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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 didnât 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. Theyâd 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 werenât 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 âcureâ you of your âdiseaseâ. 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 wasnât much entertainment down there, your so-called parents only leaving you with religious texts and whatever else they thought might âsaveâ 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 wasnât 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 fathersâ 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 didnât 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 werenât 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 couldnât 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 wasnât 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 didnât 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 wasnât enough anymore to quiet your demons and pain. It had been years at that point, and Nightcrawler was still just an enemy whoâd 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 werenât 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 didnât 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 didnât 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. Kurtsâs fur wasnât 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 wasnât 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 didnât 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 wasnât 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 didnât 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 didnât mean it wasnât true. And that didnât mean Kurt hadnât 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, Kurtsâs 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, Kurtsâs 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 familyâs 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.
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Seth HQs with a S/O that's FTM âĄâĄ
â Loves helping you put on binding tape if you can't do your back right
â Will totally come workout with you to help those gains as well as foods that help burn the fat in the feminine areas
â 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
â Due to Rez life, you did have to explain what being transgender meant and what you were doing/the surgeries to come
â Still sees you as a man cause what the hell would that change anything?
â 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]
â Yes, he calls it a TouchPad mostly so he doesn't offend you or fears he'll trigger your dysphoria.
â 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
â 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
â 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'
â 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.
â He didn't think he had come faster in his life the first time you did peg him
â Gets ecstatic when you do end up pregnant. All he can talk about is how yall are gonna he dad's.
â Corrects the pack even more due to your hormones being elevated in the fem way due to being a preggo little thing.
â Always, Always compliments you, even before you got pregnant. 'So handsome' 'My sweet boy' 'My man'
Just add on to this cause it's absolutely adorable
Reader comes back after three and half weeks, Only to go to their room to notice ALOT of their clothes are gone. Shirts, Hoodies, you name it.
They go to search for their the omegas only to find 141 all huddled up like penguins waiting for their alpha to finally come back, and yes Readers clothes are on them. Price has a hoodie, Ghost has one if your bigger sweaters, Soap probably has a pair of your boxers (perv), and Gaz has your sweatpants you could've sworn you've sweated like hell in.
Itâs always omega reader this, omega reader that..
Feast your eyes on Alpha!Reader and Omega!TF141 đ
Alpha!Reader who was put in the Task Force by Laswell even though the 141 didnât want another member. They got increasingly more angry when they were informed that the new member would be an alpha.
Let me tell you these men are hella feral. Theyâve learnt to not only push down most, if not all, of their omega instincts but also take care of each other with these accommodations.
And then Reader walks in, displaying as the complete opposite of these feral omegas. They are very in-touch with their instincts and often very calm when not on the field.
Of course, on instinct, Reader immediately claims them as their own even though the 141 absolutely HATES them.
Their comforting woodsy scent always fills the room when they go to see one or multiple of them (they just wanna make sure their the omegas are comfy).
Reader doesnât even hesitate to give up their food when they so much as sense that one of the guys are hungry.
If they sense earlier on that one of them is coming down with something, theyâre immediately fussing over the soon-to-be-sick omega. (The men are pissed meanwhile Reader is STRESSING.)
Reader who made a nest for them because the 141 refuses to have one on the regular (Reader was heartbroken when they found out).
The men show nothing but disdain towards Reader but they donât seem to notice just from the constant doting they do towards the omegas.
One day, Reader has to go on a solo mission for a few weeks, nothing major right? The 141 realizes that maybe they do need their alpha even though they refuse to admit it.
Sorry this is very scatter brained :(
Hell yea
You can only reblog this today.
As long as I'd be able to get Pickle Soup, I'd be content
it's cold out there, reblog to give a trans man a cup of soump
Give me more! Now! Hmph.
Thinking horny thoughts about Minotaurs so hereâs a lazy Drabble
Cw: m/f, breeding kink
Male!minotaur god of agricultural x Female!human offering
your villages crops are failing. If it continues there wonât be enough to store for winter. In the face of a grueling winter and the real possibility of starvation, the villagers turn to the god of agriculture. They choose you as the offering. They lathering you in sweet smelling oils and dress you in the finest scarlet dress the village possesses. Gold necklaces are clasped around your neck, silver bracelets slipped onto your wrists. A crown of wildflowers rested on your brow.
Youâre paraded through the village while neighbors, family, and friends gather on the streets chanting prayers and singing hymns to catch the Godâs attention.
Youâre left standing alone in a barren field One of the many your village had tried and failed to cultivate. The light of the full moon bathing you in its silvery light.
It doesnât take long before Heâs towering over you. He was magnificent.
âDo you know what this ritual entails?â
What do you say to a God? How do you say it? So you donât answer. At least, not with words. Without looking away from the God before you, you lower yourself to the ground. Dress pooled around your waist, you spread your thighs and bear your sex to His hungry eyes.
