losing so many loved
ones. When you finally said yes, he gave you a watery grin and pulled you into his
chest.
Hank- you’d
dance, it started off as a cuddle but you just starting swaying slowly together.
Alex- he’d pick
you up, wrapping your legs around him.
Peter- he’d be
running up the walls, shouting through the mansion ‘they said yes! In your face
summers’ before returning to you to bundle you into a tight hug
Scott – he’d laugh in excitement and relief as he shakily slipped
the ring on your finger
Kurt- he’d give
you small kisses all over your face, so that he could make sure that it’s real,
all the while he’s grinning and crying and is just an absolute adorable little
mess.
Ororro- she’d
give you that sweet smile, before burying her face in the crook of your neck.
Warren- he’d
seal the deal with a smirk and a kiss
Jubilee – she’d
let out a little squeal before grabbing you into a bone crushing hug.
Sorry to the lovely anon who sent this who I lost the request for. I remember reading it and specifically wanting to write it too!
You had a sudden craving to bake and baking took priority over time. Even if it was just after 4am. Especially if it was just after 4am. Charles lay asleep in the bed beside you, his head rested delicately on the pillow and his eyes closed. You slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him and tiptoed down to the kitchen.
After five minutes of painfully silent baking, you decided to put music on. So you did, dancing along as you stirred the bowl of sugar and other ingredients.
Charles woke with a headache, so decided to go and get water. He was too tired to notice the bed was empty and groggily stumbled down to the kitchen. As he neared, he heard music. Puzzled, and slightly more awake, he recognised it as your favourite song. He entered the kitchen, but stopped in the doorway, a smile appearing on his lips. He chuckled quietly, watching as your gentle swaying turned into energetic dancing as you whisked something in a bowl. He leaned against the doorframe, biting his lip to keep from alerting you to his presence with his laughter.
A figure came to stand beside him. Erik’s face showed a completely confused, face as he watched you, dancing and baking at 5 in the morning.
Charles grinned, motioning for Erik to not say anything too loud.
“What the heck is she doing? It’s 5am!” Erik hissed, glancing at you to make sure you hadn’t heard.
Smiling as he watched you, Charles whispered under his breath “I believe she’s dancing and baking.”
“Her music woke me up.” Erik grumbled.
Charles laughed, quietly and at that moment, you turned around, spinning with the bowl. Your hair flipped over your shoulder as you stopped abrubtly to face them and your mouth dropped open slightly.
Erik waved a hand in greeting, “Morning. Sort of.”
You quickly put the bowl on the counter before you dropped it.
“How long have you been there?” You asked.
“Since your music woke me up.” Erik grumbled, using the metal spoon to press the ‘off’ button on the stereo. With that, he left to go back to bed, merely grunting at your apology.
Charles was in a fit of laughter, so he pulled you into a hug, resting his head on top of yours.
“You’re adorable.” He mumbled, rubbing your back gently.
It was your turn to laugh.
“No, really. 5am baking? I love you.” Charles said, pulling away.
You pressed your lips to his, feeling his smile. It was good to see him smile.
“What are you baking?”
“Chocolate chip cookies.” You grinned.
“Brilliant. Can I help?”
“Of course.” You took his hand, leading him over to the counter and turning on the music again, just a bit quieter than before.
And together, yourself and Charles danced and did 5am baking.
Prompt:
Could I request a Charles Xavier thingy where he’s still on that serum stuff
and he’s due for a dose but you convince him not to and comfort him as he
cries??
Note:
This is hella cute omg. Charrrlessss.
Warnings:
Crying Charles, Make-out session
It was a warm evening that you and Charles
were entangled on his couch, your lips on his, and his hands all over you. It
was blissful, a storm of passion. But it was interrupted by an alarm of some
sort. You stopped moving, and instead rested your head on his chest. He ran his
fingers through your hair, stopping to breath.
“What’s the alarm for?” you asked. He sighed
and started to sit up.
“My medication,” he replied, standing up from
the couch to go get another treatment.
“Charles…” you spoke softly. You were a
mutant too. You understood. And losing his legs couldn’t be easy, but if you
had powers like his, you wouldn’t trade them for anything. It had taken you years to come to terms with his powers,
and here he was throwing them out for the ability to walk.
“You know I have to do this, (Y/N),” he
sighed, pulling a syringe full of the green-yellow serum out of his gear.
“But you don’t have to,” You told him,
pulling your hair back up into a ponytail. When you were done, you lit the tip
of your finger with a tiny flame and tended to the fire in the fireplace. “You
helped me learn to use my powers. I can help you ease back into yours.”
“I can’t go back. I’m too far gone,” He shook
his head, sighing. “I can’t. The pain. The voices…”
“Please Charles,” you pleaded, looking into
his eyes. “You and I both know there’s a battle coming. We need you at your
best if we’re going to stand a chance.”
“You’re not clairvoyant,” Charles replied.
“No, but Hank and I have been talking…”
“So you have
been talking,”
“Hank is smarter than you and I combined. We
can’t ignore the facts, Charles. There’s a fight coming and we need you.”
“I can’t fight the pain, (Y/N),” he shook his
head, looking away. “You don’t understand.”
“Maybe I don’t. But I’m here for you. You
have me. I’ll help you through it, no matter how difficult it makes things. I
promise.”
“I…”
“Charles,” You walked forward and rested your
hand on his, pushing it to the table and forcing him to put down the syringe. “Look
at me,” He hesitantly obeyed, meeting your eyes. His began to water, welling
with tears.
“Please don’t leave me,” He stepped forward,
his legs wobbling and unstable. He stumbled into your arms. You dragged him to
the couch and pulled him on top of you. He cried as his legs lost all feeling.
“Shhhh,” You shushed him gently, stroking his
head. “It’s okay. I’m here. You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone.”
“It hurts,” he whispered, the pain obvious in
his voice. He shook with sobs, gripping you tightly and burying his face in
your chest.
“I know,” You tried to sooth him. “But I’m
here. Always.”
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