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Mafiaboss!Simon, who is a complete asshole to any and every damn one.

Mafiaboss!Simon when he gets absolutely starstruck for once in his life when he realizes the person he had a meeting for deals with was a woman and not a man.

Mafiaboss!Simon getting flustered under his balaclava and his men KNOW it, but you don't.

Mafiaboss!Simon just agreeing to whatever you say unless it's specifics cause he just can't find it in himself to say no.

Mafiaboss!Simon hating himself for thinking of taking you home and doing everything. Sex, cooking, movies. It don't matter. If it's you, he wants it.

Mafiaboss!Simon being crazy respectful, "Ma'am", "Miss", "Mrs. Y/N".

Mafiaboss!Simon going home afterwards to fuck his fist while whimpering your name like a bitch.

Mafiaboss!Simon not having the guts to ask you out till weeks later

Mafiaboss!Simon being absolutely rocked when you both agree to go to his home for the night, and you weren't afraid to fuck him silly.

Mafiaboss!Simon babbling in his thick accent about how good you feel, how pretty you are, and how much of a good mama you'd be to his kids. He didn't mean to say it. But hey? A kink you can use to your advantage for sure.

Y/N: [watching a video of someone getting dumped at the altar]

Y/N: What the fuck?

Ghost:

Y/N: [the bride accepts getting dumped gracefully, just shedding some tears]

Y/N: Such an elegant, beautiful woman. Nobody deserves this. My heart breaks for her...

Y/N: Couldn't be me

Y/N: The way I'd be swinging so fucking fast—

Ghost: [smiles and nods]

Y/N: [bride keeps crying]

Y/N: No, because I'd immediately jump the fucker, bite his skin off, dislocate his jaw, kick him in the ribs a few times—

Ghost: [stares in heart emoji]

Y/N: Definitely would kick him in the dick too. Oh, and his balls? Would fully castrate him by the time I'm done stepping on them.

Ghost: 'Ere ya go. [hands Y/N a ring]

Y/N: [ignores the ring, keeps ranting]

Y/N: No, for real, he'd vomit his own piss and cum for a month.

Ghost: [gets on one knee]

Ghost: Marry me.

Y/N: To end it all, I'd spit in his mouth.

Ghost: MARRY ME RIGHT FOOKEN NOW—

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him kissing the soft spot between your neck and shoulders as he's buried deep in you, murmuring how much he loves you and that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you

The Boys Season 3 bloopers are finally here! 🎉🥳🎊

Maeve : even our friends don't want us around

Homelander : Starlight's not my friend, I only tolerate A-Train, no one likes Deep and Noir's basically a pet

Deep : are you guys gonna let him say that nobody likes me?

the rest of the seven : 👨🏼‍🦯

Mickey milkovich x M!Reader

◇Car sex

◇Mickey tops for once, reader rides him

◇Sex with plot?

Mickey did not want to be here at this shitty party his sister was throwing. He only came here cause you said you'd be here, and he might've also been feeling a hit possessive with the fact that you said Mandy was trying to find your ass a man.

You looked hot, and Ian teasing his ass wasn't helping. "Jesus, Mick. Keep staring and I won't be able to tell who's drooling. Your mouth or your dick." The remarks got Ian a harsh shove from Ian

"Oh fuck off, Gallagher."

Meanwhile, you were only here in an attempt to hope Mickey would finally be open about liking you. It's not like you didn't know. The staring, the fact that he was okay with you occasionally touching him where he'd hit or shove others off from it. His sister seen it, Ian seen it, and so did you. Unfortunately for Mick and his stubborn ass, refused too.

"Just go, dipshit." Ian shoved him a little. They might've been exes, but they were close. "Yeah..yeah.." Mickey sighed before actually getting the balls to go up to you.

You smiled as he finally stood beside you, "Hey, Cariño. Been waiting for you." Mickey's heart skipped a beat as you called him cariño again. Thats all you've ever called him, and you also refused to tell him what it meant. It was like a jolt of electricity shooting through him every time you used that term of endearment.

He cleared his throat, trying to keep a cool exterior. "Yeah? Been waiting for me?" He responded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah. I'm gay, but not gay enough to listen to your sister and her girls about matching panties." You remarked, which made both of you laughed. "Yeah, that doesn't sound fun at all." Mickey agreed. "You have much to drink?" Mick asked, trying to act nonchalant, but deep down he might be a rain drop of worried. "This is my first, and probably only." You smiled at him, and he nodded a flash of relief in his eyes.

"Tryna stay sober or some?" He only asked to keep this weak ass conversation going, so you obliged "More like I want to remember tonight and not hookup with a random person."