He spends hours between your legs. Alternating between opening you up on his thick fingers and dragging his large, hot tongue along the seam of your cunt. He pushes you to the edge of ecstasy, only to reel you back in.
Your thighs are slick with the proof of your need. You feel wetness steadily leak from your cunt onto your ass. He slides his hips in between your thighs, the blunt head of his cock teasing your slick entrance.
âYouâre ready. Know that if we do this I will spill inside. My seed will take and you will become pregnant. Do you understand?â
You nod. God, you understood. You wanted it more than you wanted anything else.
âSay it.â
âI want it, please. I-I need it. I need it so bad,â you sobbed, frustrated tears streaming down your cheeks. He had spent so long teasing you, youâd absolutely die without release. You nearly screamed in relief when He began slowly fucking into you. He was so thick. Even with all the preparation you felt every inch of Him splitting you open.
âSuch a greedy cunt you have,â He grunted, âtaking me so well. Begging for my cock so prettily. Iâll give it to you. Give you anything. Everything.â
It doesnât take long before you felt an orgasm rip itâs way through you. Your vision blacks out as a wrecked scream tore from your throat. You felt his cock pulse, spilling hot seed into your starved cunt.
When you finally came back to your body you noticed that the once barren field was now filled with healthy vegetation.
âYour village will one day be the capital of a mighty and prosperous kingdom. Our childrenâs children will sit at itâs head and one day pass their crown to the heads of their children. But that is a conversation for later,â he pulled you close, enveloping you in a strong embrace, ânow, we rest.â
WolfAlpha! Simon is pissy that he has to keep an eye over you for the summer while your parents are gone, but he doesn't complain verbally, at least.
BunnyOmegaM!User that hasn't had their first heat yet, just assumes the doctors are right and their a beta. Nothing could go wrong with a male alpha and beta...right?
WolfAlpha! Simon that spent weeks just ignoring your presence for absolutely no reason stops one night by your door, smelling a deep rich and sweet scent. Oh hell no, he wasn't about to have unplanned pregnancies under his roof. So when he opened the door, he definitely was shocked to see you, alone, and fully passed out in baby blue boxers and a tank top. Oh god, was that scent coming from you? You're a beta though..right?
BunnyOmegaM!User that woke up to your boxers being soaked in two places. Your ass and your crotch. First you had assumed, like any rationally person that you just had a really fucked up dream and came all over yourself while asleep. Seems accurate. So you go downstairs to find Simon making breakfast with tired eyes. You went to take a shower, making note thar you felt off as hell. Hot, flushed, and horny. Jesus you needed to get laid. You tried to jerk off in the shower, but even after coming and putting it down the drain you were still hard as a rock.
WolfAlpha! Simon who had pumped his cock till he came in a pair of your dirty boxers while he listened in on your jerking off in the shower was hitting his fucking limit. He hated you. Those stupid ass bunny ears, the baby tail, the big eyes you batted at him. God those big eyes looking at him while you deep throated his cock would be a good picture.
BunnyOmegaM! User waking up at three am to feeling a pressure over him and something hard and thick grinding into his ass. " 'tis alright. Just me, sweet little bunny." Simon's thick accent crawled with desire that made your back arch instinctively. "Whats going on? I feel so hot."
WolfAlpha! Simon let's it click into place that this would be your first heat. "It's your heat, bunny boy. Seems like you're a late bloomer omega. Nothing wrong with it." He reassured and groaned feeling your tail twitch against his cock tip that was leaking like God's tears.
BunnyOmegaM! User who was too needy, and frankly would never admit how they found Simon a hot dilf couldn't stop his soft pleas for help and the need to be filled. You sobbed as he did just that, bullying your pretty small ass with his cock that you could swear was making a stomach bulge.
WolfAlpha! Simon who was grunting and moaning praises about how tight and how good you felt around his cock for being just a dumb bunny in a wolf's den.
WolfAlpha! Simon watching as his knot started to swell and hit your asshole, watching as you whithered and begged for it without shame. He wasn't going too, knowing a knot could potentially mean pregnancy till you said the words
"Please daddy. Knot me. Breed me."
Who was he to deny a pretty rabbit boy that just wanted to get fucked? So he did. After a few thrusts he slammed his knot into you. Knowing he mightve ripped your hole a little but the ecstasy of feeling you take every drop of his come into your boy cunt pushed it away from his mind.
BunnyOmegaM! User crying and sobbing from the pain, but too fucked out to ask to stop or a break cause heats never cared for pain. Just breeding. Just pups.
BunnyOmegaM! User shuffling into Simon's office one day two months later to show him a pregnancy test that had a very bright positive on it. Don't be surprised when he fucks you again just so he has the ability to call you a good bunny and how you'll be such a good dad to his pups.
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Kurt Wagner x Male reader, Smut âĄ
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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. "ScheiĂe, du fĂźhlst 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.
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