Mickey's smirk faltered for a moment as he heard your words. The idea of you going home with someone else was something he didn't want to think about, but he tried to keep his cool and not show any signs of jealousy. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "So you don't plan on hooking up with anyone tonight?"

You nodded, agreeing with his words. "I might live in the SouthSide, but I'm not the Southside." Which he didn't understand but wasn't going to ask. You also added, "Don't really like hookups, or flings. I just don't like it."

Which he was kinda surprised by. It was the SouthSide, if your friends hadn't all slept with the same person, it wasn't the southside. So what made you different? You were a pretty boy. Kept hair, decent clothes. "So if you don't hookup or one nights, what the fuck do you do?" Mickey asked. "Uh committed relationships." You laughed. "Oh." Was all he could manage to get out his mouth. He wasn't the type for relationships..nit committed ones...but maybe?

"Huh. Committed relationships?" He repeated after sipping his beer. You smiled, "Yeah, Cariño."

He groaned, "You're killing me with that god damn nickname." You smirked, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Mickey smirked, his face only inches away from yours. He was close enough to feel your breath on his face. His heart was pounding faster and faster with each passing second, and his mind was racing with thoughts of how badly he wanted to just kiss you right then and there. If you both ever had a moment that yall connected, it was now "Car?" You both ask at the same time and laughed.

Soon, you were dragging the sweet but asshole of a man out to your car in the street. "Nice ass, papí." You swatted one of his Jean covered asscheeks as he went into the back of your car first. "Don't call me that, dipshit." He groaned, already having his pants tight, and you calling him daddy in Spanish was not helping.

You huffed, going into your glove box for lube, cause dry anal hurt. We all know that. Once you got into the back of the car, both of yall were rushing to get at least pants and boxers off. You waisted no time to straddle his lap, and coat his strained cock in lube to take into you. You both moaned out, Mickeys hands gripping your hips to help you sink down better and yours at his shoulders. You rolled your hips, grunting at the pain and pleasure. Mickey was panting, being the typical ass of not making noise besides the soft puffs of hair or barely audible groans. Asshole.

You, thank god, found a good rhythm as you rode Mickeys cock, one of his hands wrapping around your throat which cause your eyes to roll back, "Oh papí. Your cock feels so damn good."

The compliment made his gently squeeze your throat, "Say it again. Keep saying it."

"Yes, papí." You whined, grinding your hips down before going back to bouncing. Your movements and repetition of calling him daddy in Spanish was getting his vocal aspect to come out, and damn did you relish in it. It was all too much, he was losing his god damn mind. Mickey was so unbelievably overwhelmed by you, all he wanted was more, more of you, more of this feeling. He couldn't form words anymore, all he could do was pant and moan, each curse word that escaped his lips was like a prayer.

He leaned forward, smashing his lips against yours, the kiss was desperate and rough, full of need. You were the only thing on his mind, you were the only thing he needed. You were his lifeline, the air he needed to breathe, the water he needed to stay alive. Without you, he was nothing. He was drowning, but the sweet embrace of you gave him the breath he needed to keep standing. You moaned against his lips, "Fuck, papí. I'm close."

"God...me too." He managed to gasp out, his hips bucking involuntarily to meet your movements. He was on the edge, hanging by a thread, but god he didn't want this to end. Unfortunately neither of you could warn eachother when your orgasms hit, yours going over his and your own shirt, his going deep into you. The sight of you, the sound of your moans, it drove him crazy, and he was completely lost in the moment. He was panting, trying to catch his breath, his body trembling as he came down from the high. He looked at you with a mixture of amazement and awe, still trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

Sadly, the sirens and lights if cop cars ended that bliss a little too fast.

"Fuck!" Both of you groaned.

Mickey milkovich x M!Reader

♤Public Sex

♤Mick bottoms as usual ♡

♤ Pretty sure this is sex with no plot. It's just smut 🤷

**Border by @kodaswrld, I did repost it as well ♡**

You two shouldn't be doing this. At all. But him rising your cock was too good, even if you didn't imagine fucking him for the first time to be in yalls school bathroom.

Whatever. YOLO...right? This all started cause Mick drug your ass into a stall, honestly you assumed he was gonna beat your ass to hell. God, were you wrong. You clamped your hand over his mouth as he did yours, not wanting to get caught by anyone, let alone get indecent exposure on yalls records. You moaned softly against his hand as his other one dug his nails into your clothed shoulder. Based on his eyes, he was fuckong loving what he was getting done.

But don't think cause he was riding, meant he was top, he was only like this cause you told him thar you wanted to watch his face as he deteriorated in pleasure from your cock bullying his ass. Each movement was pushing you both closer and closer to the edge, and Mickey couldn't hold back any longer. He let out a stifled moan, his hand pressing harder over your mouth, biting into your hand, trying to keep himself from making too much noise.

Mickey could feel the heat building between you two, the intensity of sensation was overwhelming, and he knew he was getting close. He dug his nails into your shoulders, silently urging you to keep going, to take him over the edge. Thankfully, you could read ques. You took your hand out his mouth and grabbed his other hip, helping to give him some relief from being the one to move so much. Which rewarded you with a unbridled moan from him, his hips starting to move jerky and you could see how close he was.

Mick gripped your shoulders, probably biting his tounge so he didn't moan out anymore than he has. "Fuckin hell...im close." He ground out.

Mickey was getting lost in the sensations, feeling himself approaching the edge. He couldn't hold back anymore; he needed to release the pressure that was building up inside him.

"I'm gonna..."

He couldn't even finish the sentence, the words were lost in a shuddering moan. He bit down on his lip, his grip on your shoulders tightening as the waves of pleasure overtook.

Gladly, his undoing was yours and you filled him with hot come. Thank god yall didn't care about the condoms, honestly you reveled in the idea of him walking around with your cum leaking out the rest of the day.

Both of yalls' hearts were still racing, and Mick felt like his chest was going to explode. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this way, this vulnerable, this weak, but it was you, making him feel this way.

Mickey looked down at you, still catching his breath, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in your features, your flushed cheeks, the sweat on your forehead, the way your eyes were slightly glazed over with pleasure. He'd never felt this way before, and...he wasn't sure if he'd ever want it to end.

You smiled up at him, "So uh...want to come over for dinner?", already knowing he'd go back to being a brat.

"Fuck you. I ain't some bitch to prance around." Mickey huffed and you laughed "I just did fuck you.", kissing his forehead yall got cleaned up and dressed.

"Whatever. See you at six." He grunted before leaving you in the bathroom.

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Twilight coded. Especially the scene where they touch hands in his car and she gasps like she lost something and says he's freezing 🥶

having poor circulation is great because people will touch your hand and go 'oh! you're so cold!' and for a moment you get to experience what it's like to be a vampire in a romance novel

Seth HQs with a S/O that's FTM ♡♡

● Loves helping you put on binding tape if you can't do your back right

● Will totally come workout with you to help those gains as well as foods that help burn the fat in the feminine areas

● Freaked out the first time he walked in on you doing the Tshot, poor thing you were doing drugs and was scolding you till you told/explained it was Testosterone

● Due to Rez life, you did have to explain what being transgender meant and what you were doing/the surgeries to come

● Still sees you as a man cause what the hell would that change anything?

● Due to bottom growth, and you probably being his first partner, he didn't question it cause 'I figured all people with a TouchPad had that (swollen(?) Clit)'

[I have no clue what you'd call BT in specific places, please correct me if I'm wrong]

● Yes, he calls it a TouchPad mostly so he doesn't offend you or fears he'll trigger your dysphoria.

● Makes sure to correct the pack, the boys often go by what the smell is, and unfortunately hormones label you as a female. Thankfully, the pack learns after a few snaps and being explained things by Seth

● When your binding limit is up, he'll give you his hoodie so your chest isn't on display, which is his way of helping the dysphoria

● Will totally use whatever hole you ask, but definitely has a breeding kink. So there's a bunch of 'my pups' 'stuffing you with my litter' 'so pretty when you're round with my kids'

● Does he let you peg him? Yes. The first time was a bit different, and a lot of god damn lube was used, but there are times he asks before you even think about it. Nothing special, just a simple 5/6 inch dildo on a strap.

● He didn't think he had come faster in his life the first time you did peg him

● Gets ecstatic when you do end up pregnant. All he can talk about is how yall are gonna he dad's.

● Corrects the pack even more due to your hormones being elevated in the fem way due to being a preggo little thing.

● Always, Always compliments you, even before you got pregnant. 'So handsome' 'My sweet boy' 'My man'

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Black Noir x Y/N

Silent!Noir besides a few pants and moans ofc

Needy!Noir, Morning Sex, You riding the sweet man, PinA, Not safe sex, creampie

Mornings like these barely occurred between the two of you, he always preferred at night since he didn't like you to see his face.

But the way he nearly begged you without words, last night's mission must've put him through a lot.

So here you were, riding your silent boyfriends thick cock like you had no damn tomorrow. His mask off, showing his scarred face, but he'd never not be pretty to you. His soft, barely audible whimpers and gasps had you ready to cum all over his stomach.

You always loved how he looked outside the suit. Lean but had a small barely seen tummy that you loved nibbling on. V-lines that made you drool. He kept himself trimmed, and God damn a 7 inch dick made the sex appeal even better.

Your small daydream got cut short when his hands touched your body. One at your thigh, the other at your hip. The friction making his tip brush your prostate

"Right there, baby." You moaned, arching your back. His soft pants and the way his nails were gripping you, he was close. "Come for me, handsome man. My sweet- oh fuck!"

Your words get cut off by him filling your ass up with hot cum, and before you could continue to ride, he grabbed your throat, knowing just how much you loved a little lack of oxygen. You choked out moans, riding harder till your cock spilled all over his soft tummy and chest. You rode your high out and didn't even have time to relax before he was flipping yall over and pressing your knees to your chest.

"Wait, baby, I'm not even hard yet." You whined and he shut you up with a rough kiss as he kept pounding into you. Yeah, your coworkers would be asking what's up your ass later due to limping.

Paul Lahote HQs

♤ This man loves him some curves. He doesn't want no skinny twig. He wants him a chubby pillow princess (idc who argues with me)

♤ Loves feeling your thighs squish under his hands, this includes tummy.

♤ Strechmarks? This boys drooling and not taking his eyes away

♤ LOVES the fact that he'd be stronger and can lift you up

♤ Instead of reassuring that he loves your curves, he'd just fuck you till you say your pretty. "That's it pretty girl, take the cock you were made for."

♤ He's a munch, I'm sorry. He loves getting between those fluffy thighs and eating till you're trying to wiggle away.

♤ Totally will grope your thighs, biting them as he pleases you.

♤ Isn't the best with his emotions due to his childhood, but he's definitely a lot softer with you. At least he tries to be so he doesn't hurt you.

♤ God forbid you get pregnant. He'll be drooling over you even more. Whispering to the baby when he thinks you're asleep. Massaging the tummy.

♤ I feel like he's the type to have a bunch of photos of you that you had no clue he has. Not stalker, but moments between you two that he has.

♤ Baby, he gives no fucks how you keep your hair in intimate places. Trimmed? Hot. Bush? Hot. None? Hot.

♤ Loves your smell. Any smell, doesn't care.

Kurt Wagner x Male reader, Smut ♡

MDNI 🔞 🔞

You both were unable to sleep, and being roommates didn't help either.

"We could play poker...or strip poker." Kurt's German accent brought you out of whatever daydream you were having. You smirked at Kurt, "Kurt, if you wanted to see under my clothes all you had to do was ask."

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped you as his cheeks turned that sweet purple. You smirked, darting my tongue between my teeth, "What's wrong, baby blue? Not used to someone being so forward?"

Kurt swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on your lips as your tongue darted out. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to maintain his composure, but your words and actions were chipping away at his restraint. "No, I can't say I'm used to someone being so...direct," he admitted, his voice growing huskier. "But damn, if it doesn't make me want you even more."

"Then show me what you got, baby blue." You challenged, which made him throw the playing card deck on his bed and pounce on you. You loved seeing the blue German demon on you, so you kissed him. Kurt's self-control snapped at the feel of your lips against his. He returned the kiss with a hunger, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth. He shifted his body, grinding against yours, his arousal blatantly obvious. He kissed you like a man possessed, desperate to taste and claim every part of you. His hands roamed your body, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his touch.

Kurt's tail wagged and twitched, betraying his excitement, as he kissed down your neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin there. His hands slid under your tank top, his fingers tracing your stomach, leaving a trail of fiery warmth on your skin.

When he felt you grab his hips, he couldn't help but let out a low moan, pressing himself against you even more. He was already lost in the sensations, consumed by desire and need. "I need you," he gasped out, as he broke the kiss, his breaths coming in ragged bursts. "All of you." His fingers hooked into the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging at them, wanting to remove any barriers between you both.

Who knew a simple challenge would have the man riding your cock like the world was ending. "Dammit, Blue. You feel like heave." You groaned, rolling your hips up a little. Kurt's words spilled out in a mix of English and German, his language reduced to a series of broken phrases and curses. "Scheiße, du fühlst dich so verdammt gut an. Ich kann nicht genug von dir bekommen." ("Damn, you feel so damn good. I can't get enough of you."). His movements grew more erratic, his body desperate for release. "Bitte, sweetheart, ich brauche es jetzt." ("Please, sweetheart, I need it now.")

You had no clue what the hell this man was spewing but damn if you weren't gonna fuck him senseless. You panted, one hand gripping his hip and the other at his blue furred thigh as you rocked upwards, hitting that sweet, sweet spot in his ass. Kurt's body trembled as you rocked upwards, and he let out a guttural moan at the sensations coursing through him. "Yes," he gasped out, his voice ragged. "That's it. Don't stop."He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his breaths coming in ragged bursts as he rode you with increasing desperation.

"You're gonna make me lose control," he warned, his voice rough with lust. Kurt let out a strangled moan as you kept hitting his g-spot, his body trembling with need. "Yes, sweetheart," he gasped out, his words barely intelligible. His body began to shake more violently, and his head fell to rest against your shoulder, his breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. "I'm close," he panted, his voice cracking. "I'm so close."

Your hands moved to cupping and gripping his ass as you made the man bounce on your leaking cock, "That's it, baby. Take my cock." You groaned.

"Oh yes," he moaned, the sounds coming from him almost feral. "Harder," he pleaded, his body moving in sync with your grip. His tail was wagging feverishly, and his head dropped back, his eyes closed as he lost himself completely in the sensations. "Don't stop."

"Oh I'm not. I ain't stopping till I see that pretty face as it comes." You panted up at him. "Just a little more, sweetheart." His words were a broken plea, his body trembling with the effort it took to hold back. "Please, I can't hold on much longer. I need to come. Please." He was hanging on by a thread, his body coiled so tight with tension that he seemed ready to snap at any moment. As you kept a firm grip as you made him bounce, the sensations were his undoing. He let out a guttural moan, his breath catching in his throat. "Oh god, sweetheart, I'm coming," he choked out, and you agreed "Me too, baby. Gonna..."

You couldn't even finish as you both came. His cum painting your stomach as yours painted his walls. You both came down from your highs, whispering sweet words and eventually falling asleep with his body covering yours.

I love this so fuckin much omfg, I love Kurt 😭😭💕

Kinktober day 5

Kurt Wagner + Uniform Kink

Priest Kurt :3 Also talks of religious trauma.I know religious imagery hates to see me comin. Readers a visible mutant, inspired somewhat by Killer croc. Readers 8ft tall.

I know very little about catholic priests, the area I grew up was Lutheran. This also takes place at some point on Krakoa. This ended up being more story driven honestly, but I had fun writing it anyways. Not proofread, because I cant be bothered.

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You had a strained relationship with religion, even if your entire family had been true to the faith. You may have been too, years ago, before your mutation manifested. Back when you had been nothing but their darling son, their gift from whatever god they worshipped, after so many years of trying. The gift just seemed giving, as your parents had more kids after you, giving you siblings.

You didn’t have many good memories with them. You got to hold the first two that were born, even play with them, but then your mutation started. It started out as patches of dry skin, something that could be treated with thick ointments and long baths. They’d thought it was a skin disease back then, and it had been winter, so it was all blamed on the dry weather.

It was harder to deny when the scales started appearing, and when you woke up to your gums bleeding from your new teeth growing in. your sobbing had awoken your mother, who had screamed bloody murder when she saw you. There weren’t many memories of that night, or the next couple of years at that. The human mind worked in strange ways, and yours decided to supress that part of your childhood.

All you remembered were flashes of coldness, of being locked away in what could only have been the basement. Of the churches priests and whoever else they thought might “cure” you of your “disease”. You remembered your father yelling about what he must have done wrong to gain a demon like you as his child. You remembered the quiet whispers in the kitchen at night, that you only were able to hear because of your enchanted senses.

You remember how your mother whispered to your aunt, that this was her fault. That you were the result of an affair, so this had to be God punishing her for her sins. You heard how more siblings were born, how they were told to stay away from the basement no matter what, and punished hard if they even went near it. There wasn’t much entertainment down there, your so-called parents only leaving you with religious texts and whatever else they thought might “save” you.

There was no want inside you to get out, even after what must have been years. Your mutation meant you barely needed to eat, to drink, or sleep. Most of your time was simply spent, listening to your family. Because of that, you learned the same things your siblings did because they needed help with homework, or you got to keep up with the news on the radio. You had accepted it.

It was only when one of your youngest siblings discovered you that it all crumbled. She was young, as small as you had been the day your dry skin started appearing. You knew her name, having heard your mother sing her praises because she had always wanted a daughter. And she wasn’t afraid of you. She spoke to you, sitting with her knees tucked under her chin, telling you about mass, about how God would love you anyways, even if you looked different, because he loved everyone.

But the good never lasts, and she was discovered by your not so shared father, and she was punished. Her screaming awoke something deep and feral inside you, a hatred you had never tapped into. Something that had you tearing your chains like they were made of sugar, your claws drawing deep gouges in the walls as you wrenched your way upstairs. The door split like paper under your giant clawed, scaley hand, the hand of a monster, a demon.

The noise you let out was like that of the demons of hell, something deep, snarling and terrifying. Your mother and fathers’ eyes widened in terror, your brothers, the two you got to hold, were terrified. The siblings that never knew you existed wet themselves or started crying in terror. And your sister. Your sweet. kind sister, was a curled-up bleeding ball on the floor, and yet she still smiled at you.

None of the family dared move as you picked her up, she was so small she fit in one of your giant clawed hands. You had never realized how big you were, but as you stared down at your parents with such hatred, it truly sank in. your father who had always seemed so big, as if he were God himself, trembled like a leaf because of you.

They didn’t stop you as you left, tearing the front door of its hinges with nothing but a small nudge, leaving it split in two in the front yard. It was night, and it was one of those white picket fence neighbourhoods, where you preached Gods love, but ignored how the neighbour beat their children bloody.

Having your sister die in your arms was what broke you, for a long time. You weren’t older than 20 at the time, you at least thought that was your age. And yet, you stood taller than any human man, broader and strong enough to tear buildings apart. And still you couldn’t save her. you wanted to rampage, to kill and destroy everyone and everything. But you knew your sister loved this place, even after they mistreated her so. So in the end you buried her somewhere nice, and left.

The brotherhood of mutants wasn’t a choice you thought much about taking. You were no hero, and by the time you learned about the x-men, there was already way too much blood on your hands and in your teeth. That was where you met Kurt, on the battlefield. At that point he was just an enemy, someone you could turn that deep burning rage against. Feed that blood thirsty demon in your chest, to make it quiet for a little while once more.

It took you years to learn more than that they were enemies, the x-men. Your pain must have been written on your face from the very start, even The Wolverine seemed to have a semblance of worry for you. But you didn’t care, you just needed to hurt somebody, and it was easy to run in the direction you were given and lose yourself to your demons.

There were times you would pray, times when you were alone and hurting more than normal. But it never felt like God answered. And why would he. You were a monster put on this earth to punish your mother for her sins, her very sins woven deep into your very being and fuelling you.

At some point you left the brotherhood. Even that wasn’t enough anymore to quiet your demons and pain. It had been years at that point, and Nightcrawler was still just an enemy who’d grown from a small annoying pipsqueak to a slightly bigger but even more annoying pipsqueak. That very furry blue elf had a knack for finding you, wherever you went.

Most of the time you assumed he wanted to fight, but Nightcrawler, Kurt, would just sit by you in his own contemplating silence. At times he talked, other times he was silent. Sometimes he sat close beside you, sometimes meters away. Him talking about his faith made your heart race, but knowing he too experienced pain because of his appearance helped, somewhat.

Time still passed, you still weren’t a good person. The x-men and mutant-kind settled down on Krakoa. You did not, at least not for a long time. You had settled down far away from everything, somewhere with a nice deep lake where you could sink to the bottom, and imagine you were in purgatory because you never thought you would go to heaven.

Of all people to drag you to Krakoa, you had never imagined it would be The Wolverine, Logan. He gave some big spiel about hating yourself ruining it all for you, trust him, he knew. At that point in your life, you didn’t care much, nothing mattered and everything was just a blur, the demon in your chest dormant and worthless.

Krakoa was nice, people even treated you kindly even after your time with the brotherhood. Your suffering must have been so obvious for them to just accept you with such open arms, thinking about it made you cringe. Kurt was still nice. He was older, had the starts of a moustache, and the garb of a priest.

Seeing the outfit made your pupils sharpen and your heart lurch, some deeply ingrained animal reaction. Hearing about the faith he ran, smoothed down some of your sharp scales, something that yes, had its roots in Catholicism, but was so much more accepting and kinder. The thought of being part of it made your mouth sour, but there was also no pressure from anywhere to join.

You and Kurt grew closer, over time. It was a slow and careful path, all your relationships on this island were. But Kurt was special, in the way he smiled, the way he smelled, the way you became so comfortable in his presence that he could sit on your shoulders. And the way you both grew so close, that it didn’t even fell like sin when he kissed you.

Kissing Kurt must have been what Adam and Eve felt when biting the apple, tempted by the snake to break the one rule they were given to follow. And yet, like Adam and Eve, you broke that rule anyways. Kurts’s fur wasn’t long, but it was soft to the touch, some areas longer than others and carrying a natural curl. The scent of sulphur and the incense he would use in his thurible, became what put the demon inside you to rest, for good.

And maybe Kurt was pavloving you a little. It wasn’t on purpose, you think. He would simply regularly wear his priest outfit, his alb, his chasuble, his stole and amice. And he would kiss you and taste like ambrosia, like something worth sinning for. Kurt would smell and taste so divine, and would touch you so lovingly. At times you were scared to touch, fearing you would hurt him too, but even then, Kurt taught you to trust yourself.

So, who could you truly blame for getting heated, whenever you got to watch Kurt dress himself. You didn’t have a tail like he did, but you did bury yourself in your giant shared bed and rumble deep in your chest like the reptile you shared features with. It seemed so sinful and sensual, even if it truly wasn’t his intention. To see how carefully Kurt draped fabric over his body, or how his tail would flick and make the light fabrics flutter. It made a whole never demon inside you yearn.

You didn’t want to dirty his outfit, shaming yourself for even thinking it. How sinful, how evil, how demonic. But it was yet another thing you sucked at hiding, to the point where the other x-men, your friends now, started making jokes that you churred whenever Kurt would flutter by in it.

You denied it, of course, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. And that didn’t mean Kurt hadn’t planned out how to give you what you both wanted. Which was how you found yourself laying back against your many pillows, Kurt in nothing but his alb and prayer beads in your lap, his three fingered hands against your chest.

It still felt so terrifying to indulge in those wants, even as you dug your claws into the bed as Kurt so slowly rode you, his hips moving at a pace that had your toes curling. Anything he did would have most likely had that reaction, but his soft accented voice cooing loving words at you, only served to leave you feeling more melted on the insides.

It was embarrassing how fast you finished. But who could blame you. You never had much experience, hell, you could count on two hands how many times you had ever touched yourself. It was no surprise you would cum so quickly, Kurts’s tail thrashing from side to side as he was filled more than he imagined possible.

His kisses were still just as sweet, as he worked himself over the edge too, dirtying his alb and your scaley stomach. This moment, Kurts’s act of dirtying his uniform himself, seemed to have been the only sign you needed, after that it was free game. He was the apple and the snake at the same time, packaged in blue fur and yellow eyes, his tail curling in coy ways only you knew how to read.

Kurt could never hate it, instead almost preening with pride as you finally let yourself indulge. Fucking him on the altar was a fantasy he had carried for a while, and when you finally did it the blue furred mutant almost passed out from how hard he finished, having to dig his fangs into his stole to keep from wailing at the intensity.

You would never step foot back into religion again, never to the extent where you could call yourself someone of faith, and Kurt would never force you. But you did end up going to Kurts services, on rare occasions, but that was more because you were excited for what would happen afterwards, after everyone else left. There was a demon in your chest, born from your family’s sins, fed by your own and nurtured to destroy. But Kurt tamed it, brushed its fur and held it close. There was a demon, and it was his.

Hey! I have a c.ai account, it's not much, but 🤷 tbh this helps my writers block, no I don't use what the bot says for material, but it gives me good ideas!

It's mostly bots that are Make your own plot, I'm JUST NOW getting into making my own prompts for them 😅🥴 so...yeah.

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I don’t think the main goal is mass deportation. I’m at work rn and will elaborate.

Seth Clearwater Headcannons!

MLM, Seth x male reader/character. Over general; Friends, Partners (Human, Shifter, and Vampire), when his imprint occurs, showing you he's a Shifter (If you/character are human)

Friends

Definitely a bubbly, happy boy/man when y'all meet whether it's in town, on the Res, or in the woods.

A lot friendlier to you before Leah, eventually she'll just accept that you're around her little brother.

Always taking you on adventures. Whether that's cliff jumping, hiking, or just hanging out with you.

If you lived on the Res, he'd definitely help you with homework, studying, have lunch with you, and showing you around (The pack would tease him for being a lovesick puppy before he even knew he had feelings for you)

Weekends were filled with movie nights, beach hangouts, bonfires. Even if you were a vamp, the pack would slowly welcome you since Sethy boy was infatuated (even if he refused to admit it)

His Imprint on you

The day it finally happens, its probably during a hike or a bonfire.

He totally has no clue what to do about it, and the pack doesn't help with the teasing.

He was around you even more afterwards unless he had pack business to do.

Poor boy got awkward a lot, especially if you two were at the Res, cause his thoughts weren't allowed privacy since the others could hear it.

Wasn't the type to get jealous, but protective? You can hang it up if you were being reckless, vamp, human, or another shifter

If you were a Shifter, he'd be blocking you out so damn hard so you didn't get a hint of his feelings.

One night, he was walking you home, said fuck it and kissed you and mumbled about how he imprinted on you (if you're a Shifter), or he'd say he couldn't keep it together anymore with you around.

Partners

I see Seth being a person with the love languages of physical touch and doing things for you.

He'd love to spoil you (mostly in small gifts he made or things he'd find in the woods he knows you'd like)

Already wants to be your husband, he doesn't care if its new

Loves coming home to you, being the man you want or need

Such a huge green flag of a partner

If you're a vamp, he'd just have to adjust to you not sleeping or eating, but would keep an eye on your blood stash to make sure you weren't getting low on animal blood

If human or Shifter, he'd enjoy watching you cook and probably would love any and everything you made.

Pack already believes y'all are married, doesn't matter if there's rings or not

Leah is more welcoming since there's not much she could do about an imprint, so she learns to trust, even a little.

Showing you he's a Shifter (if you're human)

Gets very weird quickly since he kinda just mumbles about showing you something and you cant freak out before getting just about buttnaked

Waits till you come to him when he changes to his big ole Wolfy body

Is very nervous you'll just run away from him

You, poor thing, are confused but there's big puppy, how could you not pet him?

He loves the attention and won't admit it

Gets coined "Wolfy" by you, acts like he hates the name but secretly loves it

Will often get you to climb on and run around the woods

Can someone explain why Ao3 is on a waiting list for people to join it? No judgement, I was just curious cause I think I'd prefer to write there cause Wattpad is kinda eh for me. Plus last time I wrote on Wattpad it deleted two of my stories and I had no backups.

we dumped tea into the harbor for less

my 6yo piano student: did you KNOW that girls can marry girls and BOYS can marry boys? But they can’t do that romantic dance together when one has a rose in their mouth, because only boys can play the guitar :(

me: 👁️👄👁️well actually, girls can definitely play guitar??

6yo: WAIT REALLY?? :O

*confused but considerably motivated* Hell yeah! Let's get this shiz *proceeded to half ass write fourteen different plot lines but fell asleep*

*kicks down door* only I can say my writing sucks! You’re not allowed to say your writing sucks! You’re writing! You’re doing more than any fucking tech bro could ever pay for! *leaps out window*

"DID YOU KNOW THIS PERSON DRAWS PORN I AM CLUTCHING MY PEARLS" cool i am blocking you

MNDI

Tags: Anal, Virgin!Spencer x Experienced!Reader, praising, Whiney Spencer, Car sex, Guided Sex

Spencer and you had been together for around six months, and unfortunately, those six months was a dry spell for you since Pretty Boy was a virgin and definitely worried about what to do. You didn't mind it, but you did mind getting cockblocked by your own boyfriend. Jesus.

Right now, you were waiting in the BUA's plane strip parking lot for him to finally get off the plane to go home. The clock in your dash blinked, 2:30 am.

"Dammit, Spenc.." you sighed, just wanting to go cuddle and past out like a light. Finally after another twenty long ass minutes, your sweet boyfriend was in the passenger seat of your car.

"Hey baby, how wa-" you get cut off by Spencer smashing his lips to yours. You made a mental note that it could've been a rough case, but his hands tugging your shirt up pulled you out of that thought. Quickly.

"Need you...missed you so bad." Spencer whined when you pulled away a little. "Then let's go home and we-"

You were cut off by a firm. "No." from Spencer.

So now, here you were, in the back of your car with a needy Spencer in your lap, both of you naked from the waist down. Your hand stroking Spencer's cock in a sweet pace and smearing the precum as lube as he whined and shook from a mix of nerves and satisfaction.

"I-ive never done any of this.." Spencer admitted weakly, even though you already knew. "That's okay, baby. I'll let you lead this and help through it." You reassured gently with a soft, quick kiss to his lips.

You wet your own cock with a mix of your own spit and his precum, helping him find the right angle to sink down onto your thick cock. Letting out soft groans while Spencer gasped and had tears brimming from the stretch and overstimulation, you were fully seated into Spencer's ass. You knew he could feel each twitch of your cock, just waiting to be able to overfill his tight, not-so-virgin ass.

"God, love. You feel amazing." You praises, kissing his neck and cheeks as you feel his thighs convulsing deliciously on each side of you. Poor, sweet, Spence had his face in your neck, shaking from the feel of being stretched. "Y-you can move now..I don't know.."

He cut himself off, embarrassed. "I'll help ya, now. Remember if you need a break or stop completely. You tell me."

You spoke softly, rolling his hips for now so he can get used to your thick cock moving inside him. Eventually he started to learn what he liked the most and rode you to his content, your hands on his hips, rubbing as you praised him

"That's it, baby. Take what you want from me."

"Good boy, sweet, pretty thing. Sound so good while you take me, love."

All his responses were of moans, whimpers and gasps in the confined, now humid car. "Oh..i..." Spencer fumbled, but you could see the glaze in his eyes, so as any good partner, you started meeting his hips in the middle.

"Cum for me, sweet thing. Lemme watch ya." You purred out, your own release impending. "I-i....oh..oh.." Spencer's thighs shook at each side of your hip, letting out one long moan as he finished, the hot mess going between both of yalls stomachs as your own finish filled him to the brim.

"Was I good?" Spencer asked with a whine as you panted, "Bloody hell, you were wonderful."